Chapter Seven:

All the warriors still fighting on earth stopped whatever they were doing or saying as they felt Morgoth's ki surge and Goku's ki plummet; the huge pillar of purple crackling energy rising into the sky visible even to Marron and Juunana-gou.

At first no one could say anything. Then Krillin finally muttered…

"Goku…"

There was another pause as Piccolo stared wide eyed, uncrossing his arms and letting them hang at his sides, forgotten. Arda had one hand slightly over his mouth, as if in disbelief. Baba at first didn't seem to have changed at all, except that her mouth was open in surprise.

"I think I may have to take back what I said." Arda said slowly. "Goku needs help."

Piccolo and Krillin nodded.

"Hey, Baba." Krillin said. "Can you go find Marron and make sure she comes nowhere near us."

"Of course."

Without more unnecessary words, all flew off.

Morgoth stopped flying a few minutes after he had started, now almost on the other side of the planet from Goku and the other z warriors. He looked around at the thriving metropolis below him.

He couldn't decide how to begin extinguishing the life of this planet. He could just blow it up, but that was far too easy and he liked to hunt for the few survivors that were strong enough to live after he killed most of their peers. Not possible if this species was not able to breathe in space.

He could go around the planet and destroy the major cities one by one, but that presented the opposite problem. That left too many survivors, too many stragglers that he would have to hunt down. Hunting for that many people got boring, and if he got bored he might get reckless. He might just decide to blow the planet apart, and that destroyed any possible resources that might still be here.

There were other options, other ways of cleansing planets of most life, many elaborate and difficult, such as Majin Buu's genocide attack. They were all rather wasteful and pointless in Morgoth's opinion. What was the fun of killing people so elaborately if you couldn't see it and enjoy it?

But there was one way, one fairly easy way that left only the strongest alive, the ones that far surpassed the normal weak humans. That way, he could enjoy hunting and killing the z warriors one by one.

And who could know? Perhaps Goku was alive and would be able to provide a little more fun before it was all over.

Morgoth smiled cruelly and crossed his arms in front of him, ki beginning to build.

At first when Vegeta opened his eyes and saw the dark, turbulent clouds, he thought he was dead and in hell. He had never seen clouds or sky like this except for in hell, and for some reason he was sure that he should be dead.

He knew that he had been fighting Morgoth, and he knew that he must have somehow been wounded, and badly. But he couldn't remember how, and that didn't explain why he had just regained consciousness.

His leg…

He remembered now. Morgoth had pulled his leg off, just as easily as if he had been ripping a wing from a fly. The blood had poured out in a torrent, tunneling his vision and making him pass out in seconds. But what had happened to Kakarott? And why was he waking up?

He tried to move his neck a little and found that he could, even though it was stiff and painful. He looked down, feeling grim dread at seeing the stump where his leg had been.

He almost had a heart attack when he saw that there was only a large gash, and that was healing as Arda's cut wrist dripped strange, dark colored blood onto it.

"What the HELL!!" he tried to scream, though it came out as an intense whisper.

Arda glanced up at the prince's face and then back down to the quickly disappearing gash.

"You'll be healed in a minute, Vegeta. You're lucky just to be alive."

"Shut up." He managed weakly. "Where's Kakarott?"

"Krillin and Piccolo are looking for him. That blast blew everything up so much that we had to hunt for close to ten minutes just to find your leg. That's why you're lucky to be alive. I honestly don't see how you didn't bleed to death."

"I'm a saiyajin. Something so small couldn't kill me." His voice was stronger now, and he could feel the blood that was healing his leg also giving him strength back. The gash was now a small cut, and he almost felt that he would be able to stand. The pain in the rest of his body was still quite bad, but much less than it had been at the point when he woke up.

Arda chuckled and stood up, straightening his long coat as the cuts on his wrist and Vegeta's leg vanished completely. "I figured you would say something like that. Come on, you should be able to get up now, but it'll hurt."

Vegeta cautiously moved his arms to the ground and pressed his palms down, pressing lightly and using his ki to push up. In a second he was on his feet, and found that he could stand, though his entire body ached like an old rotten tooth. But he could stand, and that was better than Kakarott was undoubtedly doing right now.

Kakarott…

"We have to find Kakarott." Vegeta said. "I can only just sense his ki. He must be hurt very badly."

"We did see the explosion a few miles away."

The prince glanced back and forth, looking for any trace that could mean a person was buried. Krillin and Piccolo were standing a bit away, both appearing to be doing the same thing he was. But it was all pointless. Goku was somewhere close by, but his ki was so low and erratic that it was impossible to tell if he was five feet away or a mile.

Normally it would be easy to see where someone was buried because you would only have to dig through the rubble to find them. But the huge explosion had reduced everything to rubble for miles around, and digging through it all would take a year.

"Where is Morgoth? Did Kakarott kill him?"

Arda shook his head. "Not even close. As soon as we find Goku, Morgoth is next. But I really don't see much hope for the whole thing myself. Goku could be miles away for all we can tell."

And he was.

A plain black boot nudged the hand slightly. The hand was sticking out of the dirt, and it belonged to Son Goku. The boot was attached to a leg clad in plain black cloth, and it belonged to the vampire Osiris.

"What have we here?" he smiled slightly. When the huge blast had torn through the landscape around him, he had shielded himself with ki, and Goku had been blown almost directly in front of him and mostly buried. He had heard the monster's laugh, somehow audible over the mile of distance, and then it was all gone.

Now he was left with Goku covered in rubble, virtually powerless, less than a foot away.

Looking down, he saw a lock of black hair was also sticking above the earth. He reached down smoothly and seized it, drawing Goku out of the rock by his hair as easily as drawing him out of water. And remarkably, the saiyajin was semi-conscious. His eyes were half open as blood ran town his wrecked body into the dirt where his feet still rested.

For a minute, Osiris simply stared into the half-comprehending saiyajin eyes in front of him, thinking. He could kill Goku right now, tear his heart out and suck the blood from it like he sometimes did to his victims. Undoubtedly the infusion of this strong blood would increase his own power substantially, but there was another side to this riddle.

Morgoth was still alive, and Goku was the only one who could potentially win.

And for that reason, Osiris felt reluctant to kill him.

"I could care less about your fate, Goku." Osiris said, not knowing or even caring if Goku was aware enough to understand. "But my own still worries me a great deal, and if you die, I might very well have signed my own death warrant as well."

More thinking. He could heal Goku, just like he had healed Uubu and he could feel Arda healing Vegeta, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. He was still having second thoughts about helping the boy earlier. What had made him do that? What was making him consider doing it again?

"I may very well be going crazy." He muttered.

Goku suddenly muttered/slurred something in response.

"What?"

"Sane. Going sane."

Osiris stopped. Goku was probably delirious, not knowing what he was saying, but still, something had just struck a core in Osiris.

"Going sane." He sighed and bit into his wrist.

He pressed the wound to Goku's mouth.

Then everything stopped.

Everyone on the planet could sense it, even some of the more finely tuned untrained humans could pick it up. More ki than anyone had ever sensed, more ki than anyone had ever imagined could exist in the universe erupted seemingly out of nowhere over Satan city. a wall of purple and black was the last sight of billions of humans as their lives were obliterated in a second.

From space, the planet glowed with power, the entire surface covered with purple ki and the few splashes of white and gold as the z warriors shielded themselves from the wall of death.

And in the roar of incalculable power, the only things still alive on the earth were the z fighters, the two vampires, and the demon they were allied against.

Every other living thing had been vaporized.