Yo! Son Goku and friends! Saiyan Saga (Chapter 49)
Raditz
"Well the room is done but it's not fortified yet, we'd need to run more numbers on the outside and probably have a talk with you guys about possibly running it through with energy."
"You mean you think you can reinforce an entire room with ki?"
Bulma and Raditz stepped out into the massive and inspiring blank rectangular room of chrome and metal plating. It went upwards far higher than anywhere else. On the right side of the door, high up, was a long rectangular window and four satellites, one in each corner at the very apex.
"Maybe, haven't done anything that crazy yet here at Capsule Corp, but capsules as a concept are debatably crazier than just reinforcing a room with that magic energy you guys use to fight. I don't see why not."
Raditz spared a glance at that box near the top.
"Is that where you're gonna monitor me? I see computers."
"Yup! I'm gonna use those computers to track your heart rate and energy levels. I've implemented the scouter's design philosophy on the plating of the window. That dish there next to it is what's gonna fire the moon waves at you."
"Bluntz Waves."
"Raditz. I built you an enormous monkey playground that tracks your energy signature and heart rate that can also transform you into a giant ape at will."
"..."
"I get to call em' whatever I want, moron!" She flicked his forehead for good measure.
"Women..."
"What did you say!?"
"Winning. I said winning. I'm winning... Thanks for the opportunity." He gazed longingly at the satellite dish nearest the window at the top of the boxy straightjacket room.
Bardock
Bardock looked with malice at a large, orange soldier with a strange uniform. It was all black just like the traditional foot soldier but it was a cuirass with one extended shoulder pauldron on the left side, gold trim in the usual places. He spared a glance at his son while they flew over the ruins of a cloudy planet. All three of them wore masks over their faces. Bardock turned off his scouter and gestured to land down near a ravine. The other two compiled and landed down with him.
Fwt.
Bardock cracked his neck and rubbed his right trap. He scratched over the x mark on his face with a slow and calculated deliberation on his clear visor. Turles kissed his lips in disappointment and shook his head. He turned off his scouter as well and walked over to the large orange being accompanying them.
"Bullgokin!"
The intimidating being stared down at Turles through his mask.
"I think my scouter's busted." He presented it to the man only to have him turn his head in intrigue during the handoff.
As soon as it happened, Turles snatched off Bullgokin's and smashed it to pieces.
Krsh!
"Damn Saiyans! You never work with a Saiyan!" Bullgokin cried out preemptively as Turles stole back his crimson red scouter in one fell swoop.
Turles reared back the arm that grabbed his scouter and locked forearms with their orange ex-teammate.
"Traitors!"
Bardock cracked his knuckles as he walked the line. Bullgokin flared his ki with a massive wave and Turles barely held on, sliding back towards his father. Bullgokin said nothing as he flew into the air. Bardock exclaimed some harsh words before he gave chase. Turles looked at his father with some malice.
"Does it matter that much!? Why can't we just discuss it at base!?"
"I don't trust them!" Bardock yelled back as they pursued their large orange target, black smoke clouds obscuring their view as Turles finally put his scouter back on.
The grey and smokey clouds parted in the wake of the trio's awesome speed. They dipped and dived, keeping in time with each other. Bardock looked around.
"Boy! Pressure him with your beams to slow him down!"
"I slow down too if I actually want to aim!"
"That's fine!" Bardock yelled back as he went below the clouds.
"Tch!"
As stated, Turles slowed his pursuit, turning on his scouter and charging his ki reserves to fire.
Vyu! Swerr! Thyuu~
Bullgokin dodged all three of the blasts with ease while Bardock ran parallel with him from below. Bardock turned on his green scouter as well, the numbers of his enemy's energy signature ran true as he sprinted. Bardock was making better headway chasing Bullgokin from the ground.
Flight isn't always the best answer as it is inherently a skill-based usage of ki. If your base power is high enough you can actually achieve a better level of speed by dashing or leaping. Burter is insane at flying as well but he's actually just sprinting or leaping most of the time. Bardock is one of these fighters.
Bardock kept an eye on the lime green circle just above hit and dashed like a madman to outpace it.
Tp. Tmp. Dmp. Fmp. Tp. Fp. Fwu~Fsh!
He sprinted like his life depended on it and turned around in a slide to eye his target before he long jumped into the air to snipe Bullgokin's flight path. The orange man saw Bardock too late and was blindsided by Bardock's left leg lariat.
