Chapter 15 – Time Prowler
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Turlus looked at the pink watch that had been once again attached to his wrist after having it's stabiliser removed, and then looked at the round device that Bulma was offering him.
"Are you sure that thing's safe?" Turlus asked.
"As far as I can tell, yes." Bulma said. Turlus took a deep breath, and accepted the device. It was a modified Dragon-radar, but instead of tracing the draconian radiation the balls emitted, they homed in on fields of temporal displacement that surrounded any person removed from his own timeline. Bulma had even modified it with spare components from the watches so that it tracked through time as well as space.
Turlus moved his thumb over the radar's button and held it there dramatically. "Here goes nothin'" he said, and thumbed it. The radar bleeped as it activated, and several dots appeared. "Hey, it's worked. Now, how do I teleport there?"
"Connect the watch up to the radar and click the red watch button." Bulma explained, handing Turlus a cable which connected to specially-built ports on both pieces of hardware.
"And how do I get back?" Turlus asked.
"There's a second black button on the watches. It used to be the 'mode' button, but now it's your return switch. It's calibrated to Trunks' time machine, and will teleport you back here."
"And… the others?" Turlus asked.
"Here," Bulma tossed a small satchel to Turlus.
"What's these?" the Saiyan asked peering in. Several small broaches looked back at him.
"Anybody wearing one of those will go through time with you," explained Tomatta. "They're the same as the watches, except without the timer and a receiver instead of a button."
"And the red button on my watch is the transmitter?"
"Bingo!" Bulma said. "Now quit standing there and go get my husband!"
"And my dad!" Goten shouted.
"Alright, alright. Now… what do I get paid again…?"
"You get to live," Bulma said, smiling politely. Turlus swallowed hard.
"Sounds good to me. So I just press the button, right?"
"Right."
"Got it." Turlus pressed the button. "Oh wait, how do I choo..."
He vanished.
A blue flash dumped Turlus onto a muddy field. Picking himself up, the Saiyan warrior shook the stars from his eyes and looked around. The place looked primitive. The buildings were old-looking and the technology appeared crude.
"Earthlings…" Turlus muttered to himself. A bleep from the radar made him look down; two blips were flashing red. "Two of them? In one go? Damn I'm good!" Turlus followed the direction the Radar was indicating and he turned a corner. In front of him was a large crowd, and at the centre there was what appeared to be a large pile of wood with two posts erected in the middle. The crowd was braying and cheering, waving pitchforks into the air and jeering at something that was happening at the front. Turlus looked around to see if anybody was watching, and floated up into the air.
Three figures were at the centre of the throng, and were obviously the crowd's attention. One was shouting, but Turlus couldn't make out what was being said. Something caught Turlus' eye, and he squinted down at the figures; their profiles were strikingly familiar, especially the hair. He checked the radar, and without a doubt, these were the two he was looking for. But… what was going on? Turlus floated closer to listen in.
"..have captured these evil minions of the devil! We must cleans them by holy fire!" the third figure was shouting.
"Oh, sure, cleanse us, you prat!" the smaller one said.
"Vegeta!" Turlus cried out in shock.
"Hey, Vegie, what's so holy about fire? Sure it's pretty, but y'know, I wouldn't worship it or anything."
"Kakkarot!"
"Obviously these primitives have deified the magical hot stuff because they are too stupid to comprehend what it is."
"Silence you fiends!" the third figure shouted.
"Or you'll what!" Vegeta cried.
"Or I'll inflict great harm upon you!"
"Greater than being burned alive, you mean?"
"Uh…"
"Hah! Keep your petty little views to yourself, worm!" Vegeta scoffed and turned his back on the man.
"I'm sorry about my friend. He can be a real grumpygoose if he doesn't have his coffee in the morning."
"Kakkarot, hold your mouth!" Vegeta screamed.
"See?"
"I'm grumpy because I'm about to be set on fire, you fool!"
"Enough, both of you, or I shall splash thee with holy water!"
"Oh, great, ruin my clothes before we die why don't you!"
"That's it!"
"What the…hey! Stop that! This shirt is dry-clean only! Get off me you… you… Earthling!"
"Heh heh heh, Vegie's getting wet."
"Stop calling me that you ignoramus!"
"Huh?"
"Argh!"
