Chapter 13: Saiyan from Hell

In front of the Capsule Corp laid six Dragon Balls which had been gathered in the last few hours. In front of them stood Piccolo, in his hand was the Seven Star Dragon Ball, the last one needed to complete the set. A small crowd was behind him, all familiar friends, Chi-Chi, Ox King, Oolong, Puar and Master Roshi. He leaned down with the Dragon Ball in hand, the Seven orbs beginning to glow. As Piccolo dropped the last of the Dragon Balls in form with the others, the orbs continued to glow repeatedly, the intensity of the light increasing. Standing above the now full set of Seven Dragon Balls, the large Namekian bellowed the words to summon the Great Dragon, "Come forth and grant our wish, Shenron!"

Out from the seven gathered orbs shot an enormous light, spiraling and twisting far into the sky. Clouds began to darken as the form of Shenron took its place in the sky. The enormous, Chinese style dragon easily towered over the rebuilt West City, it's green skin mimicking the color of it's creator. The dragon's voice echoed through the sky, "Please state your wish, and it shall be granted."

Master Roshi stepped up beside Piccolo, "We wish to revive everyone that was killed by the Cybernetic Lifeforms known as Number 17 and Number 18."

"A complicated request." The Great Dragon answered, "There are some who do not wish to come back."

The elderly turtle hermit pondered, rubbing his chin as he looked up at Piccolo, "No doubt that some people got used to their life in Other World, it has been quite a long time for most of them."

"It appears so, it makes sense." Piccolo turned back to Shenron, "What about bringing back those who do wish to come back?"

Shenron's voice deepened, frustratingly answering "This is possible." The Dragon Balls under the Great Dragon glowed, "Your wish has been granted."

The Great Dragon's form quickly dissipated as the Dragon Balls lifted into the air, shooting off into seven different directions. Where the balls once were now stood three familiar figures, one in an orange clad Gi with one arm and a facial scar. The other two were bald, one towering over the other and sporting a third eye.

A crying Chi-Chi ran from the crowd, "My Gohan!"

Gohan wrapped his right arm around his mother, "Hi Mom."

Piccolo stepped towards his former pupil, "What happened to your arm, Gohan?"

"King Yemma let me have my body when it was at its peak." Gohan begrudgingly looked at where his left arm used to be, "It appears I don't get the same luxury in the real world."

"It doesn't matter! My boy is home!" Chi-Chi gripped Gohan tighter.

"Hey, we're back too?" Krillin rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"Let them have their moment, Krillin." Tien smiled down at his shorter companion.

"It's good to see you two as well." Master Roshi smiled and walked slowly to the three, "But where are the others? Yamcha, Chiaotzu?"

"They decided to stay." Tien answered, stretching his arms and maneuvering his shoulders, feeling the warmth of true sunlight for the first time in almost two decades, "Honestly, it was a hard decision for all of us. It's been so long."

"Yeah. It's hard to come back, but I'm sure it's just like riding a bike." Krillin was running in place, his face almost turning blue before he let out a big breath, "Except I almost forgot that we need to breathe again." The bald monk rubbed his head while he laughed nervously.

Puar floated up in front of the group, "And I so badly wanted to see Yamcha...but it's good to see you guys too."

Master Roshi smiled, "It's almost like the good old days."

Just as the elderly Turtle Hermit had finished his sentence, a large explosive light erupted from one of the buildings beside them. Gohan quickly turned to face the erupting energy, "That's...Vegeta." He looked around quickly, "Where's Bulma?"

A bright light radiated throughout the building, the screaming of a familiar voice echoed. "What the hell is going on! Where are you bastards?" The Saiyan Prince stood next to a pile of rubble that used to be his coffin, "Where am I?"

Bulma stared, her eyes welling up as she slowly approached the Saiyan Prince with a calming voice, "Vegeta?"

The Saiyan Prince was wrapped in a golden light, his Super Saiyan aura erupting from him like a violent flame. "What is this? Some kind of trick?" Vegeta slowly stepped back from the approaching blue haired woman, "Don't get any closer. I'll end you, demon!"

"Vegeta, it's me, Bulma. You need to calm down." She stepped closer, her hands out in a gentle manner. "Come on, Vegeta."

Vegeta's voice bellowed, "I said no closer!" His energy skyrocketing as the building began to shake. His thoughts were scrambled, this was some kind of terrible trick, it wouldn't have been the first time. Hell had been full of visions, torturing visions of his life before, bending reality to bring a new sense of pain that the Saiyan Prince had never felt before. No matter what he did, Vegeta's visions had never ceased. It was a mental waterboarding that had gone on for almost twenty years.

Gohan had quickly made his way over to and inside the garage type building, standing behind the blue haired human, "Bulma, you need to go. He's not stable."

"Gohan.." Bulma looked at her long time friend, "It's good to see you back, but.." She continued to approach Vegeta slowly, "He needs me." One hand extended, Bulma had managed to get within arms length, her gentle hand reaching Vegeta's trademark jumpsuit and armor, "Vegeta, come on, it's me."

"Vile demons, you will cease to exist!" Vegeta continued to raise his energy, his aura expanded larger and sparks began to shoot through the air. He swatted Bulma's hand away wildly, knocking the blue haired woman to the ground with a thud, "I told you to leave me be!"

