Yo! Son Goku and friends! Saiyan Saga (Chapter 20)
Oolong
The small pig with overalls ran up the steps like his life depended on it. The stairwell echoed under his frantic movements.
"Hurry up, bitch, we gotta go!"
"Don't make me say it!"
"Come on Bulma, you don't have to do that to Oolong!"
Bulma packed a bunch of capsules into a bag on the couch and zipped it up, messing up the first go around and having to drag the zipper along multiple times.
"Stupid fuckin'-"
"Let's go, we ain't got all day!" Oolong piped up, jumping up and down in the loft.
"I know!"
Bulma and Oolong raced back down the stairwell with Puar on their tails while in the air. The trio ran down the metal steps, sprinted through the halls, ducked around the robots and Capsule Corp. staff, and finally arrived in the gigantic garage.
"Dad, we're gonna go help the boys fight the Saiyans!"
"Bye, Mr. Brief!"
"Be careful, bye Puar." He waved and went back to huffing his cigarette and working on a device in the garage.
The three of them shot past The Doctor and piled into a more sport looking car in the garage. The engine roared fiercely, much more loud and potent than either Yamcha's or Krillin's.
"You gonna take The Viper?"
"Yeah!"
"Be careful, that thing's definitely gonna kill you if you crash so~" He wiped his brow with a loose cloth. "We'll have to revive you next with those Dragon Balls."
"Oh ha-ha."
Bulma pressed a button on top of the console of the car, the garage shutter shuttering open. After what felt like forever Bulma gunned it and zipped under the not-fully-open shutter, causing Oolong to lose it.
"Whoa Bulma, slow down there, you tryin' to kill us?"
"I'm trying to make sure Yamcha, Krillin, and Tien don't get killed. That's for sure!"
"Oh wow, no love for our boy Goku?"
"He's dead, Oolong!"
"What!? I thought we were reviving him!"
"The plan switched and we revived his brother instead, Baba can bring people back to the world of the living for a day!"
"You guys never tell me anything."
"Well if you feel any better Oolong, Goku didn't tell me. The only reason I know is because of Bulma."
"Exactly my point."
The trio flew by the destroyed skyscrapers of West City and into the aether. Bulma undid the glove compartment and put on the green device Roshi had from before on his island 10 months ago.
"Come on, come on."
She touched on the red button and the device beeped loudly.
"There we go!"
Be-Bee!
"We're going to Korin's Tower first!"
"Now why in the world would we do that!?"
"I've heard from Yamcha and Goku that the white cat that lives there grows magic beans that restore you to full strength."
"Oh wow, magic beans huh?"
"Oolong, that's not too much more strange than The Dragon Balls!" Bulma shot back, taking her eyes off the 'road' that was the open air, trees, and rocky formations.
"I guess you're right."
The three of them zoomed along for a long while as Bulma got occasional beeps from the scouter.
"Oh~ They must be fighting. Their powers were static at first but now they're fluctuating."
"Who's winning?" Puar questioned, coalescing around the front of Bulma's vision and gazing into the green glass.
"I have no clue, my only guess is that it unfortunately looks…" A worried look tore across her face. "Like Yamcha and the others are a lot lower than the Saiyan's."
"Whaddoya' mean?"
"Numbers."
She handed the device off to Oolong and The Pig picked it up, positioning it over his right ear and eye.
"Whoa~ This thing is kinda cool."
"Touch the red button."
Be-Bee!
"Oh~ You think that the 3,400. The 3,000, and the 4,000 are ours?"
"Well…" She swallowed harshly. "I only saw two Saiyans land. The 5,000 and 11,000 are the other numbers I can see on that thing."
"Mmhmm. I see that too…" He whimpered out.
"The reason I think we're the other 3 is because Yamcha told me that they were all pretty close in strength when they were training."
"Well how do you know that all five couldn't just be everyone, Piccolo is with them now, right?"
"Yeah."
They zoomed into the well forested area around Korin's tower, natives looking up at the fast-traveling vehicle burning through the sky. The treetops rustled at the sheer speed of the skycar and teepee hut houses flapped in response as well.
"Here we go." Bulma spoke lowly, trying to encourage herself.
The vehicle hit a sharp 90 as soon as it came into close proximity to the tower. Korin's voice echoed down to the three of them.
"Are you Bulma, Oolong, and Puar?"
The three of them screamed bloody murder, the car shooting every which way in response.
"Ayy, ease up. I trained your boys up here." There was a pause after the gruff voice spoke. "You here for the Sensu Beans?"
"Is that what they're called?" Bulma questioned loudly.
"Yeah, unfortunately~" Korin looked to the row of brown dirt and vines. "You've got to be kidding me…"
The Z Fighters VS Vegeta
Objective: Escort The Saiyan Prince off the planet!
The winds blew for only a moment but it felt like hours to all but The Prince.
"Strange, isn't it?"
"What are you on about now?"
"Vegeta is a great fighter but his power is nowhere near ours."
"And?"
"Well, people like Nappa, Tien, The Saiyan Prince, Goku, and his brother Raditz. They've been training their entire lives but they're nowhere close to us."
"Why do you care?"
"It's just so fascinating that such a world exists just above them and they have no idea, Vegeta well and truly goes many times beyond what they have ever faced in their martial arts careers but even he is next to nothing before someone like Dodoria, let alone Lord Frieza."
"Exactly, that's what I've been saying this whole time. Why do you care so much?"
"That's why it's fascinating."
"I'm lost Whis, that's why it sucks."
"Not to me, they're fighting their hearts out."
"Ah-hem."
Yamcha launched with such speed there was no tell, he was low in his stance, and then he was just at Vegeta's nape with a claw.
The Prince was used to such speed, even though he was taken aback at just how fast Yamcha was for 3,200 battle power, the fact of the matter was that Vegeta was still just as quick.
The speed ceased to matter as The Prince clocked The Wolf right in the neck, his own speed dealing back the damage he would of dealt, right into his adam's apple. Yamcha's eyes widened and he spun out wild in a tailspin from the great force. The dust kicked up from just the slide was immense, telling of just how hard The Wolf was going to hit but failed.
"Yamcha!" Krillin cried out for the second time, his friend not even close to the same level of liveliness as before.
"Damn!" Tien grunted out as he looked to The Wolf. "I don't think he's getting up from that one."
Yamcha's limp body laid on the grassy ground, unmoving.
"Don't think about it!" Piccolo yelled harshly and loudly. "The more losses we have the harder it is to focus on the goal!"
"Right!" Krillin shot back, sharpening his turtle hermit stance.
"Cute." Vegeta smiled wickedly, still holding a loose stance, not choosing the stance he held against Bardock. "Good for Morale."
Chiaotzu floated up and away, positioning above The Prince. Vegeta took notice and spared a glance. Upon the shifting of his gaze Tien and Krillin rushed Vegeta. The Prince readied his hands and caught the flurry of blows the two rained down on him with ease. It was so easy in fact, The Prince could parry their blows with no problem while talking back to them.
Wshshsh~ "Do you see now?" Whushshshshshsh~ "The difference is so great my mere existence Guarantees my victory. Me letting Nappa step in was an act of kindness on my part." Fshshshshshshsh~ "You ponces should feel grateful!" Fshshshshshshsh~
WSHHHHHHHH!
Tien attempted to connect with a forearm strike at The Prince's temple but was evaded effortlessly. The small frame of the Saiyan just above, aiming both knees at The Crane's head. Piccolo chose his moment just in time, covering the option Vegeta chose.
"MASENKO!"
The large yellow wave of energy shot right on target but instead of dodging and using defence The Prince chose offence and shot back his own beam, surging purple energies gathered in his palms as he overlaid them atop one another in a dramatic contortion.
"Galick Gun!"
Zzzt~VYOOOOOOOOOO! Tzzzt! KA-KOOOOOOOOM!
Piccolo was simply not prepared for such a fast reaction mid-attack and was blasted away, totally losing the beam struggle in less than a second of contact. The green skinned man was dragged across the ground, kicking up dirt, dust, and grass as he flew like a chew-toy. Piccolo finally came to a stop only to wretch and spit up a sizable portion of purple blood, hand on his shaky knee as he tried and failed to stand.
"Heh. That's how it's gonna be huh?" He laughed to himself, low energy, little optimism, wiping the purple blood oozing from his lower lip.
Krillin came at The Prince from high in the air, blocking out the sun for only a moment as he rained down. Vegeta caught the small man with a turnaround right hook only to realise he caught nothing. Confused, he looked over to the left to see the same man talking to his three-eyed partner.
