Just a heads up, my friends, this is probably the longest chapter I've written on FFN. Spent all day writing it. I hope you enjoy!


A FEW HOURS AGO…

A single shiver ran down Bulma's spine.

True, the temperature seemed to be dropping rapidly as the sun set, but that wasn't what caused the shiver. There was an eeriness about this little town that gave Bulma a discomforting feeling. She glanced down at her World Radar to make sure she was at the right place. A single dot blinked rapidly, assuring her it was.

For a brief moment, she considered turning around and continuing her hunt for the last Dragon Ball, but the glowing Capsule Corp emblem on her bike glowed an ominous yellow, indicating the low charge. Night would fall soon and she did not want to be caught without charge in the middle of the forest on foot.

Great. Bulma sighed, switching the radar off and stuffing it into the pocket of her coat. As she entered the town, she noticed there were only men in the streets. Men and boys.

As Bulma passed, she could feel curious gazes coming from every direction. It's not that Bulma was completely unprepared for the dangers that a beautiful young woman like herself faced while traveling alone. She had brought along a firearm, and a few gadgets she had been working on, but it was always good to stay alert. Some men could be unpredictable and sometimes dangerous, and as far as Bulma could see, she was now the only female the entire town.

She made a mental note to stay alert as she rode her Capsule Bike up the rocky path and into the village, riding up to an older man who was working the charge pods outside.

"Hey there!" Bulma said in a cheerful tone. "My bike needs some juice. Mind if I use one of your Charge Pods?"

The man looked up and his eyes widened momentarily.

"Ah, s-sure," he stammered, disconnecting one of the hoses. "Here."

"Great!" Bulma said, climbing off of the Capsule Bike and plugging in the connector hose. The yellow Capsule Corp emblem turned blue and began to hum rhythmically as the charging began.

Bulma took her small bag off, massaging her shoulders where the straps had dug in for the past three hours. Placing it on her bike's seat, she leaned against her bike, waiting for the charging to finish. From the corner of her eye she could see the man who was working on the other two pods look up nervously every now and then, his thumbs tapping impatiently on the hose.

"I'm Bulma, by the way," she said. She reached up to her chin and undid the chin strap of her helmet, lifting it off her head and feeling her long blue hair tumble down to her shoulders. The man instantly paled.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Y-you're a woman!"

"Yeah," Bulma said, getting aggravated. "Why? Have you never seen a woman before?"

The man surged forward, grabbing Bulma's arm tightly.

"Hey! What the heck do you think you're doing?" Bulma yelped, slapping the man's glasses off. But the man held firmly onto her, dragging her away from the charging station and towards the door to the small wooden shack. No! Fear and anger gripped Bulma's heart as the man wrapped his arm around her small waist and lifted her up. She lurched forward to grab her bag, but was out of reach. Panicked, she tried to scream for help, but the man covered her mouth with a dirty hand, muffling her screams. Still, the commotion had begun to turn heads.

As the man practically threw her inside the wooden shack and slammed the door shut behind them, a small crowd of curious onlookers had begun to form.

Bulma landed on the dirt floor of the house, illuminated by candles. She clawed her way back up to her knees in time to see the man lock the door with a heavy piece of wood.

Picking her back up, the man kicked the door to the bedroom open and forced Bulma inside. Turning the corner, he stuffed her through a hidden crevice in the wall. Bulma struggled to free herself, but the more she struggled, the more she got stuck.

The man looked at her through the crevice with scared eyes. He held up a finger to his mouth, shushing her as a loud bang shook the wall.

"Shhhhh." to Bulma's surprise, there was a girl right behind her. "You have to be really quiet," the girl whispered. The old man let down some curtain-like cloth he had hanging on the wall, and it floated down, covering the opening of the crevice and concealing them both in darkness.

"Where is she, Levi?" a decrepit voice said eagerly.

"She?" the old man said.

"Yeah, that's what he said, old man," a third voice, more aggressive. "You know the rules! Bring her out now!"

A hard slap was heard and Levi grunted, falling to the floor.

"Search the place," the first voice barked. All Bulma could hear were footsteps, about three or four men scouring through the house, looking for her. But why? How did she keep ending up in these situations?

Beside her, the little girl seemed to sense Bulma's growing anxiety. "Shh," she whispered softly. "Don't move."

