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Dragonball:After Earth
By Blood Wraith
Chapter 1: Paradise Lost
Pan rolled up the windows as they pulled up into the driveway of Capsule Corporation. The sky was growing a little dark and it looked like rain. Not that it mattered once they were inside, the interior lawn was inside a dome, they could enjoy outside and not get wet at all.
"Ok squirt, we're here. Remember to at least pretend for everyone's sake. They all put a lot of work into this."
Medon just bobbed his head happily in response and hopped out of the car, leaving his school things inside. He'd have no trouble appearing happy and surprised for his family and friends. He was ecstatic, as it was just knowing they'd gone to this much trouble for him.
Pan just sighed again, then chuckled to herself as she got out of the car to follow him inside. She knew at the very least she'd enjoy the next few hours for her brother's happiness. Besides who knew, maybe Trunks would be here. She'd gotten a few ideas concerning the only male Sayai-jin she wasn't related to as of late.
Medon hurried up to the front door of CC and rang the bell about a half dozen times before Pan came up behind him and yanked his hand away, giving him another one of those "Big Sister, you'd better knock it off looks", which he quickly cowered before. They didn't have to wait long before the door was answered.
Bra paused a moment just inside before she opened the door. She figured with the way the doorbell was ringing they could wait another second. So she took the time to smooth out her dress, it was a short red number that showed just the right amount of cleavage. She had a date after this and it wouldn't do to go getting it wrinkled to early. After a few more seconds of primping she opened the front door, flashing the same smile she used to manipulate her father too her friends.
"Hey you guys! We've been waiting for you, my mom just wanted you to stop by so she could give you a little something she put together."
Pan looked up at her best friend and gave a little wink as she walked by her. She had to say something about Bra Briefs, she never let herself look out of sorts. Not that it would have been easy. Bra was tall, easily fives inches more then her at 5"5", and thin. Bulma constantly loved to point out that she looked like herself at that age.
She gave her head another shake; she seemed to be doing a lot of that today. Well at least Medon wasn't taller then her, though the fact that they currently were the same height didn't say well for that.
Bra had busied herself with inspecting Medon while they moved past to go inside. He really hadn't changed much in the last year, maybe a little taller but beyond that he still seemed to her the little boy she had taken care of. The thought he had really lucked out came to her, as she shut the door behind him and put a hand on his shoulder to direct him forward less he'd probably wander off into CC to find some gadget or another to mess with, he had been able to grow up in total peace. Hell the most fighting he'd seen was when he'd go to watch his sister compete in tournaments.
They reached the door that led to the interior lawn, and standing in front of it was, of all people, Vegeta. The Sayai-jin Prince inspected them all with cool eyes, though Bra thought she saw a slight flicker when he looked at her, that was usual, he tended to indulge in fantasies of choking her boyfriends when they'd talk. Another minute passed until Pan getting annoyed cleared her throat, and Medon never being one to fear even the most powerful warrior on the planets wrath stepped forward.
"Hi Mr.Vegeta. Nice day huh? I figure it's going to rain though, but that doesn't matter because it's warm in here and..."
Bra looked over at Pan as Medon continued to rattle on and noticed her biting her lip not to laugh. The teenager was attempting to provoke Vegeta a bit. Mainly for the fact her father had calmed enough he wouldn't strike out, usually you'd get a harsh word or dozen and he'd walk off. The stream of swears that Vegeta could produce would keep Medon amused for hours, his own father being relatively soft spoken.
The desired reaction didn't take long. She knew she hard the word idiot, and Kakarotto, a few times under his breath as her father shook his head and turned around, opening the door and leaning them into the enclosed lawn area.
The demi-sayai-jin's all enjoyed a short laugh at the Prince's expense before they prepared to go in. Pan looked to her brother and nodded her head towards the door.
"Go ahead, this is your day."
He gave a grin and nodded, looking between his sister and Bra before going to move forward. He was stopped by a light touch on his shoulder, followed by Bra leaning down a few inches to press a soft kiss to his forehead.
"Happy birthday kiddo."
He nodded and headed through the door now. That had meant a lot to him, outside of his immediate family of his parents, grandparents, and Pan, Bra was the person who meant the most to him. He was just glad they were all here, so he went into the lawn, to the shouts of Happy Birthday from the assortment of friends and family there-in.
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Dende was turning to head back into the Lookout when he finally felt it. It was like someone had just slipped ice along his back, a shiver running its' way down his spine. The Namekian turned and looked around, a shout for aid was given.
"Popo!"
At the call of God, the genie quickly hurried from his duties out onto the front of the Lookout, high above the Earth below.
"What is it Kami?"
"Don't you feel it? I don't believe it took me this long. It's a dark ki that seems to be spawning out of the Earth itself."
Popo closed his eyes and concentrated. It was times like this he wished Piccolo was still alive. He wasn't though, the powerful warrior had died when the Earth had been destroyed years ago.
"Yes, Kami, I feel it. It's not coming from the Earth though. It seems more...of a portal, to somewhere."
Dende thought on this and closed his eyes tighter. The antenna on his head twitching as he attempted to feel more into the dark energy that was growing upon his beloved planet.
"Your correct Popo. It is like another plane of existence is bleeding over into our own. Such as when Hell opened up, but it's much more powerful then anything during that time. Like it's slowly consuming the planet itself."
"Where is the disturbance now Kami?"
"It's moving across the Northern Continent, but it's like a shroud. Once it passes over something I get nothing from the area. No feelings of people, not even the full horror of this ki. It's like anything it goes, things just cease to be."
Popo thought a minute before he nodded and pulled out a small item from his vest, tossing it to the ground. A puff of smoke burst up, leaving a large red carpet which floated easily above the ground.
"I'll go take a look Kami, you stay here."
"Wait! It's to dangerous, you could be hurt Popo"
"I will be fine Kami. I must go, you cannot risk yourself and we need to see what is happening."
With that the genie jumped onto the flying carpet which burst into motion at his mental command. Zipping down away from the Lookout of God towards the Earth.
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What Popo saw when he reached the Northern Continent was something out of one of his worst nightmares. Not even the destruction put upon the planet by Buu could equal what he saw here. The land appeared charred, as if a great fire had burned across it. The cities lay in waste, buildings crushed and falling in upon themselves. The people lay among the ruins, torn and shredded.
