Yo! Son Goku and friends! Saiyan Saga (Chapter 12)
North Kai
"Are you serious? If your pupils manage to pull that off it'll be a huge win for the North Galaxy. Not having to rely on Beerus for a universe level threat is a big flex, North Kai."
"It would but that's incredibly doubtful. Goku and Raditz are barely breaking 3,000 right now. There's no way in hell they could reach Frieza AND Emperor Cold on top of that in their lifetime."
King Kai looked to the brothers who were causing quakes and rumbles with their vigorous clashing of fists and feet. His antennae bobbed and weaved as he spoke telepathically.
"I gotta let you go, South Kai, I'll talk to you later."
"Seeya!"
King Kai composed himself with a clearing of the throat and stepped onto the grass near his two disciples.
"Raditz! Goku!" He shouted loudly.
The brothers stopped almost immediately and turned to face their masters.
"What's up King Kai?"
"I have some news about Prince Vegeta and Nappa."
"Finally!" Raditz responded by punching his right into his left.
"As I know of it, Emperor Cold is willing to let Vegeta take leave soon. BUT." King Kai held his index high in a declaration, drawing in the attention of the two.
Goku nodded with wide eyes.
"Vegeta might leave anyway and willingly drag his reputation down in the Cold Estate just to pursue his own ambitions. At any rate the Saiyans are likely heading towards Earth in the next month."
Raditz clenched his right and looked down at it with intensity.
"They are far away from Earth but the Cold Estate technology is very advanced and will arrive in at least four months from their current position."
"So we have five months then?" Raditz questioned.
"Give or take, yes."
Goku smiled wide and energy rolled off of his being with gusto.
"I must warn you two, neither of you are even half of the strength of The Prince as you are now."
Raditz nodded with discomfort and curled in his lips.
"And on top of that, The Prince still has until he leaves to train, meaning he could get even stronger. So we must prepare for the worst."
"Right!"
"Of course."
"Continue your beam defense, the royal Saiyan lineage grants potent pools of ki to its heirs so your defence against energy attacks is paramount."
The brothers went back to training right away, causing shockwaves to ring out as they clashed.
Prince Vegeta
The Prince awoke to many Cold Estate scientists running around the stark white room. He punched in a few keys on the pad to the side and the water drained through the holes at the bottom of the pod. Lifting the hatch from a handle at the bottom, Vegeta stepped out of the Rejuvenation Chamber with pride. The Prince cracked his neck and yelled out loudly:
"Where's Nappa?"
"He's waiting in the throne room, Prince."
Vegeta squinted his eyes and walked out of the room.
Upon entering the hallway Vegeta looked both ways, turning right and walking with graceful strides.
After a while Vegeta came across a room with an elaborately decorated plaque at the top labelling:
Prince Vegeta the 8th's Room
The doors were red with gold handles and contrasted harshly against the ergonomic white hallways.
Prince Vegeta liked to keep things very organised and regal. Dust, dirt, and things that could be considered filth were definitely not welcome in his presence. This steadfast hatred for unkemptness would come back to bite him harshly in the near future.
The Prince walked into his room which was well kept, housing a deep red crimson carpet and gold coloured walls. The Saiyan banner stood with stoicism on the right side of the door to Vegeta's immediate left as he waltzed in. He had polished brown wood finishes on his dresser, bedside table, closet, and shelf on the right side. Vegeta put the Saibamen drops in a cubby on the shelf and took off his blue tights.
The tights were ripped from the affair with Bardock prior and the Saiyan looked with disgust at the blood on them. In a flash he elected to destroy the clothing in an ashy display using his ki.
Vegeta hit a rotating stretch with his core and hips grabbing onto his shoulders with the off hand and stretching out straight with his right, and then following through with his left. He breathed a deep sigh and closed his eyes.
The Prince then took off his boots and threw them into a loose hamper next to the shelf. He took off his tattered cape and placed it on a rack to the left of his bed. (facing the door) After that Vegeta filed through his closet near the rack and looked at different pairs of Cold Estate armour.
"Short sleeve." Vegeta declared as he moved the armours aside and grabbed a tight blue tee from the back.
The Prince fit snug inside the shirt and grabbed a cuirass on the far right.
Cuirass like the one Bardock wore were definitely more of his style than the standard pauldron look most of the Cold Estate wore.
The armour was rubbery and very small, but stretched as it came over The Prince. Vegeta cracked his knuckles and headed over to the dresser. He squatted down and grabbed a pair of socks from the bottom drawer, grabbed black underwear from the drawer just above and then opened the last at the top and picked out a matching blue pair of leggings before slamming all three closed with a three-piece kick combination using his left.
Dom, pom, kom!
Vegeta threw his current underwear into the bin with a lazy toss and put on the rest of his fit. He looked to the shelf and grabbed a pair of boots from the cubby nearest the door. Vegeta sighed out and sat down on a stool in front of the shelf, staring at his middle row of scouters. There were over a hundred, each with differing colours. He studied them very closely. Many of different makes and models. One of the green scouters on the far right near the door had a piece of tape with the letters: 'Caulifla' on it.
