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Dragon Ball Z: The Catalyst
Act: III
Chapter 39: Control
Raditz:
It'd been weeks since he'd come to make his place once again on the Earth. For the first time in over a year, Raditz felt the world seemingly slow down. Everything had gotten faster until now. From the moment he came to the Earth originally, coming to claim Kakarot, to the battle with Frieza, everything had seemed to accelerate. It had all moved so quickly, so brutally, that with that all behind him, the world was almost unbearably slow.
In these weeks, Raditz had found himself in the midst of a deadlock. Vegeta and Turles were always something to consider with all of his actions. Worse, he always felt the need to keep track of them and where they were. Of course he didn't track them to protect the planet Earth, the two other Saiyans gave him plenty of reasons without even considering the well being of this mudball. Vegeta may attack and kill him at some point. Turles for his part, may try to conquer the Earth at any time. The main thing that kept them in line was hardly himself, or the Namek. The most likely thing that was holding everything in place was the idea that if they wished back Kakarot, they could learn to become a Super Saiyan, just as he had.
But to say that anything was stable was madness. Every moment he'd spent either at Kakarot's humble home, the Kame House, or at Bulma's compound, had felt tense. There were no moments of peace for him. The worst moments however were in the seconds he escaped the presence of others, when he was then given no peace by his failures. The most notable of all these failures, was the one which slowly began to creep back into his mind. His failure to save Violet wore around his neck like a great, heavy chain.
Even now, the Dragon Balls played at the back of his mind. The problem was all of these wishes the Namekians intended to use, were taken. To bring up Violet would do what? Especially when it was already going to be an issue preventing the use of the Dragon Balls for other purposes. The desire for immortality amongst his Saiyan brethren was still apparent. What stayed their hand? For now? Was likely if nothing else, the fixation on Kakarot, the fixation on the prize.
The idea of becoming the Super Saiyan.
Upon seeing Kakarot's transformation, Raditz himself felt compelled to become a legend himself. A warrior to overwhelm Vegeta, and take revenge for himself and his humiliations. But increasingly he couldn't just see it through his own eyes for revenge. It was a revenge for himself, and for the woman he knew didn't love him. It was still the death of that woman which had driven him to side against his former comrades. It was her death which drove him to Namek. It was her death which allowed him to connect with his brother and nephew. Her death was the one which gave him the courage he'd lacked much of his life to actually make something of himself.
So far, he'd perhaps failed in that, but the drive was now there. It was impossible to make things as they were before.
Finding himself standing outside the Son home, Raditz leaned against the side of the curved dome of a house with his arms crossed, looking out across the peaceful fields and forest surrounding the near paradise which his brother had made his home. In this serene setting, Raditz still found himself unable to escape the idea of revenge. It was only when he started to sense a power rapidly approaching, that he snapped out of his own thoughts, looking towards the source of this power.
Turles.
Kakarot's twin was on his way. Their sister-in-law had been feeding them since their arrival. Turles was of course, not exactly the most encouraging of house guests. It was strange to be trying to take care of his brother's household while he was gone. It was the honourable thing to do, and expected in any Saiyan tradition. Though of course, he'd avoided telling Chi-Chi that he effectively saw her and Gohan as the property of his brother. Crossing the harpy was hardly his intention. The Namek stalked around the woods nearby as well, clearly with the interest of the boy in mind. It had left him with someone to train with at least, if only on occasion.
Landing in front of him, the most powerful being alive, as far as he knew, stood there with his typical cold look.
"Raditz," Turles remarked, walking towards him. "Still playing the role of big brother to Kakarot I see? Not even a hint of ambition of your own?"
The shot across the bow, didn't go unnoticed.
"I have my own ambitions Turles, and I suspect my chances are much better then yours. Do you really think Kakarot will teach you how to become a Super Saiyan? Why would he?"
Turles gave a sneering smirk, glaring at him.
