Vegita flew forward, kneeing Zarbon right in the face. He collapsed and fell to the ground. Vegita moved back and started breathing heavily, smirk evident on his face.

"What's the matter, Zarbon?" He panted. "Not quite up to my level of skill?"

"Not really," Zarbon didn't sound out of breath. "I'm far beyond it!"

Flipping to his feet, Zarbon began powering up, energy crackling around him. His body expanded and became taller, his mouth got longer and filled with razor sharp teeth. Muscles suddenly appeared where none had been before. The thing roared and charged at him. Vegita tried to dodge, but got clipped on the shoulder, the force of the blow making him lose control. Zarbon kicked him in the face and into a tree.

"What's the matter, Vegita?" Zarbon mocked, "You look a little tired!"

"What is this?" he gasped, getting to his feet.

"Oh nothing, just my real form." As Vegita gaped, Zarbon snickered, "Didn't expect that? Well, sorry. I do so love beauty, but oftentimes one must sacrifice for power. But I suppose to put an end to rebellious weaklings like you, I need to get a bit stronger. Do you have another form too? Oh wait, you're already ugly enough, you must be in your second form, huh?"

Gritting his teeth, Vegita ripped the tree out of the ground and swung it at Zarbon. The alien merely laughed and caught it. As Zarbon lifted the tree up into the air, Vegita felt himself rising higher with a sense of dread. Before he could let go of it, Zarbon brought the tree down and smashed him into the ground.

Angrily charging, Vegita attacked with all his might. Zarbon was flung back and fell to the ground. Vegita charged forward, but Zarbon's foot came up, getting him right in the chin. He fell, only to meet Zarbon's knee. When he landed, this time he couldn't get up.

Laughing, Zarbon moved back down to his more ordinary form. Grabbing Vegita's limp body and an unconscious Bulma, he walked over to his concealed ship.

Vegita suddenly awoke, just as he was tossed into a tube of a greenish liquid. A rejuvenation chamber? Why would Zarbon put him into a rejuvenation chamber? Then he saw a dial to the right of it as Zarbon touched it. At the moment, it was set on healing. However, Zarbon then moved it over to status. Suddenly Vegita felt the liquid tighten. He couldn't move an inch.

Seeing that he was fully trapped, Vegita started thinking. What had happened? Zarbon had suddenly gotten bigger and stronger, how had that happened? Vegita had been winning until he had transformed. The solution came as he remembered what he had learned long ago. Changlings could hide their true power with transformations. It helped them conserve energy or something like that. He knew that Frieza, and his father, were Changlings, but apparently Zarbon was one, too. That was unexpected, as was the power he had. If only he had had more time to test out his new power! If he had reached the next level, Zarbon would have been nothing.

But now what was going to happen? Vegita realized that Frieza was on the planet, he felt his ki at another location. Not Frieza! Vegita's eyes widened, even in the status field. Frieza had hired the saiyans to help him in his business. Mainly, to wipe out planets and sell them to the highest bidder. But Vegita had always been told that Frieza feared a Super Saiyan would come, and that he had destroyed the entire planet. There had only been a few saiyans left alive, now only he and Kakkarrot were left. But something didn't seem right about that story, why didn't they let him go back and see the remains of the planet? For the whole time after the destruction of Planet Vegita, they had never allowed him to return. There had to be a scheme somewhere. And now Frieza was coming. This was going to be painful, and it was going to end in his death, unless he could do something...

He couldn't. If he had been in better shape, he could have broken the tube and gotten out, status field or no, but after that beat down, he wasn't feeling like bending steel, much less that. Now he was in very deep trouble. Another thought entered his mind. What had happened to the woman? Once he actually looked, Vegita saw her quickly. She was sitting, bound by ropes, across the ship. Zarbon was no where to be seen.

There was a slight sawing sound. Vegita watched as a mini-buzz saw moved from Bulma's hand to cut through the ropes. They looked at each other for what seemed to be an eternity, then Bulma moved over to the tank and turned the dial back to healing. Vegita managed a smile. At least she was smart. Now if only Zarbon didn't come in here until he was healed, Vegita could recover with more power than ever before. He concentrated on recovery.

