Instruments in Tune: Invasion

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Chapter 21: With a final blow, he will achieved his greatness.

Kami sat perched upon the edge of the lookout, his staff positioned directly in front of him, his presses his wrinkled forehead upon against the smooth grained wood, and focussed

Mr. Popo waited & listened a few feet away, as the great Kami watched the goings on almost half way around the globe, in his wise and knowledgeable mind he had not expected to hear what was next uttered, Tempos revelation, that he was the guardian of the ice-jinn world. Kami gasped.

Kami opened his eyes, his knees failed him as he fell to the tile floor, and clutching his chest, he whimpered in his aged intonation.

"I should have seen it, how could I have let such a vision pass me by" he said through gasping breaths dropping the staff to the tiles ground the sharp wood sound breeching his hearing on impact.

"Oh Kami, please stop this, the pressure from such stress will harm you" Mr Popo pleaded, kneeling down by the guardian, moving the staff aside with his hand to allow room.

Kami raised his hand up to stop Mr.Popo egger assistance, in response Mr. Popo froze.

"No, Popo I have failed them, I should have know what was to come, I am a guardian myself I was an old fool not to sense the power of another guardian" Kami said toward the tiles floor unable to look up.

"That is not true Kami, you cannot know everything of the universe it is not your duty, you are only one guardian Kami, guardian of the earth" Mr. Popo reminded the elderly guardian, placing his jet-black hand upon Kami's shoulder.

Kami nodded, whipping the leaking sweat from his face and brow ridges with the back of his wrist.

Turning he reaches out his hand toward his guardian staff lying a few feet away, Popo stepped in, grasping the staff then placing it in Kami's waiting open hand, then stepped aside.

Kami stood slowly, utilising the staff, once at his feet he inhaling a breath through his eager nostrils.

"You are right Mr.Popo, I am only one guardian, and the guardian of this earth, I will guard it with my every hint of life that exists in me, Piccolo my son, you must survive, so I may assist in the solution to this great folly " Kami said confidently, looking out toward the heavens, clutching the staff tighter in his fist.

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Vegeta hovered high above the ground still, his mind was slowly clouding with rage, the memory was now clear, Tempo, the guardian of the Ice-jins world, himself an ice-jinn the purple lips that sounded his every syllable, and Vegeta despised it.

He could no longer hold his silence, all the hate and tension that for years have been harbouring in his hardened heart, needed to be hosed down and away.

"You.. you and your race, are the reason my race is non existent except for a couple of pathetic excuse for warrior fools!" Shouted the sayajin prince, baring his teeth, like a bloodthirsty creature prepared for the final kill.

"I shall make you rile with pain and regret," Vegeta shouted again edging forward, his fist out if front of him, clenching tighter and tighter with every breath he emitted.

"My legions destroyed, my father murdered, the memory of our race whipped from all memory." Vegeta's scowl deepened, he trembled from the overwhelming anger that had no other means of release.

Tempo smirked yet again, his expression calm and collected, he was indeed enjoying the torture that he was silently drilling into the sayajin nerve ending.

"Why prince, you served Frieze long after the planet Vegeta was destroyed, why would you be so despondent only now?" he inquired seeming innocent. Knowing all to well he was provoking more ongoing and growing rage in the prince.

Vegeta knew what Tempo was trying to achieve, but he did not care to prove him wrong, he relived the memory of his father, King Vegeta, the last day he saw him, and then never again.

Taken away and raised by Frieza and his assistance on their long journeys, slave women would tend to many of his needs, and then the finest warriors on board would beat the hate and power into him.

Many night when he knew there were no others stalking the hauls, he would sob, for his elders, his home, his life, and then for the only companion he had, who then had been lost to him forever.

Vegeta could handle no more, his eyes were now clenched tightly shut, and his fists balled by his sides, he knew that Tempo was also partly responsible, he would advise Frieza and King Cold on how to nurture the demon in the young sayajin prince.

