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Father!

That one single thought shot itself through Goku's mind. Its was the shot heard around the world, all of a sudden echoing all in one skull. Goku snapped up, standing in a flash, and preparing to fly head on to fight Frieza, but then he felt a calm, rational presence come over his mind, overpowering his emotions for a moment.

"Goku, you cannot help your father now, and if you go now, you will die." Guru spoke softly, but with a great sense of wisdom.

"If I don't go, he will use the dragon balls!" Goku said, knowing it was true. It was death either way for all of them.

"No Goku, our dragon must be summoned by our native tongue. He wont get to wish on these dragon balls. He will never learn the secret, and even by some chance he does, there is no Namekian who would translate for him."

"But if he cant use them, he will come here to learn the secret, and there is no one else that can fight him. So unless you can finish this in the next two minutes, its going to have to be done any ways."

"No Goku, you are wrong. There is another." Guru said, a certain degree of pride in his voice.

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All it was was a small flash of light, and suddenly, the Namek known as Nail was inside of him; suddenly his power shot so much higher, and suddenly, his personality became fourth dimensional, encompassing so much more than just 'Piccolo'. It wasn't as if they were two separate personalities, but he could still feel just a bit of the two unique sides. He wasn't Piccolo, and he wasn't nail, but nor was he something completely different either.

Now, lets see about this Frieza. He thought as moved towards the door. As he did so, he noticed Krillan take up step beside him.

"No, this is not a fight for you." Piccolo said, as he held up an arm to halt Krillan's progress.

"Piccolo." The monk said, in a quite voice, with a determination that left no room to argue. "This guy is the reason we're here. This guy is why Bardock is gone, and this guy is the reason the Yamcha has to die. No Piccolo. This is a fight I can not stay out of."

Piccolo looked down at the small warrior. The old him would have just thought it foolish, but his horizons had been broadened, and he could appreciate the Monks determination.

"Fine, you can come, but don't expect me to hold your hand."

Krillan looked up at him, a slight smile coming to his features, sad, but still there none the less.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Piccolo nodded, and the two walked out the door, failing to notice Dende slip out behind them.

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"Pride, honor, strength, courage." Voices chanted from all around White, swirling area energy was all around, as far as they eye could see. A realm of infinity…could such a place exist except in his own mind.

"Pride, honor, strength, courage." The Voices said, this time with more force this time.

"Pride, in your Race, Honor the Fallen, Strength to Defend your Pride, Courage to Fight All Odds." The Saiya-jin warrior Bardock finished. A slight shimmering, a mild disturbance in the energy of this place, began to form a tall Saiya-jin warrior with long, flowing hair. Bardock was taken aback, and a tear came to his eye as he dropped to his knees.

"So its true…" He whispered softly. "I've failed my responsibilities to my family. My son is dead."

The incarnation of Raditz shook its head softly. "No father, you have not killed me. Nappa and I died protecting our race, father, the greatest honor for a Saiya-jin. I hold no sadness, no regrets"

"Then why am I here? Why have I not been harvested to become something else?" Bardock questioned, fearing that here at the end, his failures would be punished by his race before he was aloud to rest.

"Father…the energy you gathered, the attack you used. It is an ancient thing. It is able to draw upon all the Saiya-jin energy in the universe, and focus it into a single blast. The stronger the Saiya-jin race, the stronger the attack would become. But as our race is so close to non existence, it was not enough to stop that tyrant." Raditz spat, as if averting evil. "If only that attack had come to you at the end of your true life, then things would be different, but alas they are not, and the tyrant live still."

Bardock sat in a stunned silence. He had heard of such an attack, it was said to have originated from an attack of the Gods, and had been handed down to the Saiya-jins. At one time, legends said, they had been the guardians of peace in the universe, and as long as they stood united and pure, the attack served them well. But as time went on, they, like all before them, became corrupted by their power, and began to take over planets to control rather than protect. But, also like all before them, they had to fall. Some, like Bardock, believed that the Ice-jins, like Frieza, had been created for this purpose, as there had been no record of there existence short of a few thousand years ago.