"That device on his eye. If we can get rid of that, I think that'll help our chances. Raditz had one too, the data Bulma and Dr. Brief got on it led them to believe the scouters can check for energy like we can with Ki Sensing."
"Really?"
Krillin nodded once before he turned his attention back to Vegeta. The turtle student breathed in deep, nervous, sweating up a storm. Vegeta smiled maliciously, the type of smile you can only have if you like to hurt people. Tien stood tall and prayed softly into his left hand clasped over his right fist. He shook it once in a declaration before turning back to his crane stance, arms high, thumb, and first two fingers pointed out.
"Who should go for it?" He whispered lowly.
"Maybe Chiaotzu, he can use Telekinesis to get it off him without any fuss."
"Good shit." He finally broke, smiling for the first time since he got here.
Tien tightened his crane stance and stared at Vegeta fiercely, all three of his eyes stealing The Prince's attention.
"You go tell Chiaotzu, I'll stall him."
"Be careful, man."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." The Crane shot a confident smirk, easing the mind of the turtle student.
Krillin rose gently into the air and Tien dashed in one leap at The Prince. The Saiyan's right boot struck true, snuffing out the linear attempt easily. Tien was launched away, skipping like a rock off the dirt and grass.
"Can you get that blue device off of the Saiyan?"
"Using my Telekinesis?" The chalk white man responded with a raised brow, fixing the black cap atop his head.
Krillin nodded.
"Yeah, I got you."
They fist bumped and the turtle student returned to the pugilistic affair. He landed right next to Tien who had been thrown for a loop. He clenched and unclenched his jaw as he stood up.
"Man~"
"You alright?"
"Heh-heh. Not really, this guy is fuckin' tough." Tien groaned out with a guttural squeak, forcing Krillin to wince.
"You got that right." Krillin replied as he looked back to find Piccolo standing on his own two feet again. "We might be getting that backup again."
Piccolo cracked his neck both ways and his knuckles as he stepped into the line.
"I can't sit back and watch it play out, he's too strong for that. Damaging him shouldn't be our first priority."
"Yeah, that's what Krillin was thinking."
"If at all possible we'd want to stall for Goku but I don't think he'll be up to the task seeing as I wasted his time earlier with my wish story."
"What else ya got?" Krillin asked with a raised brow.
"The armour, fuck that thing on their eyes. It's some sort of measuring device, but it's not done nearly as much work as the armour."
Krillin and Tien looked forward at The Prince's elaborately decorated armour and red cape.
"He's far stronger than the bigger one, the armour means a lot more on this guy since he's faster too. We can't track him down so easily so removing the armour should be our first priority, from there we could damage him more easily instead of just going for the head, arms, or legs. All of those being harder targets to hit than the torso."
"Got it." Tien stated with returning vigour, wiping the blood out from under his mouth and then stroking his chin.
"Let's get to work." Piccolo stated, improving the morale of his nearby 'comrades' considerably as he took a stance with his arms out.
Chiaotzu positioned above Vegeta and the warping elements around his hand shot down onto the Saiyan's face. Vegeta looked perplexed for a moment before realising the energy pulling at his electric blue scouter. The scouter flew off of his eye and he was taken aback.
"Great job, Chiaotzu!" Krillin shouted in a war cry, dashing at The Prince right after.
Vegeta shifted his focus to Krillin immediately, dashing in a leap right back at the turtle student. His immense speed and cruel left hook made contact with Krillin's head brilliantly, the speed of which spinning him out on the ground instead of launching him away, kicking up dirt and dust. Vegeta looked to leap at the small white thing in the air before he realised:
"Dodon Ray!" Chiaotzu shouted, the yellow line of energy impacting his mother's scouter.
A Saiyan in Sparking! is the best chance they'll ever have to achieve the Super Saiyan state. This is what Emperor Cold meant when he was talking about The Prince.
Vegeta's eyes turned furious instead of the mocking cold, brutish gaze. Red aura poured off him in a bombastic wave. Red sparks of electricity crackled in time with the destruction of the electric blue device. Piccolo looked on in awe.
"That's what Yamcha looked like at The 23rd. This is Not good." The Demon thought to himself. "Everyone! Guard up!" His voice howled through the wasteland as trickles and arcs of crimson bounced off The Prince's frame and routed to the barren fields below.
Tien dashed in for support, leading with a right elbow that was thrown with the full weight of his body. Vegeta didn't care, jumping and kicking off of The Crane's back like a trampoline. He didn't even make attacking type contact and yet Tien was still blasted back hard into the dirt, cracking it.
"Guofff!" Tien let out awkwardly.
The speed was too much, The Prince already in Chiaotzu's face.
"Uhh~" He let out dumbly as Vegeta stood face to face with him.
The Prince slammed his right fist deep into The Small Emperor's midsection, the impact rang out and then propelled him into the air a moment later. The Prince smiled wickedly as the red aura snapped and popped around him.
"Dirty Fireworks."
Chiaotzu flew far off into the air with wide eyes and then exploded with a dramatic flair of colours and smoke. A familiar purple aura wavered into the air in the aftermath. Tien looked on in horror.
"Chiaotzu?"
He stood on his feet and closed his eyes, sending out a pulse of Ki to check for his friend. The aura rolled off and nothing was sent back. Tien opened his eyes with defeat for only a moment before Vegeta turned around. The Prince stared down at The Crane and Tien met the eye contact of his best friend's killer.
This was the first time Piccolo realised whatever the red aura is, could actually be called upon or triggered in some way. Tien's Sparking! was technically stronger in this moment but The Prince's base strength was too great a barrier for The Crane to jump.
Lightning fast, The Crane shot into the air to pressure the Saiyan.
WHOOSH! FSH~SH! Fwufwufwufwufwufwufwufwu~ FOOSH! FSH!
Vegeta dodged Tien's crane strikes with steady and on point head movement before catching The Crane lacking with a high roundhouse at his neck. The contact was sharp and threw Tien right at the ground. Tien gave no quarter and skipped right onto his feet, launching back up into the air.
"That's not enough, Three Eyes!" Vegeta shouted as he dodged the continuous and predictable attack pattern. The blows rained down like a volley of pugilistic arrows but The Prince just laughed and saw right through them, his eyes drawing white tron lines infused with his newly dawned red aura.
Piccolo looked over to Krillin who finally got back up.
"Hmph."
"This guy is up there, I can hardly stand and he only hit me once…" Krillin stated to no one in particular, his voice shaky.
"Well hurry up and stand, we don't have much time. You see that?"
Krillin looked up at the pair fighting in the sky, red lightning and all. His eyes widened.
"Mmhmm." Piccolo stated matter-of-factly. "That's what Yamcha did at The 23rd Budokai, we have to pull that Saiyan out of it before he runs us all over. He's not toying with us anymore either so expect the worse and Don't get hit."
Piccolo left the conversation and floated lightly over to Vegeta's backside. Krillin stared at the ground and let out nervous breaths. He sent out a pulse of Ki before realising Chiaotzu's was nowhere to be found, only traces of his leftover beams and Telekinesis usage.
"Damn…"
He cursed himself for a moment, shifting his gaze back to the furious fight Tien was waging by himself.
Wsh-Wsh~Fsh!
Tien dodged a series of overhands by Vegeta, drawing a zig-zag line with his red electricity. Vegeta pursued relentlessly with his attack, throwing a sharp left roundhouse which Tien ducked expertly.
"Damn it!" Vegeta roared in his mind. "How is he dodging them now!? I'm supposed to be faster than this clown!"
If someone from the triclops clan like Tien is to use any of The Three Truths, their eyesight and reaction time would be elevated to a much higher level than normal. Tien was practically seeing into the future after exchanging blows with The Prince for over a minute straight. The compounding effects of Tien's third eye and Sparking! allowing Tien to stay in the fight against such a beast was proving to be a problem for The Prince.
Vegeta flew in a frenzy, throwing a set-up snap kick with his left. Tien was finally prepared to throw in his own offence. He parried the leg as it rose into the air, shifting and guiding it with his right forearm and exposing The Prince's mouth.
"Dodon Ray!"
Vegeta barely limboed under the beam in a swan dive backwards, kicking off of The Crane's forearm. As the Saiyan dialed it back he was met by Piccolo. The Namekian threw his large tree-trunk leg into the midsection of his target. It did no damage and The Prince caught his leg while he was upside down from the incomplete flip. Piccolo smiled and reared back his head, yellow electricity gathering in his antennae. Vegeta abandoned the hold and flew out of the way, shooting to the ground and then kicking off it in a harsh sprint. Yamcha got up and hid behind a rock both to buy himself time and to attack from an odd angle if it came to it.