More footsteps, along with the sound of furniture being overturned. Bulma could hear her heart pounding hard against her ears.

"I done told ya," the old man was saying. "Ain't nobody here."

"Oh, really? Then where'd ya get that shiny new Capsule Bike?"

"Bought it on the e-net. The girl you seen delivering it took off in that direction, towards the ocean."

After a moment of silence, the footsteps returned.

"We took the place apart, but there ain't nobody here."

"Aaron saw what he saw. Old Levi says she left towards the sea. See if you can't catch her. And Clarence, go call him."

"Sure thing, boss."

"You sure that's the best idea, Jason? When he gets here and finds out there ain't no girl to get took, he's gonna want someone's head to roll."

Another blow and the old man landed right in front of where Bulma was hiding, his face bloodied.

"You better not be lyin' to me, old man. Or your head's gonna roll next."

With that, everyone left. Two hours passed by before Levi finally returned, removing the cloth from the crevice and helping Bulma and the girl behind her squeeze out.

Bulma turned and finally saw the girl behind her. She couldn't be older than twelve. Her bright orange hair was trimmed down too short, and light freckles splashed the bridge of her nose. She had the old man's green eyes.

"Grandpa, are you okay?" She said, worriedly, going to the old man's side and helping him up to the bed.

"I'm fine, Ellie," Levi said. "At least I was able to get rid o' them for now. It's gonna take a little more to knock your old grandpa down for good."

"Oh Grandpa! What happened? Did… did they see her?"

"They did," the old man said, his gravely voice sounding tired and worried. "But I sent them down the path that leads to the ocean. They'll be chasin' their tails for a few days."

"What is the matter with you?" the girl turned to Bulma, her voice dropping to a reproving purr that would've been comical, hadn't Bulma been so scared. "Are ya tryin' to get took?"

"Now Ellie," Levi said. "That's no way to talk to a guest. She's obviously not from 'round here."

"No, I'm not. I'm just trying to charge my bike so I can get the heck outta here!" Bulma cried.

"Unfortunately, that ain't gonna happen," the old man said. "Not tonight. The town will jump on ya before you can even make it out. Best to lie low and wait a few more hours. Town's usually asleep by one in the mornin'."

The old man got up from the bed.

"I'm gonna go clean up. Ellie, why don't you comfort our new guest in the kitchen? Fix her somethin' to eat. But quietly, now! We don't wanna attract any more suspicion."

The girl groaned worriedly, but nodded, placing a comforting hand on Bulma's shoulder.

"And miss," Levi said, turning to Bulma. "I'm sorry 'bout all this. Just know that I'm savin' your life." With that, Levi turned and went into the bathroom to wash his wounds.

"Look," Bulma said immediately. "If it's money they want-"

"Lady, Lady," Ellie said, with a rueful glance. "You really ain't from 'round here, are ya?"

"No," Bulma said earnestly as the young girl laid a warm blanket over her shoulders. "I'm from West City. I'm really just passing through. What is the big deal?"

"Ain't it obvious? Women and girls ain't safe 'round these parts," Ellie said, sadly. She helped Bulma lift the kitchen table up from the ground and had her sit down. Then she hurried and fixed a hot plate of food and gave it to her.

"Why not?" Bulma said, taking the food and wolfing it down. She had not realized how hungry she really was.

"Cuz they get took," Ellie said, sitting beside her at the kitchen table. "Just like Emily."

"Emily?"

"My older sister," Ellie explained. "She was one of the first to get took from our village. Just like the other girls that get took, we ain't never seen her again."

"By whom?" Bulma asked. "Who's taking all these girls?"

Ellie sighed, staring at her fork.

"They came 'bout six years ago," the girl said, her voice lowering as if she was too scared to be heard. "Warriors from the mountain. They was talkin' bout needin' a girl from every town in Mount Poazu. And once they took a girl, they wouldn't return to that town in a long time. So it didn't take long before our own neighbors started sellin' each other out. Sayin' it was for the safety of the rest of the town. Cowards is all they was. So now everyone's too scared to let their wives and daughters out, so they started preyin' on the weary travelers that pass through here and don't know no better."