"He need not say a word. I will find out how he does it through observing him. After all, anything he does, I can achieve. I am not his inferior."
Opening the door abruptly a moment later, Turles stepped into the humble Sons home.
"Woman! Where is the food?"
Rolling his eyes, Raditz turned from his position, and walked in behind Turles. This was going to go so well.
Immediately the sound of something clanging into the kitchen sink was heard and when Raditz entered the Kitchen, Chi-Chi was glaring at Turles intensely. There was of course, nothing anyone could do about Turles bullying anyone. Why Turles kept coming here even was nearly completely beyond Raditz. The prospect of food could be achieved anywhere. He was hardly all that happy to be here mostly, or at least didn't appear so. What was the purpose?
The purpose was becoming uncomfortably nagging in the back of his mind when he saw Chi-Chi's reaction.
"I'm not making you any food, you mooch. If you want something to eat you'll earn it," Chi-Chi shot back. "Get me a fish from the river, and we'll all have it for lunch."
"I don't take orders from you," Turles responded, his lip curving into a smirk.
"Then you don't get any lunch," Chi-Chi shot back, crossing her arms, closing her eyes and arrogantly pointing her head up.
An irritated, and low growl escaped Turles, before he turned and shoved past Raditz.
"Kid, c'mon, we're going to grab a fish," Turles remarked to Gohan as he walked out of the house.
Following up quickly, Raditz interrupted as soon as Turles made it outside.
"Why are you coming back to this place so consistently?" Raditz demanded. "You don't give a damn about Kakarot, so what is making you do it?"
Turning his head briefly, Turles gave a dark glance towards him, before smiling again. It was unnerving for Raditz, it was a face that hid what he really thought. A best, he was only going to get part of the truth.
"If Kakarot became the Super Saiyan, I want to know why. I want to know everything I can about him. And besides, I need to make sure my nephew is exposed to at least one real Saiyan," Turles quipped, just as Gohan walked out of the front door.
Those facts were probably true, Raditz could tell.
But they probably weren't the whole truth. But that didn't matter, even if he disbelieved him, he had no power to stop him. For now, at least he was being 'civil'. Civil by Turles's standards anyway.
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Hell:
Bardock:
Solitude had become almost preferential now. For the first time in as long as he could remember in this hot-frozen nightmare, Bardock wasn't alone down here. A bitterly cold wind blew past him as he tried to meditate, hoping to spur on more visions of the future.
"To be condemned to this place, this is truly wretched," Vegeta, King Vegeta, remarked.
It was so hard to identify with how petty everyone else seemed. No one could care about what happened outside of this realm. It was all about them and their suffering. They had no idea how insignificant they were in the grand scope of things. Even the once great King Vegeta was but a pawn in the game of history, and now he was discarded just as they all were. Now that his lapdog had died, and not by Vegeta's hand, Nappa followed around the King like a loyal dog, along with a cast of his former bodyguards and soldiers.
It didn't stop them from being driven close to madness in this barren wasteland. What was worse, was their discovery of his visions of the future.
"Bardock, I command you to tell me the fate of my son," King Vegeta said, crossing his arms.
Ah, the chief subject that he whined on. The arch-traitor that was King Vegeta, the one who signed them into Frieza's service, still thought he was loyal to the crown. Opening his eyes finally, revealing the blackened, dismal, frozen Hell they currently resided in, Bardock growled with annoyance.
"I'm not some oracle, here to satisfy your curiosity. If you and these other idiots have questions, take them up with the Ogres. I've got more important things to do," Bardock responded, not hiding his disinterest in the King.
People like the King had entirely forgotten about the lesser Saiyans, or even his crew. Their lives, their suffering, their struggles, had all meant nothing to the King himself. Even now he could see the struggles of the old world, of their old lives, coming forward.
"I am your King, and you will tell me his fate," the King pressed once more.
