Dragonball: Insurgent

War of the Worlds

"Pretend inferiority and encourage his arrogance."

-Sun Tzu

Olve barely has time to react before Bardock is on top of him. The lower-class boy had managed to get in a sneak attack through trickery. Drawing on reserves of speed that he did not even know he had, Olve jets away from his opponent just as Bardock's kick to his collarbone would have finished the fight right there. An arc of red energy flies from Olve's palm in response. Searing the tips of his hair, Bardock manages to get out of the way in time. Olve dances around the hail of blue bullets that Bardock had thrown his way.

"Don't you think you should just give up? You're never going to beat me, little orphaned Bardock!" Olve taunts as he flies towards the other boy.

Unlike Olve, Bardock had not mastered flight or energy attacks to the same degree as most of the elite children. As a result, he is unprepared for the aerial assault raining down on him. The boys become a whirlwind of limbs with Olve kicking from above. Using his wrist to take the brunt of the attack, Bardock counters with some angry jabs, but Olve manages to get ahold of his wrist and flip him onto his back. Flying up for a dramatic flair, Olve comes screeching down ready to crush Bardock into the surface of Planet Plant. Unwilling to simply lay in the dirt like he should, Bardock aims an energy blast towards Olve's face. The elite boy grabs his face as it burns his face.

"Not yet," Bardock spits, forcing himself to stand, "I'll die before I lose to the likes of you."

"You're a real bastard you know that right?" Olve says as he floats back to the surface, rubbing his hand through his brown hair, "You're lucky that my dad said that I'm not allowed to kill you yet. Once the war is over though you're dead, Bardock."

"If you survive," Bardock retorts with a grin, "Then we'll fight to the death. And I'll win."

"As if," Olve says with a smile, sitting down as the two boys begin to watch one of Plant's suns begin to dip into the horizon, "That'll suck though."

"What do you mean?" Bardock asks, while laying on his back to relax.

"Well…you're the only one that's still trying to get stronger," Olve explains, "Sometimes, I feel like we're the only ones training here at camp. The rest are just surviving, willing to just accept whatever happens. But you're different."

Bardock punches his arm and laughs, "When did you become such a little wimp?"

Olve only smiles in response, looking towards the future with a big smile.

The explosion is heard for miles around as the Saibaman detonates. All of the warriors that had assembled on that battlefield briefly disappear as the blinding light of the little green bomb goes off. At least ten pounds of dust and debris are thrown up into the air, and Piccolo would have been coughing and sputtering if he was not in shock to what he had just witnessed. Where Goku, his greatest rival, once stood is now a crater. A sense of dread comes over Piccolo as the smoke clears. The hole itself is easily ten feet by ten feet, a surprisingly perfect little tomb. Except this tomb lacked a body to fill it. Of the combatants, nothing remains except a single green arm. That tiny limp is all the proof that the explosion had ever happened. Goku's body is nowhere to be seen.

"Oh that's a real shame Vegeta," The Saiyan Nappa comments, bringing his head back and laughing, "Guess Kakarot just couldn't cut it against my Saibamen. Too bad, I was really hoping to get a crack at him."

"You…you monsters," Piccolo struggles to say, gritting his teeth as he stands as Earth's sole defender, "That was cowardly."

"Well Namek, don't you think it's about time we end this little charade?" Prince Vegeta asks with a bemused expression on his face, "Kakarot had a higher power-level than you and he was still dispatched quite easily."

"Goku was a fool, I won't be as easy," Piccolo says, "I'm not as easily distracted or susceptible to your tricks."

"You know, I am getting real tired of your tone towards the Prince," Nappa says a slight growl to his voice, "Vegeta, let me shut him up once and for all. Now that Kakarot's dead I gotta do something to alleviate the boredom."

"Do whatever you like Nappa," Prince Vegeta says, closing his eyes, "Once this one is taken care of we can start looking for the Dragon Balls. Just make it quick, and try not to get his blood everywhere."

Piccolo does not waste any time in attacking. In a battle like this it is usually kill or be killed. He launches a flurry of kicks and punches at the larger Saiyan. Those that do not deflect off his armor are blocked by well-timed arm bars. Leaping into the air to get some distance, Piccolo looks down in horror as the larger Saiyan pursues him with a sadistic grin. Before he can react Nappa is above him. Suddenly, Piccolo finds his vision consumed by the Saiyan's massive fist. Forced downward, Piccolo puts all of his energy into his back. The Namek becomes a screaming white missile as he impacts the Earth.