Gohan darted over to the fallen Bulma, "Are you okay?"

There was no response, but the Half-Saiyan quickly made sure she was still breathing. "Unconscious, but she's fine.." Turning back, Gohan stood between the wild energy of the Saiyan Prince and his former lover. "What are you doing, Vegeta?!"

"Raaaaaaaaaah!" Vegeta screamed as his energy exploded outwards, vaporizing anything it touched and engulfing the whole building in his destructive field.

"What the hell? Bulma?! Gohan?!" Krillin screamed as the building was completely vaporized, a crater covered by smoke and dust being left in its wake.

"Krillin, look up." Tien pointed up in the air as the dust cleared to reveal a glowing figure in the air, holding the slumping form of Bulma in its right arm.

Gohan held Bulma tight, his Super Saiyan aura glowing around him. He waited until the energy died down before he slowly floated back down to the ground where Vegeta was standing, the Saiyan Prince still on high alert.

"Vegeta...look what you've done?" Gohan laid Bulma's unconscious body on the ground, kneeling beside her.

The Saiyan Prince seemed to have gone into shock, as if he had expected a different outcome. His eyes and hair went back to black, the golden aura around him evaporating as if it were switched off like a light. "What..woman?" The Saiyan Prince's whole body began to tremble as he slowly made his way to where Gohan had laid Bulma, kneeling on the other side of her.

Vegeta grabbed her hand, a tear dripping down his face, "It's real…" He stood back up, slowly backing away from where Gohan and Bulma were, "I'm...sor.." He turned away and Ignited his aura, shooting up into the air as fast as he could, far away from Capsule Corporation.

"We gotta go after him!" Krillin shouted, but before he lifted off Piccolo grabbed his arm.

"Let him go, Krillin."

"But, but."

"He's had a much different experience than us the last twenty years. Let him go."

"O..okay." Krillin lowered his arms and relaxed, "Damn it. Nothing is ever easy"

Gohan slowly lifted Bulma back up, his hair and aura back to normal, "We gotta get her some help."

Onboard the Capsule Corporation Spaceship

Trunks' threw his arms up to block his face as 16's fist slammed into him, shouting at the top of his lungs, he expelled a kiai to throw the large Android away from his body. Trunks instinctively disappeared, appearing above 16's flown figure and smashing the Android into the ground. The Super Saiyan landed beside the downed 16, "You truly are a lot stronger, 16. I was about third-fourths of my power there."

The Android smiled a bit, "Indeed. I am pleased with my new found efficiency." 16 lifted himself back to his feet, "My strength is far more than my programming could have ever foreseen."

Trunks' felt a flash of familiar energy, violent, swirling energy. "Is that?" He turned swiftly, "That's my father. No doubt about it. It looks like they succeeded." Another flash of energy briefly lit up, "And Gohan? Why are they powered up, what's going on?"

The energy soon slowly subsided, evidently powering down. Trunks walked over to the monitor, "It's gonna be a long two weeks."

Out in a Different Sector of Space

On what appeared to be the bridge of a ship there were dozen of different species, all wearing the familiar shoulder padded armor of Frieza Soldiers. They were all operating different controls, each doing their own functions within the group. In the middle of the room sat a tan skinned man on what appeared to be a large throne type chair. The man was decorated with a white cape, his hair was pitch black, and he had a large scar over his left eye. The group of workers all appeared to nervously tiptoe around him, as if they were walking on eggshells.

A small, purple skinned alien slowly made his way to the front of the throne, nervously fidgeting as he mumbled something. The man looked down at his purple minion, acknowledging its presence. "What is it?"

Stuttering and nervously fidgeting, the alien looked up at his apparent leader, "Sir, it appears we have de-de-detected a familiar energy signal."

The man leaned down, "You seem scared. There is no reason to be scared, I am a reasonable man as long as you do your job." A devious smile came across his face as he put his left hand on the purple aliens head, "Well, get on with it. Tell me what it was."

Continuing his forced dialogue, the little alien stuttered "It-it-it appears to be Prince Vegeta s-"

Before the alien could speak, the man had closed his hand and easily crushed the purple being's skull within his grip, tossing the alien's now limp corpse to the side. "Reasonable I am, but practical jokes are not in anyone's best interests here."

A different alien turned from his station, "But sir, he was correct...it appears Prince Vegeta has finally reappeared."

"Hm." The man wiped the alien blood off his hand and turned to the next alien who had just spoke, "Too bad for him. Where did the signal come from?"

"The planet known as Earth. We searched there before, but there were very little signs of life."

"He was dead. The last search team was sure of it."

"I am sorry Sir, but it was definitely his energy that surged. Along with another unknown Saiyan's energy."

"So there are more survivors?" The man scoffed, "Perhaps the other was Kakarot. How far away are we from this Earth?"

"It take approximately twelve days, Sir."

"Fine. Take us there. I will prepare." The man stood up and slowly exited the bridge, heading down a metallic hallway before stopping in front of a large, silver door. The door opened slowly, revealing a dark room with almost no light. As the door continued to open, the man held out his hand, revealing a golden device with a green gem at the middle. The green gem at the center of the device glowed bright, "My son, it is time to wake up."

A green light emitted from the darkness as if it were called, coupled with a deep voice emerging from the dimly lit shadows. "Yes, father."