"... At one time his fate was great. It was to be one of the greatest warriors who ever lived. As of my last vision, he dies a miserable death, and won't be remembered. But whatever, more important things happen then that anyway," Bardock answered truthfully.
It'd been weeks ago that he saw the vision. Vegeta dying at the hands of alien beings, before he achieved the goal of the Super Saiyan, dying due to his arrogance. In that series of events, many of them were slated to die. Turles, Raditz, and Vegeta were all slated to lose their lives in what was to come. The only one of the three who that bothered him with, even slightly, was Raditz. It was complicated to explain his change of... position, on his eldest son. It wasn't any great enthusiasm for him, mind you, but he did find he'd come to respect him more. In many ways, it almost looked like Raditz filled the void he'd left behind in the world, trying to help Kakarot and his family. Of course he had his own ambitions as well, but he'd not forgotten about his kin. As opposed to Turles, who was just as power hungry as Vegeta, and perhaps more ruthless and less caring.
"What?... No one can defeat my son! I demand you fix this, Bardock."
Demand that he fixed it? And fixed it how? Intervening was difficult, and he was already trying to further understand the future before he made any moves. The last time he changed events, it was to try and combat the radical differences that appeared. Something was a Catalyst for these changes, and he couldn't see it. Right now however, he knew the only way to change the future was his link with Turles. Given their last encounter, it would be difficult to say the least to convince him of anything. Despite having barely a shred of respect for the boy who killed his wife, the one who ruined everything he touched, he would have to admit that Turles was far from stupid.
Looking directly into his life had been something he'd also, moved to avoid.
"I don't control the future, King Vegeta, I just see it. I'm hardly able to 'fix' what you are demanding. So I'd suggest you shut the Hell up and deal with it. If you don't like the future, go complain to someone else," Bardock said, before leaning back and putting his hands behind his head, resting against a jagged rock.
Why couldn't these people just leave him alone? It wasn't like they were his crew, or Yasa. They were a dead authority from a dead world. Of course, any hope of him trying to actually fix the future or observe it, just became very complicated. Because as soon as he finished his own words, a brief glimpse, seconds into the future was revealed to him. It was too late to change that now.
"Rotten little worm!" Nappa bellowed. "How dare you ignore the rules of your King?"
The royal guard, and Nappa, all began to move towards him. This was going to hurt.
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Well, being dead didn't mean the end of pain at least. There was something to be said for taking out Nappa before he was brought down as well. Savage wasn't the appropriate way to describe his beating. Hanging outside down by his foot, Bardock felt his broken bones shifting uncomfortably. If they'd been alive, he'd have surely died by now. Barely opening his now, one good eye, Bardock looked up at King Vegeta, who was looking impassively down at him.
"You will fix this," Vegeta said, his voice filled with resolved and iron. "You were a fool to mention that you'd changed things at all. So change them again, or you will suffer much more then we all do normally."
Mentioning on how he'd screwed Frieza over, had probably not been his wisest decision. Barely able to nod his head, while upside down, Bardock did so. He was already trying to think of a way to fix the future before the King and his cronies broke his ribs and smashed his head. Somethings these psychic powers were useless.
Feeling the King release his foot, he fell into a heap on the ground. Groaning in pain, Bardock felt himself almost drift into unconsciousness. In his pain and broken body, he couldn't help but feel that he missed his crew. The King had forced his hand now, crew or no crew, so that meant it was time to come up with a plan, as getting the shit kicked out of him every time this blasted world reset his existence, was hardly his idea of fun. It would also dramatically reduce his ability to influence things beyond his own sphere.
It was strange, in one way he did owe something to Turles, despite what a beast his 'youngest' son was. Turles being able to receive his psychic messages allowed him to interact with a world beyond Hell, and see a living world, rather than glimpses of a future. It was strange, but when he communicated with his least favoured son, he felt alive.
"Hey idiot, I hope you aren't doing anything important."
