AN- First off, my humblest apologizes. I went on a sort of vacation, and then everytime I tried to finish this, one or two lines just evaded me. Couldn't get this thing done. I have been awake for about 52 hours now, so I thought now would be as good a time as any. If there are any errors, try to take them in stride. Although I think it came out okay, if I do say so myself. Once again, sorry for the wait, and after some terrible work that my professor has given me has been completed, I shall work on the next chapter. This chapters kinda long, though, so hopefully it will hold you. Once again, I will hold a little Q&A in an author's note at the end of the chap.
"We'll never tell you, scum!"
A purple fist flew threw the air, going clean through the green skull of a Namekian warrior. The great purple creature shook his head. "These foolish people should just come to the realization that resisting Lord Frieza is a waste. Now, let's just see where they have the dragonball hidden.." Around him lay the crushed remains of Namekian huts. The roofs were caved in, and rubble and blood were strewn across the once tranquil Namekian village.
Dodoria consulted his scouter, numbers flashing by rapidly. One number seemed to jump out and him, and a look of shock and excitement crossed his face.
"19,000...? And it's coming right for me… good. I've been bored lately.." Dodoria licked his lips in anticipation as he turned to face the oncoming stranger. None of the Nameks so far have exceeded four thousand... There is the extremely powerful one, but his number was 42,000... this can't be him. Where did this one come from?...
A powerful gray aura ripped through the sky and headed directly toward the alien. Without even stopping to find out who it was, Piccolo smashed his knee into the side of Dodoria's head. There was a sickening crunch as bone met bone. Dodoria skidded into the ground and knocked dust up all around him. For only nineteen thousand, he certainly packs a punch...
He slowly stood up and smiled. "Well well, so it is a Namek. I'm impressed."
Piccolo floated several feet away, his arms crossed and his cape swaying in the breeze. "Well, I'm not. You've murdered my people."
Dodoria smiled. "I was simply doing my job. I meant them no harm. They simply didn't give us the inform..."
The purple officer's sentence was cut off as Piccolo smashed his elbow into his temple, knocking him through several large outcroppings of rock. Piccolo was barely containing his rage. Anger was welling in him, and it was all he could do to keep it from bursting out in an explosion of ki.
"Meant them no harm! You slaughtered them! This was once a village, and now there is nothing but rubble!"
Inside his head, Piccolo felt a strange memory begin to surface.
He was looking down at a young boy. The boy looked just like Goku. This isn't me... is it? Everything besides the boy was fuzzy, small details escaping the eye. All that could be heard was the young fighter's screams.
"Now, King Piccolo! You're gonna pay for all the people you killed! Krillin! And the old man! And Kinto un! I want them back!"
The small boy's rage boiled, and he charged a blue ball of energy in his hand.
When is this? It seemed vaguely familiar, almost like a dream he had had long ago. The young Goku turned his Kamehameha to the ground, instead of at his opponent.
"I'll gamble everything on this one fist!" The blast propelled Goku into the air at a violent speed, the air ripping out of the way in his wake. There was a loud roar, and then Goku was through the other side. Suddenly there was another voice. It sounds just like my own... but...
"My... son... will destroy you... Goku..."
This is my birth! My father, he was no better than this purple thing here... and that is why I hate Goku?...What have I been doing?...
As quickly as the memory came, an even fuzzier one replaced it. He was holding a crying human in his hand, his other fist poised to strike. What?... I never... ah. I must have some of my sire's memories... this... this is his work?... This is what he stood for?...Bodies of humans were littered everywhere, the ground painted red with disaster. Smaller demons were gathered over some of the fallen humans. The sounds that came from that direction grated on Piccolo's ears, paining his very soul.
He wanted to shut his eyes as the fist ripped through the fragile human. This is just like what happened to the Nameks!... That's the only reason Goku killed my father... and knowing this, he gave me a second chance... and what have I done with it?...
Piccolo snapped back to the here and now. Dodoria had managed to stand back up, but the grin had never left his face.