Even Nappa is surprised at the results of a simple punch. While he had put quite a bit of power into that it attack he certainly had not expected the Namek to disappear. Grinning savagely, the large Saiyan drops to the ground and begins walking towards his prince. Even though the battle had been a short one, it had been proficient to get a few kinks out of his neck. Evidently it had been boring as Prince Vegeta had not even bothered to open his eyes.

"Guess these older models are broken Vegeta," Nappa says, "These guys defiantly weren't in the five-thousand range. No way, maybe like 500."

"I suppose that's possible Nappa," Vegeta agrees, carefully surveying the area. Like a good subordinate, Nappa follow's his master's eye. As he does he notices something odd where the Namek had landed. A tiny little hole in the bedrock."

"What in the hundred hells…" Nappa begins to say as he moves to investigate.

His words are cut off by a point blank blast of yellow energy.

Piccolo follows up his surprise attack by stretching his arm towards Nappa's neck. There is a satisfying gasp of pain as his claws break the skin and warm blood begins to trickle down his hand. With a heave, the former Demon King forces Nappa into the air. Bursting out of the earth with an ear splitting yell, Piccolo pulls himself up his arm as it returns to his body. Before the big Saiyan has a chance to blink, Piccolo is on him with a flurry of quick and powerful strikes. Using his fists, claws, feet, and even head Piccolo does not allow himself to a second to relent. Knocking the burly Saiyan aside with a powerful arm bar, the Namek brings his finger to his head.

"Well this is certainly interesting," Vegeta says just loud enough for Piccolo to hear with his enhanced hearing, "Poor form Nappa. See you in the next dimension."

Smirking at the accuracy of the prophecy, Piccolo begins to feel the energy coursing through his finger like electricity. Purple sparks appear in his vision as he locks onto to Nappa's heart. The ugly Saiyan only has a chance to reorient himself before his inevitable demise.

"SPECIAL BEAM CANNON!" Piccolo yells, sending the laser towards Nappa's heart.

The cold of the Yazabat Heights stings Gohan's face as the boy jumps from craggily mountain to craggily mountain. He had spent the last month of his life here, and it had been a brutal month indeed. Yazabat Heights is one of those regions of the world that is better left forgotten. Most of the world was only barely aware of this place's existence, and in an age of capsules that was a rare thing indeed. The soil is of such a poor quality that very few crops can be grown here, and even if they did survive the yearlong dry winter would surely kill them off before they had a chance to go to market. Where Mt. Pazou, Gohan's childhood home, was not exactly a tropical paradise there had been some attempt sot at least extract the multitude of rare minerals in the core of the rock. From an economic standpoint, were it not for the multitude of monsters romancing Mt. Pazou, such places like these should be abundant with untapped wealth. Yazabat Heights fails in this regard as well, with no rare or useful minerals to be found in its little section of the Earth's crust. Dead rocks and dead animals are all that one will find here.

So, naturally, Mr. Popo had deemed it perfect to serve as the grounds of the last leg of Gohan's training. When the young hybrid had adapted to the blistering cold, he found that the atmosphere here with his weighted vest were enough to push him to his limit every day. Not to mention, such a place is fraught with danger, something Gohan reminds himself as the little plateau he had reached crumbles slightly under his weight. Oddly enough though the young boy feels a shaking underneath his feet, though the tectonics here weak at best. Looking down, he only has a moment to scramble into the sky as his little resting spot becomes little more than a pile of dust.

"Whew, that was a close one," Gohan says to himself as he wipes his brow, "Almost had me that time!"

On the ground below him is the scowling form of Olve. Despite the instance that he do otherwise, the older Saiyan had followed Gohan and Mr. Popo to Yazabat in order to continue his own training. In the month before he had gone off with the humans in order to get the basics of his technique down, but had returned upon hearing about how much Gohan had improved. Since coming to Yazabat the older Saiyan had made it a point to hunt Gohan down every day and challenge him to a fight. Likely he would already have pressed an advantage, if the boy had ever learned to fly. Gohan lets out a sigh as Olve leaps onto the air to engage him. They exchange a few swift blows, Olve's attack resembling a random flurry of punches and kicks while in the air. All Gohan has to do is hold out against the stronger boy until gravity does the work for him. Sure enough, after a second or two Olve falls back to the ground.