Da-DMM! Fwufufwu~ Znn! Vnn! Zwer!
Turles burst in three arcs as he chased down their adversary.
"Uuuagh!" He yelled in a throaty way as he came down with a superman punch, clocking the orange ex-teammate on the head and sending him crashing into the dirt.
Turles landed and put a boot on his back as he cut the straps tying his mask.
"Brutal." Bardock stated with a smile as he touched down next to his son, the breath coming off him fogged up the clear glassy mask.
Turles rolled his eyes as the life drained out of Bullgokin with each strained breath. The pair each turned off their scouters.
"This could be us if we're not careful, father. Name is no joke, I really would have liked his help clearing the randoms making this gas." Turles strapped the spare mask to his belt loop on his left side.
"Relax, boy, we're Saiyans."
Turles gave him the stink eye but Bardock didn't care one bit, putting his hands on his hips and strutting around the area like a cowboy as he tapped on his scouter.
"So... what?" Turles raised his arms in frustration at his father.
Bardock looked back with a sharp brow as well.
"Why are you letting those Ginyu boys dictate our terms? Hmm? Doesn't seem very smart to me. How can we trust those buffoons? They're astronomically stronger than we are and we're just supposed to listen to them as they tell us not to eat the fruits? And not only that, but the fruits stay with them at all times? Ludacris!" Bardock stomped his foot on the ground and toxic black gas fumed around his foot from the cracks in the ground. Turles eyed the vapor for a moment as his father continued ranting.
"Father."
"What?"
"Saiyans aren't supposed to Be stronger than King Vegeta. If we push the threshold Frieza might wipe us out. I think even you can come to that conclusion."
"Drrr… but-"
"NO!" Turles stepped forward dramatically. "Trust, father." He put his hand on the black chestplate of his father's armour. "You've gotta trust me and you gave me the impression that you did back there on Vampa. Remember what I said?"
"..?"
"The Ginyu Force is the only unit in the entirety of The Cold Estate's whole reign that has absolutely no casualties for over 6 years, and they're 9 years strong now. You have to trust me so that I can trust them."
Bardock averted his eye contact to the ground and shifted his tongue in his mouth while furrowing his brow.
"The reason Emperor Cold took over the Saiyans and Planet Vegeta was because the Saiyans were far stronger than your average planet while also being so far below The Cold Throne that they'd be easily manageable. If we eat up the fruits with no care in the world then we run the risk of making those snakes raise an eyebrow. Ginyu's-Not-Dumb!" Turles reinforced his last statement by slapping the back of his right hand into his left palm on each word. "His boys don't even eat most of the fruits, he saves them for when he's actually given a mission so that their power-ups line up correctly with what's in the system."
Turles breathed out and fogged up his mask before returning to his own rant.
"If we go back and check, father, we'll probably see over 16 or so fruits, it's not like he's hoarding and then feasting on them all while we're not looking."
Bardock breathed out harshly with his hands still on his hips.
"Fine."
"..."
"I'll leave it alone for now."
"Phew~"
The wind blew lightly which in turn kicked up some of the purple indigo gas and caused it to swirl around.
"We got a job to do anyway."
"Father."
"What is it, boy?"
"We wait until we're in Ginyu's Barracks until we talk about this kind of stuff."
"But I don't trust them. That's the main thing I'm worried about, we can't talk about them like that in front of their face."
"But we can't just keep killing the units that Frieza assigns to us just because we want to talk about The Tree of Might. That looks way worse on our resume and on the Saiyans as a whole. Bullgokin even assumed Saiyans were treacherous. We're on thin fuckin' ice and I'd prefer to walk it with a team of level headed individuals who haven't fallen in for over 9 years… That's all."
Bardock had no rebuttal, he just sighed and the pair flew off after turning on their scouters.
Bulma
Bulma worked away at the architectural integrity on the outside of the large cylindrical building that now stood next to Capsule Corp. She was elevated by a large red, spring-loaded device that possessed adjusting panels on the back. Yamcha flew around and checked a few things with the large blueprint map he had in his hands.
"I think we're good."
"I think's not good enough, Yamcha."
"What?"
"When you're making the plans for a building they can't be 'good enough'. That means they're gonna fall apart if an earthquake happens or there are too many people in one spot."
"But we already made the building, what is this for?"
"For you guys."
"What do you mean?" Yamcha laughed loudly. "We gonna run around in the walls like rats?"
"No."
"Then what is this second layer for?"
"This outer ring of the room is so that you guys can charge your energy into the room to reinforce it."