Luckily for The Wolf, The Prince ran right over to the boulder as Tien chased him down. Yamcha shot from the rock only to be brutally denied by a harsh boot to the midsection.
"GUwoooohh~" He groaned out as he fell limply onto the rock.
Krillin launched high into the air, trying to cover that space while his crane teammate shot at their foe from his back. Tien launched a series of rapid jabs with his left trying to set up his right. Vegeta had none of it though and dodged through what must have been over 50 or so blows. Vegeta looked to punish the maneuver with a left straight but Tien dodged that too, at the last moment The Crane dipped down low with his entire weight centered over his right knee. Tien used the shift of his weight to his advantage, turning his hips, waist, shoulders, and core tightly back to the left and coming up with a mean uppercut.
WHOKKK!
"Guh!" Vegeta let out as The Crane's right fist connected with his chin.
Tien pursued and jammed the crane style jab directly on The Prince's adam's apple.
"Nail!" He shouted as it plunged into The Prince's neck, causing great discomfort. "Hammer!" He shouted as he finished a two-inch punch type maneuver, holding the stance as Vegeta flew off into the prairie.
DMM! Skffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff~
Vegeta slid for a while but got onto his feet quick enough and bursted with the greatest speed he had unveiled so far.
"ENOUGH OF THIS!" Vegeta roared to life, a purple line of energy following his flight trail.
Tien didn't react in time but Krillin tried to cover.
"SOLAR FLARE!"
THOKK! Vyoooooooooooooooooooooooooo~
Tien flew off into the aether and out of Sparking! once The Prince made contact with his right hand. The technique kind of worked but Vegeta was going so fast it didn't really deter him from his path. Krillin grit his teeth as he saw his ally get smashed by The Prince's attack. Piccolo rounded the back with a harsh breath.
"Looks like it's just you and me."
"Yup, guess so." Krillin responded, taking on his turtle stance.
Vegeta had reached the end stages of his Sparking! It is difficult to maintain consistent high emotion for a long period of time. You feel it, and then it goes. It's why Sparking! is considered as the best of the three by The Gods of Destruction. It is reliable and can technically be stacked with Kaio-Ken. With no actual downsides, just peak performance.
Vegeta looked back with fierce anger in his eyes, his vision only barely shaken by the turtle student's technique and trickles of electricity snapping off of him. In a flash Vegeta was already within striking distance, Piccolo barely putting up a block against The Prince's fierce left roundhouse.
THUMM!
"Grrrrrr~" Piccolo grunted out as he slid across the dirt, forcing a massive cloud of dust to fill the air.
Krillin looked to back up his green ally but Vegeta counter-hit the attempt no problem, using a backfist with his left. The Saiyan spun around in a flashy display, thrust kicking the turtle student high into the air as a follow up with his left leg.
Dm~ WHOKK!
"Kuhh~" Krillin coughed as he flew off into the aether.
Vegeta pointed right on target, the same pose in his hand that he used on Chiaotzu.
"..!" Piccolo's eyes widened considerably and he dashed as fast as he could, Ki tapering off of him in a dominating display. "I can't let Krillin go down, he's the only one who formulates strategy besides me!" The thought echoed through his mind a thousand times in the brief moment between his starting position and the area he now occupied in front of The Prince.
Vegeta's hand was forced and he stopped the maneuver mid-way as Piccolo tackled him with wide arms. The Prince and The Demon met in the middle in a wrestling tie-up, Piccolo shoving his weight and height advantage onto Vegeta's armoured pauldron. Vegeta skidded back tremendously, the grass uprooting from the bursts of ki shot everywhere.
"GRRRRRRRAAAAAAAGHHHHH!"
"Go to hell, Namek!"
Vegeta gave way to the weight of Piccolo's shoving and parried his large arms downward before rebounding and balancing on his brown tail, shooting both legs up and shoving them in a devastating dropkick at Piccolo's forehead. The immense cracking sound made by the contact sounded the least healthy of anything that had ever been thrown thus far. Vegeta maintained the flipping motion off of the dropkick and winded around into a full backflip as Piccolo limped backwards with white eyes.
"Damn it, I didn't want to have to reveal this…" Krillin whispered lowly, partly for covert ops, partly because it hurt so bad just existing. "Destructo…" The turtle student gathered a thin disc of yellow energy in his left hand as he fell out of the sky, locked onto the target.
Vegeta shot like a dart at Piccolo and Krillin reared back his left hand in preparation.
"Not the best angle, I'm gonna have to curve this shit…" He ruminated for a moment before launching the slicing ki disc. "-Disc!"
The thin disc spun around sharp, like a saw blade, cutting right into the rubble-laden battlefield as it dipped down and then back up like a frisbee, changing it's trajectory mid-way and aiming for the belt-line of his tailed target. Vegeta saw the blade at the last moment and electric slided under it, on his knees, limboing like he were hitting a sick guitar riff at a concert. The Prince kept the momentum and shot up from his knees, jumping and throwing a left thrust kick at the face of his green foe.
"Damn! No time!" Krillin cried out before he noticed Yamcha draw the orange brushstroke of his frame in front of Piccolo.
"Nuisance!" Vegeta yelled, changing targets.
Yamcha parried the strike upwards with his left claw and pressed his back onto Piccolo's chest, shoving him away. The Demon tumbled to the ground and The Wolf stared on intently. Vegeta had no words, his annoyance written clearly enough on his face as his eyes ran even more bloodshot. The Prince threw a few thoughtless strikes and Yamcha backpedaled them all easily enough, using head movement the whole way before rounding back to the outside on the balls of his feet. As The Prince whiffed a big right straight, Yamcha bounced on the balls of his feet again, trying to fake out the Saiyan with weaving head and shoulder movements.
The Wolf just disappeared.
"What!?"
Vegeta's expert awareness saved him from the air slashing strike Yamcha's left roundhouse provided.
SSCCCCINGG!
The air cut so sharp it sounded like a scythe. Vegeta just ducked down into a crouch instinctively, barely getting him out of the way as Yamcha landed. He front rolled as The Wolf pounced. Vegeta threw an off axis hook kick as he got up from his roll. Yamcha palmed it and rounded to the outside again.
"You're not getting my back!" Vegeta declared as he dug his tail into the ground, grass and dirt kicking up as The Prince kept in time with his foe's movements, always facing forward. Yamcha and The Prince locked eyes as he sent out several evasive signals with his shoulders again, forcing Vegeta to pay attention to every single minute shift in weight.
"This could work!" Krillin thought to himself, slamming down his clenched right fist into his open palm like a gavel.
The turtle student swam down from the air to provide backup as his friend prowled around the Saiyan's guard. Vegeta's eyes shifted as Krillin walked into view. Krillin and Yamcha broke out at the same time, leaving After-Images in their wake.
"Hmm?"
The sharp cutting of air again forced Vegeta to take on a low cartwheel, tucking his knees tight into his chest after putting his hands on the ground. Sure enough, the Earthling with the long hair tried to strike again with a linear roundhouse at the back. Yamcha's eyes widened as The Prince launched from the ground and slammed a Rocket Kick at his jaw. The force was immense and Yamcha was once again thrown away like a ragdoll. Krillin winded around from the back and flew on target, following Vegeta's speedy momentum closely.
The turtle student reared back a mean overhand right only to be snuffed out by Vegeta's turnaround left leg. Only it wasn't the turtle student.
"Damn it!" He cried out involuntarily.
"Destructo…"
Krillin came from above in a series of backflips before kicking right down onto the head of The Prince. Vegeta snatched up quick with his right hand only to snatch at nothing.
"-Disc!"
The yellow disc came from behind and Vegeta flew around it deftly.
"Pheeph~"
Vegeta took his first legitimate breath of the engagement. Krillin's second Destructo Disc wasn't even real.
The turtle student smiled as he stood in a tight stance on the ground. Vegeta descended down slowly and stood parallel. Tien finally got up and started walking over, clearly his best foot not available to be put forward. Vegeta's previous casual demeanor and playfulness was cast aside completely, nowhere in sight. Tien raised his arms in the crane stance and Krillin took on the turtle hermit stance, one arm down, one arm up. Vegeta looked in front at Krillin, and then spared a quick glance for Tien on his left.
Tien breathed in deep, closing all three of his eyes and then opening them in a fury, dashing in one leap at Vegeta with a reared back left chop. Krillin dashed just after his partner, covering the left side just in case he chose to backstep while facing Tien. Vegeta met the aggression of Tien with his own, slamming his forearm against the three-eyed Earthling's.