"Maybe you should take off your weighted clothes!" Gohan yells down with a smile, "Might help you stay in the air longer."

Characteristically, Olve does not say anything. Seeing that the boy had dropped his aggressive posture, Gohan flies down to meet him. Wordlessly, Olve reaches into his tunic and pulls out a bit of preserved meat. He rips it in half with his teeth and gives Gohan some. The two of them eat their meal in silence. The only sound around them in the constant winds of Yazabat.

"When do you think the Saiyans will show up?" Gohan finally asks to break the silence. All day he had been feeling a sense of dread, more so than usual. Being this isolated had left a vacuum of information that Gohan was not used to. When his companion does not answer Gohan keeps talking, "Should be soon. I can't believe it's already been a year."

Olve seems to tense at the mention of time. The boy's partially bald tail flicks irritably. Undeterred, Gohan continues, "Mr. Kami and Mr. Popo say I'm already stronger than my dad, heck I think everyone is. Can you imagine just how strong my dad will be now? Or maybe even that Piccolo guy. It'll be so great to see them again.

Olve responds by biting down on his meat harder, savagely ripping off a chunk and continuing to stare into the distance.

"Remember when we had to tag-team against Mr. Tien and Mr. Yamcha?" Gohan reminisces, "I just hope we do better against the Saiyans. Especially since ya know you can't…well…"

"Can't what?" Olve snaps, using his one arm to put away his little dinner, "Can't fly?"

"Well…yeah I mean you can't yet. Maybe your balance is off or something," Gohan points out whilst staring at the stump on Olve's body. He quickly realizes from Olve's murderous expression that like his lack of a left arm this was a sensitive subject, "But you will soon, I just know it. If you just let me or Mr. Popo show you I'm sure you'll learn it in no time."

"No" Olve says as a response, standing up and beginning to stretch, "You learned it on your own. I'll figure it out soon."

At that moment, Mr. Popo suddenly appears in front of them with a loud 'pop'. The djinn had materialized on his carpet, looking at he two frightened children with the same blank expression he usually wore. Something feels off about the assistant to Gohan however. There is an odd look of tiredness in his eyes that one would never have expected from the normally diligent creature. Even his energy seem afferent to Gohan, fluctuating from calm to hints of nervousness.

"They're here," Olve says to confirm Gohan's fears. The older Saiyan looks genuinely afraid for the first time in his life. There is a tremor to his voice and his body is shaking, "Both of them. Aren't they?"

Mr. Popo nods slowly, "Indeed. Goku and Piccolo have already begun to engage the invaders. They have taken them away from more depopulated areas."

"My dad's fighting them? Gohan asks, now excited, "Then let's get going, I want to see my dad."

"This will not be a reunion Gohan," Mr. Popo remind shim with a stern voice, "The safety of the planet and its people must take priority over all else. The sort of destructive power these two Saiyans are capable of is like nothing this world has ever seen before. Your feelings towards your father must be kept in check by the gravity of our situation."

"It should be a good fight," Olve says, stepping onto the carpet with a clearly forced bravado, "If you want to stay here Gohan, that's fine by me."

The allure of the challenge gets Gohan's blood pumping as he steps onto the carpet. A whirlwind of emotions is going through him as Mr. Popo gathers his energy to take them to the battlefield. While he knows that Mr. Popo is right, something inside of him cannot help but be happy that this day has come. Not a week had gone by where Gohan had not dreamed of the day his father sent him away to prepare for these invaders. Now Gohan has an opportunity to stand beside him, to show him what he's learned over the last year. Despite Mr. Popo's warning and Olve' nervousness, Gohan is happy to see the bleak Yazabat Heights disappearing in an instant. All that matters now is being able to show his father just how much he has grown in the last year.

Nappa does not need a Scouter to tell that he is in trouble. Drawing on reserves of strength, the burly Saiyan lets out a might battle cry that causes the very earth below his feet to start shaking. As the Namek lets loose his attack Nappa is ready with his response. Powerful yellow lightning surrounds his body, raising his own power level by a couple of thousand at the very least. Given more time he might have been able to deflect eh attack entirely, perhaps even frying the insolent Namek along with any human settlements behind him. As he was now, caught unawares and damaged, the best he can do is meet the purple arrow head on. When his aura meets the attack an explosion of white hot light fills the old Saiyan's vision. His hearing is useless as a sonic boom erupts in the gap between him and his opponent. The sheer force of it all causes him to fly backwards, and he is only just able to stop himself mere inches from the ground. Bellows of black smoke emerge to further separate the two, with Nappa losing sight of the Namekian in the fog.

