Krillin yawned as he looked out the window in Ryo-Oki, at the stars that they were flying passed, they had already easily blown through Earth's solar system. In fact it only took three hours to clear their solar system. According to Ryoko, Ryo-Oki was a getaway ship, and couldn't even take them halfway to Jurai. So they were heading to Galaxy Police HQ to get into Kiyone's ship Yagami, which could make such a trip. Krillin wasn't sure of the actual point of this trip. It was probably because they just needed to get away from Earth right now. Salga had beaten Gotenks, and blew up the Lookout, and he wasn't even close to going to his full power, according to Tei anyway. He wasn't sure what good it would do them going there as well. But he figured they just need some distance between them and Salga in order to train without any real pressure. There was still one thing that confused him though.
"Hey, we're still pretty much in our dimension right? How can Jurai exist then?"
"Space doesn't change with dimensions. Sure there might be a planet or galaxy added or two, but for the most part it doesn't change," Washu answered without looking up from her computer.
"So just what do we do when we reach Jurai anyway? Is there a special room or something that can help us?"
"No we just need to get some distance between us and Salga. He's just way too powerful for us now," Piccolo answered, and returned to his meditation. Krillin could tell everyone was on edge pretty much. That was understandable though. Salga did pretty much take over the Earth, and they were powerless to stop it. The former monk couldn't help but wonder, what was next for them?
OOOOO
Salga sighed as he lifted himself in the air, leaving the Indian village in flames, and all the residents dead. Needless to say, the conqueror was bored again. It had taken him exactly 20 seconds to level this whole village and everyone in it. It would have taken 10, but these people were too stubborn. He let out another extremely board sigh. At this rate it would only take him and his army only two days to completely take over this pathetic planet, and have everyone under his control. The conqueror yawned as he flew towards his ship. He was already bored out of his mind. There were absolutely no fighters on this planet, no, not even in this entire galaxy that were at his level. No one even reached a quarter of his full power. Already he was starting to regret driving those fighters away. They might have been weak but at least they kept him entertained. And at least he had to power up a little bit when fighting that fused child. And the spiky haired fighter in the orange gi and his son provided him with entertaining fights. They were hardly close to worthy opponents but they were good enough to keep him occupied for a few hours in the day.
He had no idea where they had gone, but that didn't matter, he would find them. It was for nothing else besides trying to get at least some fun in this little venture. Had he known that his brother's killer was a weakling, and the planet he was defending was so pathetic, he wouldn't have bothered. But he was already involved, and there was no backing out of it without completely ruining his reputation. The conqueror pulled out a communicator to his ship.
"Ginju."
"Yes master?"
"I want you to find a ship for me."
"A ship sir?" Ginju repeated, not sure of his master's intentions. "Are these people who have defied you sir?"
"Something like that. Now do it."
"Yes sir! Oh and because you have cleared out any defiance, do you wish to send the signal to your soldiers?"
"Do what you want. My only real concern is that ship. Now find it! It is a space pirate getaway ship called Ryo-Oki I believe. Just hack the Galaxy Police records I'm sure you'll find it."
"Yes master. Oh and orders from him." Salga instantly scowled. Him, the one who dared to order him around like a lowly soldier. No matter how strong he was, that person was five times stronger. He had no choice but to obey, no matter how much it pissed him off. He had been following his orders ever since he was born after all, but that still didn't mean he was used to it. One day, he would kill that person.
"I'll read it later. Just find that ship."
"Yes sir."
OOOOO
Melanie let out a loud groan as she eroded away another cliff with one of her water techniques. She looked over to Shakaku who was lazing around in the sun, and Akira was just sitting not moving a muscle. Haouro was just sleeping against a cliff as if he didn't have a care in the world. The water fighter let out another groan and reduced two cliffs to nothing but smooth stones. She had no idea why Salga had assigned her to this mission; it was so boring and stressful. She had to keep Akira in line, Shakaku from getting himself killed trying to fight him, and get Haouro to stop spitting out sarcastic remarks every time she gave him an order. And to make matters worse, she was informed that her sister, Lina, would be joining them too. If things were bad now, she thought, with the addition of Lina, this whole situation would get ten times worse.