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Mount Pazou
Turles:
One of the main things these humans did, was identify authority with code of dress. It was the same way in most cultures. Different positions meant different attire. For him, however, it was a clear choice. Approaching the front door of the Son's household, Turles now wore a three piece suit. It wasn't his armour, but the dark grey attire suited him appropriately for his interactions with the lesser beings on this planet. Of course, these clothes weren't ideal for fighting in, but he wasn't going to be fighting today.
Today he was going to marshal Raditz to be more clearly loyal to his cause, which of course was the cause of the remaining Saiyans. After this, it would be about getting Vegeta on side. Creating loyalties between the other Saiyans to himself would be vital, because they could coordinate their charade of 'reforming'. After that, they could manipulate Kakarot to divulge his secret, before either forcing him to their side, or eliminating him all together. The role of Kakarot as this world's supposed defender, was intensely amusing to him. For someone who held the fate of this planet in the palm of his hands, he lived like a poor, useless idiot.
With only a little work, he was sure he could bring his nephew on side as well. Kakarot didn't deserve such a powerful child, given his naive, weak nature. Once he finished off Kakarot and his friends, he would be sure to adopt Gohan as his own, after all, there was no reason to give up on the boy's potential. Then after he stabilized his seat of power, it would be time to confront Cooler.
The door in front of him opened, revealing the woman of the home, his brother's wife. It was always awkward being around her. The primary reason for this was she wasn't afraid of him in the slightest, and also because she commanded everything like a tyrant. For what was supposed to be his brother's property, he found she was far too independent. Crossing his arms, he stared at the woman who attempted to order him around.
"I'm here for Raditz," Turles remarked.
"I see you learned how to dress yourself with some level of civility," Chi-Chi remarked in response. "He's not here. You can leave or be helpful."
There they were, orders again. A smirk appeared across his face as he stared down at her.
"You really don't realize who I am, do you? Haven't Raditz or Gohan told you? I'm the most powerful being on this planet, and I will do as I please," Turles remarked pompously.
"Yes, they have. They also told me that you need my husband, and that my husband is much, much stronger then you. Which is to be expected, my Goku is the best fighter there is. Just because you look like him, doesn't mean anything. You're a bully, and a bad one at that. I know I can't force you to do anything, but I'm not going to be some rug for you to walk all over. This is my home."
The fiery response caused Turles to blink, before he grabbed the the wall beside her, leaning in with a cold look on his face. How dare this woman insult him like that? A purple glow appeared in his free hand, implying he was gathering energy.
"And Kakarot isn't exactly here right now, so if you're smart, you'll learn that I am the one in charge until he gets back," Turles sneered. "You are my brother's property, and I'd never want to damage my brother's property."
The angry eyes that appeared in response were almost enough to shock him.
"Property?! Get out!" Chi-Chi shouted.
A sinister laugh escaped Turles, rearing back.
"Please, you couldn't force me to get out if you wanted to. Maybe I'll just wait around here until Radi... Radit...z..."
The world began to get fuzzy. It was then he realized he was losing his balance, and the world was beginning to spin. When he started to fall forward, he noticed the shocked look on his sister-in-law's face. The last thing he felt was his body thumping on the floor face first.
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"Well, looks like I got through to you," the familiar voice remarked. "So... hows that whole being alive thing working out for you?"
Angry eyes turned up as Turles realized he was a world of inky blackness, and across from him was his beloved father, Bardock. Anger swelled in his chest at the very sight of him. This was the man who manipulated him into getting killed at the hands of Frieza, all so Kakarot could claim the prize. Now this wretched excuse for a somebody dared to enter his mind again, and dared to intervene in his affairs. With Frieza dead, he was hoping this old fool would just be left to his own oblivion. But no, now he had to come back in to manipulate him once again. This time he would have none of it.
"You have a lot of nerve communicating with me you pathetic old fool," Turles spat back in response, not concealing his hostility in the slightest.
If he could, he would strangle him with his bare hands at that very moment, but this was but a forced dream, there would be no chance of that sadly.