Vegeta actually liked to collect scouters and would routinely grab them from the deceased or MIA.
He ignored that one and stared intently at a blocky yellow one in the middle cubby. Vegeta nodded and snatched it up, placing it firmly on his left ear.
Be-bee!
"Hmph." Vegeta smiled warmly at the sound. "Cold Empire model 3. A rustic design abandoned by the Cold Estate in the pursuit of a more modern design philosophy. Trash, this retro U.I. works much better for actually SEEING the enemy. Way too much visual clutter in our newer models."
Vegeta took off the scouter and caressed it with a handkerchief he took from atop the shelf.
"You're a little dusty, sorry friend."
The Prince placed the yellow scouter back on his ear and filed out the door. He tapped on the device several times.
Tp. tp. Pt. Be-bu-bu-bu-beeep!
"Father! Are we taking separate ships?"
"No son, Bardock and I are in the royal hangar right now waiting for you."
"On my way."
"Is Nappa coming?"
Vegeta looked down the hallway and could see the large entrance of the throne room, pillars and all.
"No."
"Well alright, we got an ETA?"
"I'll be there when I'm damn good and ready."
Be-beee!
Bardock
The veteran Saiyan tapped his foot steadily on the ground as he waited.
"What's taking The Princess so long?"
King Vegeta rubbed his glove across his prickly facial hair and wore a scowl. After a while The Prince stepped into the hangar with swagger, gyrating his shoulders smoothly and dominantly.
"Ha-ha! You're walking like you're not two feet tall."
The King motioned to Bardock with his left palm and he shut up.
"That's right, Scum."
Bardock shot a predatory look back at The Prince in an angered gaze but was met with an equally intense one. The father of Turles was shocked to see so much life in The Prince considering the humiliating defeat he just gave him.
Bardock and the royal family piled into the back of the spaceship and the door hung open for a moment as the ship rose into the air.
"Is that Cold Empire? Going back to retro, son?"
A smile slipped out of The Prince before he deliberately forced a frown.
"Yes father, I decided to wear one of the classics for Vampa. We know the high end for our targets anyway so I don't think it will be a big deal."
The King just nodded and turned over to the pilot.
"Thanks for taking us out on such short notice, Paragus." The King said with a bow.
"You flatter me, my liege. It's my job, I'd be a pretty shitty pilot if I couldn't get it up when I needed to." He shot out cheekily.
Bardock and The King laughed heartily with Paragus and The Prince looked out into the stars as the back door on the ship closed.
"Isn't your wife expecting, Paragus?" Bardock broke the silence.
"You knew?"
"I may have walked around the infirmary a few times to see what the new generation has in store."
Paragus laughed out a tad nervous and steered the ship to the left, tapping into various buttons on the console.
"The doctors think it might be twins."
"Exciting." The King reassured.
"Ehh…" Paragus let out dumbly.
"Yeah, bringing in a single little one into the Cold Estate is bad news, let alone two of em'."
"Nonsense, the Saiyan army welcomes the entry of two young Saiyans."
The ship soared in the cosmic unknown as the three fathers gabbed up a storm, leaving The Prince to brood in the back.
Emperor Cold
The Emperor sat in his throne, bored look in his eyes as he lazily glared up at the mural on the ceiling. His tail snapped a single time and a pocket of wind blew the red carpet around the throne wildly.
"Haaa~" He let out a long sigh as he stared at a particular segment of the mural. It was a portrait of someone who looked vaguely like Frieza and himself but with a few tweaks and variances.
Emperor Cold recalls the last time he saw his son, Cooler.
"It's coming up soon, you know." The Emperor said with a smirk and a raised brow as he looked over at the smaller figure to his left.
"Actually, father." Cooler spoke elegantly.
"Yes?"
"I've decided that I'm no longer abiding by the rule of The Cold Estate."
The Emperor's eyes widened with such intensity.
Cooler was always impeccable at keeping face and maintaining cordial relationships until it was time to act. This was no different. He had been thinking of leaving The Cold Estate for many years as he didn't believe in ruling through threats, intimidation, and subjugation.
"If I were to rule, father. I wouldn't ever listen to a single word you had to say to me."
Cold couldn't even say anything, the sheer shock of it all forcing his mouth open with nothing to show for it.
"I don't believe in your way so I couldn't rule what you've set up and even if you let me, my rule would be stained by what you've set up."
"...I…"
"It's a lose-lose situation that I don't want to be a part of."
Cooler walked down the hall with calculated steps, his segmented purple and white tail wagging once on the left and then another on the right before he turned and gave a half-glance at his father.
"And I don't believe that I should hold the power in my hands to take the life of another, either through death or ruling. Who gave me that right? It wasn't you. You were only half of what brought me into existence. The fact that I'm stronger than these people doesn't prove anything on its own. It just means I'm strong. Goodbye father."
