Chapter six.

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Chapter six

Vegeta screamed as he powered up to maximum. The anger at not being able to reach Super Saiyan, pushed him a little bit further. He leapt into the air and started to train, firing Ki blasts at the training bots. He continued like this for about four hours. By that time, he had worked up a light sweat and was starting to feel peckish. He landed, did 10 000 press-ups, 10 000 sit-ups and 10 000 pull-ups to finish, and was about to change the gravity from 500xG to normal, when Bulma's face appeared on the com-screen. Vegeta glared angrily up at it, annoyed that his training had been interrupted. (He conveniently forgot that he was just about to finish anyway).

"What do you want Onna!" he barked out. He was about to say something scathing but the look on her face stopped him. She was pale, covered in sweat, and her eyes were blood shot. Her skin looked like paper and she had a panicked look in her eyes. He frowned. What could cause the normally composed woman to loose her cool like this?

"What's wrong?" Vegeta asked urgently. "You look ill."

"Well, I feel terrible, to be honest, but that's not the problem. You need to see this. There's something on the news that you need to see." Vegeta scanned her face intently. In her eyes he saw panic, and something close to terror. His eyes widened. It must be serious for Bulma to show fear.

"I'm on my way."

Vegeta entered the living room at something close to a run. He skidded to a halt and strode over to where Bulma was sitting on the couch. He stood behind her, and leaned over to stare intently at the television.

"I haven't missed it, have I?" He asked

"No, they're replaying it at regular intervals on all the channels. Look." Vegeta focused on the TV. There, on the screen, was the most hideous sight he had ever seen. Even in his years with Freiza, when he plundered and destroyed entire races, even when he had killed merely for the pleasure of the carnage, he had never seen anything as horrible as this. His stomach, hardened as it was, by the years of fighting and killing, convulsed and he had to stop himself from retching. In front of him were about two hundred bodies strewn all over the floor of a large hall. Each one was drained of blood, and their torsos ( and some heads) were ripped open- from the inside. It looked like something had drained them from the inside then ripped its way out. But the worst thing was that, apart from a few larger forms lying broken on the floor, the corpses were all children. The - thing- whatever it was, had attacked a primary school.

"What could do such a thing? And to children?" whispered Bulma. Vegeta looked away. He remembered his darkest days where he had killed women and children without remorse. But those days were over. He felt remorse for what he had done, and he felt disgust and revulsion at what he saw in front of him. He turned back to Bulma and saw tears of horror running down her face. He placed a hand, silently, on her shoulder. Vegeta turned to look, once more, at the television. The reporter was speaking.

"It looks like the attack occurred at around ten this morning. It is unknown what type of creature could have carried out such an attack. Whatever it is, we know it is most certainly not human……" Vegeta let the voice of the reporter fade out. It couldn't possibly be…. No…. it couldn't be one of Gero's androids could it? It was impossible- wasn't it? Vegeta focused his mind and let his Ki spread, he focused on all the largest Ki energys in the area. There was Kakarott, His son Gohan, The Namek. Vegeta went further, There was the little bald one- what's his name- Krillin? Vegeta went even further a-field. He could just about sense Tein and Chautzu. Of course, Yamcha was in the city, but he didn't bother thinking about him. He focused as hard as he possibly could. There- a little speck of wrongness that he could sense. He focused even harder. Sweat ran down his brow and he pushed himself to his limit so he could get the maximum possible lock on this strange Ki. He could definitely feel it now. It was small, but still strong, and was growing by the minute. He was ninety-nine percent sure that this Ki belonged to the creature that was responsible for the carnage on the television. His eyes narrowed as he made an immediate decision. He strode to the balcony windows and flung them open. He powered up and took off, leaving a bewildered and still rather unwell-looking Bulma behind him.

Vegeta flew through the air with only one thought in his mind- the strange Ki signature that had come to this planet. It was clearly a threat, and even though he didn't really give a damn as to what happened to the planet, he supposed that he at least needed a decent fight. And- though he would never admit it, he would probably care a little if the people on it were killed. After all, despite his loathing for the clown, Kakarott and his son were still the last of his people left alive, and as depressing as that sounded, he didn't particularly feel like being the only Saiyan left. That and the fact that he wanted to be the one to beat Kakarott. If he was killed before hand, then it would take all the fun out of becoming a Super Saiyan.

He now could sense the being very easily, without having to use any great amount of power. He could also sense smaller, far more insignificant Ki's being snuffed out. The creature was killing again.

As Vegeta flew on, he sensed familiar Ki energies that belonged to the rest of the Z fighters. He growled a Saiyan curse under his breath and rolled his eyes. Did those idiots always have to get involved? They were a pain in the arse. Several pains in the arse. He flew over several cities and zoomed past Korin's tower, atop of which, perched Kami's place. From out of a cloud, flew the rest of the Z fighters, Kakarott at their head. Behind him flew Krillin, Tien, Piccilo, Gohan and Yamcha. Vegeta's scowl deepened exponentially when he saw Yamcha. He knew everything was ok between that moron and Bulma, but he still hated the guy's guts. How dare he hurt his woman like that? His homicidal thoughts were abruptly cut off as the clown's irritating voice reached his ears.

"Hey, Vegeta. You feel it too?"

"Noooooooo, Kakarott, of course not. I just came for a mid-morning fly around the world." A flash of confusion crossed Goku's face as the harsh sarcasm flew right over his head.

"Of course I feel that energy, you fool! How stupid are you?"

"Well…." Vegeta rolled his eyes once more and sped on ahead so he didn't have to listen to Kakarott's idiotic ramblings.

Up ahead, he saw a small island that was not much more than a barren strip of rock, about three miles long and perhaps one mile wide. He could feel the strange Ki coming from a small outcrop of rock on it. Vegeta came level with it and hovered in the air momentarily before landing. He didn't glance at the rest of the Z fighters who landed beside him a moment later. He could sense the Ki directly in front of him, and from the determined, grim expressions on the others' faces, he could tell they could too.

The thing smiled, a toothless, wet grin, that puts one in mind of maggots in a piece of rotting fruit. It could sense more life forces. These were stronger than the rest, though. They might actually pose a decent challenge. It laughed its putrid laugh, and straightened up. It focused it's newly acquired energy and took off into the air. It saw the group of creatures that it supposed had come to try and destroy it. It lowered itself to the ground in front of them, and smiled. It already had its plan, to destroy every living thing in the universe, firmly planted in this planet. It was show time.

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