Disclaimer:                I don't even know why I still write this damn thing, I mean, you all know that I DON'T own DB Z…

A/N:                           Just to warn you… In this chapter there'll be a clear lack of thoughts and feelings… There'll mostly be actions or dialogue…

@ Kei: Okay, first of all, yes, the Nameks had made the Dragonballs, but they aren't huge. Remember? Kami and Dende are also Nameks and their Dragonballs were small. And no, they don't need the Namek-jin language to activate them. But I can promise you that it will be interesting though. Remember, The Treasure of Power is just a legend, therefore Vegeta, Freezer and even Goku have no idea what they'll do. Why do you think, I'll let Dende go with them? ^-^

Chapter 14: "Wreaking Havoc"

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It was already dark, the streets were almost clear and Nappa and Radditz were still sitting at the market place, waiting for their Prince to come back. "I'm bored," Nappa complained.

"I know… The whole day sitting and waiting is nothing for a Saiyajin. We are warriors and besides, Vegeta didn't want to attack someone during daytime, because he thought that we couldn't handle a handful of Nameks. But now almost everyone is inside and in his bed. What do you think of wreaking some havoc? I'm sure Vegeta wouldn't mind, since we would've enough time then to steal the sphere…" Radditz suggested.

Nappa just smirked. "Sounds like fun…"

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Vegeta couldn't believe his eyes, when he stopped the horse on a hill just in front of the city. The sky above the city was glowing in a golden and red light. The scent of burning wood reached his nose and he could hear people screaming. He growled. "Those idiots! I told them not to anything stupid. But do they listen to me? Of course not!" Clicking his tongue he rode off into the city. He had told them that the sphere was most likely in the house of the Namek eldest, so he guessed that this was the place, where he had to look for them.

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"Guys… do you hear that?" Krillin asked. He, Yamcha, Tenshinhan and Chao-Zu were sitting in a bar, having a good time.

"Hear what?" Yamcha asked slightly slurring.

"I don't know… It sounds like screams…" he said thoughtful.

"Krillin… you're drunk… As well as we all are… You're just imagining things…" Yamcha told him, putting his arm around his friend.

Suddenly there was a loud grating sound, followed by a wooden and burning beam falling directly on their table. The three men were just able to jump away in time before they were crashed. "Do you still think that I'm imagining things?" the small man yelled startled, suddenly completely sober.

"Bloody hell! What is going on? Who did that?" the scarred man asked confused.

"The Saiyajins…" Tenshinhan stated, as another beam fell down. "We have to get out of here!"

He didn't need to say more, because they all thought the same and followed the screaming Nameks outside, just before the rest of the house collapsed. "That was close…" Chao-Zu said, shaking lightly. "What shall we do now?"

The four men looked around shocked. There was fire everywhere. "We have to help the Nameks to get control over the fire!" Krillin yelled over the screams.

They just nodded at each other and got to work.

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Goku jerked up from his sleep. Something was wrong. He could feel it. It was unusually warm in the room. Then the scent arrived at his nose. It smelled like something was burning… Wood. And then he could make out screams form the town… Wait a minute. It was in the middle of the night, so why was this room lightened?! He looked out of the window and saw what was going on. It almost seemed like the whole city was on fire. "The Saiyajins…" he mumbled before he turned around to the woman next to him. He shook her. "ChiChi, wake up!"

ChiChi groggily opened her eyes. "What's up Goku?"

"We have to get out of here! Now!" he yelled and quickly got dressed.

Now ChiChi was fully awake, as she also smelled and heard what woke her husband up. She also got dressed and they quickly made their way to the room, where the boys were sleeping in. Luckily Piccolo just emerged from the room, followed by the kids. "Oh my god, Gohan! Are you okay?" ChiChi asked worried, as she hugged her son.

"Yes mom, I'm okay… But we have to leave!" he told her hurriedly.

She nodded and got up. "Goku, what are you waiting for?"

He shared one look with Piccolo. "Go ahead with the children! Piccolo and I have to help the eldest!"

"But Goku!" At this moment a beam fell down, blocking the way between Goku and ChiChi.

"Go now! Don't worry about us!" he demanded.

"O-okay…" ChiChi said, taking the boys each by one hand and started to run. Her way to the front door was blocked, but when she hurried she could still reach the backdoor in time.

