(AN: Thanks for the reviews, I appreciate you guys taking the time to give me feed back, and I hope I have addressed most issues? As far as lay out, even though I have read countless fan fictions, I am still at a loss as to how to correctly implement such measures. Perhaps in the future I will go back and edit, but as of now, all I can do is offer my apologies. Now, a warning. Things thus far have more or less followed the DB story line, but as of either this chapter or next, there should be some fairly heavy deviations. Please bear with changes you do not like, though you are free to voice your opinion of course, and I hope I introduce at least a few elements you like. Peace out)
Disclaimer: If I owned it, it would be a manga, not a story.
The eldest living Saiya-jin paced nervously down a corridor, and tail waving anxiously behind him. The force that was supposed to be coming to vaporize them was over a month late. Under normal circumstances, this would be a cause for celebration, however, this was Frieza they were dealing with, and the chances of him neglecting sending his men in the second it was possible where next to nothing, unless he had discovered something truly spectacular, and was other wise engaged at the moment. Suddenly, a door was thrust open near him, and an object came hurtling at his face. His Saiya-jin instincts kicked in, and he quickly caught the offending object before casting a questioning look at Vegeta, who stood in the doorway. Vegeta had been gone for the past two months, off doing his own training. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Kakarot had a child by Chi Chi, and it had been named Gohan. Quickly after its birth however, Chi Chi had made it quite clear the child would not be trained to fight. Naturally, Vegeta took this as an insult. Gohan was HIS subject, and he would thus decide his fate.
So, every six months or so, Vegeta would kidnap both Gohan and Kakarot, and force them to train for the remaining six months of the year before allowing them to go home. Gohan had become fond of spending time with his Unca Vege, as he had first called him. It had become refined to Uncle Vegeta as the child's vocal skills had developed, and much to Vegeta's displeasure, he had yet to teach the child that it was in fact Prince Vegeta. Kakarot…Kakarot just loved having an excuse to train without having to worry about Chi Chi interrupting. Much to all of their surprise, Gohan's power had developed even faster than his Genius intellect, and now his power was just short of his fathers and Ten's, and just on even ground with Piccolo, whom to Chi Chi's displeasure also kidnapped Gohan for about two weeks out of the year for some heavy sparing. Needless to say, the five year old child felt very loved.
Their training house had to be moved from Kakarots after the first time Vegeta had set about training Gohan, as Chi Chi started a daily invasion trying to hunt down Vegeta so she could hang his hide on her wall. Bulma had managed to convince her father to buy them a nice little patch of land on a mountain just outside West City. Vegeta spent three months ever year after he finished up with Kakarot and Gohan training the human fighters at this place, and the last three months? No one knew. Vegeta lowered his energy and matched it to a human before fading into the crowds. All attempts to follow him had failed, much to Private Eye Gohan's disappointment. Now, the arrogant prince stood before him, clothing ripped and torn, and numerous wounds lining his body. Together, Kakarot and Gohan could almost beat Vegeta, not that he minded, as this new challenge had caused him to advance much quicker than he had been, and, in order to keep up, Bardock had to spar with Vegeta daily when he was in, and other wise trained with the three eyed warrior Tenshinhan. A red beep from the object in his hand finally pulled him from his thoughts, and he realized he was holding Vegeta's scouter.
Bulma was currently studying his. "Its Raditz!" Vegeta snapped out. Bardock nodded once before slipping the scouter onto his face and activating it. Static rang through, and it quickly became apparent that the message was deteriorated, possibly due to a jamming signal. "Prince….Frieza….Namek….looking for….help…can't fight….pretending too be…..Dragon Balls!" That was the end of the message, but it had served its purpose. Frieza had found the Namekian home planet, and, was either gathering the dragon balls, was on his way there to do so, or worse case scenario, already had gathered them. "Bardock, I think its time you told me, what exactly, these dragon balls are?" Vegeta snapped, after seeing the look of fear in Bardock's eyes when they had been mentioned. "From what I have heard of legend…" Bardock began, resigned to tell the tale, had hoping Vegeta did nothing rash with the knowledge. "Certain Namekians have the ability to create seven orange orbs, that, when brought together, summon a dragon that grants the bearer of the balls a single wish. Don't laugh Vegeta, the Kami of this world told me of the Dragon Balls that exist here, and Kakarot himself has had numerous encounters with them." He finished, seeing a certain look in Vegeta's eyes. Vegeta merely stared at him for a moment. "And the Dragon Balls of this planet are they still out of commission?"