That wasn't what frightened him the most though. What did, was the fact it was totally quiet, except for the sound of his own breathing. He was preparing to leave, to go report to God when he felt ki all around him. Yet he didn't see anything. He spun and hoped about on the carpet, trying to catch a glimpse of something. Then he heard the rushing of wind, as something moving through the air at high speed and dropped straight to his belly. Pudgy hands covered his head as an intense heat rushed over his back, scorching his fine vest.
He was trembling now, the ki was right in front of him, and he raised eyes to it. Standing before Popo was a huge being. Easily ten foot tall and covered with a layer of red scales. Massive muscles rippled underneath the scales as the great shifted closer to him. Easily flapping wings like those of a bat kept it aloft. It's head, almost reptilian in it's shape, but topped with a set of curving horns like those of a bull leaned forward as if inspecting this fat little man before it.
"Well well, what do we have here?"
Popo took a deep breath and stood up. It didn't really matter what he did now, but maybe he could at least get some information for God.
"I am Popo, Servant of God. Who...or what are you?"
The beast smiled at him, double rows of razor edged teeth being displayed for Popo's viewing pleasure. The genie could swear he saw pieces of flesh upon them.
"Me? Ahhh, why do so many ask that when they know their end is upon them?" The creature snorted and gave a gesture similar to a shrug. "I am Baal, General of the 9th Legion of the Dark Dimension. I suppose to your little mind, I'd be a daemon or some such thing."
"Well..w..what are you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious? We have populated our own realm as much as possible, destroyed every natural species within it. It is what we exist to do. Now we have chosen this on dimension as our playground."
Popo's eyes widened. If what the creature said was true, they were from a complete separate reality from this one. Which would mean they could possess power unlike anything ever experienced upon this planet. He opened his mouth to speak to God, to tell him a course of action but found no words coming forth. Only a coldness spreading along his fingers. His gaze fell down and he saw why, a thick trail of red gore spilled along his chest from his shredded neck. Yet he felt no pain, and knew he was already gone. He couldn't even come back because the Dragonballs were gone. Vanished with Son Goku so many years ago. How he wished it could go on a little longer, how he could warn God and help protect the Earth.
Then Popo fell over dead, his carpet slowly beginning to falter in it's flight before it to plummeted to the Earth. The limp body following it down to the ground below.
Baal snorted and licked the tips of its' razor edged fingers. The genie was a nice minor distraction but they had a goal in mind. Upon their arrival to the dimension, their warlock had detected a number of large powers. All were gathered in the same place. So they were heading straight to that location. Baal could teleport as most of the more powerful of his kind could, but most of the foot soldiers could not, so they were progressing slowly. It still would not be long, another few minutes at max.
The great destroyer looked to the warlock floating off to the side, it's black robes covering most of it's form, except for the two pinpoints of light deep within.
"Vecna! What was your estimate of these mortals power?"
The two yellow dots shifted a moment to the larger daemon, probing for a moment before answering. "The Legions we possess now should be enough, though expect losses to be at 75% or higher. There is not many but their might is all great. If you enter the combat yourself you would be able to cut losses down to 40%, and if I involve myself as well the battle can be won without to much damage."
Baal laughed again and flapped his wings, vanishing form Vecna's view as he launched ahead of the mass of darkness which sped across the land, destroying all it touched.
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Son Gohan sat off to the side watching the party. It was going great so far. He figured Pan had told Medon what was going on, but the boy had still acted completely surprised, much to the delight of Videl and Chi-Chi.
At the moment Chi-Chi was busy making yet another round of exceptional food for the group. Age hadn't managed to slow her yet, and Gohan didn't really think his mother would ever stop.
He smiled and looked up to Mr.Satan who was coming over to sit down by him. The elder man groaned and every bone in his body popped as he settled into a lawn chair.
"A nice sight isn't it?"
"It sure is sir, we're glad you could make it. It means a lot to all of us."
Satan laughed, which quickly turned into a cough. Smoking cheap cigars had gotten to him finally it seemed. After recovering he went into his initial intent to speak.
"Ah, don't worry bout it son. The World Champion never lets down his fans. Especially if they're his own family."
The big man beat on his chest as if to put more emphasis onto the statement of him being The World Champion. Even though it really was no longer the case. He had stopped participating in The Tenkaichi Bodoukai years ago. Pan was actually the current World Champion, a title she would most likely not lose until she chose to step down. They all knew it meant a lot to him though the he had been the champion the longest though and never told the old man otherwise.
Gohan gave a nod and patted his father-in-law on the shoulder, making a promise to bring him another beer when he headed back this way. Then he went over to another old friend who had become an uncle due to an odd twist.
Kuririn, sat at a picnic table, he had finished his meal. What he could eat anyway. 18 had taken over that aspect of his life a few years ago. As she put it, if she was going to live to be a ripe old age, he was going to do the same. He was at the moment watching his son-in-law Goten devour everything in sight. Marron had gone off to talk to her mother, so Goten had taken the opportunity to clear out the food.
The monk gave a chuckle, Goku had been the same way. Except he wouldn't even wait for you to leave, he would just dig in and then stare around innocently when it was all gone. Shouts from the table behind him, said that scene had most likely been recreated. He turned to look over as Gohan sat down besides him. Videl had a wet cloth in her hand and her son by the ear in the other. Scolding him for leaving nothing for anyone else, while at the same time cleaning the mess of it off his face, as he squirmed and tried to get away.
Kuririn laughed again and looked over to his friend.
"What does that remind you of?"
Gohan grinned and nodded in response.
"Mom use to do that to Dad a lot. Looks like she managed to rub off on Videl after all. All that talk of being a good wife and mother I suppose."
"Nah, Videl could have done that anyway. Now 18..." the little man leaned over and lowered his voice, eyes darting around, as he spoke. "she took quite a few years to adapt to it."
The grin didn't leave Gohan's face, but his dark eyes did shift to the side, giving Kuririn enough warning to sit up and start to whistle. It didn't help him as he was lifted by the back of his jacket off his seat and held level with the scowling face of his wife.
18 hadn't changed in years, she probably never would until the day she died. She was just as powerful and beautiful as the day he had met her. She also had the same temper.
Kuririn held his hands out helplessly to her, not really much else he could do. Still he had shaved his mustache this morning per her request so he hoped that would give him some points. He smiled and gave a little prayer.