"I've never heard of anything so barbaric! Why doesn't anybody stand up to these warriors?" Bulma said, her fist clenching. "I saw about two dozen men on my way down here just this afternoon. Surely-,"

"These warriors ain't no ordinary men," the little girl shook her head. "They can't be shot, can't be cut, can't be beat. They're downright unstoppable. My Ma and Pa and a handful o' men tried to go after Emily, when she first got took," she said, eyes swelling with tears. "But they never came back."

Bulma stared in silence at the girl. Her hair had been cut low, and the clothes she wore were large and baggy, an obvious attempt by Levi to make her look like a boy and not a target.

What kind of life had she been living? She wondered. Trapped inside a house, not being able to go outside for fear of being kidnapped or worse.

"Don't worry," Bulma said, putting an arm around her. "As long as I'm here, I won't let anyone take you."

Ellie smiled sadly, rubbing her arm across her face once.

"C'mon, miss, I'm supposed to be comforting you, remember?"

After eating, Ellie went to bed in a makeshift room – more like a closet, to Bulma.

"Poor child," Bulma said to Levi after he kissed her goodnight. "I can't imagine all she's been through."

"Yes, 'round here bein' a beautiful woman's a curse. As long as the strong oppress the weak, they think they can take whatever they want."

"But nobody tries to stand up to them?"

"My son and daughter-in-law did, once."

Nothing more needed to be said. Whoever these warriors served, they were strong enough to coerce entire villages into bowing down to them. If only someone had the power to stand up…

An idea popped into her head and it made Bulma smile. The Dragon Balls! She put a hand on the old man's shoulder.

"Don't worry, Levi. I'm sure things will get better soon."

Levi smiled sadly. "Tomorrow 'round noon, word will get out that there was a woman spotted here and they will come. But by then, you will be long gone. Just promise to leave and never, ever return to this horrible place. For now, just get some rest. You'll need it for the long journey ahead."

The Plan had been for Bulma to sneak out at around two or three in the morning, when the entire town was fast asleep. But of course, nothing ever goes according to plan.

Some time after midnight, Bulma woke up to violent shaking – the entire house was violently shaking!

Levi burst in through the door of the makeshift room where Bulma and Ellie were asleep. Ellie was already on her feet, as if she had lived through this experience countless times before.

"They're here sooner than I thought," Levi told Bulma as he swooped Ellie into his arms and took her into his bedroom, helping her squeeze through the hiding spot in the wall.

"Is it them?" Ellie cried as the shaking became more violent.

Bulma began to follow, but stopped.

"Come on!" Levi yelled. "What are you doing?"

Bulma turned and bolted for the door, bursting out the other end in time to see the heavens twisting and glowing like a mighty typhoon. She ran up to her bike and keyed in her password. The lockbox opened, revealing her weapon and capsule box. She grabbed them and dove back into the house as something landed outside, like a meteor, cratering the rocky path it had landed on.

She pressed the capsule box into Ellie's hand and began to squeeze into the hiding spot when the house rocked violently. Bulma was sent flying across the room and crashed against the farthest wall. Fire illuminated the sky and as her vision stabilized, Bulma realized she was staring at the stars. The entire roof was gone. She looked back and her heart fell to her stomach. A large smoldering hole burned where Levi had been standing just seconds before. The old man was lying against the wall, holding his chest.

The fire parted and the silhouette of a man passed through, his muscles bulging.

Bulma was paralyzed with fear at the unnatural sight. From the side, she could hear the girl screaming.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" She cried as a smaller figure pulled her out from her hiding spot.

"Ellie…" To Bulma's surprise, Levi was still alive, laying weakly against the remaining wall. "No!"

He reached up and grabbed the boot of the assailant, but the man heartlessly stomped on Levi's head once. Levi grunted and fell back to the floor as the girl wailed. "No!"

"Let her go!" Bulma yelled, getting back to her feet and bringing the gun level to the silhouette's bald head. "What a big, tough man, you are; stealing little girls and ruining lives!"

The man cocked his head and chuckled, amused at Bulma's bravery.

"Don't blame me, blame the Master. He's the one that's into-"

At that, Bulma saw red.

Planting her feet firmly she squeezed the trigger and the machine gun lit up the night sky with firepower. The shadow was hit multiple times, its body flinging into a macabre dance before collapsing motionless on the floor. His partners shrieked in terror, dropping the girl.

"Ellie, run!" Bulma yelled over the gunfire. Immediately the girl took off through the hole in the wall.

