XXVI
There Vegeta floated, calm and collected. A triumphant look imprinted upon his face. He retracted his flattened palm, resting it by his side, the energy he spent creating the Big Bang Attack drawing nearly nothing from him. But watching the look of surprise and pain on Diamao's face... That gave him more pleasure then he new what do with. And, of course, the namekian wasn't finished yet. There would be plenty of time for that, more then enough, in fact. He'd pay for what he did to Vegeta. Just as the saiyan prince had promised to himself, Diamao would pay.
Vegeta searched out for Kakkorot's ki, waiting to find a glimpse of it somewhere amidst the rubble that he was buried in. It took him a few moments to grasp onto it, but once he did, he realized that Kakkorot's ki wasn't very far below his own. Of course, in a straight fight Kakkorot would lose most definitely, but Vegeta realized that he no longer even posed half a threat to his rival that he had long ago. Goku surpassed him in strength and kept it hidden very well, Vegeta had even begun to believe that he was stronger now. Of course, after witnessing this, he realized how wrong he was.
"Namek! Show yourself, you coward. I demand to see you now, I have no time for games!" Vegeta bellowed below him, waiting for the Piccolo look-a-like to appear. A green body rose from the fog that was appearing beneath the bridge line in the coming morning.
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Goten and Trunks watched as Vegeta waited for Diamao. They had de-fused just before Vegeta was healed, and were now watching as the two powers measured each other's ki energies. Vegeta was easily the stronger; there was no doubt as far as they were concerned in that matter. But the more immediate question that puzzled them was, what would happen to Piccolo? Vegeta wasn't notorious for his patience and merciful nature. Sure, Diamao was part of Piccolo now, but there must be some way to separate the two. What would happen to Piccolo?
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"So, namek, did you expect to see me again? You should have finished what you started back there, then you wouldn't have to worry about me erasing you," Vegeta taunted, savoring his advantage of Diamao.
"I regret not finishing you, Vegeta. I'll admit that much, but what I'm more interested in is why you think you can defeat me. I have my experience as well as Piccolo's under my control. Not to mention the immense background of strategy and knowledge of Kami. Nail's courage and cunning are invaluable assets to me; don't you understand? You have no chance to defeat me, fool. Give up now and I'll allow you to run."
"I doubt that!" Vegeta screamed, then launched towards Diamao.
He planted his fist directly in the namekians face, sending Diamao back a few feet, clutching the fresh cut. Vegeta, always ready to torment, merely stayed stationary, unmoving. When Diamao recovered, he sat his arms by his side, clenched in hatred.
"Argh!" he uttered, flying at Vegeta. The saiyan prince leaned his neck to the side, letting the first fist sail by, rustling his hair. Diamao noticed the proud smirk crossing Vegeta's face, only serving his anger even more. The green skinned beast retracted his fist and sent the other flying at where his head was, only to miss yet again when Vegeta moved his head. Diamao repeated the process several times, missing every punch to Vegeta's super speed. Diamao screamed again, pulling his fist back as far as he could, charging it with as much ki as he could spare. A green glow surrounded it; light emanated from the deadly sphere. Diamao threw his super charged fist forward as hard as he could, trying desperately to land it on Vegeta. The super saiyan leaned his head once again, letting the fist trail by it. Diamao snarled when he realized he missed. But that was soon overcome by a look of shock as Vegeta's knee planted itself into Diamao's stomach. Vegeta lowered his knee and floated away a few feet, letting the namekian cough up green blood. He came back, the smirk widening across his entire face. He wrapped one hand around both of Diamao's antennae and lifted him a few inches farther into the air.
"Die!" Vegeta screamed, his voice void of all mercy. He took his free hand and swooped it across the top of Diamao's head, slicing straight through both of the antennae that he was holding onto. The namekian's eyes shot open in pain, in to much pain to even moan. With Vegeta's connection severed, Diamao immediately dropped to what was left of the bridge. Vegeta looked at his gloves; they dripped with the green blood that was pouring from the stalks still in his hands.
