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Chapter 2.
The huge man looked up at me and cocked his head to the side. "Kakarotto?" he breathed.
I realized that this could be big trouble. Fortunately, at that time, the rest of the police force arrived to distract the Saiyan, and I was able to escape. I don't want to know what happened to them. I flew back home in record time. I could smell Mom cooking, so I stayed away from the house. Luckily, Dad and Vegeta were sparring out in the field by the pond.
"Is that the best you've got Kakarotto?" sneered Vegeta.
"No, but you know I can't use the best I've got! You'd be a charred spot on the ground." replied dear old Dad.
"You baka. Always holding back when you should let go and give it all you've got. I don't blame your bitch of a wife from nagging you all the time. Because you always make a battle drag on, we've always got to wait for MY nagging wife to get the Dragon Balls to bring back YOUR stupid friends who get themselves killed!"
"Aww...you just don't want to admit that you can't beat anybody without me."
"Kakarotto, do you really believe that? Do you actually believe that you are a stronger warrior than me? A high power level is nothing without the smarts on the battlefield. I am only cocky when I can afford to be. Let's look at it this way. How many times have YOU died? That's what I thought. Now fight like a true Saiy-"
Vegeta didn't get to finish that sentence. While he had been ranting and raving at Dad, Dad had charged up a powerful Kamehameha and let it loose at him.
"Wow, Vegeta, I guess you're right. I don't have the battle smarts to fall like that. Show me how you did that, falling on your ass without getting hurt!"
"Hey Dad!" I had to say something. If dad didn't quit his gloating, Vegeta would likely get up and fry him.
"Gohan! I thought you were going into the city for that Orange Star High School baseball game. Weren't you supposed to meet Videl there?"
"Yeah Dad, but I saw something that I thought you should know about. There was this guy who landed in the middle of the street. In a space pod. And he looked an awful lot like a Saiyan. But Dad, I thought you said that there were only 4 Saiyans left after Planet Vegeta blew up, and that you and Vegeta were the only two left alive. What's the deal?"
"Kid, did you say you saw a SAIYAN?!?" Vegeta was by now fully awake and seemed quite nervous.
"Yeah a big one...and he killed like the entire police force and...and...he was yelling 'KAKAROTTO! Vegeta...do you know what's going on""
"Wait a minute," Dad interjected. "Did you say he was yelling for me? Huh. I know Chi-Chi paid all the bills this month. I quit gambling. Was it the Men in Black looking for me cause I'm an alien?"
"Stupid baka" muttered Vegeta. "Gohan, this 'Saiyan' that was yelling for Kakarotto...was he a big guy. Anywhere from 6 and a half to seven feet tall?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh Dende...this could be very very bad. Real bad."
"What? Hey...Vegeta, are you saying this guy IS a Saiyan? You told me when we first met that there were only four of us left...and you killed Nappa, and Piccolo killed Raditz. With me and you, that makes four. I know that much." I was amazed at Dad's counting skills.
"Kakarotto, shut up. When I was much younger, before our home was destroyed by Frieza, I heard tales of a Saiyan born with a 10000 power level. BORN WITH A 10000 POWER LEVEL! Do you have any idea how strong that is? I was born with a power level that was not nearly 1/100th of that! Supposedly, this child was born the same day as you. I believe his name was Brolly. Because of his extraordinary power, many of us believed that he was the Legendary Super Saiyajin. That stands to reason, for if it IS he that landed in the city, he must have survived the destruction of our home."
"But...but...Why is he yelling MY name?" Dad seemed as scared and confused as ever.
"He wants to kill you," Vegeta said simply.
"Wh-wh-why? What did I do to him? I don't even know him!"
"Well, it's truthfully not hard to see why he'd want to kill you. Remember I wanted to. Honestly, Kakarotto, I have no idea. I thought this was just a myth. We better check this out, though." Vegeta looked at me. "Brat, you might as well come too. Get your big green friend and hurry your ass up!"
I didn't think twice about flying off and getting Piccolo. I knew just where to find him.
