A/n: There's not going to be voting for the next couple chapters, sorry guys, but I need some time to do shit for myself, lol. Anyway, there will be some twists and turns to this story, but voting won't come back until chapter twelve, sorry. The majority of votes was to save trunks, but I'm gonna kill him anyway. Sorry.
Chapter Eight
The Death of a Fighter
The words that Goku heard came from a far off distance, but they were no doubt Vegeta's. They were Vegeta's punch line, when he said them, people would fear him. Anybody that wasn't a Saiyan, anyway. Soon Goku could hear Vegeta's voice clearer, and when he looked around, sure enough, there was Vegeta.
"Vegeta," Goku said. "Why are you here?"
"I haven't a clue, Kakarot. Why are you here?"
"Well, this guy killed Krillin. And Master Roshi. So now we're gonna either kill him, or make him wish he was dead. But Piccolo's the real master at that, aren't you, Piccolo?" Goku said.
"Huh, what… sure. I wasn't listening." Piccolo said.
"Oh," Goku said.
"Well," Vegeta said. "Who is he?"
"He's some Toggle named Greg Skiewizinski. You ever heard of him? I heard that Toggles come from the Saiyan part of the galaxy?" Goku asked.
"I've heard of Toggles," Vegeta said. "But not this one. The Toggles had a war with our ancestors. I hate them. They helped Frieza. They helped kill my family, father and all."
"So you'll help us kill him?" Goku pleaded.
"Well, I was kind of beating this guy on forty-Fifth Street, but sure; I'll kick his ass for you." Vegeta replied.
"Thank you."
"Whatever." But as soon as Vegeta said this, the Toggle was on his feet, and had his hands on Trunks. Vegeta, Piccolo, and Goku all ran for them, but it was too late…
A/n: Hmmmm... let's wait and see...