DMM!
Vegeta's eyes told of bloody murder and he shifted his weight to land a jumping right hook onto Tien's temple. Krillin dashed as quick as he could to cover the option with a left hook of his own. Vegeta changed plans mid-way as he heard the rapid movement behind him. Vegeta shot a quick snap kick at The Crane's jaw, less power due to the nature of his transition but it was still enough to send him reeling. Before Krillin could realise what was happening Tien was on the back foot and his foe turned around, grabbing his wrist in a vice grip.
"You got off lucky last time." The remark was less of a jest and more of a fact, the cadence of speech ran the turtle student's blood frozen solid.
Vegeta sparked to life, purple energies in the same hand that held Krillin's wrist tight, pulled him in close and blasted, completely disintegrating the left arm of the turtle student. In the wake of the fiery purple blaze Tien's third eye forced open and stared intently at the horror in front of him. His hands moved on his own as he watched Krillin wail in pain almost in slow motion, his friend's left arm turning into black ash as he called for the pyramid handsign with his hands. His mouth moved on his own, as if completely automated. Not time to think, only time to act.
"TRI-BEAM!"
Vegeta turned around barely in time, not able to get away at all, only staring into the yellow square of the abyss. He put up a tight guard and blue energies pooled to the surface in front of him, but were washed away utterly by the yellow pyramid of light.
"HAAAAAH!"
The technique broke right through the Ki Vegeta used to block it and his armour only barely saved him, the white breastplates were turned to chalk and fell off the top in dusty flakes. The yellow rinds of armour fell off the abs in chunks, the front most tasset fell to the ground limply with a thud and his arms wore scorched and steaming red. Tien had to take in a deep breath to fire again but Vegeta would not have it, dashing right out of the way and right at his back.
There were no words or flashy statements as Vegeta tore The Crane's head clean off with a chopping right hand. His third eye blitzed like crazy, shooting every which way before his head hit the ground and the dead stare took over. Vegeta took in a few steady breaths as he stared down at Tien. Krillin let out agonizing grunts and stutters as he writhed around on the ground. Vegeta sharpened his brow even more than it already was and fired a loose ray of purple energy at Krillin. A yellow blast from seemingly nowhere caught the energy halfway and shot it into the aether. Vegeta turned his gaze to the left only to see the green man stand at his full height.
"Phhhhhhhhhh~" Piccolo let out a sharp exhalation of breath through his nostrils in a declaration.
He cracked his neck on both sides as he cracked his knuckles.
"You gotta think, he's way stronger than you." He ruminated as he strutted to the Saiyan's location. "Why would the devices have numbers attached to them? They both alluded to the fact that Krillin and I had numbers as well as there were exactly 5 whole numbers they read out meaning that they probably use those things to detect where we are and how powerful we are. That must be why he went so crazy when Chiaotzu destroyed his."
Piccolo nodded deeply as he stopped, a few feet in front of his foe to play it safe. Vegeta shot at him like a bullet, Ki trailing off of his back feverishly in blue flames. Piccolo raised his right hand high and blasted a small but impactful sphere of Ki at the ground, a sizable cloud of dirt kicking up and Vegeta landed a snap kick at nothing but air. Vegeta looked around rapidly before unleashing a small explosive wave of blue energy.
"Where are you, Namek!?"
Zwu~KOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!
Piccolo's eyes drew red tron lines as he lined up the shot and he sliced through the upper left pauldron, separating it from his armour with two rays of energy. The armour made a satisfying snap and Vegeta looked at Piccolo's crimson red glare. In a moment he was already in front of Piccolo, throwing a wild overhand right. Piccolo parried it with his left palm only for The Prince to come back the other side. They both ran the gambit backwards, Piccolo skillfully parrying the fists with his palms as he gathered energy in his throat.
Vegeta's eyes widened and he took a deep backstep as the bright lights gathered in the throat of his green adversary. Piccolo shot at the ground once again, kicking up a smokescreen of brown dust. Vegeta's anger only mounted and his fists shook in both anger and anticipation. Piccolo lobbed a loose ball of energy through the smoke and Vegeta dodged out of the way. Piccolo followed this up with another shot at the ground, increasing the smokescreen's coverage. Vegeta looked back before jumping into the air off of his dashing foot.
The Demon smirked wide in the smoke, closed eyes and antennae swaying. The veins of his eyelids lit up bright as he charged up the next attack. As The Prince rose into the air another lightning quick beam drew the line from his pant leg up to his left pauldron, tearing through it completely. Vegeta's eyes widened, not because of his armour's damage but due to the fact that these beams were too fast to dodge.
"Heh, I'm really wasting all of my Ki just to get this Mongrel's armour off? What has The Demon King come to?" He stated through a faded but cocky grin.
The Demon sent out another Ki Sensing pulse, receiving the visual data of the silhouette of his armour.
"No way!" He thought. "That mongrel's armour is still clinging to him!?"
"GALICK GUN!"
The Prince had had enough and shot the purple wave of energy right down into the cloudy abyss and Piccolo dodged outside with a backdash. The last crackles of energy left his palms and Vegeta soared through the air at his green foe.
"No no, I got his armour." He kept to himself as he saw the large line cut through the left side. "I just gotta yank it off him. Thanks for coming to me."
Vegeta swung wide and whiffed as Piccolo flexibly folded over for the strike. He brought back his left hand for a hook on the other side
"Burn it all… TherE'S NO FIGHT IF THEY CAN'T DAMAGE HIM!"
Even after the intense outburst in his thoughts The Demon was content to line up even more parries and dodges, his antennae charging up yellow sparks. Vegeta noticed again and backed off, only to be caught by The Namekian's long arms.
"What!?" He cried out as the strong grip of his adversary snatched onto his ankles.
This is Piccolo's most costly technique, it is a maneuver that shoots proper stunning volts at the enemy through his antennae. The Kaikosen. Very difficult to defend and requires actual Ki barriers or walls to stop, once it touches the skin there's little one can do.
The yellow jagged lines impacted The Prince's frame and he gyrated and wriggled like mad, involuntary gasps and grunts fell out of him.
Zyu~zwuzwuzwuzwuzwuzuwzuw~
Piccolo ziplined towards the Saiyan's location using his arms and tore off the white vest with his left hand in a dramatic display. Vegeta locked eyes with Piccolo for only a moment, his eyes bloodshot with the true rage he held. Piccolo smiled like a bastard and threw the armour into the aether, the red cape attached to it flailing in the wind. He gathered another large mass of Ki in his throat and blasted. A guttural roar echoing from his maw.
"GUWAAAAHHHH!"
VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeee~Ba-BOMM!
His armour dusted to dust, Vegeta finally broke free of the electric prison and stumbled forward, yellow sparks trailing off of him and onto the dirt. He threw a punch right into the gut of his foe, bringing The Demon down to his knees.
"Whass tha… worth it?" He asked through shaky breaths as he clamped onto the foe's neck with his right hand.
Piccolo just smirked, his blue blood trickling down his brow and mouth.
"Prince, huh?"
He blew him away, the kind of purple blaze he used to take Krillin's arm, only right through the midsection.
GVUUUUU~Splatt!
He stumbled for a bit more, the electricity still spazzing out his limbs. He shook it off eventually.
"Damn it! That nuisance did all that and he was trash! I've still got over half a tank and he took my armour!? The nerve!" Vegeta howled, his body wasn't bloody but it sure was red both from the adrenaline, piling exhaustion, and the fact that he took a Tri-Beam from less than a few feet away.
Krillin breathed out shaky breaths, his lip quivering as he hid behind a rock.
"This is pathetic…" The turtle student mused. "Yamcha, Tien, Piccolo, Goku… none of them would hide like I am right now. But it's my only option."
Krillin closed his eyes as he felt a presence enter the grasslands.
"Please Goku, tell me Raditz is on our side."
The man's hair flailed wildly, the sheer length of it all caused winds to ride off of it spectacularly as he glided through the air.
The older brother touched down.
Raditz Vs Prince Vegeta
Objective: Stall until brother arrives!
"No fucking way…" The Prince called out as his jaw slacked and wormed around at the sight.
"Good to see you, sir."
"Where have you been?"
"Doing my own brand of conquering. Earth's a pretty valuable place, chock full of Ki techniques."
Raditz walked with swagger right up to Vegeta. In Krillin's vision they were blotchy white silhouettes, walking over the water and causing delicate ripples to roll out towards him. The two circled like birds around each other, clear animosity even though they kept it cordial.