Chapter 2.
The huge man looked up at me and cocked his head to the side. "Kakarotto?" he breathed.
I realized that this could be big trouble. Fortunately, at that time, the rest of the police force arrived to distract the Saiyan, and I was able to escape. I don't want to know what happened to them. I flew back home in record time. I could smell Mom cooking, so I stayed away from the house. Luckily, Dad and Vegeta were sparring out in the field by the pond.
"Is that the best you've got Kakarotto?" sneered Vegeta.
"No, but you know I can't use the best I've got! You'd be a charred spot on the ground." replied dear old Dad.
"You baka. Always holding back when you should let go and give it all you've got. I don't blame your bitch of a wife from nagging you all the time. Because you always make a battle drag on, we've always got to wait for MY nagging wife to get the Dragon Balls to bring back YOUR stupid friends who get themselves killed!"
"Aww...you just don't want to admit that you can't beat anybody without me."
"Kakarotto, do you really believe that? Do you actually believe that you are a stronger warrior than me? A high power level is nothing without the smarts on the battlefield. I am only cocky when I can afford to be. Let's look at it this way. How many times have YOU died? That's what I thought. Now fight like a true Saiy-"
Vegeta didn't get to finish that sentence. While he had been ranting and raving at Dad, Dad had charged up a powerful Kamehameha and let it loose at him.
"Wow, Vegeta, I guess you're right. I don't have the battle smarts to fall like that. Show me how you did that, falling on your ass without getting hurt!"
"Hey Dad!" I had to say something. If dad didn't quit his gloating, Vegeta would likely get up and fry him.
"Gohan! I thought you were going into the city for that Orange Star High School baseball game. Weren't you supposed to meet Videl there?"
"Yeah Dad, but I saw something that I thought you should know about. There was this guy who landed in the middle of the street. In a space pod. And he looked an awful lot like a Saiyan. But Dad, I thought you said that there were only 4 Saiyans left after Planet Vegeta blew up, and that you and Vegeta were the only two left alive. What's the deal?"
"Kid, did you say you saw a SAIYAN?!?" Vegeta was by now fully awake and seemed quite nervous.
"Yeah a big one...and he killed like the entire police force and...and...he was yelling 'KAKAROTTO! Vegeta...do you know what's going on""
"Wait a minute," Dad interjected. "Did you say he was yelling for me? Huh. I know Chi-Chi paid all the bills this month. I quit gambling. Was it the Men in Black looking for me cause I'm an alien?"
"Stupid baka" muttered Vegeta. "Gohan, this 'Saiyan' that was yelling for Kakarotto...was he a big guy. Anywhere from 6 and a half to seven feet tall?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh Dende...this could be very very bad. Real bad."
"What? Hey...Vegeta, are you saying this guy IS a Saiyan? You told me when we first met that there were only four of us left...and you killed Nappa, and Piccolo killed Raditz. With me and you, that makes four. I know that much." I was amazed at Dad's counting skills.
"Kakarotto, shut up. When I was much younger, before our home was destroyed by Frieza, I heard tales of a Saiyan born with a 10000 power level. BORN WITH A 10000 POWER LEVEL! Do you have any idea how strong that is? I was born with a power level that was not nearly 1/100th of that! Supposedly, this child was born the same day as you. I believe his name was Brolly. Because of his extraordinary power, many of us believed that he was the Legendary Super Saiyajin. That stands to reason, for if it IS he that landed in the city, he must have survived the destruction of our home."
"But...but...Why is he yelling MY name?" Dad seemed as scared and confused as ever.
"He wants to kill you," Vegeta said simply.
"Wh-wh-why? What did I do to him? I don't even know him!"
"Well, it's truthfully not hard to see why he'd want to kill you. Remember I wanted to. Honestly, Kakarotto, I have no idea. I thought this was just a myth. We better check this out, though." Vegeta looked at me. "Brat, you might as well come too. Get your big green friend and hurry your ass up!"
I didn't think twice about flying off and getting Piccolo. I knew just where to find him.