Goku finished with 80G training, but now he was bored. And that was a bad thing, because he started thinking about Chi-chi and what had happened. He collapsed down onto the floor, barely able to move, but not because of the gravity. Before, he had always ignored the obvious, submerging himself in a false sense of happiness. But now, that seemed childish, so much like the lie he knew it was. Unsheltered, he took the full brunt of the pain.

"Why?" he gasped out to no one, "Why?"

Shaking his head, he reordered his thoughts. No, he couldn't think about that. If he thought about that, he would break up and be worthless. It was a futile effort. Anger filled him; why did this have to happen? Leaping up, he decided to solve his problems for now in the one way he knew.

Running over to the computer, he moved to the keypad. He entered 200G in it. The force almost crushed him to the ground, but he moved up again. Gaining his footing he started bouncing around the room at full speed crashing into the walls. This was going to kill him if he didn't watch out, but Goku didn't care. All he wanted to do was bury his emotions in the training. Conscious thought ceased.

Vegita felt better now. A few more minutes and it would be like this never happened. Except for the large power increase, plus even more potential he could unlock. Bulma was still sitting there, watching him. Vegita thought that maybe it would be acceptable to have some allies that were not warriors, as they couldn't hurt him. They'd had a lot of time to look at each other in the past time, and he'd been doing some thinking.

Just then Zarbon came rushing in, having somehow sensed something. He took in the situation in a heartbeat, then moved on Bulma. Vegita decided that it was time to act. Pushing his power out, he shattered the glass surrounding him. Flying forward, he landed a kick on Zarbon's head. Zarbon went blasting out of the side of the ship, and Vegita followed, kicking him in the chest and to the ground.

Getting up, Zarbon transformed again into his next form. Rushing at Vegita, they began fighting at close quarters. Snarling, Zarbon backed up and shot out a giant beam of power at him. Vegita launched his own. The beams battled back and forth, but Vegita's began to inch back toward him.

"You are still no match for me!" Zarbon laughed evilly. Vegita just smiled.

"I learned to hide my power on Earth!" Vegita laughed back at him. He powered up.

"150,000? No! That's impossible!" Zarbon looked mortified.

Vegita chuckled as his beam blasted back at Zarbon and knocked him to the ground. Vegita zipped forward and checked his pulse. There wasn't one. He smiled, but then remembered that Frieza was coming. Cursing, he realized he needed to get out of here fast. Flying back to the ship long enough to pick up Bulma and some proper armor, Vegita vacated the premises as quickly as possible.

A few hours later, the royal car of Frieza's touched down in the area. When he exited from the car, the effect was far from stunning. He was fairly small, around five feet tall. Small saiyan armor surrounded him, and his head had two large spikes that protruded from either side of the back. Zarbon had said that he had one of the saiyans, but hadn't killed him yet. Frieza really wanted to question him and had come as soon as he possibly could. There was a chance he had seen through the lie.

But when he looked around, he saw a giant hole in the side of Zarbon's ship. Zarbon was dead on the ground, and Dodoria lay a short distance away. Frieza cursed.

"Weaklings, why do I use them?" Pulling a communicator from his belt, he pressed the button.

"What is it, oh great Frieza?"

"Shut up and get your Ginyu Force over here. Now. We have a serious problem on our hands."

"Whatever you say, oh great one!"

"Out."

Frieza shook his head. Bah, weaklings. His goal was immortality. If Captain Ginyu got his hands on the Dragonballs, he'd probably wish to be the best dancer in the world or something. They were stupid, but the Ginyu Force had yet to lose a fight. Of course, they hadn't fought him.

Yajirobe got up to see Yamcha staring at him.

"You're finally up. We need to get moving. Everyone else has already recovered and are finding the Dragonballs already. Hurry!"

Yajirobe followed him as fast as he could waddle. It took a few hours, but they finally got to where the others were.

"Have any problems?" Yamcha asked.

"The Nameks in the third village gave us some trouble. We cut them down," Gohan replied.

"Yeah, we have four of them now. We just need to go back to our stash," Tien added

They all moved together, Gohan led them through some trees. Two hills became visible in front of them.

"It's just right between those hills," Gohan explained. They moved there, sure enough, there were three Dragonballs already there. Gohan dropped the fourth with the others. Suddenly everyone heard a voice laughing behind them, everyone whirled around.

