Set to "Blood Red Skies" by Judas Priest
Vegeta once again stood on the ruined landscape that he called home, a biting wind rushing through his hair and across his hardened face. Dark clouds rolled over the crimson sky, turning the burnt out hulks of once proud skyscrapers into haunting reminders of what civilization used to be like, especially the crippled form of Capsule Corp that stood wounded yet firm against the sun that was setting on a dead world.
It had been almost like being in the middle of a lucid dream to see them again, living ghosts who did not even know they were dead yet. Maybe that viewpoint was the effect of time travel on the traveler... maybe he was the only one capable of thinking along those lines.
The Saiyan Prince gnashed his teeth and spat on the charred ground. Being able to see Kakarot again and spar with him had been especially surreal, but Vegeta had done something he thought he would never do against anyone.
He had held back.
The hellish years of battling the androids had pushed Vegeta and the other surviving warriors past their limits, discovering all new potential in their abilities. Even though there was hardly ever any time to properly train and no intact space travel technology to retrieve the Namekian dragonballs, Vegeta had found a new level of power, something he could not yet tell Kakarot and the warriors of the past.
Six years before going to the past... he had ascended.
"Fucking androids!!!" growled Vegeta. "Even the next level isn't enough!"
When Vegeta had revealed his new powers, the androids had shown their ability to adapt with a hidden ability to tweak and upgrade their own power, developing their own massive improvements to Dr. Gero's design. Hell, even that green insect-like freak who had claimed to be Gero's ultimate creation had quickly succumbed to the new abilities of the upgraded cyborgs. Vegeta's ascended Super Saiyan powers were enough to somewhat effectively battle the androids, but not defeat them.
They never ran out of energy... never.
Vegeta sighed and set off to fly home when he heard the crunch of footsteps on the ground behind him. He immediately stopped and began to turn to face his visitors.
"Well, well, my favorite toy is back," said an icy female voice. "And to think of all the trouble you would have saved yourself and your petty friends if you'd just agreed to be my own little, ahem, servant."
Vegeta snarled, the voice cutting through him like cold unforgiving steel.
"You were right sis," said a male voice. "It has been boring around here without the little Prince. Fighting his kids and their weak friends just isn't fun anymore."
The warrior glowered at the black-haired boy, who in turn just straightened out the orange scarf around his neck and sneered, wiping dirt and blood off of his black shirt that bore the insignia of the Red Ribbon Army. His sister, beautiful and deadly, casually tossed her blonde hair aside and crossed her arms across the front of her denim jacket. Perhaps the most infuriating of them all was their silent companion, decked out in a bright green armor-like uniform over black spandex and a red Mohawk. He towered over the rest, a silent killer who had always kept one goal in mind.
"Son Goku," came his mechanical voice. "Bring him here now."
"Fucking moron," said the boy. "Son Goku has been dead for years. Give it a rest already."
"No, I still sense his ki."
"Hmm, 'wonder who it is with a ki like Goku's? It couldn't be poor little Gohan," laughed the boy.
"Oh now that was rude 17," remarked the blonde.
"Yeah, I know."
Vegeta could not bear to listen anymore. Clenching his muscles with a mighty scream, he powered straight up into Super Saiyan Two, as he called his new power level. His muscles increased greatly in size, although not nearly as large as the other intermediary power level he had discovered years earlier, and his hair spiked and blazed with golden platinum. His teal eyes could have melted steel by themselves as their gaze fell on the mechanical demons, his golden aura enshrouding them all.
Something else was happening. Vegeta's power continued to skyrocket as his rage fueled his desire to fight and win. The ground began to tremble and crack under Vegeta's force. He seemed to have no control over his own ki as he bellowed under his own strength.
Then for a moment, his hair started to grow just a little bit longer.
"Wow we just might get a decent fight out of him today," smirked 17. "Hey 18, why don't you put the icing on the cake."
The blonde snickered.
"Hey Vegeta, have you still been wondering where your little blue-haired bimbo went?"
The Prince froze in place, horrid dread coursing through him.
