"Where do you suppose we begin?" Yamcha asked with his spirits dropping.
"I don't know. If those Souyuns or sayan or whatever are coming back, I don't know if there is much we can do." Krillen assumed.
"There has to be something we are missing. This can't be the end. It just can't be." Tien insisted.
"Face it guys. This is the end. Those creatures from space are going to come, and their going to destroy us all." Yamcha stated.
"This can't be happening...Goku why did you have to fail? We need you." Krillen wondered, looking up at the sky.
"I suppose we should go back to the Kame house. If this is it, we should be with our family and friends." Tien proposed.
The four hopeless warriors rose from their feet and bid Korin good-bye. They flew in silence all the way to the pink house residing on the small desolate island. They were greeted by the others; Bulma, Chichi, Master Roshi, Ox King, and Turtle.
"So? What's up? What's going on?" Bulma asked bluntly.
She frowned at the look of the four depressed faces.
"What's going to happen to us?" She asked again.
"There's nothing we can do. They will come, we will fight, but there is no way we can defeat them all." Krillen explained.
"No...there has to be someway..." Chichi trailed off. "What about Gohan? What happened to him?"
Krillen gulped and stared at the ground intently.
"Radditz...he took Gohan back into space with him. There's no telling where he is, or what they are doing to him." Krillen informed.
Chichi collapsed to her knees. Ox King rushed to her side and she cried in his lap.
"So this is it. This is the end of Earth." Bulma commented.
"I wish there was something we could do, something we a re missing. But, there's not." Yamcha said.
"Come on! Put some effort into it! It is a mere rock!! Surely you have the strength to break that!?" Vegeta yelled.
Gohan stared wide-eyed and watery up at the man who was screaming at him.
"Go on! Punch it! Kick it! Do something besides staring at me!"
Gohan glanced to the rock, then back at Vegeta.
"Yes that's right! That rock right there! Destroy the blasted thing already!" Vegeta grew louder, more frustrated.
The air-whooshing sound of a door opening sounded from behind Vegeta. A young woman stepped gracefully into the training room. Her hair was black and cut short. She wore light red and faded yellow armor along with white boots and gloves. She was smiling softly as she walked up to Vegeta.
"Now now Vegeta. He is but a child. Go easy on him. You must teach him before you test him." The woman said.
"I know how to train someone Illiyria (Ill-leer-ey-ah)." Vegeta snapped.
"Yes and your doing a good job too. He'll be beating up Nappa before night fall." Illiyria teased.
Vegeta grew tense and Illiyria circled him.
"Why are you here?" Vegeta asked.
"Frieza feels you are not doing well enough. I've been ordered to assist in the boys' training." Illiyria answered.
Vegeta pouted as Illiyria knelt down beside Gohan.
"Hello there. My name is Illiyria. What's yours?"
"Gohan."
"Gohan. Well Gohan, sorry if Vegeta here has been scaring you. I'll make sure he never scares you again."
"I wasn't scared." Gohan lied.
"Oh you weren't huh?" Illiyria looked back at Vegeta. "There really is Saiyan blood in your veins"
"What's a Saiyan?"
"A Saiyan is a grand race of warriors, with unspeakable powers. You can become as strong as a Saiyan if you want."
"But why? Why do I need to be strong?"
"So...you can...protect yourself from the bad people."
Later that evening Illiyria sat down beside Vegeta, who was sitting alone in the hangout. Vegeta looked up at her.
"Earlier...how did you do that? You got him to start to trust you. He listened to you. Someone would start to wonder if you were a human mother." Vegeta interrogated.
Illiyria smiled and laughed.
"You have to use your soft side. Otherwise, the boy will think you are going to hurt him."
"Soft side? We are warriors! We are not to be soft!" Vegeta bickered.
"Of course you think that Vegeta. Believe it or not, you can be a good fighter and still have a softer side."
"Pht!" Vegeta snorted. "That theory is the one reason why you will never make it to the top."
"Yes, and I can see you beating up Frieza with one hand."
"Don't mock me woman!" Vegeta yelled.
"Don't call me woman, I have a name you know, at lest you SHOULD know it by now. But I guess I can't expect too much from you, now can I?" Illiyria snickered.
Vegeta pouted and stomped from the room.
"Teh. What a cry baby..." Illiyria trailed off.
Back on earth, a vast lush field was interrupted when something like a meteor crashed into it. The crater seemed a mile long, and trees and grass were no where in sight. An old farmer walked up to the crater and peeked in. The meteor was some kind of strange, white ball. A man in armor stepped out of it as it opened. The man was tall and slim, but still with an excellent build. He had deep black hair, cut short at his shoulders. A scar gashed the right side of his face, cutting over the eye. A green scouter shielded his left eye from view. The man turned his head to face the old man above him. His scouter beeped and the results made the man smile evilly.
"Okay, bring in the rest." The man said to his scouter.
"Confirmed. Pod numbers 387 through 463 are landing in approximately 2 minutes and seven teen seconds." A voice answered back.