She glared at him for another minute then dropped him into a heap on the ground. She gave another look about and seeing Gohan was the only one looking bent over and gave him a quick kiss, then she headed back towards Marron. Snatching up Goten on the way by the back of his pants and dragging him along.
Gohan helped up his friend, still smiling.
"It may have taken awhile, but it seems she at least lets you know it worked every so often."
Kuririn nodded and dusted himself off.
"Yeah. I still kinda wish she was more...open with things like that. If i wanted cold, I would have married Vegeta."
Gohan's jaw dropped open and his eyebrows shot up at that notion. Seeing the expression Kuririn continued with his life of conversation.
"Hey that pink shirt of his and all...rowr."
That was all the demi-sayai-jin could take and he let loose in laughter Kuririn joining him soon afterwards.
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Vegeta was away from the group as he always was. It wasn't because he didn't want to be here. If he did he would have gone into the gravity room to train. He still hoped Kakarotto would come back and would be ready for that day.
It was just he knew, he couldn't be how they wanted him. No matter how he felt about his children, and his mate. He did think Trunks was wasting him time running a business when he could have maybe even become strong enough to surpass him. He snorted and watched the group now.
Pan was attempting to bait his son into a date or some such human nonsense. He didn't really care about that. She was from a low class family but at least she wasn't a human. Bulma and Chi-Chi were hovering around the grill, giving directions to Yamcha who was attempting not to burn himself. Gohan and Kuririn were enjoying some sort of joke, they had looked his direction but a steady glare had sent their eyes elsewhere. 18, Marron, and Goten were off having a discussion about something. He guessed it was another attempt to get Goten's lazy ass to work. Satan was asleep, a steady line of drool on his chin. The last group was Bra, Videl, and Medon. Medon had his head down on the table and looked to be half-asleep. It wouldn't surprise Vegeta if he was. The boy had eaten enough to impress even him, and as he said this morning to Bulma.
"I expect my plate to stay full until I toss it away woman!"
Her response had been short and involved a finger, as she usually did when he made demands. Still he had gotten his wish, and probably eaten about 30 or so hearty servings. This led his attention back to Bulma at the grill. His thoughts turned again. How he wished Kakarotto would come back. Then he could maybe die as a sayai-jin should, in battle. He did not want to outlive this loud, obnoxious woman. If he did, he would be forced to fight a battle with himself, on feelings he never wanted to admit he had.
Giving a slight snarl the Prince closed his eyes to get a short nap. He was relaxing, becoming more in touch with himself and the area around him when he felt it. His eyes snapped wide open as he quickly came to his feet, yelling a warning.
"Woman, take the weak and get into the building!"
His eyes darted around looking around to pinpoint the source of the disturbance.
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Vegeta's warning made when the forces were over a mile away came to late. A beam of red energy burst through one of the walls surrounding the interior lawn, streaking straight through the group and nicking into Yamcha who stood by the grill.
The man let out a scream of pain as he was turned around three times in midair before he landed in a pile by the wall, barely conscious and staring at the charred stump where his arm had been.
Chi-Chi and Bulma both had screamed as soon as the beam had entered into the area, then both were hurrying towards Yamcha to get him into the house. Videl had grabbed Medon and hoisted him up, Bra getting his other arms to move him along, he was slowly waking up and going as well. Marron, Kuririn, and Satan had also begun moving towards the main building of CC.
Vegeta, Goten, Trunks, Pan, 18, and Gohan now stood inside the empty grassy area. They all felt the energy approaching, no other attacks had lanced their way after the initial assault. Still they felt it, and the cracking exterior wall heralded its' arrival.
Two flashes of golden light broke out at the same moment the wall fell inward. Trunks and Goten both becoming sheathed in energy as they transformed into Super Sayai-jins. Pan and Gohan both powered up as well. Her ki sending ripples along the ground and a cloud of dust. Gohan though his power had decreased still outclassed her, the raising of his ki causing the earth to buckle and shift around him. Vegeta did nothing yet, but wait. He wanted to see his enemy. Then he would let them watch as he tore them apart. 18 was of similar mind to Vegeta, not that she had any need to power up.
The wall was gone and nothing but darkness existed outside the hole. The six stood there waiting, feeling the darkness all around them. Then the first wave came. Dozens of creatures began to pour through the hole. They all looked roughly the same. About six foot tall, and clad is spiked black mail made of some creatures skin. Each wielded a glowing edged weapon of some sort, that seemed to radiate its' own energy.
The six warriors rushed to meet them, another golden aura joining the other two as Vegeta transformed. Then the black tide washed over them.
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Inside the Capsule Corporation the building itself was barely holding up to the strain of the battle outside. Bulma and Kuririn were desperately trying to keep Yamcha awake. The blast had severed his arm just below the elbow. It had also cauterized the wound and stopped bleeding, but he was going into shock. Satan was in one of the corners praying, and Bra, Marron, and Chi-Chi were trying to block the doors and windows. Medon just stood in the center of the room, holding tightly onto his mothers arm. He could feel the energy like it was right next to him, it invaded his senses and threatened to overwhelm him, his stomach felt like it had dropped into his knees. He wanted Videl to stay right here, with him, where it was safe.
Videl figured her son was just panicking but she wanted to get her father closer to the ground. So she removed his hand, and began to make her way towards the other side of the room to get the old man. She was almost there, reaching out slender fingers to touch his shoulder. Then hell broke loose.
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Outsides things were not going well. They had fought off the initial assault without much problem. The creatures were incredibly strong, probably on a level with Freezer, but each of them had long ago passed that level, even Pan. The second tide was another story. They had been led in by a large creature that resembled a dragon, who had quickly begun to batter them all around like rag dolls. Vegeta had been forced to go into Super Sayai-jin Four and was now engaged in combat with it, he was not doing well.
Gohan looked around, one hand pressed tightly to his side. This new wave was much stronger then the last as well. He had taken several hits and this latest one, a sharp thrust of one of their odd weapons, had really hurt him. Vegeta was in the air, firing blasts of energy at the apparent leader who was shrugging most of them off. Trunks and Goten were back to back, firing ki blasts in every direction and trying to keep the creatures away. 18 was also in the air, near Vegeta, fighting off two of the creatures. Then he saw Pan. She was face down on the ground, blood running from her forehead and one of the things stood over her. A glaive held high ready to plunge down into her back. There was no time for thought, only actions. In a blur or motion he was there, covering his daughter with his own body. He had no regrets, only a brief moment of sadness, as he felt the glowing sharp blade enter into his spine.