"I'll get you for this!" the remaining shadow barked, its voice underlined with fear. Had they never seen gunfire before? This could work to my advantage.

That's when she saw it. A third shadow, leaping in the direction where Ellie had ran. Bulma fired again, catching its attention.

"Come on, boys! Come get me!"

She ran out of the house, looking around frantically but not seeing Ellie anywhere. All Bulma could do was make the remaining two men chase her and hope that Ellie made it safely away. Her heart ached for Levi, but there was nothing else she could do for him, except give Ellie a chance to escape.

She leaped onto her bike and, with a swing of her leg, she kicked off the charging cable. The bike roared to life and Bulma sped off, firing behind her to keep her pursuers interested in her.

Back inside the burning house, the two smaller silhouettes stood beside the larger man that had fallen. The larger man grunted.

"Took a pounding there, big man!" one said almost mockingly in its high pitched voice. "You alright?"

The large man grunted again, lifting himself up from the burning ground. The bullets fell off his body like burnt paper.

He let out an enraged growl.

"Why did you let her get away?" he barked.

"I mean, the Master's a creep but even he wouldn't want a-"

"I'm not talking about the kid! I'm talking about the Pichi Pichi girl!"

The three ran out of the house and were immediately met with gunfire.

"C'mon boys! Are ya giving up so soon?" Bulma teased, revving her bike.

The leader growled furiously.

"New plan," he said. "Chiaotzu, get the kid. Krillen, time to see if you've got what it takes to be one of us!"

"We're with you, Tien!" Chiaotzu cheered.

"Wait a sec, guys," Krillen said. "This just doesn't feel right."

Tien grabbed Krillen by his gi and picked him up. "Look Krillen, the Master only trains those who are willing to provide the required tribute. And for him, it's pichi pichi girls. Now do you want to join the school, or do you want to go back to being that short loser from Oranji Temple?"

Krillen looked down at his clenched fists. "Fine," he sighed.

"Then let's stop standing around and go get ourselves a Pichi Pichi girl!"


They were coming.

The silence of the night was violently disturbed by the loud roar of Bulma's bike as she tore through the forest at full speed. Bulma mentally mapped the next few seconds of terrain ahead and turned back, bringing up the gun she had brought along with her right hand. She opened fire, but the rapid recoil of the gun mixed with the unpredictable terrain made her fire wildly.

Her pursuers continued undeterred.

Bulma's ragged breathing fogged her helmet's visor, but she did not release her Capsule Bike's accelerator. It growled loudly in protest of the unfamiliar terrain. At one point the tires slipped. Bulma shrieked in terror, but hung on, as the bike sent them tumbling away from the barely visible footpath and into the thick forest.

The artificial piloting system kicked in and the bike gained a life of its own for a moment, swerving and jerking around the incoming trees until it plotted a safe way back onto the footpath. In the middle of the chaos, she lost her grip on her firearm and it went flying out into the darkness. All she could do now was hold on and hope she could lose them. Tears flowed down Bulma's trembling cheeks as she heard her pursuers close behind; the tree branches rustled violently against their unnatural speed.

Flight. Her pursuers were flying. What kind of nightmare island was this? Ellie, I sure hope you got away safe. At least she had the box of capsules with food and drink. She should be fine until Bulma could circle around and look for her.

Looking behind her, she had managed to get a quick glance at the face of the taller pursuer, the one that should have been down by now, but there he was chasing after her. His eyes were filled with a primal fire that sent a shiver down her spine. She refused to think about how that fire could be satiated.

As the bike leaped from the woods and back onto the path, Bulma glanced up ahead and her heart sank. Beyond the hill she was coming down on was a clearing with a tiny house at the edge of the beach, overlooking the vast ocean. In other words, a dead end. No weapon, no cover and no place left to run.

Suddenly, her bike hit something solid, hard. The impact sent Bulma flying into the air. She landed with a wet thud on some tall grass, which cushioned her fall. The bike spun wildly and crashed against the small house, exploding and leaving a large crater against the wall.

Bulma's senses fogged for a moment. She brought herself up to her knees and looked back. To her horror, the object she crashed into was a man. And horrifying still was the fact that the man picked himself up unscathed. What kind of island is this?

"You again!"

The voice was familiar.

"Flame-head!" Bulma cried in relief.