"What!?"
Bulma took down her goggles and gave her man the sassiest look.
"It's like a focused solar panel only you guys are… the sun." She replied as she put her goggles back on.
Yamcha scratched his head with total mysticism.
"You got like, even smarter. How the hell did you do that?"
"Well let's not call it that, yet, not only are we not done, we don't even know if this first design is gonna work. And if it fails you guys have to subdue Raditz while not cutting off his tail. I don't know HOW you're gonna do that."
"Me?"
"Yeah, you. Who else is gonna do it?"
"Sheesh. I guess I'ma have to do it."
"Yamcha! Bulma!"
"You're a lifesaver, Krillin." Bulma answered as Krillin handed her her coffee, still steaming.
"Thanks, bruh." The Wolf called out as he received his own cup.
Krillin nodded and just landed on Bulma's red platform.
"So how far along?" He asked while taking a sip from his drink.
"Probably still a week or so on this first trial run. When are you most free this week?"
"Well Wednesdays is no school and no teaching so just pencil me in for Great Ape control on Wednesdays I guess."
"Gotcha."
Yamcha steadily drained his green tea while eyeing Krillin.
"So how much more you gotta go?"
"After the end of this semester I still got three years of law school and then I'm on my way."
"You're gonna be a detective, right?"
"That's what I was thinking about, after I learned hypnotism from Roshi I thought… 'you know, maybe my skills would be better suited to finding out the truth rather than punking out small timers'."
"Whoa, misdemeanors not good enough for you, bro?" Yamcha joked, skating around the air as he punched Krillin's arm.
Krillin shook his head and took a sip from his drink and the pair just watched Bulma go to work with her instruments.
Goku
Goku and Gohan sat patiently by a large body of water, luscious green grass littered the area and the pair relaxed in peace, Gohan had a fishing rod in his hand.
"You know, I never once held a fishing rod all the times I went fishing."
"Really?"
"Mmhmm. I always just fished with my tail."
"But~ aren't they gonna bite it?"
"Well yeah! Huh-Hah! Got my butt bit many times."
Gohan giggled as his line bobbed a single time.
"Look!"
Gohan paid close attention as the line bobbed another time.
"Reel it in! You got one!"
Rrrrrrrrrrrr~slash! Rrrrrr~
"It's… it's hard!"
"They want to fight, Gohan, they're not just gonna give up!" Goku yelped back with a goofy smile. "Get him!"
The little boy flailed around, waving the stick more like a wand than a fishing pole, using his whole body weight to try and pull the small creature towards him. Gohan fought for a long time until he reeled it in and nothing came up.
"He got the bait…"
"No problem, there's always next time."
"Really?"
"Of course. There's always a next time as long as you feel like trying again. That's the important part. Make sure that even if you suck, you'll give it at least one more go just in case. And maybe even five or six more times if you suck and it's still fun." Goku rubbed Gohan's head with fervor and the little boy smiled with the purity you can't get anywhere else.
Fasha
A muscular Saiyan wearing a tight pink leotard and a black Saiyan cuirass took a deep drag from an elegantly crafted wooden pipe. She had a yellow leg wrap along her left leg then ran down her lower thigh and into her pale white boots. Her Saiyan tail wagged back and forth as she took another toke from her pipe. Her fit was complete with matching white gloves and black knee pads matching her armour. The green scouter on her right eye beeped once and she breathed out a billow of smoke.
"Yellow?"
"..."
"Hmm."
"..."
"Really?"
"..."
"Bardock's definitely the type. I'm on my way."
The woman brushed her thumb across her bottom lip as she turned off comms from her scouter. The Saiyan had short black hair that was the closest a Saiyan could get to a bowl cut.
Saiyan hair is strange, unlike most humanoids, even in harsh gravitational environments their hair will almost always result in spiky hairstyles. Fasha's hair was kind of down but also kind of outward in a way and had a few spiky strands here and there.
Fasha rotated her shoulders and cracked her neck, a golden earring on her left ear jingling like a windchime. She had piercing black eyes that were hard to ignore as she set down her wooden smoking apparatus with intention. She cracked her knuckles outward and stepped out into the hall from a door labelled:
Barracks 2: Room 227
Fasha yawned and blinked a few times as she walked along the chrome hallways. She looked out into the also-chrome outside, this time punctuated by deep blue grass that was scattered across the land here and there. Mostly just ships and devices however, very little in the way of wildlife outside. Fasha continued on her slow trek before she finally reached the front door and waltzed out with swagger. Two men greeted her as she walked over towards a group of Saiyan pods in front of what seemed like an endless abyss, no bottom in sight.