"We kinda had to put her out of her misery mainly because she just wouldn't shut up. Pity though, she was a bit more fragile than humans usually are."
Every emotion Vegeta had ever felt exploded from him, equaling his anguish and torment. A scream of pure hatred and sorrow tore through the ruined city, shattering the remains of the once great metropolis into only clouds of dust.
"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! YOU'RE LYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Somehow, even through the darkness, Vegeta saw a small beacon of light.
Himself.
In the same manner that the greatest hero of all time, Son Goku, had done on planet Namek so many years ago after the death of his best friend Krillin, Vegeta let it all go.
"BASTARDS!!!! I WON'T... LET YOU GET AWAY... WITH THIS!!!!!!!"
Power beyond Vegeta's wildest dreams erupted from him, from his very soul. His thundering shrieks of hatred and vengeance created fissures in the ground, some from which magma erupted, causing the androids to re-position themselves.
Vegeta reared back, levitating into the air as the power continued to pour from him, his aura taking the form of a towering inferno of golden energy. He was not only using his rage, but everything he had ever felt in his life. All of his pain, anger, humiliation, loss, and even the joy brought to him by his family all came to the surface, fueling him as never before.
Vegeta knew that if he were ever to stop this madness, it would have to be now, and he realized that this epiphany was pushing him towards something phenomenal. The Saiyan Prince embraced this as muscles bulged and his sharp spikey hair began to grow and cascade down his back.
"BUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A blinding energy flash engulfed the city, causing each of the androids to power up in order to shield themselves from the heat and light. Squinting and covering their eyes, the androids still had no idea as to what had just occurred.
"Impressive light show Vegeta, but you'll have to do better than... than... what the fuck!?" exclaimed 17.
As the dust and energy flames cleared Vegeta stood reborn from the flames of love and hatred. His now enormous mane of golden hair hung down past his waistline, swaying in the strong winds created by the pure energy erupting from his transformed body. Vegeta's twisted hate-filled face, now lacking eyebrows, sported a familiar determination, his tears of anguish evaporating in the heat of his new powers.
Only the large silent android realized what had truly happened.
"I recommend extreme caution," he said in his monotone voice. "His power has increased to undetectable levels."
"Bullshit 16," grinned 17. "He just has a peculiar new hairdo and bigger muscles. I don't know about the eyebrows though..."
17 was cut short as Vegeta's energy-covered fist caved his chest in, sending him careening into a burned-out skyscraper. Even the cyborgs could not detect the Prince's movements.
"17!!!!!" cried 18.
Before she could react any further, Vegeta appeared right in front of her.
"I'm no one's servant, bitch."
He took a moment to savor her mounting shock and fear, but in that time came a new surprise. A flash of energy later and 18 was pulling herself out of a newly formed crater in the ground, but Vegeta had not even raised a finger.
"Sorry we're late daddy," said a giggling voice from beside Vegeta.
A beautiful young woman with aqua hair touched down beside her father, her face now full of pure shock as she took a closer look at her father, her senses numb from his new powers. She adjusted her knee-high saiyan boots and her blue and white spandex battle armor, flipping her hair over her shoulder so she could better take her stance.
"Daddy... you ascended... again, wow, uh, cool hair!"
Vegeta turned his head to face his awestruck daughter.
"Yes princess, now where are the others?"
Vegeta's question was answered as both Android 17 and 16, who was assisting his partner, both yelled in shock as they were both on the receiving ends of brutal hits that drove them both into one of the fissures created by Vegeta's ascension.
The first of the assailants touched down beside Vegeta and his daughter. He smirked as he sheathed an immaculately-kept sword, running a hand through his lavender hair and adjusting his purple Capsule Corp jacket.
"Hey dad, 'hope you don't mind if we cut in," said the young man, trying to stay cool and cocky in the presence of his newly ascended father.
Vegeta also smirked, his leering face beaming with pride.
"Glad you and Bra could make it Trunks, because we have some business to settle this day."
Trunk's smirk widened not only from his father's comment but also at the arrival of his partner in crime.