"What the hell is it with you and running into me? And look what you've done to my house!" Vegeta barked, rubbing the bruise in his forehead with the back of his arm. He was surprised to see Bulma, but even more surprised that she had survived this long in the unforgiving jungle.

"Flame-head, you've gotta help me!" Bulma stammered, pulling herself up and running to him. "These perverts that are kidnapping girls are chasing me and I don't know what to do!"

"Why would I help such an ungrateful woman!" Vegeta crossed his arms. "What was it before? You had a Rex now and didn't need my help? Release the beast and let him eat you. That would end your suffering real quick, now wouldn't it?"

"Please!" Bulma begged, digging her dirty fingernails into Vegeta's gi.

"Unhand me, woman!" Vegeta gripped her wrists forcefully and pushed her away with enough force that Bulma fell back to the ground. She stared up at him in shock, tears forming in her eyes. Vegeta himself seemed a little shock by the amount of force he had used. He stepped back with a look of regret.

"I'm-" He stopped mid-sentence. Suddenly he felt it, this massive power surge. Surely it was Bulma's pursuers. Them, seriously? A predatory smile formed in Vegeta's face. "Stop that crying. I'll handle them. Just stay behind me." Bulma wiped her tears and nodded.

Vegeta raised his fists. Adrenaline began to pump through him, but he remained balanced. The wind picked up around him like a hurricane, his orange gi flapping wildly against his skin. Vegeta kept his fists up, priming his legs for just the right moment… There!

Vegeta leaped up, becoming a blur to the untrained eye and reappeared directly in front of Tien.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't old three-eyes," he said. Tien's eyes widened with shock, obviously caught off guard. "Missed me?"

Vegeta swung his elbow down on Tien's head, hard. The blow sent him crashing back down to earth, hard. Vegeta used his momentum to come down on Tien's abdomen with a punishing kick, his bare foot sinking beyond Tien's rib cage. Tien coughed in pain.

"What's this I'm hearing about kidnapping little girls?" Vegeta pressed down cruelly as Tien screamed. "This is a new low, even for the Crane School! Not so fun when you're the one being crushed, is it?"

"You… You…"

"What's that? Speak up! I can't hear past your incessant gurgling!"

"You… You… Cocky bastard!"

Vegeta allowed himself a hearty laugh. For as long as he had known Tien, he had always been a bully. But to stoop down this low? Kidnapping girls?!Vegeta allowed his arrogance to mask his disgust. Grandpa Gohan would've stamped the Crane School for a practice so despicable.

Something hard crashed into the back of his head and it almost made Vegeta lose his footing. Almost.

The impact had clearly hurt the other guy more. Krillen rubbed the reddening spot in his head.

"Now, the other one I've met," Vegeta said, maintaining his mocking tone. His opponents always hated that. "But you must be new to the Crane School. Is it some form of pre-requisite to look like a polished farm egg to join the team? Take my advice, baldie. Don't listen to a word Tien says or you'll end up just like him – a loser, laying on the ground, with my foot on his chest."

"They've taught me plenty!" Krillen said. "And Tien's not a loser! He's the bravest, strongest fighter I know! And I've trained just as hard!"

Gathering his energy, he lifted off the ground, levitating into a sky dance fighting stance. Vegeta was genuinely impressed at this. Although he could leap high and long distances, his grandpa had never taught him to sky dance, to actually fly.

Vegeta smiled at the thought of the challenge. He didn't need to fly. Vegeta had his own trump card up his sleeve.

"Well, come on, then, cue-ball. Show me what you're made of."

Krillen flew towards him, but Vegeta was faster. He wrapped his tail around Tien's ankle and flung it at Krillen, who smashed into him directly. As both fell from the sky, Vegeta somersaulted, landing two hard kicks against both fighters, sending them crashing back down to earth again.

Vegeta landed with his arms crossed.

Tien struggled to get back up, his veins bulging wildly around his body. Krillen was clearly out and didn't move again. Tien glared at Vegeta.

"Too bad. In the end, the Crane School is nothing but smoke and mirrors." Vegeta mocked.

Tien managed to get to his feet, seething with rage. Vegeta dropped to his haunches beside him.

"Now are you going to stop kidnapping girls? Or am I going to have to put you down for good?"

"You really should shut up," Tien said, bringing his hands together. "And learn to take out the arms."