Emperor Cold is brought back to reality
His large tail swung to the side and slammed up against his large black marble throne, shaking the room thoroughly as he sat, cheek on his right fist, leaning over the throne armrests lazily. The Emperor scanned around the mural one more time before settling on another large portrait of a blue furred goat-man with a sparse white beard.
Prince Vegeta
Just before landing The Prince noticed a figure seeming to be waiting for the crew's arrival. He had the same hair as Bardock. Upon actually turning the scouter on, Vegeta was taken aback completely at Bardock and the Saiyan's battle power.
"Unreal…" He thought. "How could these non-elites possess 14 and 17? It's preposterous!"
The back door of the ship opened and Bardock walked out with pride.
"We need to talk, father." Turles said coldly.
"Gotcha. Give us a minute!"
The King nodded and the father and son wandered off into the cave systems below.
"Father?"
"Yes?"
"Why do those non-elites almost match your battle power?"
"They've been training rigorously for a very long time."
"I train MUCH harder than they do. They do not have the right to stand above me like that."
"If that's the case, son, what are you going to do about it?"
The Prince's brow furrowed and he stared deep into the black abyss Bardock just disappeared into.
"Take it easy, my son. We'll just beat up on some of these beasts and call it a day!" The King looked to reassure the tenseness of his child but The Prince brushed away his hand immediately.
The King's son walked off coldy, tapping on his scouter and flying away.
"They have to be doing something I am not. There's no way their power could rise so quickly! It's preposterous! At this rate those non-elite scum will ascend into Ginyu's ranks. The thought sickens me… Those low borns passing by the royal family like it's nothing!"
The Prince wore a harsh scowl as he zoomed across the sandy wasteland.
"Tch. This sand is a major pain in my ass. 30,000 huh? I'll show those low borns how elites fight."
Vegeta tapped onto his scouter angrily and the yellow glassy screen scanned the muted brown landscape.
De-leleleleleleet!
"Dormant, these creatures are sleeping."
Scouters cannot properly track organisms that are asleep. The Cold Estate has endeavored to find a way to measure the battle power of non awake organisms but has failed so far.
Vegeta raised a brow as he touched down near one of the many green ponds.
"What is this? Algae?"
The Prince made another disgusted face and gathered a blue bolt of light in a sphere atop his left hand. It crackled and popped.
"Wake up!"
The blue energy impacted the beast and caused a light explosion and squeal to ring out. Vegeta touched the button on his scouter again to scan the thing in front of him. The green pond wiggled and jived before a cylindrical creature with large floppy ears ascended with fangs drawn.
"30,000. You know boy, you look awfully stupid for how powerful you are, just like Frieza."
The beast snapped wildly at The Prince but the young Saiyan backstepped with ease.
"Not on your life!"
"Yo, is that The Prince?"
"What is he doing fighting one of those things!?"
Two Saiyans discussed out of earshot, distraught from the clear power difference.
Vegeta ducked around the creature's vigorous snaps, winding around it in a long arc. The beast chomped down one more time, The Prince evading it with a blue dash of ki. The trail winded around and Vegeta impacted the green fur on its back.
WHACK! VYoooooooooooow~ KROK!
"EIIIIIIIIIYAHH!"
The creature's guttural roar boomed outward and echoed wildly throughout the wasteland. In its feels the beast turned sharply and bit down hard on The Prince. The damage was not enough to stun the creature and Vegeta was caught lacking with the attack. The Prince clung to life in an overhead press position as the beast's mighty jaws clamped down.
"OH SHIT! THE PRINCE IS FUCKIN' DEAD YO!" The Saiyan exclaimed with both hands on top of his head, exasperated.
Vegeta's brow furrowed down and he shouted with all of his might. Blue sparks formulating around him, The Prince dropped his arms and the creature went to finish its bite. Upon the shifting of his stance Vegeta shot out a neon blue pillar of light from his position, piercing the top of the creature. It wailed in pain and The Prince gave it no quarter, jamming his shoulder on the roof of its mouth, tearing the creature's head in two, leaving the jaw to remain as it flopped to the ground.
The prince landed with a conviction and smiled devilishly.
The Prince just performed a proper Zenkai. A Zenkai is when a being of much less general strength is able to overcome a being stronger than them. A Zenkai increases one's strength much more than if one were to overcome someone of similar power to them. Technically, every one of the Z fighters have performed Zenkais recently with the fight against Raditz and then Piccolo. No one had dared challenge the green creatures on Vampa until Vegeta showed them how it was done, though he would never admit it, he spent practically a whole day's worth of ki on one attack.
Vegeta let out a heavy breath, cracking his neck. The two Saiyans far off in the distance raised their arms in declaration for The Prince to which he just scoffed at and shook his head.
"Nuisance."
The Prince floated off into the dusty beyond, his thoughts elsewhere.
Turles
"So what do we have, boy?" Bardock questioned as the two meandered their way down the deep cave system.
"I've got news for our next conquest, father." Turles shot out with a snide smirk.
"Nice, what do we have?"