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As Videl had reached for Satan, the ceiling had exploded, sending chunks of concrete and steel falling into the building. Medon heard screaming and tried to clear the dust from his eyes. He saw a black shape, covered in robes descending from the ceiling. He saw Kuririn jump at it, first raised. Then Kuririn was flying the other way, crushing into the wall.
The young man tried to yell out, but no sound passed his lips. Even he knew the little monk was already dead. His head turned sharply to one side and eyes staring sightlessly off. He did what anyone that had never seen such terrors would; he curled up into a ball and hid. The rubble still falling covering him up from prying eyes.
In the chaos above him, Vecna landed. It knew those here had little power, and the one with the most had just died from his attack. It didn't matter though. Baal had ordered everyone slaughtered. He raised his hand and pointed at the group by the door, a black beam streaking form from his outstretched finger. The three women never even had time to scream.
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Blood flew from Vegeta's lips at the daemon landed another blow. He was losing. With all his power and training he was still losing and this made him even angrier. Ki swirled around him as he flew backwards, trying to see how everyone else was doing, and if it was time to play the last card. Gohan was down and not moving, his daughter beneath him. 18 would be down soon. She had made an attack at Baal and was sent away with a swipe of his wing. The ridged edge had torn deep into her torso and her hand was the only thing keeping her intestines from falling out. He couldn't even see Goten and Trunks, having been buried under the hordes of beings that kept pouring through the hole.
He had also seen the building collapse in on itself. They were all going to die. He almost smiled. This was the way a Sayai-jin deserved to die, in battle. Then he thought of his daughter, and his mate inside. Most likely already dead. No, he thought, they would not go alone.
He blasted up, tearing through the dome overhead. Baal followed him, thinking his prey was fleeing. Then Vegeta stopped, spinning around and hurling both arms downwards. He had concentrated all his remaining energy in this, if it didn't work, it was the end.
"Final Flash!"
The golden beam of pure ki rocketed downwards, smashing into Baal and further. The rest of the dome over Capsule Corporation blew apart at the touch of the massive beam, which stuck the Earth and buried deep beneath the crust.
Raising his hand he wiped blood from his lip, and waited for the smoke to clear. He hope, no...for the first time he prayed it had worked. As the smoke finally died down he saw they were not answered. Baal hovered where he had been previously, large scorch marking his crimson hide. Then the creature smiled and raising its' axe, it charged the Sayai-jin Prince.
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Beneath the rubble Medon shifted. A large piece had hit him on the head and stunned him. He had recovered quickly though and was surprised to find everything quiet. Shifting the weight off him he stood up. The Capsule Corporation was in shambles, metal and rock was everywhere. He called out, to his mother, his father, his sister, anyone.
Then he found a hand sticking out of the rock. Crawling over to it he began to move the weights and saw what was beneath. The hand was no longer attached to its' owner, he actually couldn't even tell who the owner was, the body was so charred and burnt. From the purse besides it he could tell it had been Marron though. The girl had died instantly at the impact of Vecna's beam. Two more bodies lay in alcove. He didn't know who the second was at all, that would take more thought they he could put together at the moment. The third was Bra, the other two lay atop her, her face was smeared with blood. He reached down, trying to hold back his own tears and lightly touched her face. The teenager was rewarded with a soft groan. She was still alive, and probably safer here then anywhere else. So he moved a piece of rock back over here and headed towards the hole in the wall.
He was almost to the hole, he could even see out. Then he saw her. Where she had been when the wall collapsed was his mother. Medon rushed over to her, lifting her head into his lap. Her eyes were closed and she was already pale. She had no evident wounds until he put his hand under her head and it came away red. One of the falling rocks had hit her. He didn't know what to do, so he just sat there. Slowly shaking her, mumbling under his breath.
"Wake up, wake up,"
It of course was for naught. He felt it building inside him, sorrow unlike any other. He didn't know what he had left, his mother, who had never abandoned him, was gone. He didn't know where his father was. Then he let lavender eyes wander out the hole and saw the battlefield. It seemed part of the fight still raged. That didn't matter to him, he saw the pile of his sister and father, he also saw the blood. From the angle he was at he could see the wound that had killed Gohan. A sharp instrument had been driven through his spine and into his vital organs. He had died instantly.
The world shattered for the young boy at the moment. He felt himself falling, and blackness overtook him.
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Outside Vegeta was holding onto life. Baal had beaten him within an inch and would continue to let him get his footing again just to toy with him. He had lost the power for Super Sayai-jin Four long ago and was in his normal form. Everyone else was either dead or dying. His attack had failed. This wasn't a battle it was a slaughter. They didn't even know who their enemy was. Baal was raising up his axe now, the final blow was coming. Then the sound split the air. It was a scream.
The remaining walls of the Capsule Corporation were sundered under the force of that scream, golden flames pouring outward, carried along the trails of electricity that crackled through the building.
Baal turned, releasing the prince and letting him fall to the ground below. Vegeta hit hard, but he had seen it as he fell and the ki he felt now was incredible and still rising as the scream continued.
It was a scream of pain and suffering unlike any other, even more so then when Gohan had watched the Cell Juniors beat his friends. It was torn from something buried so deep it wasn't thought to exist.
Above the battlefield Baal watched the being emerging from the rubble. Golden flames crackled around their form, sparks of electrical energy whipping around them as well. Then they looked up to him. He looked into those eyes and was met with two green orbs of utter hate.
Vegeta felt life leaving him, the last wound he had taken would be fatal without a senzu, which of course Karin didn't grow anymore. His last smile was covered with blood but was still there. The boy had it in him all along. He had done something none of them had ever done. He had skipped Stage One, he hadn't even though the demi-sayai-jin had enough power to ever reach the first level, much less go to the second. It really didn't matter though, even with that much power he was untrained and unfocused and angry. He wouldn't last much longer.
Vegeta was totally right in his assumption. Medon was over the edge. The power rushing through him was making him light headed, plus he was raging. He took a step forward intending to rush and destroy this creature, to kill all of them, nothing else manner. Then he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, and a calming voice.
"This isn't the time."
He spun around, fist going to smash whomever this was attempting to stop him and he found himself held fast. Green eyes went up to meet black ones, and saw himself within them. Only one word came to mind as he saw the face of the one there.
"Grandpa?"