He asked, remembering what little Bardock had slipped when recanting there visit to Kami to the humans a few years ago. Bardock shrugged. "No idea, I've had no reason to ask." Vegeta's eyes took on the arrogance befitting a prince. "Then its time for me to do so. You mentioned Kakarot traveled with that blue haired woman when she was young? So I'm assuming she would know…" He began talking to Bardock, but wound up mumbling to himself. "Get the rest of the fools together, and meet me on Kami's Lookout." He quickly ran towards the open door, only to have his progress halted as he quickly discovered Goku in the door way. "Out of the way Kakarot!" But Vegeta halted in his tracks. There was a certain look in Goku's eyes. Something was happening. "Vegeta… Bulma's at the hospital…its time…." He started, but was quickly cut off as Vegeta shoved him out of the way and blasted off as fast as his power allowed. "But Vegeta!" Goku yelled after him, to no avail.
Vegeta sped through the air, weaving in-between buildings, following the woman's Ki. Rain poured down from the dark sky above, and occasionally lightning flashed a crossed the sky. Vegeta tried not to think as he flew, but it was screaming in his mind, and there wasn't much he could do to put it away. There was something wrong; every fiber of his being was screaming it at him. Finally he arrived, and slipped quietly into her window. A small crib sat in the corner, but that he ignored for the moment. No, what drew his gaze was the blue headed woman lying on the bed near the window, countless wires running to her, and a breath mask over her mouth and nose. Beeps where issued from various machines that sat in the room, and Vegeta sighed.
Her breathing was inconstant, and labored and her face was pale. Further looking into her, using his other senses, could feel the pain rolling through her body, and her Ki was low, even by human standards. He gaze turned to the crib, and he walked to it. Looking down, he was mildly shocked to see purple hair, but there where more important things in his mind. The baby's eyes where opened wide, and a subdued look rested in there depths. Yes, his son knew what he knew. He sighed again. Now was his time to take revenge on the lizard for destroying his people, now was his time to avenge his race. But he would be sitting that out. This…this was the time to watch over his mate and his child, his honor as a Prince, and as a warrior, dictated that.
High above the Earth, on Kami's Lookout, Goku stood, with seven small orange orbs in front of him. Each orb had a number of stars on it, from one to seven. Off to the sides stood the warriors of Earth, save two. Chi Chi had flat out told Goku that if he took her son to another planet, she would leave him. Most would admit that she had her reasons. After all, how many people would allow their seven year old son be whisked off by his father to an alien planet to fight an intergalactic tyrant and his minions? The other one who was absent was Prince Vegeta. Most were curious to his absence, but if anyone knew where he was, they weren't talking. Goku, however, had informed them that Bulma was very ill, and that explained the subdued atmosphere that now hung over the crowd. "Ten." Goku said, looking over to the large warrior. "I want you to stay behind for this one." He said somberly. Tenshinhan looked at him like he was crazy. "You have to. You're the only one of us that can grow stronger without much physical training, and I have a bad feeling about this. Gohan's too young to have the weight of the world on his shoulders, even as strong as he is. And Vegeta…Vegeta may be in no condition to do much here before to long." Ten looked at him for a long moment, but then turned his gaze. He would stay, and protect Earth. Bardock nodded at his son. "Shenron, arise and grant our wish!" Goku cried out.
Light blasted out of the seven orbs and shot into the sky. Twisting and turning about, the light slowly began to form into a long, huge, snake like dragon that coiled about the look out, its head coming to rest level with the fighters. "You who have summoned the Eternal Dragon, state your wish." It spoke softly, but its voice still dwarfed all of them. "Shenron, we wish that all fighters standing here, besides Tenshinhan, Choatzu, and Kami were transported to Planet Namek." The dragon remained silent for a moment, then suddenly his eyes glowed, and the warriors vanished. Tenshinhan looked around for a moment, then gestured for Choatzu, and the two warriors began there flight back to the training house, or the Z house as they had come to call it. Tenshinhan would train harder than ever, and he would not let Goku's trust in him be for not.
On the surface of Namek, Piccolo, born of the devil, raised by God, was awestruck by the beauty of his home plant. The perfect green scenery was ruined, however, by the body of a purple skinned warrior. It had been shocked at Piccolo's sudden appearance, and announced no matter what, he, Kiwi, would kill the most Nameks and show Dadoria up. Piccolo had swiftly removed his head from his body, and then had stopped to marvel the planet. He quickly realized, however, that not only was there a massive evil power, and that he and his friends had not been brought to the same spot, but that there where also VERY few Namekian energies left. He quickly lowered his power, and moved to the edge of the island before jumping in. He didn't want whom he assumed was Frieza finding him, not yet any ways. He began swimming to where he had felt a strangely familiar Ki before it had disappeared.