"Guldo found the perfect spot for the next tree, unlike last time where most of the nutrients were in the atmosphere we're going to have a lush planet with plentiful resources to draw from."
Bardock nodded and kind of licked his lips lightly in response.
"The planet is called Babari and apparently most of the inhabitants are neanderthals that won't put up much of a threat And haven't civilised the planet. This kind of situation should yield the best results so far."
"But what about Lord Frieza? A planet that lush is the type he would want us to sell or colonise. If we get sussed out we, or the Ginyu Force, are in some hot water."
"That's the conclusion Ginyu came to as well, but you can't grow without risk. That's why King Vegeta's rule is making us weak, father. We need to stand up for ourselves and die for our principles. If we die for theirs, we would have lived a life solely for them and that's not one I want to subscribe to."
Bardock looked to the floor with some pain in his eyes.
"Is The King really making us weak..?" He ruminated.
"Now, the force doesn't want to pull the trigger on the operation yet, but you'll know as soon as it goes live. Keep in touch."
Bardock waved off his son as he ran out of the cave and into the dusty environment.
"My boy has grown up right in front of me… He didn't used to be this focused, determined. He looks like a real man now. Not like some piece of garbage who's just trying to live paycheck to paycheck like me."
Bardock looked to his red forearm band and tightened it.
"You've gone well beyond son, I'm the one that has to make you proud now."
Dodoria
"Permission to speak, Lord Frieza?" A large pink spiky man in Cold Estate armour asked.
"Ahhhhh, granted I guess." Frieza let out in a bored sing-song manner.
"I've noticed a strange fluctuation in two Saiyan's battle power in the last half a year."
"Do tell, I'm just waiting with bated breath at the thought."
The Lord's sarcasm just caused the pink man to curl in his blue lips and look about the room.
"Well uh… Fuck it! Turles and his father Bardock have magically gained over 5,000 units of battle power this year alone. The average for Saiyan growth is only about 100 or so give or take. I know it's not my place to say but I know how often The Emperor goes on about the Super Saiyan and what have you."
"I don't care, Dodoria. Your battle power is 200,000 or something right?"
"R-right." Dodoria responded awkwardly.
"Even if their king went super he wouldn't even come close to YOU. What incentive do I have to care? I have a golden form that goes even further beyond my current state, tell me how Saiyans; an entire race below the 30,000 bracket even come up on my radar? We employed those weak work horses for that exact purpose, if a few ascend beyond that, it only serves to make them more useful. Dismissed."
The last words tore through the room with a relentless coldness, pushing Dodoria on the back foot.
"Ye-yes, Lord Frieza. I'm so sorry as to come to you with nonsense."
"You're damn right, now go away. I want to look at the stars."
Dodoria had a confused look marked on his face.
"Go on now, shoo." Lord Frieza waved him out the door and continued his stargazing.
Dodoria walked out into the hallway with heavy stomps.
"Well that could have gone better, way to go, me."
Dodoria paced around the hallway for a bit, deep in thought.
"It's all about phrasing. If I can phrase it well, maybe I can get Emperor Cold to let me snuff out those damn Saiyan monkeys." Dodoria punched his left into his right with a wide smile.
The large pink man wore a navy blue variant of the Cold Estate armour. He had spiky protrusions on his head and forearms. He was overall very gruff looking and intimidated easily with his strange look. Dodoria headed down the hallway and gulped hard. He swung open the door and turned off his scouter.
The Cold Hallway was intense for whoever walked through it. It was the hallway that separated the throne room and the rest of the building. It was laced with The Emperor's ki and pressured down intensely through its entirety. The sense of dread was palatable and Emperor Cold wanted it that way as only those with strong convictions could finish the trek. Some have died due to the immense pressure.
Dodoria wiped the beads of sweat off of his forehead and made sure to turn off his scouter before opening the door to the throne room and gazing high up to the behemoth that was Emperor Cold. He couldn't stop himself from swallowing hard for a second time. Emperor Cold furrowed his brow at the mural on the ceiling before shifting his gaze to the rotund spiky pink near the door.
"Fat Man? What a displeasure it is." Emperor Cold's more focused look transformed into a cocky smile as he laid upon the throne in a lax position.
His tail cracked like a whip as he let out a deep sigh.
"My pardons for bothering you, Emperor."
"Oh well you know that's just not enough Dodoria. But I'll forgive you anyway."
The intensity of Emperor Cold's presence got to him and he forgot what he was going to say.
"If you're going to occupy the throne room with your disgusting fat body I'm going to need some drama. Don't make me get up."
"Ye-ye-yess Emperor."
"Oh bother. You come in here looking like death and you can't even speak either? It's a wonder your ugly parents let a retard like you grow to full capacity. It's its own drama in a way." Emperor Cold's words stung fiercely as he looked done with the ordeal, examining his nails.
"I have ne-news a-b-bout potential Super Saiyans."
"Ohhhh yessss!" The Emperor blurted out as if he were on the verge of sexual release. "Please tell me you're not bullshitting. I'm not gonna forgive you this time, seeing as you made me get out of my seat and all."