"Well, you are certainly full of spunk, aren't you? But I'm afraid you have no chance!"
The Namekian snorted. "You're bluffing."
"Am I? Your power level peaks at 19,000. I can go to 22,000, maybe 23,000 on a good day."
Piccolo spat at the ground. "Those numbers aren't everything. I have to win! Not only to avenge those Nameks, but to pay for my past!"
The green skinned warrior dashed forward, throwing out a flurry of punches. Dodoria began dodging, obviously much faster than the Namek. Piccolo's desperation became apparent as he began to lose ground. I can't touch this guy! I guess I have to go all out!
He took to the air and ripped off his cape and turban. They smashed into the ground with a solid crunch, breaking a rock. Dodoria gave the Namek an estranged stare.
"What was that?"
Piccolo smirked. "If I were you, I would check that scouter again, punk."
Dodoria pushed a few buttons on his headpiece. "What are you talking about... hmm." Dodoria stopped, slightly shocked, but not afraid. "Wow. You've managed to raise your power level a whopping 700 points. Now you are almost at twenty thousand. Is this supposed to scare me?"
Piccolo allowed his aura to push out around him, the green tinted sky being blocked out by a gray flare. "You may still be stronger, but now I have the speed advantage."
Dodoria's pink aura surrounded him as he flew up towards the Namek. "How presumptuous! You honestly mean to believe that you could defeat me!"
Dodoria threw a punch, but it did not hit its mark. Piccolo disappeared, and reappeared on the other side of him. He brought an energy enhanced claw down into Dodoria's neck, slamming him back towards the ground. "Is that as fast as you can go? I hope you can do better than that!"
Dodoria climbed out of his personal crater and growled. "That does it! No more clowning around!"
His pink aura flared even stronger than before and he pulled his hands back, letting his life force flow down into his hands. "Now you die!" He began rapidly shooting off blasts, a trail of pink destruction trailing the Namek as he maneuvered around the attacks. One of the balls managed to clip his shoulder, and he was forced to land. He clutched at his shoulder and tried to come up with a strategy.
I'll need a powerful attack to leave some damage on this one. I was saving this for Goku, but I suppose it won't be necessary any more. I'll just need a few seconds... need to buy some time.
Dodoria was closing in on him, a big grin on his bulbous face. "You see? Your power is nothing compared to mine!"
Piccolo closed his eyes in defeat. "Why are you killing these people?"
Dodoria laughed. "Like I said, we wouldn't have killed them if they had cooperated..."
"Why! What did you want them to do?"
He shrugged. "I simply needed them to tell me where they kept the dragonball. Each village keeps a dragonball hidden, and they said they only give it to a 'hero'. Very uncooperative."
Just keep talking a little longer, you damn monster... The energy was almost built. He won't even know what hit him... A spark was building up between his two fingers. In one lightning quick flash, he thrusted his fingers out, a spiral beam erupting from them faster than light. Dodoria's scouter beeped out a warning, and he quickly threw himself to the side. The beam missed it's mark, but managed to take a small chunk out of his side.
"You! You'll... you'll pay for that!"
Clutching his side, he began to let his rage fill out his aura, the pink changing into a dark purple. Waves of pulsating ki began to eat away the ground from underneath him. Piccolo's eyes went wide.
"Damnation..." he managed to murmur. All of the energy from the aura concentrated into his mouth, and formed a beam. Piccolo turned and fled to the sky, hoping to avoid the attack. The blast ripped through the air, and before Piccolo could react, the blast caught up with him and a bright light engulfed him. There was a violent explosion, and Piccolo's unconscious body fell, smoking, when he crashed into a mountain, the large mass of rock his seeming grave. Dodoria checked his scouter. "Hmm. No reading." He shrugged. "Oh well. Certainly a lot more talk than fight." Although he did manage to leave his mark. That damn Namek... I need to regenerate all this lost tissue... Dodoria took to the sky, heading toward Frieza's ship where the medical bay was waiting.
