Vegeta Takes on the FEI .
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"Denotes Speech"
'Denotes thoughts'
Chapter 8
Krillin stuttered "I…it… it's… ..!"
The pale figure grinned down at the even shorter human.
"FRIIEEEEEZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Oh Kami help me. I don't wanna die… again." Krillin whimpered. Frieza was busy cleaning out one of his ears after the earthling's scream nearly caused his eardrums to explode.
"Well you don't have to announce it to the entire universe you know." Frieza grumbled, his tail lashing about in annoyance. The evil tyrant glanced around for a moment, looking thoughtful.
"I thought Vegeta was here too. Oh well, I'll hunt him down later. I'll deal with you pathetic weaklings first."
Everyone who was in earshot of the changeling's threat immediately vacated the stands in fear of their life. Only the Z-senshi was left facing the short white and purple patched demon.
"I don't get it. I thought he was supposed to be dead." Yamcha folded his arms with a pout on his face while addressing Goku. Goku on the other hand scratched his head in confusion.
"So did I…"
"Enough of your talk and get ready to face your demise!" Frieza hissed, as he tired of the talk. He had also been ignored and he really hated to be ignored. Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Goku, Juuhachigou, Gohan and the terrible two (aka Goten and Trunks) tensed up as they prepared to do battle with their old enemy.
Goten and Trunks bounced on the spot for a few seconds before facing Frieza.
"You're gonna be sorry that you ever messed with us!" Both chibi's pointed at the white tyrant with equally large grins. Frieza blinked, looking down at the demi-saiya-jin.
"Oh really?"
"Really!" Trunks turned to Goten, signaling for him to lean closer to the elder demi-saiyan. "Listen Goten, we're not going to fight him, we'll go and find my 'Tousan and get him to beat up that overgrown lizard." Goten giggled at the thought of Vegeta beating Frieza into a pulp and then roasting him over the barbeque.
"Alright Trunks, let's do it!" Goten pumped a fist into the air.
"Later, Lizard lips!" Trunks paused long enough to moon the evil Frieza before shooting off over the top of the stands. Enraged, Frieza lept over the top of the stands to follow the hell-sent demi-saiya-jin, intent on making the lavender haired boy pay for that insult.
Elsewhere, Vegeta was staring down at the Ginyu force, plus Nappa (Who was more than a little peeved after Vegeta killed him back when he lost to Kakarotto) who was staring at Firedance as if he were the main course.
Jeice stepped forward, pausing to poke the Anglo-Arab on the neck. He then glared at the short saiya-jin, revenge in mind for what happened last time they fought. The orange skinned fighter tossed back his mane of white hair before addressing the saiya-jin no Ouji.
"Vegeta! Long time no see, how are you, mate?" Jeice's voice was venomous toward the other warrior.
"Oh… Just fine and dandy. How the HELL did you get out of HFIL anyway? I'm pretty sure I blew you to sub-atomic pieces years ago."
Jeice twitched slightly at that comment "Don't remind me." He casually brushed at his thigh, a slight itch starting to form as he smirked at the rest of the Ginyu force. He brushed at his though again, though this time he felt a slippery substance. Slowly his eyes traveled down to inspect the spot, to find a large set of teeth casually gnawing on the orange flesh.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Jeice pulled the teeth away from his leg and took a deep breath to compose himself. The orange skinned man then ran circles around the rest of the Ginyu force until he took off over the horizon accompanied with horrified shrieks. Unfortunately for him a large 8 horse horsebox decided to hurtle around the corner just as Jeice was running across the road. Needless to say the dearly beloved member of the Ginyu force departed from the living world once again.
"Poor Jeice…" Ginyu commented.
" ROADKILL!" Trunks yelled, while performing a little dance in mid air, just as Frieza caught up with the terrible two. The pale tyrant stared over at the bloody spot on the road with a lifted eye ridge.
"'Tousan… This guy was hoping to try and beat you up. We lured him here so that you could prove him wrong!" Trunks boasted, along with Goten, who waved around flags with chibi Ouji heads on them. Vegeta sweatdropped at the youngest super saiya-jin and then looked over to the most hated creature of his past.
"Frieza."
"Vegeta. How nice to see you again. I believe we have some… unfinished business."
"You bet we do." Vegeta scoffed, dismounting Firedance in a fluid motion.
"You stupid saiyan. I'll destroy you just like I did last time!" Frieza lunged toward the equally short saiya-jin twisting his fist into the velvet collar of the navy show-jumping jacket. Vegeta felt the pressure on the delicate threads of his NEW show jacket. Veins started to pop up all over his forehead and down his neck, the short ouji began to shake. Of course, not in fear but of anger.