"You know how Lord Frieza and The Emperor don't need scouters?"
The Prince nodded with a blank expression.
"I can do that now. It's called Ki Sensing."
"Hmph."
"So where we at Vegeta, what's the move?"
"Why'd you get rid of your Saiyan armour?"
"Why'd you get rid of yours? These Earthlings are kind of tough aren't they?"
"They're just lucky. Don't give these scum credit, low-born. You can chip any wall if you just bang your head against it enough times, that's all."
"That right?"
There was a smugness to Raditz now, Vegeta was concerned. Raditz had always kind of 'known his place' as it were. Making little to no fuss and keeping his head down. He had never been spoken to with such formalness from him.
"Now I said." Raditz made fierce and piercing eye contact. "What's the move? I see Nappa out of commission but still breathing."
"I heard about your wish."
Raditz' previous smiling demeanor faded into a more silly frown.
"What wish did I make?"
Vegeta just shot back daggers, unable to answer his own accusation.
"Did I make a wish without knowing? Shoot, my bad Prince."
Raditz had ascended, right back to the smugness. The Prince didn't get to stand above him anymore.
"Maybe you can figure out where I went wrong, Vegeta, because… I clearly don't know what's up." Raditz jogged up to The Prince in a faux display of sportsmanship.
Vegeta stared up at the much taller Saiyan as he leaned in close, miming a whispering motion with his left hand.
"This a plan to scratch Lord Frieza's nutsack, or usurp him? Because, just between you and me of course, but I don't think that white lizard needs any handouts."
"I'm not just gonna stand here and let a low-born like you talk to me like this. I am The Saiyan Prince, and you will treat me with respect!"
Vegeta threw a sharp and quick roundhouse. Krillin swallowed harshly and Raditz blocked effortlessly with his right forearm.
"I only have respect for one Saiyan." Raditz dropped the snide remarks in favour of a cold disposition.
They both broke the form they had and dashed back in tandem, dirt kicking up from their high pressure. They realigned immediately.
"Goku you fucking did it you God!" Krillin roared out in his mind as the two Saiyans clashed fists.
The turtle student let out heavy agonizing breaths as he clung to his stump of a left arm, back against the rock. Raditz winded back with a heavy swing and Vegeta ducked it with ease, the both of them passing each other in a committed drive-by. Vegeta leaped at his foe's back with a snap kick to punish his attempt but Raditz got into a low push-up position to dodge the attack, mirroring his brother's fighting style. Vegeta overextended this time and flew past the older brother.
Raditz looked around warily, making sure to calculate.
"Damn… I'm not as weak as I used to be." A sly smile taking over his face uncontrollably.
Vegeta landed on the ground and kicked off the grass immediately, darting right on target with a right elbow at his jaw. Raditz reared back his right palm in anticipation and fired it. The Prince's brow raised for a moment in curiosity before a strong gust punched at his neck, tailspinning him.
Thyuuuuu~ POKK! Skfffffffffffffff!
Vegeta got up immediately, his eyes only ever increasing in their unhealthy red veinage. Raditz turned right back around and stanced up, hands at both sides like a wrestler ready to receive. The unbridled speed Vegeta dashed with tore around in three blue tron lines and one purple. Raditz closed his eyes and looked for the right moment with his Ki Sensing. Just as Vegeta came from overhead with a twisting right roundhouse Raditz jumped into the air and caught him with his left arm wrapped tight around his pectorals.
The Prince acted quick and shot a deep ray of purple energy at Raditz' face, throwing him off course and preventing the knee smash that would have landed on his back. Vegeta spun out like a ballerina and Raditz tumbled back in a daze. He wouldn't let this moment slide and sprinted wildly at his prey, a wound right backfist ready to slam into the face of the low-born. Raditz flexed his Ki Sourcing and just took the blow raw. Krillin's eyes widened.
"Are you for real? He didn't care?"
After enduring the blow, Raditz struck back with a loaded right hand of his own, clocking The Prince in his jaw and forcing him on the back foot, tearing him across what now looked like a desert instead of a prairie.
Whok! DMM!
Raditz walked forward with the swagger of a man with something to prove. A wide left roundhouse to The Prince's midsection. Vegeta caught it with ferocity and threw the Saiyan adversary for a loop in a mean dragon screw. Not content to sit on his advantage, The Prince dashed to follow up and raised both hands for a double axe handle. Raditz reared back a left orb of pink energy and threw it at The Prince as he came down, a dusty cloud of black smoke enveloping the two. Raditz rolled to the outside calmly and Vegeta back dashed out of the smokescreen in a frenzy.
The two Saiyans just waited out the smokescreen, staring with animosity at each other. Vegeta to recuperate the damage and stamina loss, Raditz to buy time. The Prince broke eye contact for only a moment, staring to the grass before returning his gaze mid sentence.
"You're working with the Earthlings? Why would you disgrace yourself like that Raditz? Have you no pride as a Saiyan?"
"As a Saiyan? No. But I have tons of pride. Pride in my younger brother for being stronger than I am. Pride in him for trying to make me a better person! He came back for me even though I am the sole reason for his death! Nappa's laying on the ground suffering! The problem is…"
Raditz averted his gaze to the ground as well, trying to find the right words.
"Is that you don't seem to care, and you're proud of that!?"
Vegeta was shocked, unable to hide his emotions in front of his lesser. Memories of how Lord Frieza and The Emperor treated his people flooded his mind that he had once cast aside.
He ignored them once again.
Raditz barely weaved The Prince's Rocket Kick in time. His weight shifted over his left knee as he dodged and brought his chest in close. Vegeta landed with great force on the ground, grass tearing away from the plains as he immediately kicked off once again for a follow up as his adversary was off axis from the weave. He threw a one-two to start the combination. Raditz dodged out of the way expertly using head movement but Vegeta stopped his trajectory with a left roundhouse on his forearm. His speed was overwhelming and as Raditz was locked into his guard Vegeta maintained his momentum and threw a back thrust kick with his right as he spun.
Fwu~FUU! Dmm~BOKK! SKffffffffffffffffffffff!
Raditz winced as he slid back on the dirt with the weighty red mark The Prince's boot left on his chest. Vegeta's speed was next level and he was already behind the low-born with an overhand. Raditz reacted excellently, parrying Vegeta's right with his shoulder movement and arm-dragging him over. The Prince spun out in another ballerina twirl with grace. He reared back his right palm and fired a nondescript blue laser at Raditz who ducked under from the right to the left as he ran at his foe.
Raditz got in close and baited a retaliatory strike from The Prince once in range. He was successful as Vegeta preemptively struck, the blue beams fluttering off into the air as he threw out his left palm.
"Dynamite Monday!"
The ground cracked under the pressure, rocks and grass shooting up limply as small trails of pink electricity radiated off the older brother. He threw rapid and quite frankly difficult to see and anticipate strikes, Vegeta's instincts barely granting him the ability to dodge. He weaved the countless snappy strikes from his lesser before shooting a right boot deep into Raditz' stomach. The counter-hit was intense and stopped him right in his tracks.
"Uhaaaaa~" Raditz let out a gusty breath involuntarily from the blow and Vegeta brought his face in close as a declaration.
"This is the difference between me and you, Raditz, I wouldn't grant these worthless clowns the display of power I'm about to show you. You don't deserve it either but I thought I'd play nice and show it to you anyway. Saiyan's Honour."
The Prince's callous smirk returned as Raditz fell to his knees and wheezed out. Vegeta rose into the air with a wide smile, the anger receding as he hovered above. He overlaid his palms in the position and reared his arms back.
"GALICK~GUN!"
There was a delay before the beam fired almost as if Vegeta was trying to elevate the drama.
"DIE!"
Zzzzzzt! DOOOOOOOOMMMM!
"UUUUUUAAAAAAAAGHHH!" Raditz stood on one knee and met the purple blast head on, the energies crackling against what looked like nothing.
Vegeta's eyes widened and he put more gas into the attack only for Raditz to stand up his full height and challenge it directly. No matter how hard The Prince tried, the Galick Gun simply refused to impact Raditz. He grit his teeth and his anger came back as his foe settled in a karate stance. Raditz locked one in and fired a chamber punch to the sky, piercing right through the Galick Gun and clocking The Prince right in the jaw.
"DAH!"
Vwuvwuvwu~Zyaaaaaaaaaaaa-Pu-POKKK!
Vegeta was thrown for a loop and backflipped for a while but he landed on his feet. He slid his wrist under his reddish chin and grunted.
"You wasted all of that energy? For what!?"
Raditz breathed out heavily after the expenditure.
