Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z

A/N: This chapter is from Triono's point of view. REMEMBER THAT!
Chapter 2

I continued to bellow as my metamorphosis began. The moon, in all its elegance hung high above, its beautiful light flowed into my eyes, immersing my body in it. I could hear my roar overpowering all my other senses; the incredible volume that was emitted by my throat amazed even me. I instantly felt my muscles begin to bulge, as my clothes were soon ripped off my body. The few hairs on body suddenly grew exponentially, getting darker and larger with each second. I looked at Cris across from me, as my height continued to increase, he seemed smaller and smaller, a tiny bug just waiting to be squished. The horrified look on his face was to die for, he was immobilized in fear. All his training couldn't save him from me now, the fight would be over in a few seconds, short of a miracle.

Then the rage came to me. I had completed my transformation, I was at eye level with the roof's of the apartment buildings beside me, and my huge body took up the entire street if not a bit more, I was prepared to fight him. That's when the feeling overcame me. Later on I heard people say when my species transform it's like we go crazy, losing all control and destroying whatever we can. That in-fact is not true; there is just a peerless blood lust that rushes through our veins at all times, when we transform that is magnified immensely. All that happens is we have a somewhat crazy need to destroy everything when we transform. Unless there is something for us to focus on destroying, we will go on a crazy rampage, just to fulfill some sort of biological urge. Luckily for the surrounding people and buildings, Cris' ugly face was more than I needed to focus on him.

I suppose his face wasn't that ugly, I knew he'd had a girlfriend in the north somewhere, but the sight of it gave me a bad taste in my mouth. His mouth was hung open, not daring to emit a sound, as I yelled like a banshee once again, and then began my assault. I walked over to him, crashing the street beneath my feet. He began to move now, trying desperately to get away. He ran full speed away from me, but it was no use, my legs were way too big for him, just a steady trot from me caught up to him. Right before I was on him, he turned at the last second, and shot at me with another of his ki-immersed jump kicks. I tried to catch him in the air, but he moved to quickly for my large arms to block the attack. He struck my stomach and to tell the truth, I felt a bit of pain, like a mosquito biting an elephant. He bounced right off my stomach, and fell to the ground underneath me. With an immobile target such as that, how could I resist?

I rose my foot a good ten feet in the air, and then brought my whole weight down on his motionless body. A sickening crunching sound snapped through the air, as a muffled scream came from under my paw. I screwed my foot like I was putting out a cigarette, before lifting my foot to the side of his body. To my surprise, he was alive, twitching with movement, his arms and legs left in deformed positions. I watched him like a cat watches a mouse before it eats it, saw him squirm onto his side and then with a great push, onto his stomach. I was more amazed than anything when he pushed himself up from the cracked street. The pain was clearly visible on his face, yet he got up, using only his right arm, as his left was immensely disfigured.

A pang of guilt at taking advantage of my transformation hit me. I studied him even more, he was the only one on the planet who could challenge me, if he was gone, I'd have no one to fight. I could never get stronger, not without training at least, and just the thought of working for hours, sweating yourself dry, disgusted me. So for a second I considered letting him live, just going through the city for the night, destroying buildings and such. Then he just had to open his big fat mouth.

"What's wrong monkey-boy? If you ain't gonna do anything, I guess I will." He then raised his good right arm and fired a ki beam from it. I wasn't exactly expecting it, so I didn't even try to stop it. He aimed it perfectly, as he always seemed to do, and it struck me in the throat. My huge voice box was slightly crushed, and when I keeled back in pain, I couldn't even scream very loudly. I covered the wound with my hands as I heard Cris laughing beneath me. In peer anger I stamped with both my feet, cracking the ground beneath me, and striking many of the apartments near me. Then I stepped heavily ahead of me, near Cris. He astounded me even more when he jumped back, narrowly dodging my attack. The crash from the blast of foot upon asphalt he was un-able to avoid though, and it sent him flying a small distance. He landed softly on the ground, but didn't get up this time. I looked at his eyes, they were closed, I think he passed out from pain. In any event, he was out, and I had my chance. Looking back, if I'd succeeded in killing him, none of what we'd go through together would've happened.

I brought back my right hand from my throat, clenched it into a fist and brought it down onto Cris. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see the blood and the rest of his body. Just a second before I made contact, a buzzing sound went by my right ear and suddenly my fist was stopped in mid-air. I opened my eyes to find what had prevented my victory, but found nothing. I pushed down on my fist with all my weight, but nothing moved. I then realized whatever was blocking must've been small enough to hide behind my fist.