"You ready to go?"
"Lead the way, Tora."
"Bardock, huh? This'll be interesting! Don't tell anyone but I saw Bardock whoop The Prince's ass."
"Get outta here!" Tora pressed Nappa back hard on the chest, flashing a handsome smile.
Fasha let out a laugh-breath through her nose as she sat down in her Saiyan pod.
Fasha and Tora have both worked with Bardock before and in light of what everyone considers a coup by the Saiyan Prince, Nappa has never been more happy.
"Boys!" She banshee wailed over the comms.
"What?"
"NG: X: Two Two Two Six, Y: One One Three Four, Z: One O Nine One?"
"Affirmative." Tora answered with dominance.
Fasha nodded and the trio blasted off into space, the metal apparatuses their pods were housed in giving them boosts into the galaxy up above. Trails of fire lit up and sparked behind them in their great speed and once again, Fasha touched a few buttons on the control panel and fell asleep in the bathing spray of the mist.
Bulma
The scarred executive didn't look so excited to be the scarred executive. She gazed into the mirror at the long scar on her right cheek. She winced at nothing, it's not like it hurt physically but she still cringed regardless. The city nightlights were in full display and she was only wearing a grey tank top and panties as she checked herself. Yamcha tossed and turned in the bed, awaking at the bright lights of the bathroom to his left. The Wolf used his palm as a visor and groggily stood up, making his way to the restroom. He yawned loudly, stealing the attention of Bulma.
"Hey~" Yamcha called out and attempted to kiss her on the cheek.
She looked at him longingly and caught him by the chin. Yamcha furrowed his brow.
"You good?"
Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked back at him. Puar's low purs could be heard as he slept on their bed.
"Do you still think I'm beautiful?"
"... Knn~ HAGH-HAGH!" He shouldn't have laughed but it was funny to him.
Her sorrow turned into anger and she kept her focused gaze on him.
"Oh. You're serious."
Her anger melted away and fell back into melancholy.
"Okay, look. You know I think you're hot. That's irrelevant, so why do you ask?" Yamcha put his hands on the sides of her shoulders and turned her sharp stare to his.
"I…"
She looked back at the mirror and ran her fingertip along the large scar on her right cheek. Tears ran down her face as she did it.
"Really?" Yamcha was blown away. "That?"
Bulma was not at all soothed by what her man had to say.
"Bulma, I…" He leaned against the doorframe and ran his hands through both sides of his impressive mane. "Look." He grabbed her wrist and snatched it away from the scar. "Is that right there really what you're worried about?" He pointed at the point of interest with his left index.
She didn't answer, but the shifting of her eye contact to the window said all it needed to. Cars honked and beeped from far away outside on the late city streets.
"Babe." He wrapped her arm around his waist and turned her face with his right hand. "Look at me."
"..."
They stared at each other and said nothing for a long time.
"Do you think I'm handsome?"
"Why do you~"
"Answer."
"Of course." She put her left hand on his face and ran her thumb along the scar on his right eye. He closed it as she also drew the line over his eyelid.
Yamcha laughed through his nose and smiled.
"Exactly."
She blushed.
"What are you worried about, babe?" He embraced her tightly, shoving her face into his chest. "It gives you character. And now we match permanently. How many other couples can say that?"
"That was silly of me."
"Yeah, it was silly."
She still had a smile on her face but she tried to at least look angry.
It didn't work at all.
"You're whack for that." Yamcha said as he pinched her nose.
Bulma made a face, scrunching up her lips.
"Well Puar's in the bed soooo~"
Bulma didn't even let him finish, dragging him out of the room and into the loft. Yamcha laughed as he closed the door, taking charge and throwing her onto the couch.
"Dude if we don't clean this hoe soon, Gohan's bout to be sitting on my jizz, no cap." Yamcha proclaimed as he threw white tank on the floor.
"Ha-ha-ha!"
Yamcha
Yamcha walked out to loud construction, several robots running back and forth with various items. Bulma shouted commands from atop her red throne. She looked down at Yamcha and yelled at him too.
"We're almost finished! Gonna need your help to test!"
Yamcha yawned and floated up lazily to the platform, landing and rubbing out the weariness from his eyes. Krillin helped hold a panel into place as a robot hovered and screwed it in with immaculate precision.