"Ne-never, Emperor."
"Good. Now go on, the news." Cold smiled genuine and made killer eye contact with Dodoria.
"Bardock and his son Turles-"
"Oh you want me to kill you?" Emperor Cold interrupted almost immediately with his pointer finger raised.
"No no please let me finish!"
"BAH! Fiiiiine. I suppose they could add a little bit of drama." The Emperor sat back down in his chair, huffy like a child.
"Their battle power has risen a total of 5,000 units in half a year alone. I'm thinking tha-"
"That's not what makes a Super Saiyan, Dodoria. 5!" The Emperor raised his right hand and placed his cheek on his left, maintaining a drained gaze at the only other man in the room.
"4!"
Dodoria's eyes widened and he just blurted out:
"I'm sorry for bothering you Emperor!"
"3!"
The pink man dashed mad to the door, his heavy stomps causing quakes.
"He's really using energy to get out of here? Now that's funny." The Emperor thought to himself. "2!"
Dodoria swung open the doors and barreled down the hallway, his form disappearing soon enough.
"What a bitch. Honestly." Emperor Cold looked back to the mural on the ceiling and smirked. "I'm not putting anything else on here until Vegeta comes and shows me what a Super Saiyan really is." The Emperor's hands reached out to the blank spot on the canvas as he wore a toothy smile.
Emperor Cold
"Ahh, you know what?" Emperor Cold spoke loudly to himself in the empty throne room. "I've made the poor prince wait long enough. If I don't let him leave to blow off some steam, what if he never becomes a Super Saiyan? Gah! What the hell, I'll let him have it."
The Emperor hopped off the throne and a dull, massive thud rang out in response to his large figure. He stretched out wide into the stars on the ceiling and smiled gleefully. The Emperor stretched it out for a moment before opening the door with a wave of his palm. The doors slammed into the walls of the hall and he strided inside regally. He snapped and the doors closed with grace.
The Emperor's figure radiated ki as he stepped out into the rest of the building.
"Emperor!" A random green skinned Cold Estate employee bowed feverishly.
Emperor Cold just smiled.
"What a bitch! Hahahahahahaha!" His pompous giggles rang out with rapid fire as if he had learned what it was like to laugh from watching spy movies. "Move along little one." He waved at the Cold Estate employee, causing him to scramble down the hallway.
Ginyu walked gallantly down the hallway, opposite The Emperor. As he rounded into view of him, Ginyu nodded and took a firm salute while walking.
"Ahhh! Ginyu! Someone I respect."
"Likewise."
The two met in the middle with their right hands in front of the Command Centre.
"What brings you here, darling?"
"Gotta go holler at your boy about an operation on Planet Zoon."
"Just know that you always have my permission, Captain."
"Didn't ask." Ginyu replied cheekily, pushing the Emperor back with a shove and a smile.
"Hahahahahahahaha! You're a riot, Ginyu."
"That's my boy Lord Frieza over there. Dab me up! Hmm?" Ginyu raised a brow at Frieza's hesitance.
"Hello father."
"Frieza."
The atmosphere of the room was cold, Ginyu took a more neutral position, backing away from the royals.
"I have come here to tell you that I am granting Vegeta a half a year leave. That is all."
Frieza nodded and The Emperor turned around on a dime, his cape flailing wide in a sharp snap.
Whu~WHAKK!
"That was just his cape." Ginyu gulped down hard. "That thing could have torn my head off and he was just turning around…"
Ginyu stood up tall and wiped the bottom of his lip with his thumb as The Emperor strided out into the hallway.
"Ginyu?"
"Yes sire?" Ginyu kind of fumbled out.
"You forgot to dab me up."
"Hah-hah! My apologies!"
Prince Vegeta
"Nappa!" Vegeta yelled as he threw his stained armour and shirt into the bin, tapping on his scouter.
"Yes Prince?" He came over somewhat muffled through the comms.
"We're leaving for Earth tomorrow. 7 A.M on the dot. No stops. It should take us four months and two days exactly." The Prince reiterated as he threw his leggings and underwear into the basket as well.
"Understood. Do you need me to make any extra preparations beforehand?"
"No Nappa, we won't need anything. The only opposition we face are the Earthlings. They won't pose any threat."
"Of course, sire."
Vegeta cut off the comms with a press of a button and placed the yellow scouter gently in the middle cubby. The Prince then walked over to the closet and picked out the most well fortified piece of armour from the rack: It was white and gold, just like the rest of his armour sets but this one had complete pauldrons and 3 tassets to protect his legs. Vegeta threw the armour on the bed with a focused glare, staring at his shirts. He took a thinking pose with his right hand covering his mouth as he thought.
"Long sleeve, I don't want those ponce's blood on my skin." Vegeta claimed as he took a deep blue shirt from the rack.
The Prince threw the recently picked item onto the armour. Vegeta took a roundabout route to the dresser and filed through the drawers, picking out the rest of his outfit with matching white boots, socks, and blue leggings but this time grabbing his gloves atop the dresser. He smiled longingly at the white cloth and set them back down.