"Somehow I thought you'd say something like that. Anyway kid, look, there is some important stuff you've gotta do to save the future, and your own hide, so listen up," Bardock remarked with a dismissive attitude.
"First things first, you've got to go train with Vegeta and get up his strength. If he gets killed in a couple battles from now, you'll get killed, trust me on this. And no, I'm not warning you because I like you, but because I need you around, got it? Next, drop the whole universe domination thing. You'll never achieve it, and Kakarot will always stop you. Finally? Lay off his family, trust me, nothing good comes from having you around. Everything you touch turns to shit, so I recommend you just deal with that."
The list of orders that came from Bardock made Turles almost leap at him like a rabid animal. None of these could help him in the long run, and how could he be even sure that any of these outcomes were the truth? No, he wasn't going to do anything Bardock told him.
"To Hell with you, old man. Nevermind, you're already trapped down there. If Vegeta isn't strong enough to survive, then too bad. I will rule the universe, and I'll defeat Kakarot once I become a Super Saiyan, and I will do whatever I please, whenever I please. I hope after I kill Kakarot, that you come by to visit me in my head so I can mock you for ever believing that I was his inferior," Turles shot back towards Bardock. "I will not only defeat Kakarot, I will defeat Cooler, and anyone else who gets in my way. It is my destiny to rule the universe."
Bardock's features hardened as he looked back at his son.
"You're destiny is to be a pawn, and a rather useless one at that. Fine, don't listen to me. By the Kais I wish I could at least speak to Raditz, he may actually listen to me," Bardock shot back. "Actually, you know what? I wish I could actually speak with Kakarot! That way he could fix all this and I wouldn't have to rely on some no count idiot like you!"
Before Turles could respond, he felt the world beginning to bleed away again, back to life.
"Well, at least the future will change..." Bardock muttered angrily.
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Eyes flashed open as Turles felt himself come awake again. Looking around the room, he found himself on a couch. When he looked over, he found his nephew sitting on a chair and his sister-in-law walking into the room with a wet cloth. Reaching up, he grasped the wet cloth on his forehead and pulled it aside. Looking down, he noticed his jacket had been removed, revealing only his dark grey button shirt.
They were trying to help him?
"You blacked out," Gohan said, clearly trying to answer a question before he could ask.
"I know I did," Turles remarked in response. "Blasted old man."
The questioning looks he got in response shut him up immediately. The last thing he needed was everyone thinking he was crazy. Getting up, he grabbed the disengaged part of his suit and slipped it back on, before beginning to button up the front. It was time to go find Raditz and clear out of here before too many questions came his way.
"What happened?" Chi-Chi asked. "People don't just black out, do you have some kind of medical condition?"
"No, but my problems are inherited, I promise," Turles growled out. "It's complicated. I've got to go see Raditz now. If you'll excuse me."
Walking forward quickly past his nephew and in-law, Turles felt himself plagued by one thing his father had said.
Nothing good comes from having you around. Everything you touch turns to shit, so I recommend you just deal with that.
What was good anyway? Who decided that?
Looking at Kakarot's woman for a moment, Turles felt compelled to thank her briefly, but ignored the impulse. It was absolutely bizarre to him that she'd have tried to help him after their last confrontation. Perhaps it was the fact he looked like Kakarot. Something he was increasingly finding to be a curse on this world.
The only thing he needed to worry about was how much glory he'd accumulate in his time in this universe. He may be Hell bound, but his legacy would live well past him in this universe. To Hell with Bardock.
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Mount Pazou Forest:
Raditz:
Another thunderous blow echoed through the sky as Raditz plummeted through the air, hitting the side of the mountain on both feet, before sliding down it at high speeds, his Namekian pursuer moving at high speeds to follow him. Turning his head as he slid past rocks and trees, Raditz made contact with his adversary. Piccolo made eye contact in response as well. They'd been training for hours now, something Raditz was unaccustomed to. Every bone and muscle in his body burned, but he was hardly going to be outdone by Piccolo. It was likely this would end with the green warrior's victory, but it wouldn't be because he was tired.