Most Saiya-jins would say that the Ice-jin rule was established but 40 years ago, when the current Vegeta No Ouji's father signed a contract with Frieza, however, a few knew the truth. The Ice-jins had been slowly taking control of the Universe from the Saiya-jins for nearly 2,000 years. Why the lies. The cover ups? Because to know that the Saiya-jins where slowly defeated over the years was to much for most to handle. Saiya-jins where already technologically advanced. The contract Vegeta's father had signed had been one of surrender, condemning the race to slavery. That to was not something that the normal Saiya-jin would believe. While ultimately, the extinguishing of the Saiya-jin race had been betrayal, it had been betrayal of a master to his slave, rather than that of two partners.

Vegeta would do everything in his power to restore the Saiya-jin race, and having heard of the true past from Bardock, he had made a vow to restore them to what they where, rather than the Slaves that had been so easily destroyed.

"Yes father, you have done well. You have restored Vegeta from the darkness of Frieza's influence. He seeks to return the Saiya-jins to their true strength, and his pride can still be satisfied because a guardian is above those he protects." Raditz, reading Bardock's thoughts somehow, commented.

"But Raditz, my son, that still does not answer my question."

"Father, you have not been harvested…because you have not been destroyed. Frieza made a mistake. An attack harvested from the energy, by its very nature, can not harm a Saiya-jin, however father, normally, if such a thing where to happen, you would have absorbed all the strength from it, but you were near maximum strength… father, as you have figured out, you three are far more powerful than Saiya-jins for the past few millenniums, and also as you have probably figured out, that is because you three seek the old ways." Bardock nodded in agreement. Over the years, he had witnessed how fast Kakarot's power had increased, and he had decided, by his very nature, the boy was the closest of the three pure to the old ways, the mirror image of all the Saiya-jins once were.

"Father, your body could not contain the energy that was suddenly infused into it, and you would have been destroyed as it overwhelmed you, but, as I said, the attack by its very nature cannot destroy a Saiya-jin, and so every cell in your body became supercharged, to the point of becoming pure energy. Perhaps, normally, you would have scattered at this point, not dead, but unable to control it, but the dead have more control over energy than the living due to their close relationship with it. Until you become strong enough contain the energy, you will never take a truly physical state again, however, father, I am here to teach you how, by shear force of will, you may take a physical form, and gradually, as you hold this form, the energy will reconstruct you a body capable of holding the energy. Now come father, settle into a meditative stance, and we will begin."

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"Do you see it son?" A cold voice echoed with authority a crossed the ship. "Yes father, we are awaiting scans now." An almost equally cold voice responded. A few seconds past, and silence hung over the bridge, addressing the figure standing near the front of the ship. This man was huge, much resembling Frieza, but taller and more built.

"It is as we thought father. Frieza had good reason to be interested in this planet. It has the most expansive deposits of adamantine and Sorbic I have ever seen, more than half of all the known planets in our control combined. The planet has been misclassified." He turned to face his father, revealing a figure resembling Frieza, however taller, lankier, and oddly smooth.

"Cooler, who filled the earlier report, and when?" Cooler turned back to his station, and pressed a series of buttons, and a frown came to his face. "The Saiya-jins, over 5000 years ago."

"Cube!" The taller Ice-jin snapped to his left, addressing a short, scared looking purple man. "What kind of life signs are on the planet!" The short bridge officer pondered his consoles for a second, hit a few buttons, and turned to face the massive Ice-jin again. "King Kold, sir there is a Saiya-jin, and a half Saiya-jin…" He was cut off by Kold, who raised his eyebrows.

"What about the majority population?" He snapped.

"King Kold, sir, they are remarkably Saiya-jin like, almost a 97 match genetically." Kold growled loudly. "We found their secret…" He trailed off, and no one questioned him.