A loud beeping caught the four bored soldiers' attention. Melanie opened her space pod, and her face literally brightened.
"Guys! Guys!" she screamed like it was Christmas. "It's the signal! It's the signal from the ship! We can begin the attack now!"
"Finally! God, I thought Salga forgot about us!" Shakaku exclaimed as he got up and stretched. "What's our first hit?"
"Some place called West City, then Orange Star city," Melanie. "Shakaku, Akira, you guys take Orange Star, Haouro, and I will take West City, okay?"
"Hey! Why the hell do I have to get stuck with Akira!" Shakaku protested. The blue haired girl rolled her eyes in frustration, and ignored her complaining brother.
"Any questions of significance?" she emphasized. When she received no response, besides that of Shakaku's muttering of how he's going to kill her and place her head on his shelf back on the ship, Melanie smirked darkly. "Alright then. Let's get thing started! Let's go!" And with that the four soldiers flew off towards their assignments. The attack on Earth had officially begun.
OOOOO
As Gohan flew away from the canyon, which formally held the mighty dragon Saioyoshi, his mind couldn't help but be filled with questions. He had questions about where this training was getting him, how his grandfather knew about his dragon wings, how everyone was doing back on Earth, and if he would ever see them again in times of peace. The half Saiyan let out a sigh and looked at the fang he had taken from the dragon. He kept on looking at it from every angle he could think of but every time he saw it as just a dragon's fang, what was so great about it? His thoughts were broken when he sensed his grandfather down below and another ki that was new.
"Hey!" Bardock called. "Great job kid!" As Gohan landed he saw that his grandfather was with an old man. His skin completely filled to the maximum with wrinkles and liver spots, the young man could even them on his eyelids. He wore an old and withered purple gi with some beads on his left wrist. His long bread that went down into the center of his crossed legs covered his mouth. His eyelids opened slowly and his black eyes scanned Gohan from head to toe.
"So you're the one who killed Saioyoshi?" the old man then scoffed. "Don't look like much to me. Bardock are you sure you want this wimp to be trained by me? He'll become nothing but a floating sprit once I'm done with him."
"Yeah I'm sure. I mean you trained me after all when I got here," Bardock replied.
"This guy trained you grandpa? Who is he?"
"Jirojin Kurosaka," Bardock introduced. "A famous trainer around this part of Other World. He trained when I first got here. And I think he's just the kind of master you need." The old man stood on his short stumpy legs and Gohan looked at his full height. He barely reached the middle of his kneecap. The half Saiyan couldn't help but be a little skeptical at this old man.
The elderly trainer made some grunting sounds as he circled around Gohan, with his wrinkled old hand stroking his long bread as he walked. Gohan watched as the old man circled around him a second time muttering things he couldn't understand, and then finally the old man said,
"Hold out your arm boy."
"Huh?" was Gohan's only response.
"Don't make me repeated myself kid!" he exclaimed. "Now do it!" Gohan just nodded and did as he was told. The old man examined his arm, muttering even more phrases Gohan couldn't make out.
"Well," Bardock said. "Will you train him?"
"That remains to be seen," the old man replied. "Boy, punch me."
"Say what!" But Gohan only received a whack on the head with his cane. "Ow!"
"Do it!" Gohan, not sure what to expect at all, threw a simple and slow punch. To his amazement all he hit was air. He wondered where the old man went, but he got his answer when he heard a grunt, on his shoulder.
"What-the!" The half Saiyan exclaimed when he looked and saw the old man sitting leisurely on his shoulder.
"What the heck do you plan on hitting with such a simple punch kid?" Gohan raised his eyebrows and attacked again with more speed this time. But this time he only nearly knocked his own shoulder bone out of place. He whirled his head around to find the old man sitting crossed legged on the ground with a sigh.
"How in the world!" Kurosaka just chuckled as he watched the half Saiyan's bewilderment.
"Are you sure he is the one who killed Saioyoshi?" he asked Bardock again. When he turned his head, Gohan went on the attack. But Kurosaka just sidestepped the punch with his head still facing Bardock. Gohan slid along the ground and dashed towards the old master again. The master kept dodging the young man's punches as if they were nothing. Gohan threw another punch, only to have it caught by the old man. No matter how hard he pulled, Gohan just couldn't get free.