It was a reminder that only two years ago, Raditz would have crushed Piccolo without any real struggle. Now he struggled to keep up with the Namek, and the Namek was hardly serious. If Piccolo were to use his Demon-Ken, this battle would be decided in seconds. The idea of a Saiyan being inferior to some alien would have been much more infuriating to him before, but Piccolo had been a warrior which he could rely on in battle. Certainly much more then that idiot Nappa.
The two leaped from the mossy, tree covered slope before colliding in the air again, shockwaves blasting out from their point of impact. Locked together, hands gripped at one another, the two remained frozen in the air.
"Well, at least you're getting faster," Piccolo said through grit teeth. "But you're still a long way off from me."
Without any kind of ceremony, Piccolo overpowered his grip, pulling him in and slammed his knee into Raditz. The Saiyan gasped in pain, finally pushed too far as he began to lose the last of his strength, before being cast down towards the Earth with a single chop. Hitting the ground violently, Raditz smashed through the ground below, left in nothing but broken soil and battered rock. Now he was done fighting, most definitely.
Pulling himself up, breathing heavily and now covered in mud, he barely nodded to Piccolo.
"You got me this time, Namek," Raditz breathed.
All this demonstrated to Raditz was that he needed to find a way to overwhelm Piccolo's power, before moving on to Vegeta. Once he overtook Vegeta, his moment for revenge would be on him. When Kakarot got back, he would have to make sure he stayed on his brother's best side to learn the quickest from him. Both Vegeta and Turles were unlikely to be taught by his brother, he knew that much because of their extremely dangerous attitudes. Despite caring about the outcome for Kakarot and his family, Raditz's own desire to humiliate and kill Vegeta was now his number one priority.
"It's not the first time. In fact, I'm sure you've yet to 'get me', Raditz," Piccolo said with a confident smirk.
That was also true, unfortunately.
"Probably for the best," Raditz responded, before straightening up painfully.
"I know how much you hate Vegeta," Piccolo cut in. "I think you'd best watch that. This entire situation, when Goku gets back, or even now, is very delicate. If Vegeta needs to be brought down, we'll deal with it when it happens, but don't provoke anything. And try to keep Turles under control if you can."
It was pragmatic advise from the Namek, of course, even if unobtainable.
"Keep me under control, huh? I've been noticing a lot of that from you good-guy types lately. Turles, don't destroy that, Turles, don't conquer that, Turles, just try to get along with everyone," the dangerous words came from the trees north of them.
Coming from the darkened woods, the suit clad Turles stepped into view, looking very unimpressed.
This was very, very bad. Raditz would rather that this subject hadn't come up at all. There was no chance he could control Turles, not anymore. Closing his fist slightly, and awaiting whatever would come, Raditz swallowed.
This was the legacy of his species. This would be how they were remembered. Violent, unreasonable, intimidating killers who showed no mercy even to one another. Because as of right now, only Turles and Vegeta were poised for real power. If they overtook Kakarot when he came back, at all? This would quickly descend into a bloody new order. The strongest survived, the weak were subjugated.
Closing in, Turles stopped in front of them.
"I've not trained in a while. You two will train with me," Turles ordered. "And for a brief few minutes, I will forget anyone would ever want to control me. I am Turles, mightiest of the Saiyans. I am not your pawn, or anyone's. By the way?"
Turles raised his hand, blowing Piccolo's arm off in a single blast. Purple blood exploded in all directions as Piccolo was knocked off balance, collapsing to the ground and roaring in pain. Trembling on the ground while holding the bloody stump, the Namek sneered back at him dangerously.
"Don't think you can plot behind my back again."
Taking off his jacket, Turles began rolling up his sleeves.
