~*~On Earth~*~

Goku and Vegeta hunched over and resting with hands on their knees, panted harshly. Sweat dripped from their hairlines and pooled at their feet.
"Good spar, Vegeta." Goku grinned. Vegeta nodded and up righted, stretching his spine and laughing to himself. It had been an exceptional day, the weather was sunny but a chilly fall breeze blew along that kept them cool as the heat of their match escalated late into the day.
A spurt of chi caught their attention and they both jerked to the south, staring into the distance. As they realized it was familiar they felt a wash of relief and leapt to the air to see what was so important.

Piccolo had spent the remainder of the day gathering the dragon balls on New Namek and wished himself home. When he appeared on the lookout, Dende regarded him oddly and pointed out that he had been gone for only a day. Piccolo snapped at him then apologized quickly before leaping from the lookout. He needed to find the rest of the senshi, something was coming to Earth and he knew that it was going to be one hell of a problem if they were caught off-guard.

When Goku and Vegeta landed, Gohan, Yamcha and Krillen already stood around Piccolo with looks of surprise and determination.
"What's going on guys?" Goku asked, resting a hand on his sons shoulder.
"Piccolo had a vision while he was on New Namek." Gohan answered.
Vegeta looked at them coolly. "Since when were you on Namek?"
Piccolo shook his head. "I have no time to explain. There's something coming. A ship, full of prisoners taken from planets all over the galaxy." Vegeta looked at him like he had flipped but Goku's demeanor had straightened and he had the look of the warrior on his face that made Vegeta grunt and listen instead of making a snappy comeback. "They've taken warriors and people of importance from planets then destroyed them if they had the technology to give them chase or fight them."
Goku rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "And they're coming here?" Piccolo nodded. "When will they be here?"
Piccolo paused. "I-I don't know."
Vegeta snorted. "You don't know?"
"Look it could be days or a few months but they're coming." Piccolo snapped, the fury in his eyes leaving everyone taken aback.
"Then I guess we should start getting ready then. What do you say guys?" Yamcha asked, looked around at the little group. There were little remarks of affirmation and nods.
Piccolo turned and looked up into the sky, trying to see beyond the blue. _Dende help me if I'm wrong. _
But he wasn't.

Not quite three days later, the group of Earth's saviors stood in a semi-circle looking up at the speck in the atmosphere that was growing larger with each passing minute. Sweat rolled from Piccolo's temple down along his jaw, they were coming, and he didn't know how strong they were, but if at least one of them could break into the ship and start letting prisoners loose, all the better.
Piccolo told the others of his plan and they said that Bulma could scan the ship and tell him where the prison cells were located but he shook his head and declined. The speck was now the size of a basketball and that was enough of a difference, the six of them leapt to meet them head on.
Piccolo went directly for the back of the ship, firing chi blasts as the minions of the Eliokon began to fall from portals to meet the warriors that came to defend their planet. Piccolo drove his fist deep into the guts of the nearest, puncturing the armor and feeling his fist hit cool air as it exited his back. He shook the gurgling beast from his arm and swung at another.
He charged a chi blast and aimed for the docking doors, blasting them in and followed the roiling fireball as it passed through the passageways. He stopped and looked around himself. He didn't recognized this spot but he felt a familiar chi somewhere close by and followed the twisting corridors until he nearly ran into the person he was tracking.
Nate stood, gripping a guard by the neck in each hand as he snarled and Piccolo heard the vertebrate pop and he dropped them to the floor in heaps. Nate turned and looked at him before passing by him and leaping onto another pack of guards. "Nate, where is Negate?"
The man looked up at him from his pile and stared at him in shock. "How do you know my name, stranger?" A fist caught his jaw and he growled, grabbing the man's head in his hands and twisting violently. When he looked back up at Piccolo his eyes narrowed. "What do you want with Negate?"
A large mountain of a man came whooping down the corridor at Nate's back and Piccolo yelled at him to get down. Nate dropped to his knees and Piccolo let a shot of chi fly from his fingertips and pierce the man through his chest, catching three more guards that stood behind him. Nate stood, looked at him with a mixture of awe and suspicion before head butting a man in the face.
"She's down that way, hopefully getting people free." Piccolo turned and began to sprint down the corridors, his antennae blown back from his face. "She's the short one! With the maniacal grin!" He heard Nate's voice echo from behind him.
Piccolo clothes lined the nearest guard and stamped on his head, following the sound of frantic screaming. The galley was filled with people running back and forth, trying to find an exit or someplace to hide. Guards were beating down wave after wave of prisoners that rushed at them in steady flows, trampling some of their own. Piccolo searched frantically but couldn't see Negate anywhere. The ship rocked harshly, masses thrown into walls. Either the saiyajins had to break their way in, or the ship had just crash-landed on the planet.
A low boom rumbled under his feet and Piccolo covered his face with his arms as the shrapnel of masticated walls blew in. Vegeta stood in the hole, golden hair flowing and an evil cackle sent guards scurrying over everyone trying to get away. Grabbing the closest, Vegeta broke them into pieces with the flick of his wrist and stopped the others with small bursts of chi. Piccolo dove from the room, racing along the halls and met Gohan beating a guard --Piccolo remembered breaking his wrist-into the wall, the surface buckling under the pressure.
Piccolo ran, beating guards without merci and throwing them from his path as he began to search frantically for Negate. He remembered the first night, seeing the greasy guard as he kicked and beat at Negate without mercy. He saw the sickly man cowering in the darkness and grasped him by the neck, hauling up to full height. "You, where's the woman?"
The man croaked, trying to squirm out of Piccolo's grip. Piccolo shook him and the man gurgled. He set the guard on his feet held him against the wall with one hand against the man's chest. "I won't ask you again."
"You mean -00359? She's dead." The man began to laugh and Piccolo leaned heavily onto his arm and felt one of the man's ribs crack. He screamed and began to sob.
"Don't lie to me!" Piccolo fumed, he began to build a layer of energy in his palm. The man squirmed as the heat began to sear into his skin.
"I'm not I swear! I saw one of the guards beat her after releasing the prisoner's cuffs." Piccolo heaved on his weight and two more of the man's ribs splintered. He squealed. "I swear, I swear." The man sobbed. Piccolo spit on the floor and growled down at him, he let the chi go and the man's face drained of color as he slumped to the floor.