'Damn this old guy is strong!' As he struggled with all his might the old man just shook his head.
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, such a weak wrist. I'm surprised you can do damage at all with such a weak arm." Gohan finally freed himself from the old man's grip and jumped back.
"I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice! Ka Me Ha Me HA!"
"That's more like it," Kurosaki muttered. When the wave was inches from his face, the old man thrust out his hands blowing back the blast to its sender.
"What the-!" Gohan exclaimed and dodged his own attack. "What was that?" Kurosaki cracked his neck as he walked towards the young man.
"All right that's enough," he announced.
"How did you deflect my attack?" Gohan asked in amazement. "I didn't sense your ki at all! I didn't even feel it spike!" The old man just sighed and shook his head.
"Using your body's energy can only take you so far child. And it's not you're only source of power. There is also your mind and sprit energy. Combining all three of these energies creates a new almost unstoppable energy. That is the style I use. And that is the power I'm going to teach you." It took a while for his words to sink in.
"Wait, you're going to train me? For real?" Kurosaki nodded.
"Although you do lack focus, you're sprit energy is a wreak, your body isn't exactly what I call damaging, and your lack of emotional control will cause your downfall one day, but we'll fix all that. Now come with me." The old man began to walk leaving a perplexed Gohan. He couldn't help but wonder how much this training would help.
OOOOO
The screams of people pierced the air as the ground shook violently and buildings crumbled. A large group of people ran for their lives, but their path was blocked with a large wall of rock sprouted from the ground. They didn't have much time to wonder how it got there, because as soon as the wall came up, lighting rained down on them, killing them all within seconds.
"Ha! This is way too easy!" Shakaku laughed as he zapped another group of terrified civilians. "With you here Akira it just makes it way too easy!" Akira replied by stomping his foot on the ground, causing a large rock to fly up in front of him. With a fast kick, the rock was sent flying, and landed on a group of people trying to hide.
"Yes. Easy," he muttered darkly.
"So creepy!" Shakaku mumbled and zapped another group of people. "I just hope Melanie is having more fun than I am!"
In West City, people fled for their lives as a massive tidal wave crashed into the city and completely flooded it. Melanie just sighed as she watched from above. While she was grateful that this place was near water, but she was so disappointed and bored that it was so easy. She had waited so long for the signal to finally attack this worthless planet, and when it finally came, it was a major bore. All she had to do was summon enough power to create a Mega Tsunami. She rolled her eyes as the wave took a building called Capsule Corp. completely underwater.
OOOOO
When Salga returned to his ship, he was bombarded with news of the first attack, and the amount of cities that have fallen so far. He rolled his eyes, he was in no mood to deal with this right now. Now, he had to contact him. He absolutely hated doing this, but he had no choice. He ordered all his retainers away the second he entered his room. He flipped a switch that activated a monitor, and sat in his huge chair.
When the monitor turned on, Salga was met with static and fuzz. But it soon cleared to reveal a figure that was completely covered by shadows.
"It's good to see you again, Salga-sama," the figure openly mocked, which caused a scowl to appear on Salga's face.
"Make this quick," Salga replied bitterly. The figure just chuckled.
"Like your in any position to give me orders." Salga's scowl only increased at this.
"I said make this quick," he growled. The figure chuckled again.
"Of course, of course. What I ask for is very simple. Not even you can mess this up. I require you to retrieve something very special. It is a sword from centuries ago. It is from around the time when Gallio was running amuck throughout the universe, so it a very old sword. But it's power is almost beyond compare. Get this sword for me Salga, is all I ask."
"You expect me to waste men, resources, and my time, just to be your damn delivery boy!" Salga yelled with his aura already rising around him. The figure on the monitor seemed unfazed though.
"Don't worry. You won't be wasting men, or resources, because I am requiring you to go yourself. And three others that you wish." Salga gritted his teeth and made a tight fist that started to glow red. The figure let out another laugh as he watched the conqueror.
"You expect me to waste my time looking for a useless relic!" By now Salga's aura had increased greatly and had nearly taken up his entire room.
