Without further ado:

Chapter 16: Destination: Earth!

~*o*~One year later~*o*~

A spark of recognition flashed through several z-warriors as they felt the massive ki wash over Earth.

Racing out of his shower, not at all bothered by his state of nudity, Vegeta ran to the balcony where Bulma, Yamcha and Krillin sat with the weird flying cat thing and talking pig. The other warriors were also looking up to the sky.

"How is he still alive!?" Vegeta cried out staring at the seemingly peaceful blue sky in pure terror as sweat gathered on his brow mixing with the droplets of moisture.

"Is-Is that Frieza?" Yamcha trembled.

"Frieza!?" Bulma shrieked, her eyes following theirs.

"I-it can't be-e!" Krillin trembled undoubtedly uncomfortable about the thought of facing the same thing that killed him over a year and a half ago. The man unknowingly grabbing at his chest, the same spot Frieza's horns kabobbed him.

Vegeta openly growled through gritted teeth. 'This can't be happening! Damn that Kakarot, how could he let that monster live? We're as good as dead,'

Turning around, Vegeta stalked off back into the large home, the humans turning to follow him only to look away in embarrassment.

"Damn it Vegeta! Get some clothes on!" Yamcha yelled.

Looking over his shoulder, he openly glared at the male. "What do you think I'm doing? Besides we have a few hours before he arrives," he looked over to Bulma who was looking everywhere but him as red heated her cheeks. "Get ahold of the others, we'll have to face him when he lands,"

With it said he walked to his room, gifted to him by Bulma along with any clothes and necessities. Though they often could be found fighting the two had grown to be friends, much to the dismay of Yamcha. When they did speak, it was often short and brief in nature, but it is what led to the companionship they now shared. Both taking comfort in that they were not alone in their wait for their mates' return. He would never be able to thank the woman for her gratitude, though his attitude often was soared, she never held it against him. And it seemed she enjoyed the fighting as much as he did because if he wasn't training in the gravity chamber, he was thinking about Kagome. Their spats offered him a distraction, just as they did her.

As all his armor was ruined from his excessive training as of late, and most of the clothes he owned were dirty, the saiyan prince opted for the only thing that was clean; blue jeans, a white tank top, and a pale pink short-sleeved button-up shirt. In bold black letters was write 'BAD-MAN' across the back.

All the while grumbling about the shirt the saiyan walked back up to the balcony.

"Lookin' good Vegeta," Yamcha laughed through his nervousness.

"Shut it!" he snapped back. "We have more important things to worry about,"

"I got ahold of Gohan," Krillin sighed "And if we can feel it the others can too,"

"Damn that Kakarot!" Vegeta growl slamming his hand on the table. "He let the bastard live, and now we're going to die because he's too soft!"

"Come on, Frieza's dead. King Kai said so himself. Maybe it's someone else?" Yamcha offered as if that was any better.

Glaring at Yamcha with sinister intent, the saiyan momentary thought of killing the weak man, he surely wouldn't miss the weakling. They hadn't gotten along since the beginning, and it hadn't gotten better over time. And he wouldn't miss the male's behaviors towards Bulma, who had now stated she wasn't at all interested. She had confessed to Vegeta that she was in love with Goku and went as far as to desire the other saiyan as a mate. But even if she hadn't told the others that, the damned human male was not taking no as an answer, and it was what fueled Vegeta's growing dislike of Yamcha. "Are you suggesting I can't tell the difference between ki sources? I think I know what I'm talking about and that is most definitely Frieza and the second power can only belong to that of King Cold; he's the only one who could possibly be stronger than Frieza," his fists tightened at his side. 'Damn you Kakarot,'

Not bothering to wait for them Vegeta took off in the direction he best believed his longtime enemy would be landing. The other's would undoubtedly follow.

~Our Saiyan Siblings~

She felt his area before she saw the ship zoom past them toward the planet earth, which happened to be only a few hours journey away. But they would never be able to get there before them.

"We can't let him do to Earth what he did to Planet Namek and Planet Vegeta," Kagome began to panic.

"We won't," Goku chuckled in a very Raditz like fashion. He radiated confidence and power, his sureness no doubt stemming from his previous fight and resent training. Any other time she would have been amused but this downright pissed her off.