"Now Vegeta, remember what Bulma said about gnashing your teeth."
"I'll gnash you if you don't shut your mouth, Kakkarot!"
"Lash them to the stake!"
"Get your hands off me, weakling!"
"Hey, quit shoving!"
Turlus watched with interest as the pair were tied up to the posts whilst the third man took a lighted brand from a near-by guard.
"The cleansing fire shall pass through your bodies, eating away all the evil within your hearts!"
"It'll take more than hat to clean Vegie's heart!" Goku laughed.
"Will you shut up!" Vegeta snarled. "And stop calling me "Vegie"!"
"Sure, 'Geta."
"And no more 'Geta' either!"
"Well… what should I call you then?"
"How's about Prince Vegeta for once?"
"A prince! A prince of hell we have caught!" the man shouted.
"You'll wish you were in hell when I'm through with you, buster!" Vegeta shouted. And with that, the figure lit the kindling that surrounded them.
"Oooh, this is nice," Goku said. Vegeta looked sideways at the other Saiyan and glared.
"This is all your fault, idiot."
"What? No it's not!"
"Yes it is! You dragged us all into this mess!"
"… Vegeta, you're crazy."
"I am not crazy you imbred piece of trash! Now untie me this instant!"
"But Vegeta…"
"No buts! Do it, do it now!"
Turlus watched the pair argue from afar, Vegeta's head snapping back and forward as his angrew grew and grew until it was rage. Goku's face was going red with anger also, and soon the pair of them were yelling and screaming at each other. They were also quite oblivious to the flames that were roaring all around them. Some of the crowd were booing at the apparent lack of cries of pain. Some of them even started throwing things at the burning stakes. The lacks of screams of pain, and the loud shouts of anger, were making the crowd anxious and fidgety. And when the two demons burst into a pair of golden torches and floated in the air, arguing with each-other nose to nose, the entire mob fled in panic.
"I'll show you who's Prince Pineapple Head!" Vegeta roared and floated back.
"And I'll teach you not to call me a clown shoe!" Goku cried back.
The pair of them charged energy into their hands and started hurling them. A huge explosion ripped across the town square sending wood splinters and shards of stone everywhere. When the smoke cleared Goku and Vegeta were flailing away at each other like a pair of school-yard children. Not wasting any time, Turlus swooped in quickly and slapped a tag onto each of the combatants.
"Hey!"
"What the…"
Turlus didn't bother to answer. He simply pressed the red button, and all three of them vanished again.
The trio re-appeared. Turlus looked around at what was recognisably a dessert. He could tell it was a dessert because there was a lot of sand. And he had landed in camel shit.
"Typical…" Turlus sighed as he scraped the stuff from his boot with the only thing he could find.
"Hey!" Goku complained, swiping his crud-encrusted boot back from Turlus.
"Where are we now, Kakoclone?" Vegeta asked, pushing forward up a sand dune.
"A dessert." Turlus answered.
"Desert!" Goku asked, his face lighting up.
"No, not a desert. A dessert! A hot sandy place!" Vegeta snapped. He sighed and let his body power down out of super saiyan.
"Sand? In a desert? That doesn't sound very nice."
"…Kakarot…"
"Yes Vegeta?"
"Shut up."
"Yes, Vegeta."
Vegeta was about to say something, when something suddenly occurred to him.
"Turlus, what are you doing here? I mean, what are we doing here? One minute we were there, and the next minute we're here. Why are we here and not there? Come to think about it, why were we there in the first place?"
Turlus' head twitched as he tried to comprehend all the answers at once. "Gyurk." Was all he managed to say. Vegeta watched with a bemused expression as the Saiyan toppled over and rolled down the sand dune.
"I think you just broke him," Goku said, watching the tumbling Turlus.
"Oh good!" Vegeta cackled.
After Turlus picked himself up and flew back to the others, the three followed the blip on the Dragon Radar until they came to a large city. Spices floated up on the breeze to where the three Saiyans were flying, and Goku couldn't help but salivate.
"Kakarot! Watch what you're doing! You're dribbling all over me you fool!" Vegeta hissed angrily.
"Sorry Vegeta," Goku replied, wiping his mouth on his arm. "But it smells so good, y'know?"
"Look, if you're really good, I'll let you have some of whatever they're cooking."
"Ooooh, do you promise!" Goku cried with glee.