The Ginyu Force stood there, spanning the gap between the hills. As soon as they were noticed, the entire Force assumed strange poses and yelled. This was enough to make Krillin laugh. Faster then anyone could see, the large blue one punched him full in the face. Krillin hit the hill, unconscious. The blue guy rushed back and continued standing on one foot.

"We are the Ginyu Force. The strongest warriors in the galaxy. We have never lost a fight. Ever." The middle one said this, polishing one of the two spikes on his head. They were all wearing saiyan armor, but theirs' were black-colored. The middle one had purple skin and the same insignia they all had, an arch on a brown circle.

"I am Captain Ginyu, leader of the Force," he continued, then waved to the others theatrically, "and these are:"

"Burter," the big blue one announced. His red eyes glowed with an unnatural light.

"Jiece," a red skinned one with a huge head of white hair said.

"Recoome," a giant, hulking alien mumbled. He was bald except for a giant orange colored mohawk.

"Guldo," the shortest, fat one finished, sickly green skin wrinkling.

"And be prepared to meet your maker!"

They again assumed their poses. Gohan dropped into a fighting position. Recoome laughed at him.

"Let me take the little one!"

"No, I want to!" Jiece whined.

"Wait, wait everyone, don't argue" Captain Ginyu yelled. "Let's solve this in the civilized manner all people do. Fight for it."

"I have a better idea," Burter said. "Let's do paper-rock-scissors. I do so love paper rock scissors!"

"That's a great idea," Captain Ginyu agreed. "Let's all do the 'Dance of Agreement'!"

"Yay!" Burter waved his arms and bounced in excitement.

They all started jumping into the air, as one by one the warrior's jaw's dropped.

"What?" Captain Ginyu turned to face them, everyone was staring at him. "Is there something on my face or something?"

"You guys are complete idiots. Especially this dance and strange colors thing. You disgust me," Gohan spat at them. "Fight like men."

The Ginyu Force turned on them and they all sprung into action. Whether they were angered by Gohan's comment or by the interruption, it wasn't clear. Burter moved so fast, he had made ten circles around them before they could drop into a fighting stance. Jiece's acrobatic flips left them all dizzy and confused. Guldo held his breath and time froze for everyone else as he had an open season on the warriors. When he couldn't hold his breath any longer, all the warriors could move and charged Recoome. He laughed as they mobbed him with ineffective blows.

In a matter of seconds, they were all on the ground again, beaten.

"And now," Captain Ginyu said evilly, pausing an ominous second, "Let's do the 'Dance of Victory'!"

"Yay!" the rest cried. They began twirling around.

Vegita dropped Bulma off by a hill. It was unfortunate they'd had to stop, but he felt something here. Wiping the large smirk off his face, he moved toward the battle. To his surprise, he saw the Ginyu Force there, performing another of their dances. Once he had found them intimidating and funny, but now that he had some intelligence about him, he saw them as weak and stupid.

Leaping forward, he slugged Captain Ginyu right across the face. Roaring, the Captain leaped up again and looked at him.

"Who are you?"

"I am Prince Vegita! I am the mightiest saiyan ever to walk the universe!"

"Oh yeah, another one of you guys. Oh well, whaddya want?"

"I'll kill you all for being in league with Frieza! Next time he thinks about destroying my planet, he'll be doing so in the Afterlife!"

"What?" Jeice cocked his head. "What are you-"

"Zip it," Captain Ginyu hissed. "Remember?"

"Ohhhhh," Jiece winked obviously at him. "Right."

"Pay attention to me!" Vegita growled.

Captain Ginyu yawned. Snarling, Vegita leaped forward. But this time Captain Ginyu was ready, he dodged to the side, grabbed Vegita's arm and flipped him to the ground. Vegita got up and kicked him in the face, but Captain Ginyu's head barely jerked back before he shot two eyes beams that plowed Vegita into a hill. He followed up quickly, hitting him hard, doubling him over. Vegita attacked, knocking Captain Ginyu back, but he returned and knocked him into the ground.

"Now, where were we?" Captain Ginyu asked, turning back to the group.

"Shouldn't we kill all those guys we just beat?" Jiece asked. The others looked at him in astonishment.

"You're really smart," Recoome said.

"Right, then we can get back to our dance," Captain Ginyu agreed.