Zarbon flew through the air, the wind pressing his hair back as he headed for one of the Namek villages. I still don't understand what Lord Frieza needs these dragonballs for anyway... What could he possibly need that he doesn't have? Still, it doesn't do to question him... He was so busy looking down for a village, that he nearly flew right into Vegeta, who was floating directly in his path with his arms crossed and a cocky smirk.
"V...Vegeta!... What are you doing here? I heard you vanished..."
Vegeta snorted. "Vanished? That's a way to put it. I've been training."
Zarbon turned on his scouter and shook his head. "You couldn't be that much stronger... you were only at 10,000 last I saw you... what!"
Vegeta nodded. "Vanished indeed. Well, I'm back now, Zarbon."
The number showing on Zarbon's scouter visibly shook him. "But...? 25,000? In a year? How did you manage it?"
"That's none of your concern, lapdog. I'm here to destroy you."
Zarbon shook his head. "Now, don't get too cocky. You aren't that much more powerful than me. You, of all people should know, no victory is a certain victory."
Vegeta's smirk hadn't left his face. "Perhaps I alone could not stop you. But perhaps you should look behind you."
Zarbon turned, and Goku was floating there, a smile on his face.
"Who?... He's at twenty five thousand as well?"
"Kakarot! You stay out of this! I'll handle him on my own!"
Goku gave Vegeta a concerned look. "Are you sure? His power feels pretty strong."
Vegeta snapped around. "Don't you dare patronize me, Kakarot! I am your prince! You would do well to remember that! Now, stay out!"
Vegeta's ki flared up around him as he shot off at Zarbon. I'll be damned if I allow Kakarot to show me up! I am his superior! Zarbon tried to move to the side, but Vegeta's rage was fueling him, and he brought his fist into the blue fighter's jaw. He tumbled back, barely stopping himself from crashing into the side of a mountain. Fear flashed in his eyes for a mere second, but it was more than enough to catch Vegeta's attention. A cruel smile lit up on his face. "How does it feel, Zarbon? How does it feel to be inferior?"
Zarbon glared at Vegeta. "Inferior? You have no idea what you are getting yourself into!"
Vegeta's grin widened as he slammed his fist into Zarbon's stomach."For years, you damn freaks have ridiculed the saiyan race! You have made a mockery of me, the prince of the greatest warrior race in the universe!" His rage was building with each word he spoke, and he emphasized his anger with another crushing blow that went further into Zarbon's abdomen. His eyes nearly came out of their sockets. A small trickle of blood dripped from his mouth, and a small smile crept onto his face. "I warned you, Vegeta. Now I will show you just how inferior you stupid monkeys are."
Vegeta was pushed back slightly as Zarbon's energy rose sharply. A light blue aura rose around him, and his body began to change. There was a sharp roar, and when Vegeta looked back up at Zarbon, his visage had changed from handsome to grotesque. There was much more mass on his body, and his energy had skyrocketed. W...What is this?... Vegeta shook his head and put on his game face. "So? You simply got ugly! Is this supposed to frighten me?"
Zarbon's deformed face smiled. "No... mere looks wouldn't scare you. You saiyans are brutes, and all you would respond to would be force. My face won't frighten you, Vegeta, but perhaps this will!" He dashed forward, his elbow driving into Vegeta's ribs, knocking the wind out of the off guard prince. He crashed into the ground, sending up small rocks and dust. Zarbon pulled his hand up over his head and charged up a ball of energy extremely quick.
"Good bye, sweet prince!" The blue ball of energy rocketed down toward the ground, making a sound similar to silk ripping as it tore through the air. There was a slight blur right as the blast smashed into the earth. When the smoke cleared, there was nothing left. Zarbon scouter beeped, and he detected two life forms behind him. He turned, and saw Vegeta being held by Goku. Goku's playful look was gone, and replaced with one of stern reproachment.
"He was beaten. You didn't need to throw that energy." he stated calmly.
Zarbon laughed. "Aw. Is the little monkey trying to defend his prince?" he asked in a singsong mocking voice.