I brought my arm back, and sure enough there was something in the way. Or rather, someone. A short (extremely short) man stood in my way. Not so much stood as floated, he just hung there in the air, not moving at all. I looked him over, he was bald, short, with a big head, a strange orange karate gi, and a muscular build. I couldn't see his face very well, he had turned his head to look at Cris, who was un-conscious behind my new-found enemy. Slowly, oh so slowly, he turned around to face me again. I saw his face now, kind of strange to tell you the truth, his fore-head had six burned little dots in it, kind of like a birthmark. There was something else about his face that seemed strange (beside the enormity of his head). Then it finally hit me, he had no nose, now I've been called a freak before, but I'd rather have a tail than no nose. His aura wasn't all that powerful, sure as hell not powerful enough to stop me like he did.

He examined me like a judge in a bathing suit contest, before finally grinning at me. I became enraged, this stocky little guy thought he could fight me or something, I was bringing up my left foot to kick him with when suddenly he disappeared. He didn't really disappear, just sort of blurred out of vision as I lost the feel of his aura. Then suddenly, not a split second after he had left, he appeared again, right in front of my heart. I didn't have time to react, just time to see him hit me. He used one fist, one measly punch to send me flying. And I mean flying, I must've gone nearly a whole block from this one little punch. My whole body smacked into the ground at suicidal speeds, whip lashing my neck and leaving me immobilized on my back.

I roared slightly, and looked around for my attacker. Off to my left was a bunch of cop cars driving towards me. I opened my mouth and let fly a beam that incinerated the cars and their occupants, leaving charred metal and a burning smell in the air. I then pushed myself up from the ground, my top ribs were insinuated in pain until it overcame my mind and just movement became a marathon. Somehow though I did rise from the ground, and began my search for my attacker.

It wasn't hard to find him, he wasn't hiding or anything, he was just confidently walking towards me. I wasn't prepared for this, I'd never been beaten in my transformed state before, I'd done it three times and each time I went un-challenged. I tilted my head to the side before opening my mouth again and firing another ki beam. I didn't see if it hit him or not, my eyes were blocked by my open jaw. The explosion was amazing though, creating a giant crater in the ground and sending Cris' limp body flying even farther.

I didn't feel the shrimp's ki anywhere around, so I assumed I'd hit him. Boy did I assume wrong. A rock hit me in the side of the head, and I turned my neck to see what threw it at me. The q-ball stood on the edge of the roof of an apartment building, hands on his hips, laughing at me.

I roared in disgust, and then swung a wild fist at him. He didn't move to avoid it this time, instead, he blocked my fist with his forearm. That's right, my hand, the size of buick, was stopped by this runt. Suddenly he brought up his other arm and fired a small ki blast from it.

The orange ball struck me in my already damaged sternum. Again I went for a nice little ride, this time straight into an apartment building opposite the one my enemy held.

I crashed straight through the building. My huge frame crushed and tore away the bricks and steel of the building, creating a sort of bed for me. I was lying on my back once again, clutching my enormous chest with my equally large palms, as I writhed in pain. I didn't know how this little bastard was so strong.

There was no way this little midget was going to beat me. I rose from the rubble of the building moaning loudly as my body, racked with pain, told me to simply lie back down. I stared straight into the now expressionless face of my attacker, and I caught the sight of Cris off to my left struggling to his feet, simply amazing. I roared a battle cry and charged at the baldy, fists raised high. I brought them crushing down on the roof of the building, but half a second before I made contact, he blurred out of view again.

My hands crashed through the corner of roof, sending shrapnel as far as Cris. I looked around but found no trace of the short assailant. Suddenly, I sensed an incredibly powerful surge of energy above me. Just as I turned to face it, a yell emanated from seemingly all around me.

"Destructo Disc!" Was what the booming voice yelled, and I saw my attacker once again. He was hovering above and behind me, with a cylinder of energy floating above his right, outstretched palm.

He hurled the attack with such force that I couldn't even see it. Suddenly pain and the sound of out-pouring blood came from my rear-end. I looked back, and sure enough, my worst fears were confirmed, the blast cut straight through the base of my tail, and as the shaft of the furry little tail fell to the ground, I began shrinking, and suddenly I was very tired . . . . . . .

It'd been nearly five years since my mom had died. I didn't know why she came to my dream until it was all over, her message had been hard to interpret. She came up to me, her waist length brown hair blowing behind her, pushed by some invisible force, her dark blue eyes giving off her famous dark glow, the black dress she always wore was clean and wrinkle-free. She stood above me, looking at me with those penetrating eyes, and then she knelt in-front of me, leaned in beside my ear and whispered softly in her calm and knowing voice. "I told you didn't I? Now go and do it." A sob emitted from my throat and she passed her hand through my hair. Then suddenly I was watching from a third person perspective, and I saw myself the night I found her dead in the street, naked, curled in a ball, crying violently, and she just knelt there, a worried look on her face and her hand in my hair.

A/N: Well another chapter out. Hope you like this one. If you are confused about the story, read this line and think real hard---->Like I said in the first chapter,the story is going to be from someone's point of view. Each chapter is told by a different person. This ia a new writing style that I am trying to master. Please R&R to tell me if you hate or like the style.

By the way can anyone guess whw 'Q-ball' is?