Another teenager touched down beside the group, the wind cutting through his disheveled black hair. He reached down and tightened the blue belt that supported his orange fighting gi, never taking piercing dark eyes off of the androids, who were in the process of regrouping.
"I hope this isn't a private party, but too bad if it is," said the youth.
Vegeta stifled a chuckle. Perhaps they had picked up a bit too much of his attitude.
The androids now were at a face-off with their attackers, faces cold as stone. 17 still clutched at the severe wound Vegeta had inflicted on him. Deadly silence swept across the terrain, both sides knowing that on this day, all of their fates would be decided.
Trunks could sense that something was greatly troubling his father and he was sure he knew exactly what it was.
"Dad don't worry, we found Mom earlier, a little while before you powered up. She's safe."
A small grin crept across Vegeta's hardened features.
"Then let's end this."
Trunks nodded as both he and his sister took their battle stances. The raven-haired boy also assumed a stance as all three youths screamed, simultaneously becoming Super Saiyans. The androids in turn fully activated their upgraded powers. 16 turned his gaze on the boy in the orange gi and pointed an accusing finger at him.
"Son Goku, you will now die. Those are Dr. Gero's orders."
The youth powered up even further and gave a confident smile.
"I'm not Son Goku, but I'm definitely close enough."
Trunks and Bra walked up and stood beside their friend.
"We need to let my dad handle this, but that doesn't mean we can't be careful and have fun too."
The other youth nodded.
"Bra, let's do this," said Trunks. "You too, Goten."
With that, the three teenagers began their assault.
"THIS IS FOR GOHAN!!!" screamed the young Super Saiyans in unison as they charged the cybernetic demons.
The Saiyan Prince's arrogant smirk suddenly returned.
"LET'S SEE HOW YOU FUCKERS DEAL WITH A SUPER SAIYAN THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vegeta bellowed as he unleashed his energy and charged towards his fate, the same fate he shared with everyone else who dwelled on Planet Earth.
"LET'S GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
At the same time, somewhere up in heaven, a familiar group of warriors smiled.
Vegeta once again stood on the ruined landscape that he called home, a biting wind rushing through his hair and across his hardened face. Dark clouds rolled over the crimson sky, turning the burnt out hulks of once proud skyscrapers into haunting reminders of what civilization used to be like, especially the crippled form of Capsule Corp that stood wounded yet firm against the sun that was setting on a dead world.
It had been almost like being in the middle of a lucid dream to see them again, living ghosts who did not even know they were dead yet. Maybe that viewpoint was the effect of time travel on the traveler... maybe he was the only one capable of thinking along those lines.
The Saiyan Prince gnashed his teeth and spat on the charred ground. Being able to see Kakarot again and spar with him had been especially surreal, but Vegeta had done something he thought he would never do against anyone.
He had held back.
The hellish years of battling the androids had pushed Vegeta and the other surviving warriors past their limits, discovering all new potential in their abilities. Even though there was hardly ever any time to properly train and no intact space travel technology to retrieve the Namekian dragonballs, Vegeta had found a new level of power, something he could not yet tell Kakarot and the warriors of the past.
Six years before going to the past... he had ascended.
"Fucking androids!!!" growled Vegeta. "Even the next level isn't enough!"
When Vegeta had revealed his new powers, the androids had shown their ability to adapt with a hidden ability to tweak and upgrade their own power, developing their own massive improvements to Dr. Gero's design. Hell, even that green insect-like freak who had claimed to be Gero's ultimate creation had quickly succumbed to the new abilities of the upgraded cyborgs. Vegeta's ascended Super Saiyan powers were enough to somewhat effectively battle the androids, but not defeat them.
They never ran out of energy... never.
Vegeta sighed and set off to fly home when he heard the crunch of footsteps on the ground behind him. He immediately stopped and began to turn to face his visitors.
"Well, well, my favorite toy is back," said an icy female voice. "And to think of all the trouble you would have saved yourself and your petty friends if you'd just agreed to be my own little, ahem, servant."