Goku watched as ChiChi fled with the boys and then he and Piccolo quickly went up the stairs to where Saichourou and Nail were. They had to cover their mouth and nose. It was incredible hot up there and the thick smoke drove tears into their eyes. "Saichourou? Nail?" Goku called out.

"We're here!" they heard a muffled voice. 

They followed the voice until they could see the eldest still sitting on his 'throne' with Nail standing next to him. "What are you two still doing here? This house could collapse any moment!" Goku told them.

"Saichourou is ill," Nail informed them. "He has problems to move and he's too big for me to carry. And I won't move from his side."

"It's okay, Son Goku," the eldest now said in a calm voice. "I'm already old and I'm ready to die.

"I'm sorry," Goku walked up to him. "But I don't take no as an answer. We are three strong people and we will get you out of here. I won't let you die after what you did for me and my friends."

Saichourou sighed in defeat. "Nail, please get the Dragonball."

The Namek obeyed and walked to the back of the room, where they stored the sphere since Goku had arrived. The Saiyajin slowly started to get nervous. With every passing minute the temperature in the room got higher. The fire started to eat itself through the roof and Goku was sure that they wouldn't have much time until the house collapsed. And he knew that it wouldn't be easy to get the eldest out, but he refused to leave without him.

After what seemed like an eternity Nail finally came back, but before he reached them, a small part of the floor gave in, so that he stumbled, letting the small golden box with the sphere fall. He quickly bowed to pick it up, but suddenly a beam from the roof fell down. Nail closed his eyes, waiting for the beam to bury him under it. But it never happened. Confused he looked up, just to see Piccolo standing over him, holding the beam.

"What are you staring at?" Piccolo said with clenched teeth. "Hurry… I don't think I can hold this thing any longer…"

Sending his brother a thankful smile, he got the sphere and went over to Saichourou.  "Piccolo," Goku said, "What are you doing? Come on!"

"Go, Goku! Bring the eldest out of here. When I let now go of the beam, I think it will crash to the floor, taking the rest of the house with it," he told him.

Hesitating Goku nodded. "Okay Piccolo. Be careful. Try to get out, okay?" As answer Piccolo just smirked at him.

With Goku on one side and Nail on the other, the eldest supported himself on their shoulders and tossed himself out of his 'throne'. With this extra weight, the Saiyajin started to sweat even more than he already did, but together they somehow managed to get down the stairs and as soon as they had left the house and got a few meters away from it, their legs gave out and exhausted Saichourou sat down on the floor. (A/N: Can you imagine 'carrying' the Namek-eldest all the way down? *gg*)

ChiChi and the two boys who were already waiting outside ran up to them. "Goku, are you okay?" ChiChi asked worried.

"Yes… we're okay…" he answered, panting heavily.

"Dad? Where is Piccolo?" Gohan wanted to know.

"Piccolo…" Goku said thoughtful, looking back to the burning house. "He's still in there…" At that moment the whole building collapsed.

"Nooo! Piccolo!" Gohan yelled, tears streaming down his face, and wanted to go to the ruins of the house, but his father held him back.

"You can't go there, it's still too dangerous. There's nothing you can do!" Goku pulled his struggling son into an embrace. "He gave his life for us. Hush…"

"Aww, isn't that a touchy moment…" they suddenly heard a voice saying.

Turning around, they didn't believe their eyes. Two figures were standing there, both holding burning torches in their hands. "Radditz. Nappa. I knew that you were behind this," Goku spat, his whole body shaking. He didn't know how many lives the fire had and would still cost, but one of the victims was Piccolo.

"You're smarter than I thought, little brother," Radditz said smirking.

"And where's your oh-so-mighty Prince?"

"I'm here." Everyone turned their head and saw that Vegeta was coming from their left side.

"Vegeta. I thought you were smarter than this. Wreaking havoc just to get the sphere?" Goku asked, the venom evident in his voice.

"It wasn't me. This is not my style. Those two imbeciles did this," Vegeta answered, scowling at them.

Vegeta started to walk towards Goku. The other Saiyajin let go of his son and also walked up to the Prince. They circled each other, not taking the eyes of the other Saiyajin. "Where is Bulma?" Goku demanded to know.