"Yes," Vegeta lied.
"Hooray!" Goku cried, corkscrewing through the air.
"Kakarot! Pull yourself together and let's get this Saiyan!" Vegeta snapped.
"Sorry 'Geta."
"AND STOP CALLING ME THAT!"
The three flew on, high over the head of the oblivious city's inhabitants, and soon they found themselves floating outside one of the towers of a mighty golden palace.
"He's in there," Turlus said, gesturing to the walls.
"Who do you reckon it is?" Goku asked, scratching his head.
"It could only be one of four people. Trunks, Brolli, Raditz or Nappa," Turlus said. "Well, there's only one way to find out for sure." Holding out his hand, he let a red and black kai charge rip apart the tower wall. Mortar and debris flew apart around them, crashing down to the ground where the screams of the people rose up.
"Who blew up my wall!" a deep voice bellowed.
"Hello, Nappa!" Goku said cheerfully.
"… Kakarot!"
"Yup!"
"What are you doing here!"
"Getting rescued," Turlus interrupted. Nappa turned to look at the Kakoclone when he felt something attach itself to his chest. "Ow hey, what's thi-" he said, before vanishing with a blue flash along with all the others. At that moments, guards flew in through the door, followed by the Grand Vizier and the Sultan
"What happened! Where is the prisoner!" the Vizier cried, grabbing the nearest guard.
"He must have escaped, my Lord!" the Guard said.
"Yes, I suppose he just blew a hole in the wall and flew away…"
"Well his breath was rather horrendous, my Lord…"
The Grand Vizier dropped the guard, and the Sultan waddled into the room.
"Oh poo," he said, looking a little saddened. "And I was so looking forward to another story of the warrior's battles with Frieza."
The quartet arrived, landing heavily on a tarmac surface. They lay there dazed for a moment, until a beligerant voice bellowed: "NAPPA! GET YOUR OVERSIZED ARSE OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE I GIVE YOU A FINAL FLASH ENIMA!" The Saiyan pile dispersed quickly allowing Vegeta to pick himself off the ground. The Saiyan prince looked around for something to take away the taste of Nappa-butt out of his mouth, but couldn't find anything. He sighed, and as soon as he drew ina lungful of air, he began to choke.
"Vegeta, what's wrong 'lil buddy?"
"Air… stinking… eurgh… DON'T CALL… ME…. THAT!" Vegeta cried, going red in the face with the effort.
"Gee, Sorry." Goku said, then sniffed the air. "Ew, that is gross. What is it?"
They all turned around and glared at Nappa.
"Hey, it wasn't me! Honest!" the larger Siayan cried, holding his hands up defensively. "I take great pride in my bodily odours. If that had been me, I'd be bragging about it."
"That's true…" Turlus muttered. "Now let's get out of here as soon as we can and leave that stench behind us."
The group agreed, and they powered up and flew off. As they looked down, an orange haze covered the street, and it seemed to flow like fog.
"I know what that is! I know what that is!" Goku cried excitedly. Everybody stopped and looked at him with a slight smile, waiting for the idiotic thing he was about to say. "It's smog!" Their smiles vanished and were replaced by frowns.
"Smog? Kakarot, have you been sniffing your dirty laundry again recently?" Vegeta asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No, really! It's smog. It's like… a mixture of dirty air and smoke, and it looks like fog, except it's really bad. Gohan told me about it."
"That figures," Vegeta muttered. "Any idea where we are then, mister intelligent?"
"A city," Goku said with a decisive nod.
"… any particular city?" Turlus asked.
"This one." Again a decisive nod.
"So… you're telling us, that we are here."
"Yes."
"Idiot."
"Can we please just find whoever's here!" Turlus shouted, waving his arms around.
"What? Oh, right. Let's go!" Vegeta shouted and flew away. Nobody followed him, so he flew back. "What are you waiting for?"
"Uh… the person's over that way, Vegeta." Turlus answered, pointing in the opposite direction.
"I… uh… I knew that. Fool. Uh. Turlus, lead the way!" And so the four flew off in search of their missing comrade. The smog was thick, and it would have hindered their search for whoever was here had they not had the dragon radar. The blips were coming faster and faster as they grew nearer, and eventually Turlus dived through the smog and came across a building. It was a hotel, and it looked a lot nicer than their surroundings.