ZZZZzzzzt!
"These guys get a lot of work done!"
"Well, it's a lot easier with you here, Krillin. They have a harder time holding it steady, your way more sturdy than the machines."
"Gosh." Krillin blushed and rubbed the back of his bald head before he touched down. Krillin was wearing the orange jacket and pants he had at the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai. The black hat with 'Kame' on it as well. "My man."
"Yessir."
Yamcha and Krillin met in the middle for a fistbump and meandered to the back of the railing.
"Hello?"
"..?" Krillin and Yamcha just looked at each other for reassurance.
"We're not done, people!"
"Bruh." They said to each other as they hopped off the rail.
Yamcha and Krillin held panels up under the sun, performing monotonous work for a while until Raditz and Goku showed up.
"Finally! The Wolf of the Wasteland was starting to wonder!"
"It's no big deal, 4 for 5. Just make sure to turn your head so my massive cock doesn't slap you in the face on my way in."
"Bruh."
"HAH-HAH!"
"What's a cock?"
"..."
"I'm not tellin' him."
"Me neither, Krillin."
"Hey! Come on, guys!" Goku shot back as he and his brother rose in the air to meet level with the platform.
"Sorry Goku, now's not the time."
"Hmph!"
"Raditz."
"Bulma."
"We've got it ready for you, go ahead and take a step inside."
"Will do." Raditz replied, walking off the railing and plummeting onto the grass below.
THONKK!
"Hey! Watch the grass! The fuck!?"
"My bad, forgot you Earthlings care so much!"
"Rrrr! Why did I even agree to this!?"
Yamcha palmed Bulma's head like a basketball and somehow, it calmed her down.
"Heh…" She sighed out dramatically, letting her shoulders limp.
"So do we go in there with him or..?"
"No. We're going in here." Bulma pointed, then led the way through the catwalk that nicely funneled from the red lift.
Yamcha and Bulma just walked nonchalantly while Goku and Krilln gazed with amazement at all the lights and craftsmanship.
"Okay, so here's the control room." She stated with a proud smile and a wave of the hand.
The room was nice but pretty small overall and it wasn't really a room per se, more like a divot in what was effectively just a square shaped hallway.
"This is what you guys are going to funnel your energy into." She slapped her hand onto a grid-like panel that looked the same as the Dragon Radar.
"Oh! Looks like the Dragon Radar!"
Bulma smiled and ran her hand through Goku's hair tauntingly.
"Nice catch!"
"Huh-Hah!"
"Go ahead."
Yamcha took the initiative, putting his left palm on the scanner. A wave of green scanned all the way down then all the way up.
Zyu~Syuw. Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv~
After that it hummed lowly.
"So do I just..?"
"Well that's what the third monitor in the control room is for." Bulma walked the trio back and pointed at the rightmost computer monitor as Raditz walked in from far below. "Looks like we're at…"
Clik-clk-clicc.
"100 BP. Hmm. That's not gonna work."
"Not even close." Krillin grabbed the lip of his cap and shifted it slightly.
"Well I mean, I didn't put very much so that's no problem right?"
"No but I wonder just how much you guys need to put in for the room to be good. I mean Goku was the weakest he's ever been the first time I saw him do it and he was crushing a castle into nothing."
"Yeah…" Yamcha cringed, scratching the back of his head.
"But there's three of us." Goku reassured, putting his arms around the couple. "Me, Krillin and Yamcha got this no problem, right guys?"
"When you say it, Goku, it feels a lot better."
Goku smiled as did Krillin, The New Turtle Grandmaster threw his jacket on one of the chairs as well as his cap, flexing his muscles through his tight black t-shirt.
"Damn, okay!"
Krillin hit a bodybuilder flex with his right arm, Yamcha hyping it once again as they walked back to the panel.
"Hey guys!"
"Hmm?"
"There's four panels! I want you guys each on different ones!"
"Where are they at!?" Krillin yelled back with concern.
"You can see that one!" She pointed behind her back to the corner wall right behind her. "And there's one opposite the control room!"
Goku ran past Bulma to do the one at the corner while Yamcha dashed across the hallway to hit the one opposite the control room.
"I see it!" Yamcha yelled from behind the metal plating. "What is this thing!?"
"That's a door!" Bulma's voice echoed through the hall.
"You mean the button!?"
"Yeah! That's in case we need to bust in!"
Yamcha swallowed and pressed his hand against the screen.