Dragonball:After Earth
By Blood Wraith
Chapter 1: Paradise Lost
Pan rolled up the windows as they pulled up into the driveway of Capsule Corporation. The sky was growing a little dark and it looked like rain. Not that it mattered once they were inside, the interior lawn was inside a dome, they could enjoy outside and not get wet at all.
"Ok squirt, we're here. Remember to at least pretend for everyone's sake. They all put a lot of work into this."
Medon just bobbed his head happily in response and hopped out of the car, leaving his school things inside. He'd have no trouble appearing happy and surprised for his family and friends. He was ecstatic, as it was just knowing they'd gone to this much trouble for him.
Pan just sighed again, then chuckled to herself as she got out of the car to follow him inside. She knew at the very least she'd enjoy the next few hours for her brother's happiness. Besides who knew, maybe Trunks would be here. She'd gotten a few ideas concerning the only male Sayai-jin she wasn't related to as of late.
Medon hurried up to the front door of CC and rang the bell about a half dozen times before Pan came up behind him and yanked his hand away, giving him another one of those "Big Sister, you'd better knock it off looks", which he quickly cowered before. They didn't have to wait long before the door was answered.
Bra paused a moment just inside before she opened the door. She figured with the way the doorbell was ringing they could wait another second. So she took the time to smooth out her dress, it was a short red number that showed just the right amount of cleavage. She had a date after this and it wouldn't do to go getting it wrinkled to early. After a few more seconds of primping she opened the front door, flashing the same smile she used to manipulate her father too her friends.
"Hey you guys! We've been waiting for you, my mom just wanted you to stop by so she could give you a little something she put together."
Pan looked up at her best friend and gave a little wink as she walked by her. She had to say something about Bra Briefs, she never let herself look out of sorts. Not that it would have been easy. Bra was tall, easily fives inches more then her at 5"5", and thin. Bulma constantly loved to point out that she looked like herself at that age.
She gave her head another shake; she seemed to be doing a lot of that today. Well at least Medon wasn't taller then her, though the fact that they currently were the same height didn't say well for that.
Bra had busied herself with inspecting Medon while they moved past to go inside. He really hadn't changed much in the last year, maybe a little taller but beyond that he still seemed to her the little boy she had taken care of. The thought he had really lucked out came to her, as she shut the door behind him and put a hand on his shoulder to direct him forward less he'd probably wander off into CC to find some gadget or another to mess with, he had been able to grow up in total peace. Hell the most fighting he'd seen was when he'd go to watch his sister compete in tournaments.
They reached the door that led to the interior lawn, and standing in front of it was, of all people, Vegeta. The Sayai-jin Prince inspected them all with cool eyes, though Bra thought she saw a slight flicker when he looked at her, that was usual, he tended to indulge in fantasies of choking her boyfriends when they'd talk. Another minute passed until Pan getting annoyed cleared her throat, and Medon never being one to fear even the most powerful warrior on the planets wrath stepped forward.
"Hi Mr.Vegeta. Nice day huh? I figure it's going to rain though, but that doesn't matter because it's warm in here and..."
Bra looked over at Pan as Medon continued to rattle on and noticed her biting her lip not to laugh. The teenager was attempting to provoke Vegeta a bit. Mainly for the fact her father had calmed enough he wouldn't strike out, usually you'd get a harsh word or dozen and he'd walk off. The stream of swears that Vegeta could produce would keep Medon amused for hours, his own father being relatively soft spoken.
The desired reaction didn't take long. She knew she hard the word idiot, and Kakarotto, a few times under his breath as her father shook his head and turned around, opening the door and leaning them into the enclosed lawn area.
The demi-sayai-jin's all enjoyed a short laugh at the Prince's expense before they prepared to go in. Pan looked to her brother and nodded her head towards the door.
"Go ahead, this is your day."
He gave a grin and nodded, looking between his sister and Bra before going to move forward. He was stopped by a light touch on his shoulder, followed by Bra leaning down a few inches to press a soft kiss to his forehead.
"Happy birthday kiddo."
He nodded and headed through the door now. That had meant a lot to him, outside of his immediate family of his parents, grandparents, and Pan, Bra was the person who meant the most to him. He was just glad they were all here, so he went into the lawn, to the shouts of Happy Birthday from the assortment of friends and family there-in.
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Dende was turning to head back into the Lookout when he finally felt it. It was like someone had just slipped ice along his back, a shiver running its' way down his spine. The Namekian turned and looked around, a shout for aid was given.
"Popo!"
At the call of God, the genie quickly hurried from his duties out onto the front of the Lookout, high above the Earth below.
"What is it Kami?"
"Don't you feel it? I don't believe it took me this long. It's a dark ki that seems to be spawning out of the Earth itself."
Popo closed his eyes and concentrated. It was times like this he wished Piccolo was still alive. He wasn't though, the powerful warrior had died when the Earth had been destroyed years ago.
"Yes, Kami, I feel it. It's not coming from the Earth though. It seems more...of a portal, to somewhere."
Dende thought on this and closed his eyes tighter. The antenna on his head twitching as he attempted to feel more into the dark energy that was growing upon his beloved planet.
"Your correct Popo. It is like another plane of existence is bleeding over into our own. Such as when Hell opened up, but it's much more powerful then anything during that time. Like it's slowly consuming the planet itself."
"Where is the disturbance now Kami?"
"It's moving across the Northern Continent, but it's like a shroud. Once it passes over something I get nothing from the area. No feelings of people, not even the full horror of this ki. It's like anything it goes, things just cease to be."
Popo thought a minute before he nodded and pulled out a small item from his vest, tossing it to the ground. A puff of smoke burst up, leaving a large red carpet which floated easily above the ground.
"I'll go take a look Kami, you stay here."
"Wait! It's to dangerous, you could be hurt Popo"
"I will be fine Kami. I must go, you cannot risk yourself and we need to see what is happening."
With that the genie jumped onto the flying carpet which burst into motion at his mental command. Zipping down away from the Lookout of God towards the Earth.
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What Popo saw when he reached the Northern Continent was something out of one of his worst nightmares. Not even the destruction put upon the planet by Buu could equal what he saw here. The land appeared charred, as if a great fire had burned across it. The cities lay in waste, buildings crushed and falling in upon themselves. The people lay among the ruins, torn and shredded.