"He's in here," Turlus said, nodding towards the hotel.
"Well? What are we standing here for? Let's get him!" Vegeta rasped, then coughed on some more smog. He pushed through the group and led the cluster of Saiyans into the hotel's lobby. Bellboys were pushing trolleys of luggage across a large marble floor and into ornate elevators. Very expensive-looking paintings lined the walls, and the guests milling around were wearing expensive-looking garments and smoking expensive-looking cigarettes. The place was generally expensive-looking.
"Can I help you, sir?" asked a whining nasal voice. Vegeta looked up and saw the hotel attendant behind the desk, pen held in his hand in such a manner that it couldn't possibly be any more queer.
"That all depends." Vegeta snarled. "Have you seen my… companion come through here?"
"That all depends," the attendant replied in a mocking tone, "on what he looks like."
"Well… he's either very, very, very large with black hair. Very large with lots of black hair. Or large with long purple hair and a blue jacket." Vegeta replied, then he put his hands on the desk which buckled and splintered under his grip. "And if you answer me like that again I'm going to rip your fucking arms off and do unpleasant things to the sockets."
"He means it," Goku said, nodding earnestly.
"Yeah," Nappa voiced. "Like, this one time, we blew up a planet? But Vegeta left his sandwich on the surface, and he was really upset. He called me a bald-headed imbecile and threatened to let Frieza have his wicked way with me once we returned to the ship."
"Nappa?"
"Yes, Vegeta?"
"You are a bald headed imbecile!" Vegeta shouted, then turned back to the cowering reception manager. "Now have you seen my companion or haven't you!"
The manager coughed and regained his composure. "Yes, I do believe I saw one of your companions. He was brought in by a certain quartet of guests. Do you wish me to call up and se eif he's still there?"
"No. I'll find him myself," Vegeta snorted and turned away arrogantly. He turned so quickly, however, that he lost his footing on the slick polished marble floor and collapsed in a heap, hitting his head off the floor so hard that the marble tile cracked. The others tried not to laugh. The manager was rising from his chair to peer over the desk when a white-gloved hand appeared and dug its fingertips into the metal and wood surface. Soon a spiky-haired head was dragged up above the desk's surface. One of its eyebrows were twitching.
"I'll… get… you…" it managed to say before collapsing again with a crash. Another marble tile shattered as Vetega's head slammed off the floor again. "If any of you fucking clowns say a single word, I'll feed you to the fucking Namek! Now help me up!"
They followed the bleeps of the Dragon Radar through the corridors of the hotel and up flights of steps, and after several minutes of aimless wandering, they were standing in front of a door. Vegeta death-glared the wooden portal, then when it refused to open he knocked on it. A hollow voice replied "Just a second, man," and the sound of staggered footsteps, a crash, a large bout of giggling issued. Eventually the door opened and thin grey smoke rolled out of the room and into the corridor.
"Yeah, man?" the man asked. He had a dark complexion with large hair and a moustach that framed the top and sides of his lps.. Around his neck was a neckerchief, in the same colourful stripy motif that general matched his top which was worn over a comfortable pair of jeans.
"Um… I'm looking for somebody…" Vegeta said, looking the man up and down. He had started swaying, and it was making Vegeta feel sea-sick.
"You've, like, found somebody man. Say… you're not The Man, are you?"
"The who?" Vegeta asked.
"The man, man."
"The man man?"
"That's right, the man, man."
"I'm not a man man. I'm a Saiyan man," Vegeta asked, getting concerned over this man's mental health.
"That's cool, I'm digging it, man." The stranger said. Vegeta stared at him, and the stranger stared back with a vacant expression on his face.
"But... you don't have a spade..." Goku pointed out, a confused look on his face.
"Hey, Jimi, who's at the door?" came a voice from within. It was sharper and more nasal than the dark-skinned man, whose voice was drawn out and dull.
"He says he's a saiyanman, man," Jimi replied.
"'Ma saiyaman too!" said another dulled voice, then it burst into giggles.
"'E ses e's saiyanman too. Maybe we should let 'em in, like?" Said a third voice, which sounded similar to the first. The second voice was still giggling.