Suddenly an object streaked across the sky, distracting them from their purpose. It landed and was revealed to be a spaceship, the hatch opened and a figure stepped out, momentarily clothed in the hydraulic mists that floated from the ship. The Ginyu Force circled around the entrance and waited for whoever it was.

Goku stepped out, and into the middle of the Ginyu Force.

Frieza had finally located what he was looking for, the holder of the Dragonballs. Guru was the creator of the Dragonballs, and thus the only person on the planet who could unravel the Namek Dragonballs and stop him from completing his quest for immortality. Now he was flying toward Guru's house, where he would kill him, then start his base of operations. He had heard there was also a Dragonball there, which he intended to pick up.

The house came into view, Frieza landed in front of it. Suddenly a Namek flew out of the house. This couldn't be Guru, this one was younger and slimmer and also stronger. He wore a plain purple gi with a blue sash. Simple Namekiian clothing.

"Who are you?" they both asked the question at the same time. Frieza answered first.

"I am Frieza, soon to be the Immortal Master of the Galaxy!"

"I am Nail. I serve Guru."

"So you're going to try and protect him and keep me from becoming immortal?" Frieza laughed.

"I have to try. If I didn't, my life would mean nothing. I may fail, but I must try."

Annoyed at this display of loyalty, Frieza dropped into a fighting position. With as speed that caught Frieza completely off guard, Nail struck him on the side of his head. Frieza's head whipped around, and he hovered there a second, then turned back toward him, chuckling. His face held no signs of taking a hit.

Nail darted forward, slamming hundreds of blows on him as fast as possible. They did nothing. Frieza laughed and backhanded him off. He flew forward, but Frieza grabbed his arm and hurled him into the ground. The Namek got up faster than Frieza had anticipated and hit him in the back; again, no effect.

Nail flew at him again, this time zipping around him and back-kicking him. Frieza whirled and slammed him down. Nail bounced off the house roof and fired a giant beam. It hit Frieza dead on, but did little damage. Frieza laughed and began to gather ki.

"Death Ball!"

The ki ball sped toward Nail, who took it in the stomach and crashed through the roof. Frieza followed up. Inside, Guru sat on his throne. Nail was sprawled against a wall, undoubtably dead. No one could survive Frieza's Death Ball. A Dragonball rested on a pedestal in front of Guru. The giant-sized Namek shifted in his white robe and purple jacket, his eyes rolling up to meet Frieza's.

"So you are here," Guru said calmly, looking at him.

"Yes, I am, you worthless Namek."

"You are like all the rest," Guru said softly. "You'll never survive. You live by power alone, never letting anything get to you. Never feeling normal emotions. In the times to come, even the strongest need allies. People like you have one fate ahead of them. Unless you are the Legendary One, there is always some force stronger than you. Someday you'll meet your better, Frieza. And you'll make yourself their enemy, Frieza, and you won't have any allies to help you. You'll die, Frieza."

"Stop it!" Frieza shrieked. The old Namek's words were disturbing him greatly. His mind seemed to echo with them a few instants after they faded from the air. Something about them seemed to ring true, and he hated it.

Guru did not stop, he stood up. For the first time in years, the enormous Namek got to his feet.

"You will die, Frieza, because of the hate within you! You'll die the same way so many others have died, betrayed!"

The Namek collapsed into his chair, exhausted.

"Shut up!" Frieza launched energy from his fingers, blowing away the Eldest Namek. A second before dying, the aged Namek smiled a soft smile and then was vaporized. The Dragonball on the pedestal suddenly flashed, the star spluttered and winked out. The entire ball turned to stone, Frieza grabbed it and gazed at it, horrified.

"You really are a fool, aren't you?" Nail's voice whispered from the corner of the room.

"I'll kill you!" Frieza roared.

"You can't," Nail said even more faintly, "I am beyond your reach."

With that, he died. Frieza blasted his carcase to bits, to fragments, to vapor, but nothing could stop the words from repeating in his mind. The Dragonball slipped from his fingers and shattered on the floor. They had tricked him. The Dragonballs were useless. By dying, the elderly Namek had also ruined the Dragonballs. Frieza cursed his own stupidity. Guru's voice floated after him, attacking his mind.

Grabbing his head, Frieza, most powerful being in the galaxy, destroyer of worlds, ran and fled.