"You may have hit me but I'm The Goddamn Prince of all the Saiyans! Small brains like yourself know nothing of strategy!" He claimed, pointing to his veiny temple. "If the plan is to defeat someone who is your superior you need to make more tactical decisions than that!"
Raditz smiled through a couple of chuckles.
"I don't think you know much about tactics yourself."
As Raditz shot back his rebuttal, the sputtering cloudy noise was heard by all. Krillin breathed a sigh of relief only to have it stifled by rapid breaths of pain.
"I was just buying time for my backup, where's yours, Vegeta? Face down in the dirt?"
Goku touched down in a low stance, his right knee on the grass. The younger brother unsheathed The Power Pole and got into an offensive position, the red staff touching the ground.
"This the guy?"
"Mmhmm. The Saiyan Prince, Vegeta."
Goku nodded with an air of seriousness, he breathed out through his nose and it fluttered away just as always.
"Maaan, I can just tell this guy is tough. We got our work cut out for us eh?"
Raditz breathed out sharp through his nose.
"Yeah..."
"Missed you."
"We were away from each other for like 10 minutes."
"10 minutes too long."
Raditz just shook his head with a smile at the goofball's comments.
The Brothers VS Prince Vegeta
Objective: Use teamwork to bring down the Saiyan Prince!
"These two are Saiyans, I'll show them why they'll need to bow down to me." Vegeta for the first time in the entire fight took on his actual stance. Right hand tucked in at his side while the left stood outstretched in a claw.
Goku shot a look at his brother and just kind of gestured goofily with his head. Raditz nodded and they both loosened up. A huge smile tore across the younger Saiyan's face and he giggled happily, jumping up and down to limber himself.
"Okay!" Goku shouted. "Let's do this! KAIOOOO-Ken!"
The red aura steamed and whistled like a tea-kettle as Goku was already face-to-face with The Prince.
"Not possible~"
WHOKK!
The impact slammed Vegeta a football field away, Goku pursued feverishly only to gas out.
"Aghhhh!"
Twee~Skfffffffffffffffffffffff!
He tumbled mid-flight and fell harshly onto the ground, his veins bulging at the seams and his skin already tender from the technique, like he had just got done with an hour visit to the sauna.
"Brother!" Raditz yelled as he made his way to Kakarot.
Goku gripped tightly to The Power Pole in his right hand as he shakily stood up.
"That was dumb of me, I'm sorry King Kai. I should have listened. Huh-hah." His goofy chuckle stole a laugh from Raditz as well.
"You're damn right, Goku!"
"Please don't talk while we're fighting, King Kai, it's really distracting."
King Kai's comms stopped immediately.
"Thank you."
Raditz stepped in the way and blocked Vegeta's vengeant return.
WHOOSH! WHOKK!
"No freebies, huh?" Goku stated with a smile, standing up with his red staff.
Raditz was blasted back past his brother with a forceful front boot from Vegeta. Goku twirled The Power Pole in a flourish and stared down his Saiyan adversary. He pointed it slightly upward, aiming it at The Prince's throat. Vegeta sharpened his brow before dashing towards Goku. The now Kai student shifted his weapon around his waist like a hula hoop and smacked it across The Prince's right cheek as he came around the back.
SNAPP!
"Gah!" He exclaimed. "What the hell is that thing made of?"
Raditz jumped on the opportunity with a rising right knee. Vegeta ducked it, folding in half from the maneuver. The younger brother pressured this choice with several rapid jabs from The Power Pole, using it like a spear. Vegeta dodged them all with tight footwork as Kakarot came in close. He spun the Power Pole in mid air so fast it stalled out as he retracted both hands to strike. Goku came in close with tight fists. Goku then threw three left jabs as he rounded to the outside. Vegeta caught the three lefts with his own extended left hand.
As The Prince was pressured by the younger Saiyan, Raditz came up and perfectly scouted the rotation of the Power Pole and missile dropkicked it at the base, absolutely launching it, Kiai shooting from his white boots. Vegeta was forced to limbo it just barely, his form compromised. Kakarot caught the speedy weapon, the inertia the pole possessed Goku turned into his own, spinning around as he palmed it with his left and connecting with a 360 right roundhouse.
VOOOSH! DMM!
Vegeta tumbled back a ways, kicking up more grass, tearing the field apart. The plains had almost all of its grass uprooted in the conflict. Goku dashed intensely at Vegeta, sheathing his red staff in the carrying case.
Clicc. Foooooosh!
Goku just missed a right upper, Vegeta's speed still very impressive at this junction. Goku turned around to try a back thrust kick as a follow-up but Vegeta had seen through the attack and booted the Saiyan in the back mid-way, tossing him skyward.
"Dynamite Monday!"
The pink energies pulsated and shockwaves rolled out as Raditz missed by even fewer margins than last time.
FwuFuSwuSuuFuFwuSwu~ Whokk! KRRrrrrrrACK! Sffffffffffffffffffff!
"DIE!" Vegeta yelled as he threw a spirited left hook at Raditz' jaw.
He cared a little bit but not enough to not sock him back. The pressure of both of their strikes threw each other on the back foot, more dirt and dust filling the air from their skidding. They mirrored each other in their animosity, eyes both filed to the brim with their red veins.
"Damn it, I know better." Raditz ruminated. "King Kai told me I only aim for the head and look where I'm at? Throwing predictable angles just like he said."
WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH~WHOKK!
Raditz swung three back to back hooks, all wide but all fast. They simply weren't fast enough and Vegeta stepped in past all three, a mean left boot shot at the bottom of the older brother's jaw, forcing him to grab hold of his chin as if it were going to fall off. Vegeta reared back his right hand to swing another bomb but Goku parried it upward with his red staff just in time.
Scyuuuu~
He reared back The Power Pole after the strong negation he incited and jammed it into The Prince's midsection.
DMM!
"Gagh! Rrrrr~" Vegeta let out involuntarily, The Power Pole seeming to do way more damage than he would have liked.
The Kai student stalled the Power Pole with another spin and came in close like last time. He faked with a strange weaving jab to draw The Prince's attention which he fell for hook line and sinker.
WHAC-WHOKK!
Goku punished Vegeta's shifted guard for his fake with a one-two snap kick combo starting with his right and following through with his left. Goku grabbed his stalled weapon and swung for the head only to miss by a mile, Vegeta squatting very low. The surge of Ki that exploded from below him almost brought Raditz to his knees as The Prince smashed his crown against the younger brother's chin. During the rising attack Vegeta shifted his weight and launched the Kai student away with a left roundhouse aimed at the neck.
"Brother!" He exclaimed as Goku flew off into the grasslands.
Vegeta pressured immediately, Raditz barely dodging the overhands The Prince threw at him. Vegeta threw a two-piece left roundhouse, Raditz blocked the lower set-up strike with his right forearm only to be caught lacking on the cheek. The Prince caught his stumble to the left and jammed his right hook in on the other side, causing the older brother to backpedal forcefully.
"Kakarot, we're too staggered!" Blood gushing from his mouth.
He didn't care.
"Right!" Kakarot yelled back as he got to his feet, Ki trailing off him as he dashed.
Goku took a wide arc, making sure to grab The Power Pole on the way. Vegeta's eyes darted back and forth animalistically as Kakarot got in range. Vegeta chose Kakarot, leaping off of his right foot and Ki blasting back towards Raditz, pushing into his frame like an invisible hand. The Prince's eyes widened as he realised Raditz caught his dashing leg, stalling him between both combatants. Goku launched a high right roundhouse, slamming into The Prince's left cheek. Raditz rode the momentum his brother provided and drug Vegeta across the dirt and then back around.
Just as The Prince came within range of Goku he fired a purple blast of ki at Raditz' face. He screamed it away, trailing winds coming off of his mighty Oozaru roar. Goku dropped his Power Pole and got in low, kicking up both legs high in a dancer-like backflip kick. The backflip dropkick punted Vegeta into the sky from his back. His eyes ran increasingly more bloodshot, pure rage driving him forward. Vegeta shot back down on Kakarot with a double knee drop.
VYOOOOOOOOW!
"Kakarot!"
"Power Pole Extend!"
Vegeta was simply too heated and didn't even realise what was going on until The Power Pole struck his diaphragm in an explosive counter-hit.
"Guuuuuuuuu…" Vegeta let out limply.
Goku's face tightened up as he swung Vegeta around on his staff in a wide arc.
"Raditz!" He yelled as he brought Vegeta in like a merry-go-round.
Vwuuuuuu-
The moment just before impact, Vegeta could barely make out something in the corner of his right eye, a thick elbow in slow motion.