Vegeta snarled, the voice cutting through him like cold unforgiving steel.
"You were right sis," said a male voice. "It has been boring around here without the little Prince. Fighting his kids and their weak friends just isn't fun anymore."
The warrior glowered at the black-haired boy, who in turn just straightened out the orange scarf around his neck and sneered, wiping dirt and blood off of his black shirt that bore the insignia of the Red Ribbon Army. His sister, beautiful and deadly, casually tossed her blonde hair aside and crossed her arms across the front of her denim jacket. Perhaps the most infuriating of them all was their silent companion, decked out in a bright green armor-like uniform over black spandex and a red Mohawk. He towered over the rest, a silent killer who had always kept one goal in mind.
"Son Goku," came his mechanical voice. "Bring him here now."
"Fucking moron," said the boy. "Son Goku has been dead for years. Give it a rest already."
"No, I still sense his ki."
"Hmm, 'wonder who it is with a ki like Goku's? It couldn't be poor little Gohan," laughed the boy.
"Oh now that was rude 17," remarked the blonde.
"Yeah, I know."
Vegeta could not bear to listen anymore. Clenching his muscles with a mighty scream, he powered straight up into Super Saiyan Two, as he called his new power level. His muscles increased greatly in size, although not nearly as large as the other intermediary power level he had discovered years earlier, and his hair spiked and blazed with golden platinum. His teal eyes could have melted steel by themselves as their gaze fell on the mechanical demons, his golden aura enshrouding them all.
Something else was happening. Vegeta's power continued to skyrocket as his rage fueled his desire to fight and win. The ground began to tremble and crack under Vegeta's force. He seemed to have no control over his own ki as he bellowed under his own strength.
Then for a moment, his hair started to grow just a little bit longer.
"Wow we just might get a decent fight out of him today," smirked 17. "Hey 18, why don't you put the icing on the cake."
The blonde snickered.
"Hey Vegeta, have you still been wondering where your little blue-haired bimbo went?"
The Prince froze in place, horrid dread coursing through him.
"We kinda had to put her out of her misery mainly because she just wouldn't shut up. Pity though, she was a bit more fragile than humans usually are."
Every emotion Vegeta had ever felt exploded from him, equaling his anguish and torment. A scream of pure hatred and sorrow tore through the ruined city, shattering the remains of the once great metropolis into only clouds of dust.
"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! YOU'RE LYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Somehow, even through the darkness, Vegeta saw a small beacon of light.
Himself.
In the same manner that the greatest hero of all time, Son Goku, had done on planet Namek so many years ago after the death of his best friend Krillin, Vegeta let it all go.
"BASTARDS!!!! I WON'T... LET YOU GET AWAY... WITH THIS!!!!!!!"
Power beyond Vegeta's wildest dreams erupted from him, from his very soul. His thundering shrieks of hatred and vengeance created fissures in the ground, some from which magma erupted, causing the androids to re-position themselves.
Vegeta reared back, levitating into the air as the power continued to pour from him, his aura taking the form of a towering inferno of golden energy. He was not only using his rage, but everything he had ever felt in his life. All of his pain, anger, humiliation, loss, and even the joy brought to him by his family all came to the surface, fueling him as never before.
Vegeta knew that if he were ever to stop this madness, it would have to be now, and he realized that this epiphany was pushing him towards something phenomenal. The Saiyan Prince embraced this as muscles bulged and his sharp spikey hair began to grow and cascade down his back.
"BUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A blinding energy flash engulfed the city, causing each of the androids to power up in order to shield themselves from the heat and light. Squinting and covering their eyes, the androids still had no idea as to what had just occurred.
"Impressive light show Vegeta, but you'll have to do better than... than... what the fuck!?" exclaimed 17.
As the dust and energy flames cleared Vegeta stood reborn from the flames of love and hatred. His now enormous mane of golden hair hung down past his waistline, swaying in the strong winds created by the pure energy erupting from his transformed body. Vegeta's twisted hate-filled face, now lacking eyebrows, sported a familiar determination, his tears of anguish evaporating in the heat of his new powers.