That wasn't what frightened him the most though. What did, was the fact it was totally quiet, except for the sound of his own breathing. He was preparing to leave, to go report to God when he felt ki all around him. Yet he didn't see anything. He spun and hoped about on the carpet, trying to catch a glimpse of something. Then he heard the rushing of wind, as something moving through the air at high speed and dropped straight to his belly. Pudgy hands covered his head as an intense heat rushed over his back, scorching his fine vest.
He was trembling now, the ki was right in front of him, and he raised eyes to it. Standing before Popo was a huge being. Easily ten foot tall and covered with a layer of red scales. Massive muscles rippled underneath the scales as the great shifted closer to him. Easily flapping wings like those of a bat kept it aloft. It's head, almost reptilian in it's shape, but topped with a set of curving horns like those of a bull leaned forward as if inspecting this fat little man before it.
"Well well, what do we have here?"
Popo took a deep breath and stood up. It didn't really matter what he did now, but maybe he could at least get some information for God.
"I am Popo, Servant of God. Who...or what are you?"
The beast smiled at him, double rows of razor edged teeth being displayed for Popo's viewing pleasure. The genie could swear he saw pieces of flesh upon them.
"Me? Ahhh, why do so many ask that when they know their end is upon them?" The creature snorted and gave a gesture similar to a shrug. "I am Baal, General of the 9th Legion of the Dark Dimension. I suppose to your little mind, I'd be a daemon or some such thing."
"Well..w..what are you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious? We have populated our own realm as much as possible, destroyed every natural species within it. It is what we exist to do. Now we have chosen this on dimension as our playground."
Popo's eyes widened. If what the creature said was true, they were from a complete separate reality from this one. Which would mean they could possess power unlike anything ever experienced upon this planet. He opened his mouth to speak to God, to tell him a course of action but found no words coming forth. Only a coldness spreading along his fingers. His gaze fell down and he saw why, a thick trail of red gore spilled along his chest from his shredded neck. Yet he felt no pain, and knew he was already gone. He couldn't even come back because the Dragonballs were gone. Vanished with Son Goku so many years ago. How he wished it could go on a little longer, how he could warn God and help protect the Earth.
Then Popo fell over dead, his carpet slowly beginning to falter in it's flight before it to plummeted to the Earth. The limp body following it down to the ground below.
Baal snorted and licked the tips of its' razor edged fingers. The genie was a nice minor distraction but they had a goal in mind. Upon their arrival to the dimension, their warlock had detected a number of large powers. All were gathered in the same place. So they were heading straight to that location. Baal could teleport as most of the more powerful of his kind could, but most of the foot soldiers could not, so they were progressing slowly. It still would not be long, another few minutes at max.
The great destroyer looked to the warlock floating off to the side, it's black robes covering most of it's form, except for the two pinpoints of light deep within.
"Vecna! What was your estimate of these mortals power?"
The two yellow dots shifted a moment to the larger daemon, probing for a moment before answering. "The Legions we possess now should be enough, though expect losses to be at 75% or higher. There is not many but their might is all great. If you enter the combat yourself you would be able to cut losses down to 40%, and if I involve myself as well the battle can be won without to much damage."
Baal laughed again and flapped his wings, vanishing form Vecna's view as he launched ahead of the mass of darkness which sped across the land, destroying all it touched.
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Son Gohan sat off to the side watching the party. It was going great so far. He figured Pan had told Medon what was going on, but the boy had still acted completely surprised, much to the delight of Videl and Chi-Chi.
At the moment Chi-Chi was busy making yet another round of exceptional food for the group. Age hadn't managed to slow her yet, and Gohan didn't really think his mother would ever stop.
He smiled and looked up to Mr.Satan who was coming over to sit down by him. The elder man groaned and every bone in his body popped as he settled into a lawn chair.
"A nice sight isn't it?"
"It sure is sir, we're glad you could make it. It means a lot to all of us."
Satan laughed, which quickly turned into a cough. Smoking cheap cigars had gotten to him finally it seemed. After recovering he went into his initial intent to speak.
"Ah, don't worry bout it son. The World Champion never lets down his fans. Especially if they're his own family."
The big man beat on his chest as if to put more emphasis onto the statement of him being The World Champion. Even though it really was no longer the case. He had stopped participating in The Tenkaichi Bodoukai years ago. Pan was actually the current World Champion, a title she would most likely not lose until she chose to step down. They all knew it meant a lot to him though the he had been the champion the longest though and never told the old man otherwise.
Gohan gave a nod and patted his father-in-law on the shoulder, making a promise to bring him another beer when he headed back this way. Then he went over to another old friend who had become an uncle due to an odd twist.
Kuririn, sat at a picnic table, he had finished his meal. What he could eat anyway. 18 had taken over that aspect of his life a few years ago. As she put it, if she was going to live to be a ripe old age, he was going to do the same. He was at the moment watching his son-in-law Goten devour everything in sight. Marron had gone off to talk to her mother, so Goten had taken the opportunity to clear out the food.
The monk gave a chuckle, Goku had been the same way. Except he wouldn't even wait for you to leave, he would just dig in and then stare around innocently when it was all gone. Shouts from the table behind him, said that scene had most likely been recreated. He turned to look over as Gohan sat down besides him. Videl had a wet cloth in her hand and her son by the ear in the other. Scolding him for leaving nothing for anyone else, while at the same time cleaning the mess of it off his face, as he squirmed and tried to get away.
Kuririn laughed again and looked over to his friend.
"What does that remind you of?"
Gohan grinned and nodded in response.
"Mom use to do that to Dad a lot. Looks like she managed to rub off on Videl after all. All that talk of being a good wife and mother I suppose."
"Nah, Videl could have done that anyway. Now 18..." the little man leaned over and lowered his voice, eyes darting around, as he spoke. "she took quite a few years to adapt to it."
The grin didn't leave Gohan's face, but his dark eyes did shift to the side, giving Kuririn enough warning to sit up and start to whistle. It didn't help him as he was lifted by the back of his jacket off his seat and held level with the scowling face of his wife.
18 hadn't changed in years, she probably never would until the day she died. She was just as powerful and beautiful as the day he had met her. She also had the same temper.
Kuririn held his hands out helplessly to her, not really much else he could do. Still he had shaved his mustache this morning per her request so he hoped that would give him some points. He smiled and gave a little prayer.