"If it goes to shit we have to beat him up without cutting the tail..? That's gonna be fucking impossible… Oh man, what did I get myself into?"
Bulma had eyes locked onto the third monitor and the BP scrolled up quickly. 1,000 to 10,000 in a matter of seconds.
"Keep going! Raditz BP is around 14,000! We'll need to probably double the number if we want to hold him in and then double that number for good measure! I don't know how he's gonna change when he goes into that ape form so just be ready!"
"Right!" Krillin yelled with fervor, keeping his hand locked on the pad.
Raditz looked around the room and it was as if the walls were glowing. He couldn't make out the words but people were definitely speaking above him, dull echoes reverberated down to him at the bottom.
Bulma went to town on the keyboard and scrolled with the mouse, checking and double checking everything as the BP continued to steadily increase on the right monitor. She nervously tapped the desk.
"Come on…" She said with jitters, closing the archway behind Raditz.
Znnnnnnn~TOMP!
It was a metal plate that was stationed right above the entrance that climbed down and locked into place, no door handle or anything. The only way Raditz could get out now was if he busted through or Bulma opened up the door for him. The Saiyan breathed in deep and closed his eyes. Without a second thought, he got naked, throwing his blue open haiwaiin on the ground as well as his khaki shorts, sandals, and underwear. He stretched everything out on the floor, making sure to limber up. Bulma looked at the BP and it read 32,455 and rising. She nodded and kept tapping her fingernails on the desk with anticipation.
As soon as the number reached 40,000 she could see that the room had altered. A yellow hue shone into the room. She typed away at her keyboard and turquoise beads of light gathered in the satellites in each corner of the box.
"We're at 41 thousand! Get us to 50 and we'll fire it up!"
As the number rose to the designated margin, the hair on the back of Bulma's neck stood up in fear and dread. She swallowed harshly as it reached the determined limit.
"Stop!"
The trio all took their hands away from the devices.
"We're at 50,093! That's good enough!"
Krillin wiped his forehead and walked back over to Bulma. Goku rubbed his traps and popped his white tank top up and down as he met up with the other two. Yamcha bolted down the hallway in a flash, kicking off the wall to get there before the Bluntz Waves fired from the dishes.
Bwwrrrrrrrrrr~ZYATT! Zzzzzzzzz~
The turquoise electricity sparked and jived through the air as it shot down towards The Saiyan. Bulma pulled up a window on her first monitor and pressed play. The lights in the box dimmed into nothingness and the wall Raditz was facing was lit up by a projector on the opposite side. A gigantic full moon was on display on the wall as the beams hit Raditz' back. He convulsed and fell to his knees as he gazed at the image on the wall. His teeth grew into fangs and his tail broke out into spikes as did his nails. He clawed at the ground but nothing came of it, no marks or anything as the man struggled to keep it together.
Brown fur broke out of his pores and he howled not like a wolf but like some sort of monster. It was the kind of cacophony a dinosaur would make.
"Whoa~"
Bulma and Yamcha stared on with more intensity than the others, recalling the time Goku first looked at the full moon in front of them.
"Bulma." Yamcha grabbed her shaking hand and she snapped out of a trance herself. She just looked at him plainly. "You know, this thing you built kinda looks like that room Pilaf threw us in when Goku transformed the first time."
"What do you mean?" Goku questioned loudly.
"..."
Krillin looked at Yamcha with some intensity. Raditz started to grow, his large stature as a humanoid was shattered and he now stood as a goliath, his eye line capable of meeting the window Bulma had made to keep eyes on him. The group freaked out but not Goku, he just stared in disbelief.
"I…"
It hit him all at once and Goku put his palm on the glass. Tears came out of his eyes as he looked at Raditz' fury. The Oozaru slammed and shoulder charged the walls. The foundation shook while Goku was in his feels.
"I'm sorry, grandpa…"
"Goku." Krillin put his hand on Goku's back.
"UUUUUURRAAAAAAAAGHH!"
The walls shook with intense and cataclysmic fury as the giant ape-wolf hybrid creature roared and punched the walls. Bulma looked at the third monitor in panic.
"Uhh~ guys…"
Yamcha almost fell over from the Oozaru assault as Bulma directed the group's attention to the lowering BP of the room. The trio scattered and were on their units as quick as could be to charge up the walls again. Bulma let out a sharp exhalation of breath and she looked at the BP that now registered at 32,127 and counting.
"Phew~" Her breath came out like a whistle as the room started reinforcing again. Raditz still slammed into the wall over and over.