"I don't know. If those Souyuns or sayan or whatever are coming back, I don't know if there is much we can do." Krillen assumed.
"There has to be something we are missing. This can't be the end. It just can't be." Tien insisted.
"Face it guys. This is the end. Those creatures from space are going to come, and their going to destroy us all." Yamcha stated.
"This can't be happening...Goku why did you have to fail? We need you." Krillen wondered, looking up at the sky.
"I suppose we should go back to the Kame house. If this is it, we should be with our family and friends." Tien proposed.
The four hopeless warriors rose from their feet and bid Korin good-bye. They flew in silence all the way to the pink house residing on the small desolate island. They were greeted by the others; Bulma, Chichi, Master Roshi, Ox King, and Turtle.
"So? What's up? What's going on?" Bulma asked bluntly.
She frowned at the look of the four depressed faces.
"What's going to happen to us?" She asked again.
"There's nothing we can do. They will come, we will fight, but there is no way we can defeat them all." Krillen explained.
"No...there has to be someway..." Chichi trailed off. "What about Gohan? What happened to him?"
Krillen gulped and stared at the ground intently.
"Radditz...he took Gohan back into space with him. There's no telling where he is, or what they are doing to him." Krillen informed.
Chichi collapsed to her knees. Ox King rushed to her side and she cried in his lap.
"So this is it. This is the end of Earth." Bulma commented.
"I wish there was something we could do, something we a re missing. But, there's not." Yamcha said.
"Come on! Put some effort into it! It is a mere rock!! Surely you have the strength to break that!?" Vegeta yelled.
Gohan stared wide-eyed and watery up at the man who was screaming at him.
"Go on! Punch it! Kick it! Do something besides staring at me!"
Gohan glanced to the rock, then back at Vegeta.
"Yes that's right! That rock right there! Destroy the blasted thing already!" Vegeta grew louder, more frustrated.
The air-whooshing sound of a door opening sounded from behind Vegeta. A young woman stepped gracefully into the training room. Her hair was black and cut short. She wore light red and faded yellow armor along with white boots and gloves. She was smiling softly as she walked up to Vegeta.
"Now now Vegeta. He is but a child. Go easy on him. You must teach him before you test him." The woman said.
"I know how to train someone Illiyria (Ill-leer-ey-ah)." Vegeta snapped.
"Yes and your doing a good job too. He'll be beating up Nappa before night fall." Illiyria teased.
Vegeta grew tense and Illiyria circled him.
"Why are you here?" Vegeta asked.
"Frieza feels you are not doing well enough. I've been ordered to assist in the boys' training." Illiyria answered.
Vegeta pouted as Illiyria knelt down beside Gohan.
"Hello there. My name is Illiyria. What's yours?"
"Gohan."
"Gohan. Well Gohan, sorry if Vegeta here has been scaring you. I'll make sure he never scares you again."
"I wasn't scared." Gohan lied.
"Oh you weren't huh?" Illiyria looked back at Vegeta. "There really is Saiyan blood in your veins"
"What's a Saiyan?"
"A Saiyan is a grand race of warriors, with unspeakable powers. You can become as strong as a Saiyan if you want."
"But why? Why do I need to be strong?"
"So...you can...protect yourself from the bad people."
Later that evening Illiyria sat down beside Vegeta, who was sitting alone in the hangout. Vegeta looked up at her.
"Earlier...how did you do that? You got him to start to trust you. He listened to you. Someone would start to wonder if you were a human mother." Vegeta interrogated.
Illiyria smiled and laughed.
"You have to use your soft side. Otherwise, the boy will think you are going to hurt him."
"Soft side? We are warriors! We are not to be soft!" Vegeta bickered.
"Of course you think that Vegeta. Believe it or not, you can be a good fighter and still have a softer side."
"Pht!" Vegeta snorted. "That theory is the one reason why you will never make it to the top."
"Yes, and I can see you beating up Frieza with one hand."
"Don't mock me woman!" Vegeta yelled.
"Don't call me woman, I have a name you know, at lest you SHOULD know it by now. But I guess I can't expect too much from you, now can I?" Illiyria snickered.
Vegeta pouted and stomped from the room.
"Teh. What a cry baby..." Illiyria trailed off.
Back on earth, a vast lush field was interrupted when something like a meteor crashed into it. The crater seemed a mile long, and trees and grass were no where in sight. An old farmer walked up to the crater and peeked in. The meteor was some kind of strange, white ball. A man in armor stepped out of it as it opened. The man was tall and slim, but still with an excellent build. He had deep black hair, cut short at his shoulders. A scar gashed the right side of his face, cutting over the eye. A green scouter shielded his left eye from view. The man turned his head to face the old man above him. His scouter beeped and the results made the man smile evilly.
"Okay, bring in the rest." The man said to his scouter.
"Confirmed. Pod numbers 387 through 463 are landing in approximately 2 minutes and seven teen seconds." A voice answered back.