"Yeah, man, totally. Peace, friends, and come in." Jimi opened the door wider and allowed Vegeta and the others access to the hotel room. It was quite large, and it consisted of several rooms. Hazy smoke filled the air in ribbons, and sitting in the lounge area were five men. One of them was lying on his side, giggling. Everybody recognised him at once.
"Trunks!" Goku cried. "Buddy, we been looking for you!"
Mirai slowly pushed himself off the floor and looked at them with bleary red-rimmed eyes. Then burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Turlus asked.
"He's wearing orange pyjamas! That's great! I love it!" Mirai cried with laughter. One of the others started giggling too.
"Oh don't you start too, Paul," said a man with a large nose.
"I can't help it Ringo. When one starts, I start," Paul said, trying not to giggle. The man next to him snorted, trying to contain a laugh, and then the others were all heaving as they tried not to laugh. Vegeta looked at them with a confused expression, and that was enough to set all five of them off laughing.
"Excuse my friends, man," Jimi said, offering the four to take a seat wherever they could. "This is their first time with the smokes."
"The smokes?" Turlus asked, sitting near Mirai.
"Yeah, man. The smokes." Jimi replied.
"Make us all up another one, our Jimi lad," one of the others asked.
"Sure thing, man," Jimi replied and reache dover to a pouch that was lying on the table. He expertly rolled up a loose cigarette and lit it. He inhaled, held his breath for a moment, then exhaled. Goku sniffed the air. It didn't smell like the cigarettes that Dr. Briefs smoke constantly. They smelt… better. The aroma was a lot more friendly to the nose. Goku looked down, and noticed that Jimi was offering him the cigarette.
"Uh, no thank-you. I don't smoke," Goku replied.
"Oh, they're not smokes, mate," the Big Nosed Ringo replied. "They're joints."
"Joints!" Goku cried, and then his stomach rumbled. "Oh man am I hungry!"
"He ain't even smoked 'em and he's got one serious munchies, man!" Jimi said with a laugh. Trunks burst into laughter again.
"I don't know why I'm laughing!" he cried, tears rolling down his face as he writhed on the floor.
"How do I eat it?" Goku asked, taking the joint and looking at it.
"You don't eat that joint, man. You take it. Put it in your mouth, and suck it in, real smooth." Goku did as he was instructed and felt his chest growing warmer. "Now hold it in." Goku's lungs started to itch, and he coughed suddenly.
"Hmm. Doesn't feel right. I'm still hungry," Goku said. "I think I'll have a cooked joint later if it's all the sae to you."
"You want it cooked? You got one cooked," Jimi replied, rolling another, this time heating up a small black cube and sprinkling it into the roll. "Here you go, Joe."
"My names not Joe, it's Goku," said Goku, taking the lit joint and inhaling. He was able to keep the smoke held in for longer this time before coughing it up. He felt a sudden tingle, and when he noticed vegeta's curious expression, he had the sudden urge to laugh.
"Pass it on, mate. That's what we do," said one of the Fab Four. Goku nodded and handed it to the man of his right, who took a suck of the joint and passed it on as he held his breath. Nappa was next, and remembering what Goku had did, he took a drag and passed it to Turlus, who did likewise. The blunt was passed around the group, missing out Mirai who was in no fit state to speak nevermind smoke, and eventually came to Vegeta. The prince looked at it critically, turning it around and around, looking at it from every single angle, before taking a drag... of the wrong end.
"OWOWOWOWOW!" he cried jumping up, his bright-red tongue lolling out of his mouth. That was it. Everybody was falling about on the floor laughing like crazy. Vegeta death-glared them all.
"Stop laughing this instant! This is not funny! I am the Prince of All Saiyans! Nobody mocks me!" He raged. But nobody was listening. They were all crying with laughter.
Meanwhile, back at capsule corporation…
"What's taking them so long!" Bulma demanded, pacing back and forth along the floor. "They should be back by now."
"Maybe something happened to them?" Tomatta asked.
"Please!" Bulma scoffed. "What could possibly happen to the boys?"
Eventually, they all stopped laughing. Vegeta had been sitting in the corner with his back to them for about an hour, and now things were eventually starting to calm down.
"Gee, it's time we left," Goku said, stifling a yawn. "It's been swell meeting you all, but I think I'd rather have a real joint next time. They're more yummy."
"Yeah, man. Drop by anytime," Jimi replied.