There Vegeta floated, calm and collected. A triumphant look imprinted upon his face. He retracted his flattened palm, resting it by his side, the energy he spent creating the Big Bang Attack drawing nearly nothing from him. But watching the look of surprise and pain on Diamao's face... That gave him more pleasure then he new what do with. And, of course, the namekian wasn't finished yet. There would be plenty of time for that, more then enough, in fact. He'd pay for what he did to Vegeta. Just as the saiyan prince had promised to himself, Diamao would pay.
Vegeta searched out for Kakkorot's ki, waiting to find a glimpse of it somewhere amidst the rubble that he was buried in. It took him a few moments to grasp onto it, but once he did, he realized that Kakkorot's ki wasn't very far below his own. Of course, in a straight fight Kakkorot would lose most definitely, but Vegeta realized that he no longer even posed half a threat to his rival that he had long ago. Goku surpassed him in strength and kept it hidden very well, Vegeta had even begun to believe that he was stronger now. Of course, after witnessing this, he realized how wrong he was.
"Namek! Show yourself, you coward. I demand to see you now, I have no time for games!" Vegeta bellowed below him, waiting for the Piccolo look-a-like to appear. A green body rose from the fog that was appearing beneath the bridge line in the coming morning.
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Goten and Trunks watched as Vegeta waited for Diamao. They had de-fused just before Vegeta was healed, and were now watching as the two powers measured each other's ki energies. Vegeta was easily the stronger; there was no doubt as far as they were concerned in that matter. But the more immediate question that puzzled them was, what would happen to Piccolo? Vegeta wasn't notorious for his patience and merciful nature. Sure, Diamao was part of Piccolo now, but there must be some way to separate the two. What would happen to Piccolo?
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"So, namek, did you expect to see me again? You should have finished what you started back there, then you wouldn't have to worry about me erasing you," Vegeta taunted, savoring his advantage of Diamao.
"I regret not finishing you, Vegeta. I'll admit that much, but what I'm more interested in is why you think you can defeat me. I have my experience as well as Piccolo's under my control. Not to mention the immense background of strategy and knowledge of Kami. Nail's courage and cunning are invaluable assets to me; don't you understand? You have no chance to defeat me, fool. Give up now and I'll allow you to run."
"I doubt that!" Vegeta screamed, then launched towards Diamao.
He planted his fist directly in the namekians face, sending Diamao back a few feet, clutching the fresh cut. Vegeta, always ready to torment, merely stayed stationary, unmoving. When Diamao recovered, he sat his arms by his side, clenched in hatred.
"Argh!" he uttered, flying at Vegeta. The saiyan prince leaned his neck to the side, letting the first fist sail by, rustling his hair. Diamao noticed the proud smirk crossing Vegeta's face, only serving his anger even more. The green skinned beast retracted his fist and sent the other flying at where his head was, only to miss yet again when Vegeta moved his head. Diamao repeated the process several times, missing every punch to Vegeta's super speed. Diamao screamed again, pulling his fist back as far as he could, charging it with as much ki as he could spare. A green glow surrounded it; light emanated from the deadly sphere. Diamao threw his super charged fist forward as hard as he could, trying desperately to land it on Vegeta. The super saiyan leaned his head once again, letting the fist trail by it. Diamao snarled when he realized he missed. But that was soon overcome by a look of shock as Vegeta's knee planted itself into Diamao's stomach. Vegeta lowered his knee and floated away a few feet, letting the namekian cough up green blood. He came back, the smirk widening across his entire face. He wrapped one hand around both of Diamao's antennae and lifted him a few inches farther into the air.
"Die!" Vegeta screamed, his voice void of all mercy. He took his free hand and swooped it across the top of Diamao's head, slicing straight through both of the antennae that he was holding onto. The namekian's eyes shot open in pain, in to much pain to even moan. With Vegeta's connection severed, Diamao immediately dropped to what was left of the bridge. Vegeta looked at his gloves; they dripped with the green blood that was pouring from the stalks still in his hands.