"Of course Salga. With you on the job I just know it'll go perfectly!" The conqueror's fist was completely red by now and a powerful and dangerous ball of ki was beginning to form. "Oh, but don't blow it just yet. I haven't even told you where it is yet."
"Where!" Was all Salga could say with his anger in full control.
"Galaxy Police Headquarters. Oh yes, and please hurry, I want it by this time tomorrow!" With that the screen went back to fuzz, and Salga unleashed his anger on the unfortunate monitor.
"GINJU!" he bellowed. Within seconds his right hand man came in the room, his knees instantly shaking when he saw his master's room in such disarray, and saw that the monitor that was once there was completely destroyed.
"Y-Y-Y-Yes, my lord?"
"Plot a course for Galaxy Police Headquarters! Get me Melanie, Shakaku, and Akira. And for god's sake, order me a new monitor!" Ginju stood frozen even after his master passed him. "Well what the hell are you waiting for! Fulfill my orders before I kill you!"
"Y-Y-Yes sir!"
OOOOO
Shakaku was in the middle of zapping another group of people trying to hide, while Akira crushed fleeing group. This city was pretty much taken anyway. A large majority of the people were killed and the few that did survive would be killed sooner or later anyway. There was really no point in dragging this out any longer, unless he wanted to squeeze as much fun out of it as he could.
Shakaku was about to call in Akira when his communicator went off. It was Ginju with a message from Salga to return to the ship. Normally he would have complained but this mission was starting to get boring fast already.
"Hey Akira, new orders, let's go!" he called, but the teen just ignored him and demolished another building. "Would you come on! Do you want Salga to pound the crap out of us?" Akira once again ignored him and made two more buildings collapse just by stomping his foot. "Look do want Salga to be angry with us or not!" Akira looked over to the Lighting user, and for a long second, Shakaku thought he was going to attack him. But he let out an unconscious sigh of relief when Akira took to the air.
"I just had to be stuck with him!"
It only took a few minutes before the three were assembled at the bridge on Salga's ship. When they reached, they were met with a very angry master, and they knew they were already on thin ice.
"I just received orders that we are to infiltrate the Galaxy Police Headquarters and retrieve a relic of a sword. This mission is not optional! We four must do it within 24 hours! Do you understand!" The three nodded carefully, as if nodding too fast was enough to set their master off right now. "Well if you do understand, why are you still here! Get to the ship!"
"Yes sir!"
OOOOO
"Are we there yet?" Krillin asked with a sigh, only to be pounded on his head by his wife.
"Don't even start with that!"
"Actually Krillin," Kiyone said. "We are here." Outside was the massive headquarters of the Galaxy Police.
"Whoa!" Yamcha exclaimed. "It's huge!"
"First Class Officer Kiyone reporting," Kiyone announced as she activated the communication panel. "Requesting docking."
"Request granted. Please wait a moment." Within a few minutes Ryo-Oki was on the docking bay surrounded by hundreds of police ships and officers in the area.
"Feels kind of weird having Ryo-Oki here," Ryoko said as the group disembarked.
"Didn't they grant you pardon?" Washu asked the pirate.
"Well yeah, but I'm still pirate in my eyes."
"You wouldn't know that the way you act around Tenchi," the scientist snickered.
"Now all I have to do is register our course and we'll be good to go. Come on Mihoshi!"
"Hey! Kiyone!" Goku called at the officers. "Where's the cafeteria? I'm starving!"
"Goku!" Chi-Chi scolded.
"What! I'm starving to death over here!"
"Yeah I'm hungry too!" Goten agreed.
"Me too!" Trunks chirped in. Chi-Chi and Bulma groaned.
"Here, I'll take them," Tenchi offered, causing a cheer from the three.
"Well then what are the rest of us supposed to do?" Chi-Chi wondered.
"Wait. You should be used to that by now Chi-Chi," Bulma replied as she sat down.
"You have no idea," Chi-Chi sighed.
OOOOO
"So that's the situation chief," Kiyone explained.
"Ah I see. So you and your little group is escorting the princesses to Jurai to see their parents again. I see, how admirable."
"Ehhh?" Mihoshi exclaimed. "But Kiyone I thought-!" But her partner quickly covered her mouth.