"I will make you pay, in the name of my father and my entire race" Hollered Vegeta, those whom heard his shrill would have through he was lost in madness, perhaps he was.

Vegeta's clenched palms opened, as they did a glow started to emerge, becoming larger as his hand opened to their full extent, the red glowing ball hummed in his eager palms.

Vegeta then lifted it high above his head, turning his hands skilfully he hurtled the ball downward toward the seemingly unfazed Tempo.

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Second before Vegeta diploid his deadly attack, Goku, Krillin, Gohan, Bongo and Piccolo arrived, they dared not go any closer, in the state that he was Vegeta could act unreasonable, even toward them.

They hovered there for a moment, wondering how and why Vegeta's ki had sky rocketed then suddenly come crashing down, Krillin hovered slightly closer to the action.

He swang his stout body around violently, looking back toward the others as they also watched.

"Come on, we have got to help him out Goku, it could be out only chance to destroy him without a lot of prospective death and bloodshed to go with hit!" Argued Krillin wanting to head out and do something rather than stand and watch, to assist Vegeta, though he indeed almost loathed the Sayajins existence, this was no time to think of personal feelings.

"No Krillin, remember if we attack in any way, they might hurt the girls, we cant risk that Krillin, they are top priority now, understand" Goku scolded in a loadly at Krillin, he did not want to risk anything, and if that meant disabling Vegeta, then so be it.

Krillin did not answer, he only looked back to the scene, frustrated at their helplessness, at that moment he watched as Vegeta deployed the scarlet orb of light and energy, the prince screaming out the cursing words, about his father and race.

Goku lunged forward without deliberation, passing Krillin by.

"NOO Vegeta, don't do it!" Cried Goku, reaching his hand in the prince's direction, but it was too late, Vegeta was second away from deployed the almost irreversible blast.

Goku tried to fly out into the blasts path, to stop it from achieving its devastating quest, it was their only chance, if they were to attack this creature, who had so enraged Vegeta head on now, the girls may never be saved, along with their world.

Gohan and Krillin watched on as the brave warrior put his life at risk, their mouths gaping, their bodies unable to function to give any assistance, their mind on the other hand were screaming.

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Vegeta's face was lit aglow of red, casting shadows over his forehead, then suddenly it took place, his voice turned to a scream of almost pain, his hands still holding the blast afloat he threw his head back hard and far.

The base of his scull connecting with the base of his neck, then the black locks of his sayajin pride, unchanged from the moment of his birth exploded in a frensy of light.

Explosion occurred, flashes into flares of sallow and ashen illuminated from the core of his follicles, soaring into the very tips of his upward dancing hair.

Tempo, who was now witnessing this astounding display, stepped closer, the base of his staff tapping against the cast iron floor, he was still unfazed by thered glowing blast that was directed to end his existence, he watched closely.

"Is it possible? Another has finalised the legend?" he utter in a half whisper, unsure if he himself would believe his own words, let alone his eyes.

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Goku watched from the corner of his eye as the transformation started to take it final bound.

*You did it Vegeta* Goku's mind spoke spontaneously to him.

Sadly that was not his priority now, he continued to reach out toward the path of the blast, hoping to deflect it but how exactly? He had no idea.

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Vegeta continued to call out to the air above, the transformation, it was exhilarating, the surge of power and energy, like being stung by a thousand bees, or by a spontaneous 10,000 volt arm of lightning straight from the heavens.

Nevertheless, this was different still.

It did not deprive him of anything, it only increased it, increased everything that he thought impossible, everything he had ever dreamed.

Slowly the energy enriched sayajin prince lowered his noble brow back to its set position, his eyelids clenched together in a way that reflected the pleasure he felt, once his head had adjusted, he opened his once coal black pupils that were now drown in a teal green.

Vegeta was a super sayajin, after all this time. he had achieved what he had always wanted.

Moreover, for so long been deprived of, he had watched as Goku reaped all the spoils of achieving the victory before he did. but no longer.

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