"Yeah, it's been Fab," John said extending his hand. Goku shook it carefully, then helped Mirai up to his feet.
"Next time I'm passing through, I'll call in!" Goku promised. Turlus stretched and stood up, rummaging in the pouch for a tag, and quickly clasping it to Mirai's t-shirt.
"Well, so long."
"Hmmph," Vegeta said satnding up and walking to the door. "It's about blasted time."
"Stop being such a grumpy goose," Goku chided.
"I'm warning you, Kakarot!" Vegeta flared again.
"Awww, look at the grumpy l'il Geta!" Goku chided in a baby voice. Vegeta thumped him in the face.
"Yes, look at the grumpy little Vegeta, bitch," Vegeta smirked to Goku's unconscious form laying sprawled on the floor. Nappa sighed and slung him over his shoulder as Turlus closed the door behind them. As soon as the door was closed, he pressed the red button andthey all vanished with a blue flash.
They re-appeared floating in the air over a desolate, war-torn landscape. Buildings were crumbling all around them and smoke was rising in large columns obscuring the horizon.
"Well?" Vegeta asked, turning to Turlus.
"Over there," Turlus, time commando, responded, gesturing ahead. He wrapped himself in his aura and flew off.
"Very well, let's get out of here before something happens," Vegeta said and flew off after Turlus, followed by the other two, the unconscious Goku unceremoniously slung over Nappa's shoulder like some sort of snoring spiky orange sack.
Turlus led them through the devastated city until he came to a large official-looking building that had been hit by several explosive shells, judging by the large chunks that had been ripped out of the façade and flanks of the frontal building. "He's in here, guys!" Turlus cried, and charged inside, barging through walls in a bee-line towards this out-of-place Saiyan. Behind him, Vegeta, Miraiand Nappa followed in hot persuit.
"So uh, Vegeta. Who do you think it'll be? I bet an unconscious Kakorot that it's Brolli."
"What makes you imagine that, Nappa?" Vegeta asked.
"Have you seen this place? Brolli, for sure." Mirai replied.
"Exactly. I've seen it. If this were Brolli's handiwork, there would be no it left, just a large crater in the ground. But I'll take you up on that wager, Nappa."
"What will I get when I win?" Nappa asked.
"What! Nappa, you're a bald idiot. You won't win!"
"Yeah, but what if I do?"
"Oh very well," Vegeta sighed. "If you win, you may get a sandwhich."
"Joy!" Nappa bellowed, and flew onwards.
Turlus stopped outside a wall and peered at it. There were wet slapping sounds coming from inside and several grunts.
"Uh… I really hate to know what's happening in there…" Turlus said, as Nappa and Vegeta stopped behind him. They all listened on to the slapping and grunting, which rose in crescendo until the grunting was turning into cries.
"What the hell's going on in there!" Vegeta cried in disgust.
"I don't know… but whoever's here, is in there," Turlus said, looking at the modified Dragon Radar.
"Well, there's only one thing for it…" Vegeta said, holding out his hand palm out. A moment later, a large section of the wall exploded and the Prince stepped in through the wreckage. When the dust cleared, several large men and one smaller moustached man were looking at him in astonishment.
"WHAT IS THIS!" the moustachioed one screamed. He was holding a rather-battered looking steak in his hand.
"I don't know, Heir Hitler. But Zis won ist mine, ya!" replied one of the largest men, swinging around a large pork chop and slapping it into his hand. Vegeta smirked.
"Hmmph. You honestly think you can defeat me with a lean piece of meat?" Vegeta scoffed.The man stepped forward, allowing Vegeta to see what had been happening. Tried to a chair, sporting a black eye, and covered in bits of meat, was a hungry-looking Raditz. "What the blazes is going on in here!"the princedemanded.
"I'm sorry, Vegeta. They got the jump on me and started torturing me with meat. I'm so hungry!"
"SILENCE!" Hitler shouted, and cuffed across Raditz in the face with the steak.
"See?"
"I see. So, you think I, the prince ofall Saiyanswould stand idly by whilst you demean aone of my loyalwarrior like this? You bastard," Vegeta snarled, glaring at the four Nazis in the room. "I'll see you rotting in hell for this!"