Only the large silent android realized what had truly happened.
"I recommend extreme caution," he said in his monotone voice. "His power has increased to undetectable levels."
"Bullshit 16," grinned 17. "He just has a peculiar new hairdo and bigger muscles. I don't know about the eyebrows though..."
17 was cut short as Vegeta's energy-covered fist caved his chest in, sending him careening into a burned-out skyscraper. Even the cyborgs could not detect the Prince's movements.
"17!!!!!" cried 18.
Before she could react any further, Vegeta appeared right in front of her.
"I'm no one's servant, bitch."
He took a moment to savor her mounting shock and fear, but in that time came a new surprise. A flash of energy later and 18 was pulling herself out of a newly formed crater in the ground, but Vegeta had not even raised a finger.
"Sorry we're late daddy," said a giggling voice from beside Vegeta.
A beautiful young woman with aqua hair touched down beside her father, her face now full of pure shock as she took a closer look at her father, her senses numb from his new powers. She adjusted her knee-high saiyan boots and her blue and white spandex battle armor, flipping her hair over her shoulder so she could better take her stance.
"Daddy... you ascended... again, wow, uh, cool hair!"
Vegeta turned his head to face his awestruck daughter.
"Yes princess, now where are the others?"
Vegeta's question was answered as both Android 17 and 16, who was assisting his partner, both yelled in shock as they were both on the receiving ends of brutal hits that drove them both into one of the fissures created by Vegeta's ascension.
The first of the assailants touched down beside Vegeta and his daughter. He smirked as he sheathed an immaculately-kept sword, running a hand through his lavender hair and adjusting his purple Capsule Corp jacket.
"Hey dad, 'hope you don't mind if we cut in," said the young man, trying to stay cool and cocky in the presence of his newly ascended father.
Vegeta also smirked, his leering face beaming with pride.
"Glad you and Bra could make it Trunks, because we have some business to settle this day."
Trunk's smirk widened not only from his father's comment but also at the arrival of his partner in crime.
Another teenager touched down beside the group, the wind cutting through his disheveled black hair. He reached down and tightened the blue belt that supported his orange fighting gi, never taking piercing dark eyes off of the androids, who were in the process of regrouping.
"I hope this isn't a private party, but too bad if it is," said the youth.
Vegeta stifled a chuckle. Perhaps they had picked up a bit too much of his attitude.
The androids now were at a face-off with their attackers, faces cold as stone. 17 still clutched at the severe wound Vegeta had inflicted on him. Deadly silence swept across the terrain, both sides knowing that on this day, all of their fates would be decided.
Trunks could sense that something was greatly troubling his father and he was sure he knew exactly what it was.
"Dad don't worry, we found Mom earlier, a little while before you powered up. She's safe."
A small grin crept across Vegeta's hardened features.
"Then let's end this."
Trunks nodded as both he and his sister took their battle stances. The raven-haired boy also assumed a stance as all three youths screamed, simultaneously becoming Super Saiyans. The androids in turn fully activated their upgraded powers. 16 turned his gaze on the boy in the orange gi and pointed an accusing finger at him.
"Son Goku, you will now die. Those are Dr. Gero's orders."
The youth powered up even further and gave a confident smile.
"I'm not Son Goku, but I'm definitely close enough."
Trunks and Bra walked up and stood beside their friend.
"We need to let my dad handle this, but that doesn't mean we can't be careful and have fun too."
The other youth nodded.
"Bra, let's do this," said Trunks. "You too, Goten."
With that, the three teenagers began their assault.
"THIS IS FOR GOHAN!!!" screamed the young Super Saiyans in unison as they charged the cybernetic demons.
The Saiyan Prince's arrogant smirk suddenly returned.
"LET'S SEE HOW YOU FUCKERS DEAL WITH A SUPER SAIYAN THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vegeta bellowed as he unleashed his energy and charged towards his fate, the same fate he shared with everyone else who dwelled on Planet Earth.
"LET'S GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
At the same time, somewhere up in heaven, a familiar group of warriors smiled.