"Father, there is another thing. We have found the marks of the Ancient on the planet, the most intense we have ever recorded." Cooler said, a definite amount of worry in his voice. "This could be his resting grounds."

Kold for his part, looked a good deal more composed, but a look into his eyes would reveal the same fear. "We shall proceed as planed, however, no large attacks are to be used, and any thrown at us must be redirected from the planet. I will not risk my empire being destroyed now."

Cooler nodded. "Yes father."

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Piccolo's breathing was ragged. He had managed to keep up with Frieza for over 5 minutes, and while he, like all the warriors he had trained with, were more skilled, Frieza was just to far above his level. He was landing more strikes, but Frieza just shook them off, while the few the Tyrant landed sent Piccolo reeling. It didn't take a genius to figure out Piccolo was out classed. Most of the cards in this fight had been played, each using their various skills. Desperation rang true in the voice of one small warrior.

"Kaizan!" Piccolo's ears perked up slightly as he heard this, and was at the same time sent crashing into the ground from a vicious hook from Frieza.

Simultaneously, the flat disk of energy arced high into the air and rushing down at the intergalactic tyrant. Frieza, picking up on the sound of air being sliced, twirled to his right, out of the way, at the same time raising a finger to point at the small monk, and pain shot threw his features as the last ¼ of his tail was severed. Pain roared to life in his face, and he gathered energy into his finger tip.

Piccolo clamped his hands down on the Kaizan that had reached him, much like a Samurai would catch a sword, and rearing back threw it back at Frieza.

"DIE PEST!" Frieza roared as released the a beam of searing red light, but a pin prick thick.

However, at the same time this occurred, the rebounded Kaizan sliced threw his arm, causing the aim to shift, and put a gash near an inch deep on the right side of Krillan's skull, causing him to scream in pain and fall from the air. Frieza was fairing none better, and spun to face the one responsible. Piccolo grinned, it was time to win this thing.

"No, I think its time you die, I think its time you ALL DIE!" Frieza roared, flying at the downed Namekian.

Piccolo blocked the punch that came at him, none to proud to take advantage of the missing arm to land multiple blows that Frieza could not hope no match. The power level difference was massive, but not to the point to make up for the missing limb. To top it of, he was also missing part of his tail, horribly throwing his balance off. The tide of the battle had shifted.

Frieza reared back and threw a massive right hook, but Piccolo easily dodged to the right, quickly raising his arm up, slamming a punch into the tyrants back, sending him spinning away where Krillan smashed him into the ground with a vicious hammer blow. Smoke kicked up in all directions, and Krillan glanced over at the green warrior. They exchanged quick nods, and Krillan cupped his hands back to his side.

"Kame…" His cried out, voice full of pried, as blue energy began to slowly appear in his hands.

"Hame…" Rang out loudly crossed the horizon, and the blue energy became a perfect sphere of calm, controlled, death.

"HAAAAA" The small monk screamed crossed the horizon, slamming his hands forwards and releasing a huge beam of energy towards the ground. Slamming into the ground, it formed a constant dome of steadily expanding destruction. At the same time, Piccolo began bombarding the dome of energy with shell after shell of explosive energy, causing cataclysmic explosions, one after another. Finally, after what seemed like ages, and the two warriors were spent, the tyrants energy faded, and the two warriors stopped there onslaught before dropping to the ground.

"Ha…" Krillan sighed, out of breath, his entire body in pain.

"We…won…" Piccolo managed to reply just barely.

"Hahahaha…..HAHAHAHA!" Both warriors eyes snapped completely opened and they gazed up into the sky to see what looked like a Porcelain doll floating in the air, but the energy, so massive they could not feel beyond its shores, told them all they needed to know. Some how Frieza had transformed again.

"You fools thought you were the only ones who could hide your powers. Your so arrogant! Those monkeys stench is upon you. There heroics are forgotten! The light, the hope of the universe is gone, all the remains is me. All that remains in the universe is darkness." It was then they noticed, that within the depths of Frieza's eyes, there was no soul.