"The woman is on my ship. Don't worry, she's not dead, yet. She almost got me to kill her today. By the way, it was her you heard calling your name today, as you were walking to the harbor." Vegeta smirked, as he saw the look on his enemy's face. Now Goku knew what had been nagging him the whole time. The voice he had heard, it was Bulma's! And he didn't recognize her! She must've tried to run away! Damn it! Suddenly he was torn out of his thoughts, as Vegeta continued talking. "Yes, it was her. You would have almost been able to safe her. But you didn't. You were too stupid to recognize her. And now, give me the sphere."

"Just over my dead body," he said determined.

"As you wish."

With that both Saiyajins got into a fighting stance and after the split of a second they lunged at each other. They exchanged a series of kicks and blows, neither of them letting the other get the upper hand in this fight. Sometimes Goku could land a kick or a punch, becoming the superior in this fight and then again Vegeta managed to do the same. So you could say that the whole time they were about equal, until Goku's fist could connect with Vegeta's jaw, letting him stumble backwards.

Vegeta wiped some blood away from his mouth and looked at his opponent. "You're incredible strong. It's hard to believe that you're just a third class…"

"Shut up and fight!" Goku yelled.

"Well, well… You can take the boy out of the race, but you can't take the race out of the boy…"

"What are you talking about?"

"I will tell you something, Goku," Vegeta said, emphasizing the other Saiyajin's Human name, "You can't deny it. You are one of us. You are a Saiyajin, and that with every fiber of your body.

"That's not true," Goku almost whispered. "I will never be one of you!" he screamed the last part, rushing towards the Prince.

The Prince of all Saiyajin easily dodged the because of the rage uncoordinated attack and smirked at him in a knowingly manner. "Oh yes, you are Kakarotto. The itching feelings in your body when you want to fight, the good feeling when you've won a battle and the incredible feeling of the strength in your body. You embrace those feelings with open arms and you want to tell me that you're not a Saiyajin? Accept those facts."

Goku's body trembled with the anger he felt to the man in front of him. But deep inside he knew that the Saiyajin was right. He loved those feelings. They were a part of him. Damn it! They were him! He let his body relax and hung his head in defeat. "You're right Vegeta. I am a Saiyajin. I admit that I have those feelings and that I welcome them. But that doesn't make me one of you. There are still other feelings in my body. I for example care for my friends and love my family. Those are feelings someone as cold as you could never be able to feel. And now go. I won't give you the Dragonball, because you still have Bulma. I first give it to you, when you brought her back to me."

Vegeta just snorted. "Those feelings will make a warrior weak, Kakarotto. But as you wish, I retreat. You wouldn't be a worth opponent for me right now and I don't want to win the sphere under those circumstances. Nappa, Radditz, let's go." He turned to leave, trusting his men to follow him, but was stopped by an ear piercing scream of the woman, who seemed to be Kakarotto's mate. He turned around and saw Radditz attacking an unsuspecting Kakarotto from behind, shoving the blade of a knife though his left shoulder, which missed the heart just by inches, letting the younger Saiyajin crumble to the ground. The next things happened almost in slow motion. Alarmed by his mother's scream, the brat looked up, realizing what was most likely going to happen. A yell of rage emitted of his throat, calling out for his father. He jumped up and rushed towards a totally unprepared Radditz, kicking him hard in his guts, who was thrown back by the surprise of the incredible strong attack of the small boy. Stunned by this, Radditz didn't react to defend himself against the fury of attacks that followed. He first regained his composure a few seconds later and then expanded his fists, hitting the boy hard in his chest, knocking the winds out of him.

"You stupid little brat!" Radditz spat, holding Gohan up by his throat, slowly squeezing it. "How could you dare to attack me? You will pay for this." Saying that, he tightened his grip around the boy's neck, letting him choke for air.

"Gohan…" they heard Goku mumbled, and watched how the man tried to get up again, clutching the bleeding wound at his chest. He stumbled a few meters forward and then fell again.

But suddenly, shortly before Gohan lost consciousness, Radditz felt a sharp pain in his right upper arm, causing him to let the boy go. He looked at it and found blood coming out of a deep gash at his arm. "What the…? Who did this?" he yelled.

"Me!" They all turned their heads to the remains of the crumbled house.