The larger men all broke for Vegeta at once, swingingtheir various chops and steaks in an arc to connect with Vegeta's face. The nimble prince smiled as they charged, and with a quick swipe of his finger, a small lance if energy slashed the meat apart. The three torturers hesitated in their run, allowing Vegeta time to hurl three small energy charges at them, atomising their chests and sending them hurtling back across the room. The three corpses hit the floor and rolled still, smoke rising from their charred remains.
"Home run!" bellowed Nappa, hopping from foot to foot in excitement.
"Indeed, Nappa." Vegeta said, then turned to Hitler. "You… you're going to wish you had never lived, you filth!"
"NO! I AM ZE MASTER RACE, PIGDOG!"
"Master race, huh?" vegeta mused, taking deliberate steps towards the dictator. "Master this! FINAL FLASH!" The blue energy arc slashed forwards and lifted Hitler off his feet and smashed his remains through wall after wall until every atom of his body was nothing more than residual energy. Vegeta lowered his hands and looked at the mess, before spitting on the floor in disgust.
"Turlus, tag Raditz and let's get out of here."
"Very well," Turlus replied, throwing a tag into the room. It connected to Raditz' bare arm, and the Saiyan looked down at it.
"What's this?" He asked.
"It's just a device… thing." Turlus said lamely. "It lets us all travel through time at once.
"Oh," Raditz said. "Well can we go before I vanish again?"
"Sure." Turlus pressed the red button. There was a whine, and then nothing. He pressed it again, and again, and again. Nothing happened, repeatedly.
"Uh…"
"Did you break it?" Mirai asked.
"No, honest!" Turlus replied quickly. Vegeta glowered at the buildings around them.
"I DO NOT WISH TO BE STUCK HERE!" he bellowed.
"Hold on, according to this radar, we're all here," Turlus said.
"But what about Brolli?" Nappa asked.
"I love you Chi-Chi…" Goku murmured in his sleep.
"Apparently… he's nowhere to be found."
"Shit," Vegeta sighed. "Then how do we get home, Turlus?"
"I just press this but-" they all vanished.
"-ton." Turlus took his finger off the black button and looked around. They were standing in Capsuke Corporations courtyard.
"Bulma!" Vegeta roared. There was a moment of silence, then the sound of a door bursting open. Vegeta turned around and was instantly set upon by a hectic spouse.
"Oh Vegeta!" Bulma crooned. "You're alive! I was so scared! I never thought I'd see you again! And you too, Trunks! I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you both."
"Where's Brolli?" Tomatta asked, ducking under the doorframe and emerging into the sunlight.
"We… uh… couldn't find him," Vegeta admitted.
"So he's… missing?" Bulma asked.
"I guess so."
"… oh well, that's not so bad." She said with a shrug. "One out of six are acceptable losses." And turned around and headed back into the house.
"What do we do about Brolli?" Raditz asked uncertainly.
"Oh," Bulma said with a pause. "I'm sure he'll turn up sooner or later."
Laterthat day, everybody was clustered around inside the lounge of the Capsule Corporation building, talking excitedly about what happened. The kids were talking to Raditz and Nappa about King Arthur and a real-life Arabian Sultan, Chi-Chi was interested to hear about her husband nearly being burnt at the stake, and Mirai couldn't remember much about his time spent out of time. The evening wore on, and the television talked away to itself in the background. The news came on and talked about the topical events of the day so far, before cutting to a news reporter standing in an open plain near a broken cliff.
"What you see behind me, folks, is a landslide where the cliff-face has come away from the rest of the cliff after millions of years of erosion and weakening from the elements. This is a common event in the natural world, but what has scientists and archaeologistsbaffled is what appears to be writing carved into the mountain rock itself, some of which has been revealed by the landslide. What's more, in yet another even more unexplainable turn of events, the writing appears to be in modern romanji. Doctor Sanjima is here to help us explain something about these writings and exactly who this "Brolli" is…"
"BULMAAAA!"
With our brave warriors returned to their own timeline, they can continue to fight against the evil music overtaking capsule corporation! But what about Brolli? What consequences will a Legendary Super Saiyan have on the history of the planet? Find out, in Dragonball Total War: Death Saiyan!
AN (Rest in Peace Jimi Hendrix, John Lennon and George Harrison. You shall be missed. Rest in Pieces Adolf (S)Hitler and the other members of the Nazi Government. The likes of you shall not be missed.)