"Don't say anything Mihoshi!" Kiyone growled, making the blonde nod. Kiyone really didn't want her fellow Galaxy Police officers getting involved in this. She saw how powerful Salga was and if she told the chief what was really going on, no doubt he would send countless officers to apprehend Salga. And no doubt they would all be annihilated.
"Is there more Kiyone?" the chief asked as he looked suspiciously at Mihoshi.
"No, no, no sir. It's just as I said. Now if you'll excuse us, we'll just let ourselves out." Once the two officers were out of the room, Kiyone let out a sigh of relief. "Jeez! You have the biggest mouth Mihoshi!"
"I'm sorry Kiyone, but it's not good to lie to the chief."
"I know," Kiyone sighed. "But it's probably not a good idea to get other people involved in this mess."
"Why?" Kiyone was about to answer when a sudden rumbling came out from nowhere. It began to make the entire headquarters shake like crazy.
"What the hell!"
"An earthquake!"
"We're in space so of course not!"
"What else could it be!" The rumbling only seemed to get worse until something exploded. "What was that now? I'm scared Kiyone!"
"It sounded like an explosion! Come we have to see what it is!"
"Do we have to?"
"Yes! Now let's go!"
OOOOO
Goku rushed through the hallway as the rumbling began to get worse and worse. About five minutes ago he was chowing down on practically anything and everything they had in the cafeteria, and then this weird rumbling started. But what had Goku running through the hallways wasn't the rumbling it was the massive kis that he was sensing, and there was one that he recognized all too well. He could have easily used his Instant Transmission, but he couldn't really tell where these kis were coming from, they seemed all over the place. And if Salga really was here, he hoped the others sensed him and were planning on escaping.
The orange clad Saiyan turned a corner, only to have his worst fears realized. Standing only a few feet away from him was Salga and three of his soldiers, one of which he recognized as Shakaku. Salga batted him an eye and chuckled. Whatever bad mood he was in, it seemed to be lifted when he saw Goku.
"Well, well, isn't this a nice surprise. I must say you couldn't have come at a better time. I was feeling very angry recently, and you are the perfect person to, as they say, vent on."
"What do you want here Salga?" Goku asked as he quickly went into SSJ 3, and went into a stance.
"I just came here with some friends for a little retrieval. But if you want to fight, then by all means I'll grant your request. Melanie, Shakaku, Akira, go do the mission, I'll keep our little guest entertained."
"Yes sir." They said at once and ran off.
"Shall we begin?"
"As you wish."
AN: Guess who's back? I'm am so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry I gave up on this fic for so long. It just felt hallow to me, and for the life of me I couldn't make it any better. I knew I should have left a note or something, but I thought something would come to me soon. But as it turns out, nothing came for a long while. I was really ready to delete it, or at least start over. Then I read through it again, in it's entirety and realized I left so many things unsaid it would be stupid just to give up. But I just couldn't get that same feeling I had when I was writing Gallio Saga. So I was about to give up again, but then….
It's amazing how just watching one episode of DBZ can effect you.
I was bored yesterday morning, and I'm not sure why, but I just felt like watching a DBZ episode. They had On Demand, but it was just the wrap up of the Garlic Jr. saga, not very action packed. So I went to and just randomly typed in Goku vs. Cell. And I watched the first episode.
Should have done that a loooooooooong time ago.
Within minutes I watching every episode of that fight and by the end of the day I was done with the Cell saga and a new will to write this fic. So ever since I've been watching DBZ episodes and AMVs all day trying to get that feeling back, and keep this new will going. I'm not sure if this fic is back for good or not yet, but here's hoping it is. So wish me luck, and enjoy the preview for the next chapter. (A new thing I started. I'm doing it with my other fic too)
Goku: Hey this is Goku here, and next time things get pretty ugly as I fight Salga for a second time. Things get even worse when Piccolo has a run in with Melanie, and Vegeta gets another shot at Shakaku.
Vegeta: I swear I will kill that child this time. No holding back!
Goku: And wait….if all of us are fighting them? Who's fighting Akira?
Buu: Buu think you weird!
Goku: Oh no! So join us next time for: "Fight for Escape!" Next Salga Saga, see you then!