DMMMMMMM!
Vegeta was thrown for a tailspin and slid all across the ground, heaving up even more earthy stones and grass as he flew. The sheer speed he had he just couldn't stop, dirty flakes and marks drawn all over his somewhat tan, mostly reddened skin as he grinded along the plains. He finally came to a halt, Krillin looked on, ghastly and ghoulish, way too little colour on his face. Goku sheathed The Power Pole and let out a loose breath. Raditz did the same as he wiped his brow. The brothers quickly ran over to the sight of the beaten prince and Raditz attempted to flip him over, chest up.
Vegeta's resilience was insane, as soon as Raditz flipped him he sunk a left hand right onto the older brother's nose, drawing blood.
WHOKK!
"Raditz!"
Vegeta stood up proud, arms and legs spread out in a star.
"I AM THE SAIYAN PRINCE! VEGETAAAAAAA!"
"No…" Krillin let out limply, his low volume out of his control.
Goku couldn't get out of the way in time, he grabbed hold of his brother and they threw their arms over each other. The blue lightshow almost blinded the turtle student, and the brothers stalled strangely for a moment, almost as if the blast was sucking them in before it launched them, one of them past Krillin. Goku flew way over the top, far far away while Raditz hit the dirt and skidded along the ground next to The Prince.
At that moment Bulma, Puar, and Oolong shuttered from the blue wave of destruction. One step outside of the car each, shaking from the display of power. Goku landed and rolled right in front of them, groaning.
"Goku!" Bulma yelled, Sensu Bean in hand, looking to deliver.
"Bulma!" Puar yelled, pointing at Krillin.
"Fuck Goku." Her eyes wide at the sight of Krillin's uneven breathing pattern and non-existing left arm.
The trio ran with reckless abandon, probably not as quiet as they should have been. Bulma acted quickly and attempted to shove the green bean down his throat. Even as fucked up as he was, Krillin's grip was as tight as could be as she attempted to feed him.
"Thank you… Bul~ma."
He let go of her hand and grabbed the bean himself.
"Who ar~ eh…" He let out in wimpy breaths.
"Yamcha, I'm gonna give the other to Yamcha."
Krillin put the bean on his bloody orange pant leg and jabbed it in half with his pointer finger. He swallowed the scrap in a toss and the bloody stump closed up like magic. His other wounds and damage he sustained didn't heal up at all however.
Korin's Sensu Beans heal all wounds perfectly when fully matured and in the complete amount. Since Krillin only took half, the bean only endeavored to heal the most critical problem at hand and restore his stamina.
Krillin let out a harsh breath and looked over the rock, pointing at another large stone Yamcha's head was lying against. Bulma gave a terrified look to Krillin, clearly distressed.
"But, what are you gonna do? We need to run don't we? You don't even have both your arms Krillin!" Tears flew out of her and the choky breaths she had made it hard to listen to.
"Is he still standing?"
Oolong chimed in, grabbing his pant leg as he stood up.
"But Krillin! He's a monsta'!"
"Am I still standing?"
"Yes, you moron!" He threw back with his somehow both nasally and gravelly voice.
"Then I'm fighting."
Krillin turned around coldly.
"Bwaaaa~" The Pig cried, hands on his head.
Bulma was simply not the religious type.
She cried out a few tears into her hands and brought them close to her face in a prayer.
"Please." She gasped out weakly before Oolong and Puar dragged her over to Yamcha's location.
Vegeta's inhalation was ragged, he took a long while to just steady his breaths and replenish his stamina before looking down at the low-born before him. Raditz grunted with great pain just before Vegeta put his boot on his thick mane.
"Am I proud, Raditz!? Hell yes I'm proud! Nappa couldn't even eliminate a single one of you and I took you all down by myself! A Saiyan needs no assistance, they take on all challenges by themselves! I will ask only once, Is there anyone else!?"
Krillin VS Prince Vegeta
Objective: Get this motherfucker off our planet!
"Am I proud Raditz!? Hell yes I'm proud! Nappa couldn't even eliminate a single one of you and I took you all down by myself! A Saiyan needs no assistance, they take on all challenges by themselves! I will ask only once, IS THERE ANYONE ELSE!?"
Just as The Prince called out, Krillin answered. Walking over the hill of the grassland, the sun setting behind him dramatically and shining off of his bald head. His turtle hermit gi in tatters, the left side only hanging on by a thread, exposing almost all of his torso. Vegeta looked back and let loose a frantic and maniacal laughter, unhinged from all the damage.
"This looks like a loss for team Earth. ...if you're their last bastion, little man." He grinned like a devil, flexing his muscles tight as Krillin walked the line.
Krillin looked at the other half of the Sensu Bean intently before shoving it in the pocket of his parachute pants on the right side. There was a pause after the prodding comment Vegeta made that Krillin used to think.
"Go ahead, take the cheap shot, I know you don't get to make those kinds of jokes very often."
The sly smirk Krillin had during his delivery sent Vegeta over the edge.
A cold upbringing in a world under the rule of Frieza while also being uncharacteristically short for his people bothered Vegeta most of all. Especially since his father was tall himself.
Time crawled to a standstill as The Prince of all the Saiyans and the humble turtle student Earthling stood face to face. They locked eyes and Krillin raised his right hand only to not be fast enough to block The Prince's own. He connected clean on the jaw and sent him back far, skipping along the air as he chased down his turtle foe. As he came in close he threw a few loose strikes which Krillin parried until Vegeta brought back his right boot and jammed it in his face, the crushing weight of which sent him flying back once again.
Krillin broke the momentum only to be socked by another hard right on his cheek, the pressure The Prince provided was incredibly impressive considering his damage and stamina. The blow this time sent him colliding into the ground, kipping up rocks, almost no grass left to unroot. The terrible tumble lasted a lifetime as he kept rolling over like a crashing vehicle. The turtle student's wherewithal wasn't enough and he couldn't put up a guard, only a loosely raised right hand as The Prince entered his range.
Bloodshot eyes:
"You're dead!"
The Prince raised his right hand high and struck down on the hapless Earthling. Only it wasn't the Earthling.
"WHAT!?" Eyes bloodshot.
He looked to Krillin's position on his right, the small man gearing up for a high committal jumping left roundhouse. Time slowed down to a crawl but fuck a minute it felt like he stared at that shit for decades.
WHAMM!
Vegeta was thrown for a loop as the turtle student connected with the ferocious left leg, chasing down his adversary just the same he had done for him. Krillin darted along the ground in small bursts of Ki, slamming his own fist into The Prince's face as he flew and then dashing after that with another spirited attack to deliver a flying left roundhouse. Vegeta was now on the backpedal, sliding and skidding across the dirt, the dust in the air impacting the both of them, marking them with the language of this battle. Krillin chased after Vegeta and Vegeta finally halted his momentum, putting his right hand on the earth and coming to a stop. Krillin got into range and the two of them clashed.
A real clash. A legitimate clash as they rose into the air. They threw hundreds of strikes in just a small pocket of time. Foot to foot, hand to hand, leg to leg, shin to shin. They parried with their shoulders and threw awkward angles as they ascended into the aether. Waves of pressure and energy rolling off them when they made full contact, their eyes both ablaze as they fought. They both reared back their right hands and met in the middle one more time, a sonic boom blasting them both back a mile each. They stared at each other from across the way for one moment before coming back again.
The two combatants caused sonic boom after sonic boom, their battle echoing down to all could hear it below, The trio trying to feed an unconscious Yamcha the Sensu Bean. After their clashes Krillin was topsy turvy in the air and Vegeta pressed his advantage from above, dropping both knees on the top of his combatant in a dominating display. He didn't have much time so the turtle student endeavored to block both knees with his feet. Vegeta slammed into him and Krillin was forced back down like the hand of God was telling him to not to occupy this airspace. Krillin scanned the ground as it came closer and closer. Krillin looked for his moment and caught the ground perfectly in a one-handed handstand, white Ki blazing and he hit a backhandspring, flinging The Prince off of him.
"Yamcha!" Bulma cried out, hugging The Wolf tightly.
"Bulma… Wait, what the hell are you doing here? It's Way too dangerous." He pulled her away from him and looked into her eyes.
Oolong looked on, a clenched fist.
"Puar, we have to do something."
"But what, we're not strong enough." The little blue cat whimpered
"You got that right, you think we can distract em'?"
Puar's dotted eyes lit up, cat brows lifted high.
"I was always better at the voices, I'll be Goku, you think you can do a Kamehameha?"
Puar nodded feverishly, paws clung tightly to his khaki coloured chest.