On a small island, in the middle of a vast ocean, Yamcha and Killian stood around looking confused. "Yamcha, I told you we shouldn't have had Goku make that wish. Now we're all strung out over this planet!" Yamcha looked down at his feet. "Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. I thought it was simple enough that Goku couldn't mess it up. At least he got us here though. Wait… do you feel that power coming close?" Krillan glanced up, and stretched out his senses. "Yeah, I feel it. Ten and Goku are stronger, but it's still above us." Yamcha nodded his head. "So what should we do?" They exchanged a quick glance. It was to close to run, they would have to fight, but that didn't mean they had to be stupid about it. Krillan lowered his power, and walked up to the edge of the water. "Keep him distracted." Yamcha nodded, and Krillan fired off a Ki blast at his level, so it would look as though he flew off before jumping in the water. Yamcha turned around just in time to see a large pink…urchin? He could barely stifle a laugh. "Hum? What do we have here? It doesn't look like a Namek. Actually, looks almost like a Saiya-jin." It spat.
Yamcha opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off. "Doesn't matter, Frieza's ordered everything on the planet dead." It didn't hesitate before charging Yamcha, throwing a furious combo of punches and kicks. Its form was extremely sloppy, so Yamcha could block, dodge, and counter a fair share, but the creature was a good deal faster than him, and it had more endurance. Yamcha side stepped a punch, and grabbing on to the pink things shoulders, kicked it in the chest, using the leverage to do a back flip away. Upon landing he fired a hastily prepared Kamehameha wave that washed over the Urchin. When the light died it was lying on the ground, covered in wounds. 'Looks like I didn't need Krillan's help after all.' Yamcha thought, and walked forwards. His guard was down, and he failed to notice Pinkies arm raise slightly, and he noticed to late the blast that proceeded to incinerate his knee cap."Ah…aghhh!" He screamed out loudly, the pain overwhelming him as he fell backwards.
Under the water, Krillan was engaged in his own battle. Unknown to the two warriors, while the pink blob was fairly dumb, his partner was a different story, and the green warrior known as Zarbon, as he had been polite enough to inform Krillan mentally before attacking, was owning him. Technique wise, they were on about the same level, but Zarbon was faster and stronger than even his blob counter part. Krillan knew his only chance was a Solar Flare, along with a well place Kaizan. But to his knowledge, no one had ever tried a Solar Flare underwater before. Zarbon fired a small blast, and Krillan nimbly swam around it, only to meet Zarbon's foot with his face, and he was sent careening into a coral reef.
The pink blob stomped forwards, laughing as he did so. "You see, worthless. No one can beat Dadoria!" Yamcha, struggling, manage to stand up, but Dadoria launched a piercing beam at him. He moved slightly so it didn't hit his heart, but it still tore through his left lung, and he gasped in pain. He could feel Krillan's battle below, and knew he was on his own. He remained standing, but it was almost over. Dadoria grinned, and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Oh, look how much pain you're in! I should just be merciful and end it now. You should be thankful. You get to see my ultimate attack!" He laughed, but then stopped, opening his mouth wide. Yamcha felt a familiar build up of energy, and quickly remembered Bardock explaining mouth blasts to him. Mentally, he sighed in resignation, and right before the blast was fired, he screamed "Wolf fang fist!" And using the sudden burst of energy, knocked Dadoria's arms away, and plunged his fist into its mouth. The energy was released, but having no where to go, it exploded violently in a brilliant flash of purple light.
Krillan shook himself out of the ruble, and was saved from another beating from Zarbon when suddenly a large explosion rocked the small island, and a large amount of ruble buried the green skinned warrior. Krillan, not losing a second, bolted out of the water, and was grief stricken with what he saw. His friend Yamcha lied just on the outskirts of a small crated, one of his arms missing, and his body burnt all over. He wanted to mourn, but knew he didn't have time. Zarbon would be up here any minute. He quickly gathered his wits, and forming two Kaizans, through them straight up into the air. Suddenly he felt Zarbon's power explode and dwarf every one he knew but Bardock, and the green skinned warrior burst from the water. Krillan was taken aback. Where once was a fair, skilled warrior, now stood a hulking barbarian. It grinned evil at him and rushed forwards, ready to pummel Krillan, when it stopped, seeing Yamcha's body, and at first wondering if it was a Saiya-jin corpse.
'The hairs about right…as are the physical features…but there's something missing, he's not a Saiya-jin'. He finished his thoughts, but his sharp senses picked something up….the sound of air particles being parted. Grinning evilly at the small monk, it glanced up, and saw the two Kaizans rushing down at it. He waited till the last moment, for dramatic effect, wanting to see the look of lost hope of the diminutive fighter's face, when he realized he couldn't move. Looking down in horror, he saw the fighter he had assumed dead weakly smile at him before the sharp disks sliced him into three pieces. Yamcha, knowing Krillan was safe, gasped one last time, before shutting his eyes on the world known as Namek for the last time. Krillan, dumb founded, and the now having time to grieve, collapsed on the ground and sobbed.
(Yeah, it took me awhile to do this one because I had writers block as far as where I want the story to go. You've seen a bit here, but there are some massive changes to come, just wait for it. On the flip side, since I do have some idea, it shouldn't take me nearly as long to make the next chapter. Later on.)