"Okay." Vegeta reassured to himself as he stared at the items.
He nodded with some enthusiasm and threw the items onto the rack nearest the bed.
"Now the real question. Which cape?"
3 capes stood on the rack. A deep blue one matching the rest of his outfit on the left. A clean cotton material. No Saiyan symbol in sight. A gold cape in the middle. Well kept and sparkling faintly. A silky and regal material. The Saiyan symbol emblazoned red on the back. A commanding red cape on the right, the same colour as his father's. A tough material, made to last. The Saiyan symbol, largest of the two capes, shone in black.
"I have not worn our cape in a long time, I'm sorry mother." Vegeta mourned as he stroked the red fabric.
Vegeta waltzed back over to the dresser and finally put on some underwear. He cracked his neck one final time before turning back to the door, turning off the searing yellow lights, and flopping limp into the silky sheets of his bed.
"What a waste…" He mused with open eyes, peering into the darkness. "I'm spending my time off to go to Earth for shortcuts? Give me a break!"
The Prince turned around in a flourish, grabbing the red blankets and tucking himself in.
"I can't believe I spent all this time training and my answer is to rely on some wild goose chase? Whatever happened to those stories mother and father used to tell me!? The Saiyans were a proud people who took what they wanted whenever they wanted it!"
Vegeta threw off the covers in a huff. Staring up at the vague dark shapes of the ceiling. The Prince gazed at nothing for a long time.
"I suppose it's our just desserts then. If the Saiyans conquered with no equal perhaps we have no right to claim victimhood under the rule of those who conquer with more strength then we."
Vegeta looked to his right hand, the dark shapes swirled as he moved it through the air.
"No, that's not it, at least not exactly."
The Prince pondered, turning over and laying on his stomach.
"It's the fact that those two don't train. EVER. And they're that strong. It just pisses me the fuck off. The nerve to stand above me like that. Father doesn't train very often anymore either. If I had their strength I would test it everyday to see where my true limits ended!"
His steaming fist collided with the silky sheets in an underwhelming display. Vegeta took a more composed shape with his hands drawn into his lips and grasped together.
"I just feel like I'm the ONLY Saiyan around! I see that I'm the only one still using the gravity chambers at 3 A.M. I know that I don't take no lying down like father, like Ginyu, like Cui, like Dodoria, like Zarbon! Those last two CAVE TO FRIEZA!"
His feelings were so strong at the end of his statement, he let them out of his mouth unintentionally. He sat up embarrassed, poking his right temple with his index. The Prince flumped down on his back and looked to the ceiling again. He could see it a little clearer due to his vision fixing under the low light conditions. His tail wagged into the silky bed sheets and he lost himself again for a long time.
"Dodoria and Zarbon have no pride." Vegeta finally thought with more rationale and calm composure. "They simply let Frieza and Cold walk all over them. As much as I dislike the Ginyu Force, at least Ginyu keeps it real. He wouldn't let them disrespect him like that."
He shook his head as he stared into the known unknown of his room.
"I… I…" Vegeta took a deep inhale and closed his eyes.
"I won't take shortcuts, I'll wish for an even tougher road to overcome."
Vegeta opened his eyes and stared upwards longingly at the ceiling.
"His power cannot be measured by the scouters but I will surpass it regardless. No one will be able to rival The Prince."
Vegeta grabbed the covers and threw them over his head, falling into a deep slumber.
Nappa
"Morning, Prince Vegeta, we ready?'
"Think so, Nappa." Vegeta stated boldly, his long red cape fluttering in the soft wind.
"He's wearing the blue…" Nappa thought, taken aback as he gazed at the electric blue scouter on the prince's eye. "Saibamen?"
He wavered two vials of green liquid in response.
"Well let's get to it, Prince. No stops right?"
"Nope." Vegeta replied as the pair entered their small grey orbs with maroon interiors.
Nappa typed into the console on the right side.
"Hey Vegeta?"
"What?"
"NG, X:1561, Y:1244 Z:1112?"
"Yep."
Nappa nodded his head, and pressed enter on the coordinates. He hit a final button on the console and the pod rocketed into the air with immense speed. The pushback forced Nappa even deeper into the seat than he already was. He tapped a few more times on the keys before a mist sprayed over him.
"If we get a wish, I wish for Vegeta to become the leader he's supposed to be."
Nappa closed his eyes and fell asleep as the pod soared through the multicoloured stars and planets.
Nappa recalls the training during his childhood.
"Good god son, you've grown so much!" A bruly Saiyan belted out cheerily.
A young Nappa stared on with starry eyes and wanderlust.
"If you're already at 800 battle power, that says something. You might even be good enough to enlist into The King's personal army."
Nappa's eyes grew even wider at the sentiment.
"But you've got a ways to go so let's get back to the training."
Nappa nodded intently. His father strutted around the green grass in thought.
"I think you're ready for me to pass on our family's technique."