"Yamcha!?"
The Wolf looked over to The Pig and The Cat.
"I'ma' need you to throw me way into the air. Get me above that Saiyan."
Yamcha asked no questions, almost to the dismay of Oolong himself. He chambered The Pig on his right side before launching him, almost touching the clouds before he started to descend. Puar soared right to him as Oolong popped into smoke. Goku reappeared and turned his back to them, gathering the nothingness Oolong prepared in his clasped hands. Puar slotted in to the pocket Oolong provided with his hands and an elaborate lightshow played out, hard to miss. Krillin and Vegeta threw strikes at each other for a while until Krillin looked up, and grabbed Vegeta's wrist, trying to tie him down.
"KA-ME-HA-ME… HAAAAAAA!"
Vegeta broke free at the last moment and dove out of the way of the blue blaze in a front roll. Upon completion of the roll, he looked back only to see a pair of dot eyes and a wide smile stare back at him from the blue blob that didn't do anything but touch the ground with a squeak.
"What!?"
"WOLF, FANG, FIST!"
WHOKK!
The Prince was caught lacking utterly, a palm strike on his left cheek caused him to backpedal forcibly. The claws that struck at him were another level, Vegeta's stamina was shot to hell while The Wolf was at full power minus the Ki reserves. They slashed every which way like 8 miniature scythes. Vegeta wasn't going to make it easy and launched a right hand only to have it ducked. Yamcha continued pressure only to duck again when The Prince shot out a left. The pressure was halted a third time when The Prince went for a hook which was dodged all the same with another low profile dip.
The Prince had enough and attempted to boot the Earthling in the stomach but he wouldn't have it, dodging to the outside and pressuring him from the right, clawing at his face, shoulder arm, and chest. Vegeta chopped with his left to catch him but Yamcha vanished and appeared on the other side, rinsing and repeating his plan of attack on the left, marks and blood starting to formulate from the repeated slashes. Vegeta attempted a snappy left jab to stop him but Yamcha dodged that one too, circling back to pressuring from the front and all Vegeta could do for a moment was put a guard up.
As a last ditch effort Vegeta threw out a one-two-three-piece of back to back straights starting and ending with his right hand but The Wolf ducked all three of those quick strikes back to back and continued walking The Prince with his Wolf Fang Fist pressure. Vegeta's guard was torn to pieces and chunks of skin and blood flew off him before Vegeta finally saw the right angle.
ScwuScuScuSciScwuSciScwuSwcuScuSwuSwuuScwuScuScwuScwuSuuSwu~
"GET THE FUCK, OFF OF ME!"
The Prince didn't even have enough strength to yell, only roaring in his mind as he connected with the most powerful right boot he could conjure at that point in time, landing squarely in the abdomen of The Wolf, bringing him to his knees and whiting out his eyes. The Prince looked down at his arms, messy and stained red.
"That goddamn Earthling tore my arms to bits, the nerve."
He looked up only to see the bald Earthling walk the line towards him again. He fished a small item out of his pocket and swallowed it, green circles enveloping his frame and a sizable amount of his bruises vanished before The Prince's eyes.
"What?" He mouthed limply.
Bulma, Oolong, and Puar looked on with a mixture of hope and uneasiness. Vegeta and Krillin stared into each other's eyes. Vegeta with the fury of a thousand suns and Krillin with the cold disposition of a calculated tactician with everything going according to plan. They both dashed in and threw kick after kick, parrying with their knees and shins as Krillin saved his right hand for an opening while Vegeta couldn't throw a hand if he wanted to.
Krillin walked Vegeta back with his superior footwork and calculated kicks, capitalising on it with a right hand, clocking him in the jaw and forcing him on the back foot. Vegeta stumbled, but didn't fall as he turned his head back. He glared at Krillin with a burning anger as the turtle student strolled onto his location with swagger.
"Why don't you Earthlings just stay down!?"
The answer was clear, Krillin putting him on ice with a right hand, sliding him back. Krillin jumped forward, a turning left thrust kick in the mid section as he landed, folding The Prince over. Krillin spun in a 360 roundhouse and connected with his left again. He jumped to the right side and realigned him with a right roundhouse and followed through with a right thrust kick. Vegeta was pushed away but the turtle student wasn't done, dashing after him and rearing back a right overhand. It knocked Vegeta's jaw downwards but Krillin came back with a backfist coming over the other side, drawing an x with the two punches paths of action. The Prince's head bled and hung low as Krillin crouched down and punched him into the air as he turned, sticking a statuesque pose.
Vegeta coughed and gagged as he rose into the air but Krillin dashed up for one last attack, he kipped off of The Prince's chest with his right leg, not really making contact and then landed a full on left boot backflip attack on his chin.
"GOKUUUU!" Krillin screamed, mouth wide open, a flash of his figure standing up from far away.
The white blob faded into reality as Krillin looked over at his friend gearing up for a baseball-like throw. The Power Pole carved through the air until Krillin caught it and landed on the ground.
"Power Pole Extend!" He shouted like he always wanted to say it.
Vyuuuuuuuuu~
"KAIOOOOOO-KEN!"
Goku blasted off into the aether, looping around his red staff one time for good luck. Vegeta saw the red figure zoom past him, anxious as he couldn't put up any defence, flying far too fast and beaten to hell and back. He could only prepare himself as Goku tackled him from behind and drove him back past the clouds. His eyes widened at the last moment before impact as the little brother disengaged and dropped him on The Power Pole.
He was going too fast and was simply too weak, spearing his right shoulder directly on the Power Pole.
SQUELTT!
"ACKHHHH!" He screamed bloody murder as he slid all the way down thanks to the momentum.
Goku broke out into a roll and made contact with the ground, the Kaio-Ken running his skin raw, the contact with the unforgiving patchy earth tore his skin bad as he 'landed'. Blood and flaky skin tearing at the seams as he breathed out weakly, sweat and all.
The Prince slid down the red weapon agonisingly, grunting and stuttering under the immense pain. Vegeta finally fell onto his knees upon which Krillin retracted The Power Pole and kicked at The Prince's left shoulder, booting him onto the ground. The turtle hermit student flicked the blood off of the red staff and held it high, presenting the finishing blow.
"Say when, Goku!"
"No~ eh-heh…" He laughed out, even then.
Krillin threw The Power Pole onto the ground as a declaration, holding eye contact with The Prince.
"You should thank your lucky stars Goku is the most forgiving guy in the entire galaxy." Krillin dropped his right knee onto Vegeta's chest and pointed at him with ferocity as he said it.
The turtle student turned his back and cracked his neck, making pained faces as he made his way over to Goku.
"You don't look so hot, Goku."
"Eh-heh-heh."
Krillin smiled and extended his hand to his friend only to have it denied.
"I got this one." Raditz interjected, picking his brother up from behind and slinging his arm over his shoulder. "You're not too bad, Krillin."
The turtle student's eyes widened at the compliment.
"My brother talked about you the most, thanks for taking care of him."
Goku let out a couple more goofy laughs, rubbing the back of his head, embarrassed and not used to people speaking for him. Raditz almost fell forward, caught by Yamcha who appeared out of nowhere. He shot a sharp and almost antagonising look at the older brother as he held up Goku's other side.
"You've got a lot of bravado, but you should probably let me take it from here."
"I'd like to argue with you, Earthling, but I think you're right. My back is pretty fucking beat up."
Raditz groaned and sat down on the rock Krillin was bleeding out on, blood and all.
"Welp." He cackled as he saw it stain onto his black parachute pants. "Beggars can't be choosers. Hah-hah-hah."
Yamcha shot a look of disdain and unease while Krillin smiled with a bit of hopefulness at the new Saiyan ally.
"We're just gonna let Piccolo and this other guy join us, Goku?"
"Have some faith, Yamcha." Goku laughed out a bit with heavy breaths. "Where's everyone else?"
Yamcha looked to the ground and Krillin looked to the sky. Goku finally sent a pulse of Ki Sensing out and found the answer himself. Yamcha just nodded limply as his friend stared at the ground in melancholy. Yamcha tightened his lip, gazing back at Bulma as she neared.
"Goku!" She cried out as she ran over.
She embraced the beaten brother in a tight hug.
"Owwh, heh-heh."
"Sorry."
"You did it baldie, chock one up for team Earth huh?" The Pig claimed as he came close with a back fist bump.
"Yeah, I guess you're right, Oolong." He responded in kind, touching knuckles.
"I'm proud of you and Yamcha, Krillin!" Puar chimed in, floating around in an arc.
"Thanks guys."