Krillin was on the panel closest to the beast and could still kind of see him through the glass if he really tried. He looked on and saw no improvement as Raditz smashed, kicked, and tumbled around in the plain room.
"What's he doing!? You guys have a plan!?"
"This was his idea! He pretty much stated it was a Saiyan's job to overcome it! I don't really think I can do anything!"
"Great plan!"
"It's not mine! Go ask that beast down there if you're so concerned, Krillin!"
"Goku!"
"Yeah!?"
"How long do you think you can charge the room!?"
"Probably like 10 minutes before I run out!"
"Yamcha!"
"WHAT!?"
"Press the button!"
"Krillin what are you-"
Before Bulma could even challenge him Krillin was rebounding off the walls to gather speed and he dove down the chute that opened up from the button press much to Yamcha's dismay.
"That's not a door, Bulma! That's what you call a door!?"
Krillin rode down the rectangular shaft and came out into the empty chrome room with the enormous beast. It thrashed and threw haymakers at nothing.
"Damn, this sucks!" Yamcha yelled loudly. "You need to put more windows in this thing, Bulma! Ki Sensing takes energy too!"
The only way Goku and Yamcha were seeing the beast was by sending out pulses here and there with their energy.
They sent out pulses and saw Krillin float around and juke to the beast's back for covert ops. Krillin delicately landed on Raditz' back amping the Oozaru's fervor even further.
"GA~ROOOOOO!"
It clamped its hands onto Krillin's position like it was swatting a fly.
"YES, KRILLIN!" Yamcha shouted as the little guy got out of the way with a teardropping flight path.
Raditz eyed Krillin with fury as he stood in front of him and Krillin held the handsign for The Two Witches.
Byuu~
His left arm came back and met the handsign in the middle and he hopped off the air to land on Raditz' left sweeping arm. He ran along the fur to edge closer to his mouth.
"Be careful!" Goku yelled without thinking, he felt energies surge in Raditz' mouth.
The energy registered for Yamcha a moment later.
"How did Goku catch that?"
Krillin dodged it just in time with a gainer and flew off the air towards Raditz eyes with shaking speed.
BVUUUUUUUU-BA-BOOOOMMM!
Bulma fell out of her seat at the blast and the building shook with the greatest fury so far. She had to stay floored until the rocking stopped. It was so intense. The scarred blue hair executive saw the explosion rock and flow like a tide away from the glass.
"Are you for real..? Krillin's in there right now?"
"Come on…" Krillin hopped off Raditz left shoulder and spoke to hype himself up, taking steady breaths. "Whuuuu~"
Raditz clawed with his left but hit nothing again.
"Krillin…" Yamcha ruminated with eyes closed and Ki Sensing focused.
Krillin juked him one more time and stood face to face with the giant. He mimed his hands in a mesmerising way. It wasn't enough on its own and Raditz clapped onto his position with both hands.
KLOPP! FWUUUUUUUU~~
The reverberating shockwave echoed throughout the building loudly. Bulma barely got to her seat before being knocked over again. She tilted her head to look at the numbers.
"Fi-fifty thousand? That's all we got?"
Krillin shouted to get its attention focused.
"HEY!"
Raditz complied no problem and Krillin started miming weird hand movements once more.
"You're getting sleepy, aren't you?"
The Oozaru kicked the air but Krillin sidestepped just barely. Yamcha cringed as hard as could be while Goku was still in a mixture of sadness. The New Turtle Grandmaster's hands were in a full on dance as he maintained eye contact with the beast.
"Just rest your eyes… That's what you want… Isn't it?"
He swatted at the wall with his left hand and Krillin landed on Raditz' left wrist with great skill.
"The moon makes you so sleepy doesn't it..?"
Raditz slapped his wrist with a much more hefty and slowed approach. Krillin maintained his handwork as he slowly dipped around the slap and landed right on that wrist instead.
"The moon means nighttime which means… Time to go to sleep~"
Raditz couldn't hold on and fell forward onto the wall's corner, face first. Krillin juked just in time and avoided getting his back blown out by the gigantic furry abomination. He wiped his sweaty brow with his right hand as the left faded into obscurity. Raditz was conked out for sure as all three of the martial artists couldn't feel the ki inside Raditz, just a room with a large object in it. Yamcha tore his hand away from the device and shook his head in disbelief, tongue in cheek as he stood. The Oozaru started to shrink slowly, much more slowly than he grew. Almost unnoticeable.