Gohan, who was lying on the floor, forced his eyes open, just to see a blurry vision of something green standing there. He smiled lightly. "Piccolo…"

Vegeta growled. He had thought that the Namek was dead, buried under the ruins of the house. He looked at Kakarotto and his son. They will live. He was almost relieved. The woman wouldn't have liked it, when they were dead. Suddenly he felt a gaze on him. He turned his head and noticed that old Namek looking at him. He quickly looked back to his men. "Nappa, Radditz, let's go! Now! You have made enough trouble for today!" Not daring to say anything, they silently obeyed and followed their Prince. "And remember Kakarotto. Someday you will be thankful that you're one of us."

Watching warily the retreat of the three Saiyajins, the others first dared to make a move, but as soon as they had completely disappeared ChiChi dashed over to where Goku was lying and Gohan slowly got up to crawl over to his father. Carefully turning him around, ChiChi cradled Goku in her arms, soon having blood all over her clothes. "Goku… Please, say something…"

Goku's eyes fluttered open. God, everything hurt so much. "ChiChi?" he managed to choke out. "Where's Gohan?"

"I'm right here, dad…" Gohan answered, his eyes filled with tears. He didn't want to lose his father, not now! "Piccolo saved me…"

"Piccolo?" Goku slowly turned his head and then saw the Namek limping towards him. A small smile tugged at his mouth. "You've gotten out…"

Piccolo smirked at him. "It needs more than a crumbling house to finish me off." He looked over to Dende and nodded at him, who then exchanged a look with the eldest and finally started to walk towards them. "Gohan, Lady ChiChi, please let Dende take a look at Son Goku." At the strange looks he was receiving from mother and child, he explained further, "Dende is one of the few Nameks, who have the gift to heal people."

Understanding that Dende could help Goku, they let the young Namek taking a look at him. He put his hands over the bleeding wound and soon a golden light was emanating from his hands, healing the wound. After not even a minute he removed the hands and Goku sat up startled. The Saiyajin flexed his muscles in his left arm and smiled at the young Namek. "Thanks Dende. But now you should heal Piccolo."

"Okay…" With that Dende went to the other Namek, also healing all the wounds he had received, as the house had collapsed.

In the meantime Goku walked up to the eldest. "I'm sorry Saichourou. It's particularly my fault that this had happened. I really would like to help you, since you were so friendly to us. But we have to leave as soon as possible. We don't have much time. Radditz is hurt, but I don't think that this will stop them to look for the other Dragonballs. And they do still have Bulma. I hope you understand that."

The eldest nodded thoughtfully. "I understand you, Son Goku. Don't worry, my people have the fire already under control. You should go to your men. They are at the harbor, helping my people. Go now and take Dende with you. He will be able to help you in many ways.

While Goku and the eldest were talking, Nail went over to where Dende was healing Piccolo. Dende had just finished as Nail arrived. "I guess you'll leave again now…" Nail said to his brother.

Piccolo nodded shortly. "I think you know why. As Son Goku is telling Saichourou we don't have much time."

"Well, then…" Nail hesitatingly extended his hand. "You've saved my life, Piccolo. I wanted to thank you for this. The eldest is right. You have changed. You have not just helped me, but also your friends. From now on I will be able to call you my brother again."

Piccolo looked at him surprised, but finally took the hand, shaking it. "Thank you Nail. You don't know how much that means to me. Goodbye."

Nail smiled. "Goodbye Piccolo. Be careful." Piccolo allowed himself for a tiny moment to smile back, before he turned to go.

"Thanks again, Saichourou, for everything." After saying that, Goku turned to go, wanting to follow his son, ChiChi, Piccolo and Dende, but was stopped by the eldest.

"Oh, and Son Goku? Don't be so harsh with the Prince. He is not like you think he is. Somewhere deep inside of him something had awoken. He had started to care, even though he doesn't want to admit it to himself. Remember that every person deserves a second chance," the eldest reminded him.

"I will think about it," Goku answered, even though he was quite sure that the eldest must be wrong. He couldn't understand how he could say something like that, after the Saiyajins had burned down this town. If possible his hatred towards the Saiyajins had even grown in the last day. Vegeta was a cold-blooded killer with no heart. After everything he had done, he didn't deserve a second chance. "Farewell…" Turning around Goku followed his friends to the harbor.

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I know, much dialogue and acting and not much thinking in this chapter… But I hope that you like it though. It was kinda hard to write it, so I have no idea if it was good… But please tell me, okay?

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