Nappa jumped up and down with excitement.
"Now step back son."
He complied and took long strides back as his father stood up tall and motioned up with his index and middle finger.
Ka-KOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMM! FWuuuuuuuuuuuu~
An enormous eruption of yellow energy surfed around the land before exploding upwards in a volcanic spurt. Nappa's father looked back with a cocky smirk before he stroked his thin mustache.
"The key is to think of the ground as a volcano. If you formulate your energy with a strong image in your mind, you'd be surprised at how quick your body wants to make it happen."
King Kai
"Goku! Raditz!" King Kai's voice echoed through the planet.
The brothers ran out of the house as quick as could be.
"What's up!?"
"Prince Vegeta and his guard, Nappa, are on their way to Earth now."
"Whoo-hoo!" Goku said with enthusiasm.
"Not whoo-hoo, Goku. You STILL are not even half of The Prince's battle power."
"Well so what? I got Raditz, Piccolo, Tien, Krillin, And Yamcha to count on. And we've got four months don't we?"
"Ahmm…" King Kai let out with a dash of frustration. "I have a game-plan in mind for you to test your limits."
"Alright!"
"It's a risky one but your bodies are far more durable in Other World. It's practically impossible to permanently damage someone here other than with complete obliteration."
"So what do you propose?"
"I'm gonna talk to Grand Kai and see if Pikkon would be willing to test your ki defence himself."
"Pikkon! No way!"
"B-but King Kai… Isn't Pikkon stronger than Lord Frieza?"
The North Kai nodded.
"Bu- how?"
"It's the best thing we've got. I needed to impart my own lessons on to you but Pikkon is an actual fighter whereas I'm just some strong old dude who's been sitting on a planet not really doing much. I know how to use ki and how fighters think. But you'd get a lot more from Pikkon than from me."
"Won't he completely obliterate us?"
"Well there's a high chance yes, it's difficult to gauge ki usage in Other World."
"Awesome! I want to see just how close I am to Frieza! If we can beat this guy, logically we should have no problem against him wouldn't we?"
"Yes Goku but-"
"Let's go! Where are we headed!?"
"Ehhh…" King Kai let out with a sigh and some laughs. "Put your hands on my back."
Goku and Raditz complied. The North Kai's antennae wavered slightly and he put his index and middle finger on his forehead.
"Hold on boys!"
Vwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuw~
The ground around them jived in groovy lines of all colours. Their own shape wiggled back and forth in ripples. The planet's colours ceased to be and a barrage of rainbows flew at the three of them in a strange way.
"Huh-Hah! This is great! What is this!?"
"Instant Transmission."
Upon the North Kai's smirk the three of them were teleported into a grassy forested area with a dirt path. Many muscled men looked on as the trio arrived. A few around them waved and spoke nicely to the Kai.
"What's up North Kai!?"
King Kai waved to the many onlookers until a tall fair skinned man with huge muscles and bushy blonde hair approached them.
"Greetings, King Kai." The man bowed with deep respect to the two brother's master.
"Olibu, are you almost through with your 10,000 years?"
The man wore a cheeky smile and put his hands on his hips in a declaration.
"Man it is TOUGH! I'm only 134 years away and I feel like my body's not gonna make it if I'm being honest."
"You're being too hard on yourself." The Kai backfisted Olibu's massive chest.
"Man! Who is this guy!? He's incredible! He's stronger than you isn't he?"
"This is Olibu, Goku. He's actually from Earth."
"Get outta here!" Goku exclaimed exasperated, his hands on his head.
"He's far before your time. 3rd strongest in Other World, comes from our side of the galaxy." King Kai said with a smirk, hitting a Mr. Olympia pose.
"You're too much King Kai." Olibu laughed out heartily.
"Come on then, I've gotta show you boys to Pikkon."
"Is it fine if I come with?"
"Absolutely, we'd be delighted."
"Great!" The hulking man exclaimed with a superhero-esque smile.
Raditz just stared on with a raised brow.
"I've got a long fucking way to go." He ruminated, tracking Olibu's massive aura with closed eyes.
Kai Ki Sensing draws scanlines around the environment. The stronger the aura the thicker and more voluminous the lines get. Raditz couldn't even see lines around Olibu, only a full silhouette of pink. King Kai's lines were interesting in that they were almost as thin as his and his brother's but could fluctuate at will. Raditz was taken aback at how thick Olibu's aura was at rest.
The quartet walked for a while on the dirt path as Goku fired questions a mile a minute at the new friend. The four of them stopped as they rounded the green hedges in front of a large white manor. A blue shiny Cadillac stood out against the otherworldly atmosphere of Other World.
"A car! WhydoKai'salwayshavecars?" Goku questioned with enthusiasm.
"That's Grand Kai's."
At that moment, a wrinkly old man with a mound of shaggy white hair stood up from behind the car.
"North Kai? You shoulda' told me your scrawny little ass was comin'."
"Apologies, but we're not here to see you, Old Man."
"Aww my fragile little heart." The Grand Kai replied with strides toward the North Kai.