Krillin nodded and flew back through the shoot and banged on the hatch.
"Yo!"
"Huh? ...Oh!" Yamcha pressed the button feverishly and the hatch opened again, his friend tired as could be as he touched down next to him.
Slap!
"What the hell!? When'd you learn that one, bruh!? Nice moves!"
"You think I was lying? I told you three days ago. Learned hypnotism from Roshi."
Goku walked around the corner with arms raised high.
"That was amazing!" Goku spanned his wings out wide and hugged Krillin in a pick-up motion. "Huh-Hah!"
Krillin scratched the side of his face in embarrassment.
"Yeah… I'm pretty good."
Goku smiled as did the rest of the crew. Bulma let out a big sigh and looked down at the test subject and shook her head.
"You've got a lotta work to do if you want to be like those elites, dumbass." As soon as Bulma said that there was a frantic air that dispersed behind her. She practically shit her pants as she turned around. "Tien!" She clung tightly to the scarf on her chest. "You scared me…"
"You guys scared me! What the hell was that energy!?"
Before he knew it, The Wolf was standing right next to him.
"Read em' and weep, Crane!" He stood on the desk and pointed down at Raditz' massive Oozaru body.
"Holy shit." His third eye shifted down and zoomed in like a camera lens on the hawaiin shirt. "That's Raditz."
"I wasn't lying." Yamcha said as he stuck his tongue out and jabbed Tien on the chest with an index finger.
"Damn, I kind of wanted you guys to be wrong… Wait a minute."
"..."
Goku and Krillin rounded the corner and saw their friend.
"Hey, Tien!"
"Hey, Goku, Krillin. Where's the moon? You guys said you need a moon."
"Artificial moon."
"What?"
"I rigged a projector to display a moon on the wall of the room." She dimmed the lights again and put it on the wall. "After."
Clicc-clik. Bwwwww~
"Those are what the moon triggers in Saiyans." She pointed at the turquoise energy being gathered in the satellite dishes. "Bluntz waves."
"Huh…"
"So I hit Raditz with the Bluntz Waves which is what actually turns Saiyans, and then he looks at the fake moon which triggers the transformation."
"Wow… So you built this room to cage him in?"
"Yeah, more or less."
"Why the fuck would you do that?"
"Look alright. Not my best moment!"
Yamcha palmed Bulma's head again and she breathed out harshly.
"He wanted to see if he could become an elite."
Tien looked down at the brown beast once more.
"How did you guys take him down so easy? That level of energy was higher than anything I've ever felt. I was afraid West City was gonna get nuked off the map. That thing just kept rising and rising."
"It was the room." Krillin interjected as he grabbed his jacket and baseball cap from the chair next to Bulma.
"The room? What?"
"Look, Crane, that's not important. We'll tell you later."
"What do you mean, later? We got time right now, don't we?"
"..."
"Yeah, fuck it, fine, I guess we do."
Fasha
"Masks." Tora's voice echoed over the intercom and the three Saiyans all put on their clear visors at the same time.
The three stepped out of the safety of the red velvet their pods provided and into the dusty wasteland of black and purple smoke.
"This place is a mess." Nappa stated as he raised his brow. He tapped on his scouter to no avail. "Yup. These things are gonna have a field day with all this interference."
Fasha cracked her neck and Tora stepped forward to lead the pack.
"Would seem that way. Come on, we ain't got time to lose. Bardock and his team are out here somewhere."
Tora was a born leader, he used to be a squad member in Bardock's command but over time he has shown aptitude for leading himself which has been proven due to Bardock's squad's mysteriously high fatality count. Though a lot of Tora's recent success is due to Fasha as she is much stronger than him.
"Not all that far behind you now, Fasha."
"Whatever makes you feel good, cue ball."
Nappa smirked and peered around the swirling smoke.
Nappa has gone from around 5,000 Battle Power to 7,103. Only 300 or so points away from Fasha's 7,445. Fasha is one of the strongest female Saiyans but is almost 60 years old now so she's had the time to build such strength.
They couldn't see much, most of the visibility was just smoke and gaseous mixtures. The crew stopped looking around and tried to rely on their scouters.
Be-Beep! Dulululululeet!
"Eyes up, I'm getting a reading of around 15,000. Tch." "Goddamn Bardock, how the hell did you do it? That's higher than The Prince's."
The trio broke out into a run and then soared off into the smoky aether to go meet up with what Tora had claimed was 15,000.