Vegeta stirred, drifting back into semi consciousness. He looked at Goku, turned to the smoldering ground, and put two and two together. His fist shot out and smashed into Goku's jaw, causing earth's hero to drop the half awake prince. He tumbled, no energy available to stop his decent, and he smashed into the ground. He struggled to pull up his head and mutter, "Damn you, Kakarot..." before his head fell to the ground. How dare he! To save me, as if I was some helpless wretch! I am not defenseless! How dare he steal my pride! How... how dare he... he thought as he wavered into unconsciousness.
Above the conflicted prince, Goku glared at Zarbon. "I've only met you for a few minutes, and I already don't like you. Vegeta might not be the nicest person, but you went too far. You're a monster."
Zarbon pretended to be hurt. "It's the face that gives it away, isn't it?"
Goku wordlessly dashed at the hideous fighter, bringing his knee into the abdomen. There was a sharp intake of air, but Zarbon recovered quickly, bringing his fist into Goku's chest. Goku fell backwards, clutching where he had been hit. His eyes narrowed for a second, and then he seemed to disappear. Zarbon's scouter beeped several times, and his fist lashed out at a seemingly random patch of air. The fist caught Goku, knocking him out of hyperspeed and sending him towards the ground.
He's too fast!...Goku cupped his hands at his side, preparing the signature move of the Kame Sennin style.
"Ka...me...ha..."
Zarbon slammed into Goku with a flying kick, sending the young hero skidding across the ground. Zarbon went to press the attack, when his scouter beeped again.
"Galick..." Purple electricity writhed in Vegeta's hands, as he prepared his signature attack. Even Zarbon couldn't react quickly enough, but he still sped off, the ground crumbling beneath him as he attempted to stop Vegeta.
"Ho!" The blast burst from Vegeta's hands, catching Zarbon full on the chest. He flipped backwards, but managed to flip midair, and bring himself to a stop. Vegeta dropped to his knees, the last of his energy spent. "D...damn you... you bastard..."
A blue fist flew up, poised for the finishing strike. "Time to put the monkeys to sleep..." Zarbon chuckled as he brought the hand down, the appendage a mere blur. Right before he reached his target, his scouter went off. Frieza's voice rung out, stopping Zarbon in his tracks.
"Zarbon! You have defeated the monkeys?"
Zarbon nodded out of habit, even though his master couldn't see him. "Yes, lord. There were two of them, and they are both very defeated."
"I see. Which ones? Was one of them Vegeta?"
"One is Vegeta, and the other one looks similar to Raditz."
"Similar? But it isn't him?"
"Unless Raditz got a haircut."
"Interesting... don't kill them, Zarbon. Bring them both to me."
"Yes, lord." Damn. Frieza always ruins my fun. Zarbon reverted back to his smaller state and hefted the saiyans onto his shoulders. Perhaps the master will still let me finish them off. I can't wait to see the look on Vegeta's face when he wakes up in Frieza's ship. Zarbon blasted off, and headed back towards the ship where his master was waiting.
AN- Well, there it is. the action has begun. To clear up one or two things,ummm.. lets see.
Someone asked if I was doing the whole series, Ginyu saga included. I state once more that I will go from here all the way through to the Buu saga. Who knows... they may even be one more suprise saga after that... (suspense, anyone?)
Someone also asked about Mr. Brolly. Well, all I can tell you, is that he will make an appearance at one point. When? How the hell should I know? next question.
Not really a question, but someone brought up the war going on at my "Super Smash Bros." review page. If you guys haven't looked yet, you should check it out. It's pretty entertaining. A few of my fans from this story went in there and said some stuff, which was very nice of you guys. Nice to know not everyone hates me. I was gonna say something back to the guy, but it seems rather silly and pointless. This is also not the first time Ive had someone bashing my Smash Bros story. Dunno how anyone could take that game so seriously. I mean, I love the game, but it isn't exactly known for its gripping plotline. yeesh. But I ramble. Anyways, that shall be all. If I didnt answer something you want answered, either A) You didn't ask
B)I just forgot
or C) It will ruin the surprise.
I look forward to hearing what you guys think!