Kagome grabbed Goku roughly by the ruffled collar of his Yardrat uniform and yanked him down, so they looked into each other's eyes. Black and black clashed, his calm while she's blazed with a fierce rage. "You will teleport us there now!" She growled lowly, and watched the confidence drain from his face. "After everything, he's done to me, our people; our family -hell the universe!- he deserves to die!"

He frowned. "What do you want us to do?"

"The only thing I want you to do is teleport us onto that ship," she demanded.

With a heavy sigh, he pressed his finger to his temple, his arms firmly around her waist.

There was a moment of weightlessness, and gray fuzz before they appeared within the large ship, directly in front of her stood her intended target, or should she say targets. Frieza and his father Lord Cold, surround by useless soldiers. But her eyes were glued to Frieza.

He stood with bloodied colored eyes wide open in a show of surprise. Bits of metal took up little more than half his gray face; same could be said for the rest of his body. Composed of metal along with gray and purple skin, his tail was even bionicle. He looked just as evil as ever to her, his body radiated anger and power. His eyes, now that was very different, the red had always been intense, but now they were crazed. This Frieza was far more dangerous than the one who'd imprisoned her, sodomized and raped her, killed her friends, family, and people, but worst was he'd taken the life of her mate. This new man would take the universe with him, not just planets, to get what he wanted.

Revenge.

But then again, Kagome was no different; she would destroy anything and everything to tear him apart.

Just as he had been surprised moments ago, his eyes narrowed shifting from her to Goku. This only served to anger her further.

Flash stepping behind him, she firmly grabbed him by the back of the neck. He stiffened under her touch; it took all her willpower not to laugh at the irony. How many times had he done the same thing to her? How many times? Too many. "You should really be keeping your eyes on me, my pet," she spat before throwing him, making sure to hold onto his bionic arm, ripping it from his body, into his father causing both to topple atop the various soldiers.

Now she did, in fact, laugh as she threw the arm over her shoulder. She would finally have her revenge. Looking over her shoulder she saw Goku looking away. He'd made it clear he would remain out of it unless she truly needed him.

Kagome wouldn't need him at all. She had been working this past year for this moment.

Harnessing her anger, and all her other emotions, she used it as Goku had taught her. Her power rose to the surface in a roar of rose gold lightning as her priestess powers mixed with the raw energy. Her body erupted in light leaving her black eyes tainted pink and turned her hair a silvery blonde. Raw power crackled along her skin, the heat and sound almost made her purr; it felt so good to be powerful.

"I've come for my revenge, after all, it's been a long time coming," she laughed bitterly, tendrils of her power latched onto all of her soon to be victims; holding them in place.

"I pass judgment," they began to scream as their blood was set ablaze. They would die, but not yet, first she would take out her revenge, and then she'll make sure that their judgment would be just and swift.

Blacken eyes clashed with crazed red. She walked slowly over to Frieza, her power working to hold everyone in their place. His eyes trembled, she could practically taste the fear in the air. She closed her eyes, breathing it in, it was intoxicating.

"P-please," he began in a broken whisper. "I… I'm sorry,"

Her eyes snapped open, and her hand was at his throat. "You're what? I don't think I heard you properly,"

He looked around and then up at his father. With a growl, her hand tightened.

"I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!" He pleaded.

She practically saw red. "You're sorry? YOU'RE SORRY?!" She slammed him to the ground, his body denting the metal. "After everything you've done to me, you're sorry? No, you don't know the meaning of being sorry! You kidnapped and raped me, kept me as your personal prisoner for over a decade! You killed everyone and everything I held dear! And for what? My suffering?

"What did I ever do to you to deserve such pain?"

His body shook as blood came from his eyes and mouth. His hand gripping her wrist, digging his nails into her skin.

"WHY!?" she screamed.

"I-I lo-love you," he gasped

She roared angrily bringing his body up before once more slamming it to the ground making him cough up blood. "Love? You twisted freak! You never loved me, you tortured me,"

"Please,"

Through gritted teeth, she hissed. "I pass judgment on you Frieza, I sentence you to death for unspeakable crimes against the universe. You will die at my hands," This would do nothing for her pain, but she could not let him live when his very existence was a risk to people everywhere.

Red eyes rolled back into his head. She could feel his life slipping away. If he could survive space, she'd need to make sure there's nothing left of him. His body flashed before turning to ash, leaving behind only the metal parts of what had made up his disfigured body.

Standing up she let her power wash over the room. She still had to pass judgment on the others.

"You're all guilty!"