"WILL YOU GET YOUR GRUBBY MITTS OFF MY NEW JECKET BEFORE YOU MUTILATE IT!" Vegeta hollered. The entire Z- senshi were halted in their flight tracks as the miniature hurricane blew past them, leaving an echo bouncing off their skulls. They'd decided to follow Goten and Trunks seen as it was Frieza they were dealing with, whom they thought they'd defeated many years ago.
Frieza backed off slightly, firstly because of the sheer volume of Vegeta's voice and then because of the angry shade of red the short saiya-jin was turning. The white changeling slowly let go of the jacket fearing for his new life for a few moments.
A single golden button slipped from its last thread, tumbling down by the force of gravity exerted upon it. Time slowed down as the Z-senshi, Frieza, the remainder of the Ginyu force and Vegeta stared in horror at the disfigurement of the perfect show –jacket. Nappa was busy raiding a nearby garbage disposal unit in the hopes of finding something edible. Another figure had long ago snuck away from the group, and was now disguised as a groom.
Vegeta's short fuse had finally run out. An enormous blood vessel popped out on the right side of his forehead, threatening to burst due to the sudden increase of blood pressure around the short saiya-jin's body.
"I AM GOING TO DO MORE THAN KILL YOU FOR THAT!" The enraged Ouji screamed to the heavens. Frieza momentarily twitched, before becoming frozen in place. Vegeta dropped his head back accompanied by a monstrous roar. A pillar of golden light lit up the entire area with its intensity. Unfortunately, the remainder of the Ginyu force had strayed too close to the initial blast, they had instantly become toast. Well the remains closely resembled burnt-out charcoal… so very well-done toast.
"Now Frieza, you're gonna pay for EVERYTHING." Vegeta hissed.
"GASP!" Everyone's jaws hit the ground. Standing within a blazing aura was the Saiya-jin no Ouji, golden locks cascading down to his thighs that flickered within the breeze his Ki was generating. Vegeta, the Saiya-jin no Ouji had finally reached a new plateau of power, breaching the third level of a Super Saiya-jin.
Frieza shook like a dried leaf in a tornado. It was worse than when Goku had transformed into a Super Saiya-jin. The little monkey prince had transformed into something much more powerful and glowing.
Goku tilted his head, Goten blinked and Trunks pulled at his father's now extremely long hair.
"Wow Vegeta, you've reached level 3!" Goku chirped, while chewing on a hotdog that had landed on his face during the time the short saiya-jin had powered up.
"Kakarotto. Shut up." The short saiya-jin hissed, while turning toward the white lizard. "Now, you die." The long golden mane of hair flicked out to one side as the Ouji pointed at the tyrant. Frieza let out a high pitched squeal of fright, his ruby eyes wide like an albino dear caught in the headlights of a ten ton truck. A puddle of liquid soon formed at the changeling's feet that obviously reeked of urea. Several of the Z-senshi began to laugh at this situation.
From the Saiya-jin no Ouji's general direction, a huge blast of golden light engulfed the slithery white tyrant, burning away each layer of flesh until the bones were finally disintegrated. When the dust and smoke finally cleared, all that was left of Frieza was a smoking puddle of urine. The Z-senshi covered the lower half of their faces, fanning away the rancid fumes.
Trunks and Goten started to dance around the puddle shouting and laughing as Vegeta powered back down to normal. The ouji picked up the button that had been ripped off, staring at it for a second. A small grin worked it's onto his face, smoothing out the familiar scowl lines.
"WOOHOOO!" In a rare moment of pure joy, the Saiya-jin no Ouji lept several feet into the air, thrusting his fists into the air. He floated back down to the ground, once again composing himself with a series of coughs. Not only had he reached this new level of power, he'd killed Frieza alone….and! He grinned; he'd won the singles title for the entire three-day event.
Later…
"Well, this has been one of the most eventful days that have gone well for me in my life." The Short saiya-jin reclined in a leather armchair, sipping some orange juice. He was blissfully unaware of a large looming figure outside the window that was soaked to the bone. It had started raining a couple of hours ago, when the winner's ceremony was over.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Goten screamed, jumping into Trunk's arms, whom of which was staring at appoint just past Vegeta's hair in horror. The figure was very wet, and its hair clung to its body, making it seem more like a monster. Both chibi's quaked in fear as a random pink bolt of lightning struck the ground just behind the figure, causing all the lights to flicker off.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! MOOOOOOM!" Both children lept up, making a hole in the door in their hasty retreat. Vegeta lifted an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder at the window. Once he saw nothing there, he shrugged, going back to his orange juice.
"They must have gotten over –excited."
Elsewhere…
"I'll get you for that, Prince Vegeta. I'll teach you to value me as a Saiya-jin too." The wet figure said while staring at a window in particular, its tail lashing about in the bushes.
"Hahahahahahahaaaaa!"
End of Chapter 8
I am SOOOOOOOO Sorry I've taken so long with this chapter -slaps self-