She glared at him for another minute then dropped him into a heap on the ground. She gave another look about and seeing Gohan was the only one looking bent over and gave him a quick kiss, then she headed back towards Marron. Snatching up Goten on the way by the back of his pants and dragging him along.
Gohan helped up his friend, still smiling.
"It may have taken awhile, but it seems she at least lets you know it worked every so often."
Kuririn nodded and dusted himself off.
"Yeah. I still kinda wish she was more...open with things like that. If i wanted cold, I would have married Vegeta."
Gohan's jaw dropped open and his eyebrows shot up at that notion. Seeing the expression Kuririn continued with his life of conversation.
"Hey that pink shirt of his and all...rowr."
That was all the demi-sayai-jin could take and he let loose in laughter Kuririn joining him soon afterwards.
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Vegeta was away from the group as he always was. It wasn't because he didn't want to be here. If he did he would have gone into the gravity room to train. He still hoped Kakarotto would come back and would be ready for that day.
It was just he knew, he couldn't be how they wanted him. No matter how he felt about his children, and his mate. He did think Trunks was wasting him time running a business when he could have maybe even become strong enough to surpass him. He snorted and watched the group now.
Pan was attempting to bait his son into a date or some such human nonsense. He didn't really care about that. She was from a low class family but at least she wasn't a human. Bulma and Chi-Chi were hovering around the grill, giving directions to Yamcha who was attempting not to burn himself. Gohan and Kuririn were enjoying some sort of joke, they had looked his direction but a steady glare had sent their eyes elsewhere. 18, Marron, and Goten were off having a discussion about something. He guessed it was another attempt to get Goten's lazy ass to work. Satan was asleep, a steady line of drool on his chin. The last group was Bra, Videl, and Medon. Medon had his head down on the table and looked to be half-asleep. It wouldn't surprise Vegeta if he was. The boy had eaten enough to impress even him, and as he said this morning to Bulma.
"I expect my plate to stay full until I toss it away woman!"
Her response had been short and involved a finger, as she usually did when he made demands. Still he had gotten his wish, and probably eaten about 30 or so hearty servings. This led his attention back to Bulma at the grill. His thoughts turned again. How he wished Kakarotto would come back. Then he could maybe die as a sayai-jin should, in battle. He did not want to outlive this loud, obnoxious woman. If he did, he would be forced to fight a battle with himself, on feelings he never wanted to admit he had.
Giving a slight snarl the Prince closed his eyes to get a short nap. He was relaxing, becoming more in touch with himself and the area around him when he felt it. His eyes snapped wide open as he quickly came to his feet, yelling a warning.
"Woman, take the weak and get into the building!"
His eyes darted around looking around to pinpoint the source of the disturbance.
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Vegeta's warning made when the forces were over a mile away came to late. A beam of red energy burst through one of the walls surrounding the interior lawn, streaking straight through the group and nicking into Yamcha who stood by the grill.
The man let out a scream of pain as he was turned around three times in midair before he landed in a pile by the wall, barely conscious and staring at the charred stump where his arm had been.
Chi-Chi and Bulma both had screamed as soon as the beam had entered into the area, then both were hurrying towards Yamcha to get him into the house. Videl had grabbed Medon and hoisted him up, Bra getting his other arms to move him along, he was slowly waking up and going as well. Marron, Kuririn, and Satan had also begun moving towards the main building of CC.
Vegeta, Goten, Trunks, Pan, 18, and Gohan now stood inside the empty grassy area. They all felt the energy approaching, no other attacks had lanced their way after the initial assault. Still they felt it, and the cracking exterior wall heralded its' arrival.
Two flashes of golden light broke out at the same moment the wall fell inward. Trunks and Goten both becoming sheathed in energy as they transformed into Super Sayai-jins. Pan and Gohan both powered up as well. Her ki sending ripples along the ground and a cloud of dust. Gohan though his power had decreased still outclassed her, the raising of his ki causing the earth to buckle and shift around him. Vegeta did nothing yet, but wait. He wanted to see his enemy. Then he would let them watch as he tore them apart. 18 was of similar mind to Vegeta, not that she had any need to power up.
The wall was gone and nothing but darkness existed outside the hole. The six stood there waiting, feeling the darkness all around them. Then the first wave came. Dozens of creatures began to pour through the hole. They all looked roughly the same. About six foot tall, and clad is spiked black mail made of some creatures skin. Each wielded a glowing edged weapon of some sort, that seemed to radiate its' own energy.
The six warriors rushed to meet them, another golden aura joining the other two as Vegeta transformed. Then the black tide washed over them.
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Inside the Capsule Corporation the building itself was barely holding up to the strain of the battle outside. Bulma and Kuririn were desperately trying to keep Yamcha awake. The blast had severed his arm just below the elbow. It had also cauterized the wound and stopped bleeding, but he was going into shock. Satan was in one of the corners praying, and Bra, Marron, and Chi-Chi were trying to block the doors and windows. Medon just stood in the center of the room, holding tightly onto his mothers arm. He could feel the energy like it was right next to him, it invaded his senses and threatened to overwhelm him, his stomach felt like it had dropped into his knees. He wanted Videl to stay right here, with him, where it was safe.
Videl figured her son was just panicking but she wanted to get her father closer to the ground. So she removed his hand, and began to make her way towards the other side of the room to get the old man. She was almost there, reaching out slender fingers to touch his shoulder. Then hell broke loose.
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Outsides things were not going well. They had fought off the initial assault without much problem. The creatures were incredibly strong, probably on a level with Freezer, but each of them had long ago passed that level, even Pan. The second tide was another story. They had been led in by a large creature that resembled a dragon, who had quickly begun to batter them all around like rag dolls. Vegeta had been forced to go into Super Sayai-jin Four and was now engaged in combat with it, he was not doing well.
Gohan looked around, one hand pressed tightly to his side. This new wave was much stronger then the last as well. He had taken several hits and this latest one, a sharp thrust of one of their odd weapons, had really hurt him. Vegeta was in the air, firing blasts of energy at the apparent leader who was shrugging most of them off. Trunks and Goten were back to back, firing ki blasts in every direction and trying to keep the creatures away. 18 was also in the air, near Vegeta, fighting off two of the creatures. Then he saw Pan. She was face down on the ground, blood running from her forehead and one of the things stood over her. A glaive held high ready to plunge down into her back. There was no time for thought, only actions. In a blur or motion he was there, covering his daughter with his own body. He had no regrets, only a brief moment of sadness, as he felt the glowing sharp blade enter into his spine.
