Vegeta was down on his knees now, staring at the ground. Janet was laughing like a madman. She really thought she won already. She started to kick Vegeta and kicked and kicked till he didn't move anymore. With a confident smile she kneeled besides him to check if he was already dead. Suddenly Vegeta opened his eyes and looked right in hers. Totally surprised, she stepped back and looked at him with disgust.

"Die! I kicked you to death! Just die, will you."

"The fight has just started. Bitch. I'm curious; where did you learn to suppress your powerlevel like that?"

"That's none of your business. What the hell, it doesn't matter anymore. I learned it from you. I followed you around for a few months. You didn't sense me at all, you were too busy training. It was a bit weird that you dreamed about me before I started to hassle you but I don't mind that much. It was quite convenient."

"I. Your smell.. I must have picked up your smell. That's why I started to dream about you."

"Whatever. I had such a good time, hassling your wife and son. The look on your wife's face when I burned that picture. beautiful. It was priceless. Or what do you think about telling your son about being condemned to the stake. Vegeta?"

Vegeta couldn't control his rage anymore and powered up as much as he could. He screamed and screamed and his hair got blond. He transformed into a Supersaiyan. No way that she could get away now.

"Oh. You became Supersaiyan. Big deal. I'll kill you anyway."

"Don't talk. Let's fight."

The fight started off with an enormous speed. They couldn't hit each other; Vegeta had been underestimating Janet and Janet never thought Vegeta was such a good fighter. They only hit air; when they thought they were able to hit each other, the other person was suddenly vanished. Out of the blue, Janet saw a white clad fist right in front of her eyes but was too late to dodge the blow. Vegeta's fist broke her nose but she didn't lose her focus; although the blood was all over her, she was able to punch him right in the guts. They both stepped back for a second, they were both in pain. Suddenly Vegeta raised his foot and aimed for Janet's head but she backed down and his foot shot past her face. Immediately she tried to tackle Vegeta but he jumped up and she missed. He tried to hit her face again but she blocked it. Now it was her turn to hit for his face and hit his temple. Vegeta fell down but got up before even touching the ground. He hit her a few times in the guts until she fell on her knees. Janet could hardly breath and when she was on her knees, Vegeta kicked her against her chin and she fell backwards. She was now lying on her back and Vegeta turned her around with his foot so that she wouldn't choke in her own blood. She wouldn't die, now so soon. She touched her lips and moved her fingers close to her eyes to see if it really was her blood. No fighter ever had been able to beat her up like that. She couldn't believe how much it hurt to get defeated. Not only was her body bruised, her pride had been bruised as well. This was the first time in her life that she actually spat blood. When she started fighting and still had to learn a lot of things she'd been beaten in fights of course but never like this. This couldn't be happening to me, she thought. She just had to do something. Vegeta didn't expect it and before he knew it he felt a horrible pain in his chest and he was lying on the floor. Janet had tackled him and had kicked right on his chest. Breathing hurt like hell, Vegeta reckoned he broke a few ribs. Now she had to pay, now she asked for it. He wouldn't hold back anymore. If she wanted a fight; good, then she gets a fight. He was absolutely furious. Janet didn't know what hit her, everything went so fast; she felt one punch after the other. She shrieked as hard as she could; she had never felt a pain like this. She spat blood again and knew that she was about to lose consciousness any second. Vegeta looked down on her and smiled.

"It ends differently than you though it would, right?"

"You know I won't beg for mercy.."

"You know I wouldn't give you mercy"

He put his foot on her head. He put his weight on it.

"This is for Trunks. My son."

He pressed even more with his foot.

"This is for Bulma. My wife."

He pressed until she stopped screeching. She was dead.

Life could finally go on.