"If you are to be useful to me, Raditz, you'll need to get stronger. So let's get to work on that."
Before he could respond, Turles slammed his fist into his gut.
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Author's Notes:
So, I got this done for January. There is one more chapter to do before I have a few more already finished and ready to go. I haven't got the same amount of time to write still, so this means you will be waiting for Chapter 40 to come out into January. I hope by the end of January, I have a new expected schedule up so you guys can expect regular updates again.
I hope everyone is having a great time, and I hope all of you enjoy your seasonal break.
The Next chapter of course, will be dealing with the Dragon Balls, and Goku.
Reviewers:
Perfect Carnage:
There are tons of unforeseen problems with messing with the timeline. Expect to see some of them in Chapter 41 and 42...
RedHunter87:
The Catalyst, as it was planned when I started it, will probably go above 100 chapters. Around Chapter 50 however, I am expecting to write an incredibly important event. It may be Chapter 52-53 even, but around that area I would expect one of the most important chapters I write for any of my stories, something very similar in scope to Chapter 16 of The Long Road. Also, don't underestimate Cooler, or what he's learned...
asweetlilpixie:
I can't spoil that XD
DaOneinDaCorner:
I think its a combination of the two, as for the amount of power needed? Something around where Goku was when he confronted Frieza, maybe a bit weaker, but I think the emotional trigger is key. Note, Turles still isn't a Super Saiyan, and is stronger then Goku was.
Xxxpossessedforlifexxx:
That's a long way off! XD
Wow:
I dunno if proud is the right word. I am more happy that a lot of people want to read my stories. I really don't know why either of my stories are popular, but I'm very humbled by their general receptions.
Wait:
I'm really glad you look forward to reading them, and thank you for reviewing. And as you can see, I even got an update to you guys before January. Aren't I cool? :P
LILFOC:
I hope this one doesn't disappoint. It was hard to write. Originally it wasn't even supposed to go this way, but I wanted to develop Bardock, Raditz, and Turles a bit more.
Simgir101:
Cooler can't know Instant Transmission right now as he's not one with the Big Ghetti Star. However, if you are wondering if Cooler will have a huge role? My profile does kinda place him as my favourite character. I don't want to show him huge favouritism mind you, but he will play a very substantial role in the story.
Cosmic Cannon:
I think you'll really enjoy Chapter 41. It's been written since I wrote Chapter 10 of this story mind you, lol
Jason9000:
It was even less then a month! XD
tomrrow4eva:
Hopefully this chapter that was tons of Saiyans helped ease your pain.
Super Mystic Gohan:
We don't really know how strong Cooler was, or how strong Goku was in Movie 5. And we don't know if Cold can transform. Lots of speculating.
Treeger:
They are all beasts. Expect interesting things coming forward soon! :O
fightingchampion:
Thanks for the review. :)
Demod20:
Thanks a bunch Demod. You'll find a lot of stuff involving the Colds will get answered, but it will take time. There is huge amounts of stuff to do for development of the story moving to Chapter 50+. In fact, there are even more Sagas inbetween the Trunks and Androids Sagas... The Androids Saga may even have the information in it as to how The Catalyst happened...
Dark Impaler:
Slug's role in the story is going to made known very soon. Very important role, and he's a bit revamped from Movie 4 to make more sense in the general DBZ universe. Very similar to the changes made to Turles, to just make it more in line with the canon.
Coldblue:
Thanks, best of luck with your finals.
Darknessrising11:
Well, timetravel and timelines are a huge part of The Catalyst. In fact, you'll see a lot of it moving forward. I may even have a preview for everyone after a couple chapters into the 40's to give everyone an idea of what's going on. I did hint to it back when Vegeta spoke with "Trunks" back in his big chapter in the teens. I've actually got the entire story plotted. I'm always concerned I may not be able to finish it, because its size and scope is so broad, but I generally keep going forward because I really want to see it all come to fruition.
Happy Solstice, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah everyone.