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As Videl had reached for Satan, the ceiling had exploded, sending chunks of concrete and steel falling into the building. Medon heard screaming and tried to clear the dust from his eyes. He saw a black shape, covered in robes descending from the ceiling. He saw Kuririn jump at it, first raised. Then Kuririn was flying the other way, crushing into the wall.
The young man tried to yell out, but no sound passed his lips. Even he knew the little monk was already dead. His head turned sharply to one side and eyes staring sightlessly off. He did what anyone that had never seen such terrors would; he curled up into a ball and hid. The rubble still falling covering him up from prying eyes.
In the chaos above him, Vecna landed. It knew those here had little power, and the one with the most had just died from his attack. It didn't matter though. Baal had ordered everyone slaughtered. He raised his hand and pointed at the group by the door, a black beam streaking form from his outstretched finger. The three women never even had time to scream.
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Blood flew from Vegeta's lips at the daemon landed another blow. He was losing. With all his power and training he was still losing and this made him even angrier. Ki swirled around him as he flew backwards, trying to see how everyone else was doing, and if it was time to play the last card. Gohan was down and not moving, his daughter beneath him. 18 would be down soon. She had made an attack at Baal and was sent away with a swipe of his wing. The ridged edge had torn deep into her torso and her hand was the only thing keeping her intestines from falling out. He couldn't even see Goten and Trunks, having been buried under the hordes of beings that kept pouring through the hole.
He had also seen the building collapse in on itself. They were all going to die. He almost smiled. This was the way a Sayai-jin deserved to die, in battle. Then he thought of his daughter, and his mate inside. Most likely already dead. No, he thought, they would not go alone.
He blasted up, tearing through the dome overhead. Baal followed him, thinking his prey was fleeing. Then Vegeta stopped, spinning around and hurling both arms downwards. He had concentrated all his remaining energy in this, if it didn't work, it was the end.
"Final Flash!"
The golden beam of pure ki rocketed downwards, smashing into Baal and further. The rest of the dome over Capsule Corporation blew apart at the touch of the massive beam, which stuck the Earth and buried deep beneath the crust.
Raising his hand he wiped blood from his lip, and waited for the smoke to clear. He hope, no...for the first time he prayed it had worked. As the smoke finally died down he saw they were not answered. Baal hovered where he had been previously, large scorch marking his crimson hide. Then the creature smiled and raising its' axe, it charged the Sayai-jin Prince.
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Beneath the rubble Medon shifted. A large piece had hit him on the head and stunned him. He had recovered quickly though and was surprised to find everything quiet. Shifting the weight off him he stood up. The Capsule Corporation was in shambles, metal and rock was everywhere. He called out, to his mother, his father, his sister, anyone.
Then he found a hand sticking out of the rock. Crawling over to it he began to move the weights and saw what was beneath. The hand was no longer attached to its' owner, he actually couldn't even tell who the owner was, the body was so charred and burnt. From the purse besides it he could tell it had been Marron though. The girl had died instantly at the impact of Vecna's beam. Two more bodies lay in alcove. He didn't know who the second was at all, that would take more thought they he could put together at the moment. The third was Bra, the other two lay atop her, her face was smeared with blood. He reached down, trying to hold back his own tears and lightly touched her face. The teenager was rewarded with a soft groan. She was still alive, and probably safer here then anywhere else. So he moved a piece of rock back over here and headed towards the hole in the wall.
He was almost to the hole, he could even see out. Then he saw her. Where she had been when the wall collapsed was his mother. Medon rushed over to her, lifting her head into his lap. Her eyes were closed and she was already pale. She had no evident wounds until he put his hand under her head and it came away red. One of the falling rocks had hit her. He didn't know what to do, so he just sat there. Slowly shaking her, mumbling under his breath.
"Wake up, wake up,"
It of course was for naught. He felt it building inside him, sorrow unlike any other. He didn't know what he had left, his mother, who had never abandoned him, was gone. He didn't know where his father was. Then he let lavender eyes wander out the hole and saw the battlefield. It seemed part of the fight still raged. That didn't matter to him, he saw the pile of his sister and father, he also saw the blood. From the angle he was at he could see the wound that had killed Gohan. A sharp instrument had been driven through his spine and into his vital organs. He had died instantly.
The world shattered for the young boy at the moment. He felt himself falling, and blackness overtook him.
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Outside Vegeta was holding onto life. Baal had beaten him within an inch and would continue to let him get his footing again just to toy with him. He had lost the power for Super Sayai-jin Four long ago and was in his normal form. Everyone else was either dead or dying. His attack had failed. This wasn't a battle it was a slaughter. They didn't even know who their enemy was. Baal was raising up his axe now, the final blow was coming. Then the sound split the air. It was a scream.
The remaining walls of the Capsule Corporation were sundered under the force of that scream, golden flames pouring outward, carried along the trails of electricity that crackled through the building.
Baal turned, releasing the prince and letting him fall to the ground below. Vegeta hit hard, but he had seen it as he fell and the ki he felt now was incredible and still rising as the scream continued.
It was a scream of pain and suffering unlike any other, even more so then when Gohan had watched the Cell Juniors beat his friends. It was torn from something buried so deep it wasn't thought to exist.
Above the battlefield Baal watched the being emerging from the rubble. Golden flames crackled around their form, sparks of electrical energy whipping around them as well. Then they looked up to him. He looked into those eyes and was met with two green orbs of utter hate.
Vegeta felt life leaving him, the last wound he had taken would be fatal without a senzu, which of course Karin didn't grow anymore. His last smile was covered with blood but was still there. The boy had it in him all along. He had done something none of them had ever done. He had skipped Stage One, he hadn't even though the demi-sayai-jin had enough power to ever reach the first level, much less go to the second. It really didn't matter though, even with that much power he was untrained and unfocused and angry. He wouldn't last much longer.
Vegeta was totally right in his assumption. Medon was over the edge. The power rushing through him was making him light headed, plus he was raging. He took a step forward intending to rush and destroy this creature, to kill all of them, nothing else manner. Then he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, and a calming voice.
"This isn't the time."
He spun around, fist going to smash whomever this was attempting to stop him and he found himself held fast. Green eyes went up to meet black ones, and saw himself within them. Only one word came to mind as he saw the face of the one there.
"Grandpa?"