The two embraced in a quick hug before Grand Kai tipped his extravagant red shades downward.
"Now who're these boys? I can tell they got potential."
"I'm Son Goku, and this is my brother Raditz! We're Saiyans!"
"Now Son Goku don't sound like a Saiyan name."
"His birth name is Kakarot, but he doesn't go by that."
Grand Kai extended out his right hand for a shake to both brothers, each accepted.
"Well Pikkon's in there training." The Grand Kai motioned with his thumb behind his back. "Come on now!" He waved the four of them in and climbed up the steps with pep.
"Excuse me sir, how strong is Pikkon? King Kai just said Olibu was 3rd strongest in Other World."
"Pikkon's 2nd strongest, he, Olibu, and the big guy in 1st place are all stronger than I am. I'm the 4th."
The five of them walked past the white hallways and red banners before coming across a massive ivory arena. Goku looked on in awe at the stars and other planets beyond the arena in the sky, the vastness of the competition hall was overwhelming.
"Is this…" He couldn't even get it out as he scampered down the steps with wide eyes.
"Yeap!" Grand Kai yelled down at the little brother. "This is the Other World Tournament Arena!"
"Huh-Hah!" Goku laughed out like a kid as he raced down to the ring.
A lone man with white robes stood stoic against the marble of the arena. Goku long jumped a far distance, landing right next to him. The impact caused a bit of dust and wind to be kicked up. The man's robes fluttered at Goku's touchdown.
"Are you Pikkon?" Goku asked with a sharp brow and energetic, combative smirk.
"I am, nice to meet you, Goku."
The two shook hands and Goku took a more submissive role with a deep bow.
"Thanks for agreeing to teach me."
"Nah, that's what the Kai's are for. I'm just here to test, they're the real ones you should thank for your skills."
Goku stretched it out on the marble, he took a low stance and stretched out his legs one at a time.
"Well I don't think so. You testing me is just as valuable as them getting me here. I just want to make sure you know I appreciate it."
Pikkon smirked wide with his pink lips.
"You're a kind soul Goku, thank you for the opportunity of letting me teach you."
Goku just smiled and shot out a fist bump. After that, Raditz walked in, rotating his shoulders.
"You're Pikkon then?"
"And you're Raditz?"
"How do you know my name?"
"King Kai said that Goku was most likely gonna be the one to talk to me first. And of course he told me what we were gonna be studying today."
"Ki blast defence."
Pikkon nodded.
"Now King Kai said Goku was training parries and you were training dissolving? I got that right?"
The pair nodded.
"Cool. That does change my strategies for how I want to go about this. Overall I'm gonna send more powerful beams your way, Raditz."
"Yes!" He said, pumping his fist.
"And I'm going to be sending more concentrated and focused beams your way, sound cool?"
"Yeah! King Kai said that manipulating ki with parries only really works on blasts or beams that the caster is holding down."
"Correct. Tch. Maaan, whaddoyou even need me for?"
Goku laughed heartily and Raditz wore a smile above his crossed arms. The orange clouds in the salmon sky swam by slowly as the trio began their training.
"Ahh, the enthusiasm of Non-Eternals." Olibu let out with a warm sigh.
"It gets everyone eventually, Olibu." Grand Kai imparted to the large burly man with a pat on the shoulder.
"It might not get Goku."
"You don't think so North?"
"Hard to imagine Goku losing that. I've never seen someone so eager to learn. It's not about fighting, just… learning. It's like he's just a kid or something. I haven't seen anything like it."
Pikkon shot a large red beam at Raditz. The new North Kai student braced for impact with a low squat, his arms at his side.
"Remember! Kiai!" King Kai's voice echoed through Raditz' brain with thunderous volume.
"DAHH!" Raditz fought back against the searing crimson aura.
Pikkon shot out the last of the beam and took away his hand, red energy coming off of it like he was peeling a sticker.
The burly Saiyan was forced on the back foot, sliding out of the arena. He stood his ground firm but the energy was immense. It impacted onto Raditz or so it seemed. Goku called out his brother's name, running over to help. The beam hadn't quite impacted yet, it looked to be touching him but the blast was being kept away by a hair's length with Raditz' dissolvant. The beam eventually dissipated and the older brother collapsed onto his knees.
"I got ya' Raditz."
"I'm fine brother, just a little spaced out. Ha ha." He sat down in a daze, staring at the pink sky above. His brows raised at the sight.
"Yep." King Kai communicated from across the arena. "When you're down there it just looks like the rest of the planet."
"Bu-" Pointing his index at the clouds.
"Ready whenever you are, Pikkon!"
"Your brother gonna be alright?"
"He's real tough! You don't need to worry about him." Goku reiterated as he stretched out his legs once more. "Give me the energy!" He waved on his green skinned teacher.
"Alright, this one's gonna sting much more than what your brother did. Parrying beams above your paycheck causes the muscles to burn like you wouldn't believe."
"I'm ready!" Goku exclaimed with a determined smirk.