Vegeta realized too late what Tien was up to. He crossed his arms, forming his ki around him like a protective barrier as Tien unleashed his full power.

"Tri-beam HAAAA!"

Night became day in an instant. The sheer intensity of the attack ripped through Vegeta, tattering his clothes and ripping into his body. He had never felt such an intense pain in his life. Vegeta growled in pain as the attack drained his energy.

Slowly, the attack subsided, and Vegeta fell to his knees, completely drained. He felt, more than he saw, Tien flying towards him, his leg swinging out powerfully. Vegeta tried to raise his arms, tried to block or at least duck out of the way, but his muscles did not respond at all. He took the full force of the kick in the face and was sent on his back, but Tien did not relent.

With newfound energy, Tien unleashed a savage flurry of kicks and punches. With every blow, Vegeta could feel his body literally breaking. A rib here, his shin there, his foot. Finally the onslaught ended with a ki blast that sent Vegeta through the ground, digging through the dirt as he slid to a stop.

"Vegeta!" Bulma screamed. Tien was above Vegeta now, floating like some manic wraith eager to finish him off.

"Not so tough… now! Are you, Vegeta? You should've finished the fight when you had the chance. But here's something your Grandpa never taught you: When you knock your enemy down, you do it hard enough so he can't get back up."

Tien came down like a missile, his boot right on top of Vegeta's shoulder, shattering it instantly.

Vegeta roared in pain, tears flowing out of his eyes and mixing with the blood on his face.

"Tien, enough." Krillen yelled.

"It's a shame I can't kill you in front of Grandpa." Tien said, cruelly.

Vegeta's rage surged, but his body was no longer responding to his need to continue fighting.

"You…!"

"Tien!"

"Where is the old bastard, anyway."

"Tenshinhan!"

That made Tien stop. Krillen, in his torn orange gi was bowing respectfully as the Crane Hermit himself stepped out from the shadows, observing the aftermath of the fight. Immediately, Tien dropped on his knee and bowed reverantly at his master as the old man made his way to Vegeta's disfigured body.

"Vegeta!" Bulma ran from her hiding place to where he lay. "Stop it! Stop hurting good people, you monsters!"

An ugly smile formed across the old man's wrinkled face, amused.

"You're having a bad day, aren't you my boy?" he said, standing over Vegeta.

Vegeta couldn't even open his eyes. His labored breathing muffled his own response.

"Go… to hell, old man."

"How dare you disrespect the Master?!" Tien got up, lifting a palm. "Please, Master, allow me to end this refuse and be done with it."

But Master Shen shook his head.

"As much as I would love to see the product of an old enemy of mine eradicated, it will not be today."

"But Master, why?"

The old man looked over Vegeta in an almost sorrowful manner.

"Today, Gohan has died. I felt it. We all did. Roshi, Ox King, and all the Martial Artists from that era. Today is a day of mourning and resignation." He knelt down beside Vegeta. "And if only temporarily, a day of truce."

Krillen looked up at Tien's trembling fists.

"As you wish, Master," he said, bowing submissively.

"Excellent," Master Shen said, clasping his wrinkled hands together and turning his attention to Bulma. "Now, what have we here?"

"A gift from Krillen for his admission into the Crane School," Tien said quickly. "A pichi pichi girl like no other, just as you've requested, Master."

"Krillen, my boy, you make my old heart rejoice. Welcome to the fold. Bring her along, we've got quite a journey back home."

Tien bowed obediently and grabbed Bulma.

"Wait, no, Tien," Krillen started to say.

"There's no backing out now. You're one of us. Is that a problem?"

Krillen's eyes met Bulma's, then he looked back at Vegeta's crumpled body and at the destroyed dojo that blazed in the night.

"No," he said, lowering his gaze in shame at what they had done. What he had done. "Let's just go."

"No!" Bulma screamed as he threw her over his shoulder and the three lifted off the ground, flying away from the island. "No!"

"Vegetaaaaa!"


A/N: Ah, so we meet some familiar faces already! I intended to change a few things around, to see how character's stories would be affected. I don't want it to be just Vegeta in Goku's shoes kind of story; Some characters may start out in compeletely different places from the original story. How will Krillen be affected by the taste of being a bad guy? And how can Vegeta come back from this near-death experience? Let's find out! Next time on Dragon Ball: Dark Black!


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