"Damn, little slug got me," Nappa curses to himself as he flies upwards at supersonic speed. In the blink of an eye the Saiyan is able to climb above the fog and spot the Namekian coughing and wheezing from the effort. A cruel smile stretches across his face, "Hehe, little bastard is tougher than I thought. This is more fun than I thought it would be."

"Don't get cocky, I'm not finished yet!" The Namek yells, finding Nappa almost instantly, "You're going to pay for underestimating me!"

When fights like this start, Nappa cannot help but feel a sense of overwhelming excitement. Despite the alien nature of his opponent there is a clear lust for battle that exists within all Saiyans in that Namekian eyes. The sheer ferocity of the attack was not due to desperation, a tactic that Nappa saw often on worlds, but with murderous intent. Though invisible, Nappa can see the malice overflowing from the green skinned man. Nothing short of his death would satisfy this creature, one that was smart enough to make such a thing even remotely possible. Silently, Nappa thanks the dead Saiyan gods that this Namekian lacked the power to kill him. If he did, there is no doubt in Nappa's mind that this would be a deadly opponent indeed. Gritting his teeth he brings back the crackling aura he had before. The clouds around his head part ways as he brings his full power to bear upon the earth. No enemy had ever gazed upon the maelstrom of power he could generate without feeling the vice grip of fear around their heart. This Piccolo was no exception. The Namekian eyes bug out of their head as he tries to comprehend the sheer power that Nappa is generating. On the ground only Prince Vegeta seems to be calm, no doubt due to his lord's own power. A power that, though it sometimes irks Nappa to admit, dwarfed his own.

"He's…he's a monster!" The Namek yells, temporarily losing his cool, "To think that a being could generate that much power, it's incredible!"

"I'm no monster," Nappa tells the Namek with a smirk.

Flying faster than any earthling eye could possible hope to follow, Nappa's fist slams into the Namekian chest. There is a squishing sounds as the green man double over, purple blood spraying onto his armor and touching his face. Letting out a roar, Nappa's aura engulfs the Namekian, causing his skin to sizzle and burn just from contact. Laughing hysterically from the amount of adrenaline in his system, Nappa drop kicks the Namekian. The beating does not end there, it is too soon for the Saiyan. Even as the Namekian is free falling, Nappa continues to pummel him. Dozens of Nappa's attacks connect with Piccolo's skull before he decides to finish it. Wrapping his enemy in a bear hug, Nappa increases the velocity of their descent until moments before they hit the ground. With a huff he throws the Namek into the earth with enough force to cause a new crater in the Earth's surface.

"Nappa!" Prince Vegeta yells, unfolding his arms for the first time, "What are you doing?"

"Oh come on Vegeta, I'll finish him off in a few minutes," Nappa tells his prince with a hearty laugh, "I want to see how much the slug man can heal first."

"You idiot look behind you!" Prince Vegeta warns.

It was too late.

"KAMEHAMEHA!"

The train of blue light slams into Nappa, catching him off guard. The force of the impact knocks him into the air, defenseless and unprepared for such an attack. A new pain shoots across his chest and arms as he realizes that his armor is beginning to melt onto his body. Whatever attack this is made of has enough energy to even damage the high grade armor that Saiyans wore into battle. Screaming in pain, Nappa wildly flings the armor off of himself. After what seems like an eternity, with at least three of his ribs broken as a result, the attack ends and Nappa is able to look at his attacker.

Standing triumphantly is Kakarot. His uniform had been torn to pieces and there are a few burn son his cheek, but for the most part the younger Saiyan was totally unharmed from his run in with the Saibaman. Years of discipline, and his own rage, keep Nappa on his feet as he looks over his new situation. Instead of staying down in the dirt, the Namek begins to stand up like their entire battle was nothing. All he does is crack his neck and brush some of the dirt from his chest. The two of them simply share a smile.

"How…how did you survive the Saibaman bomb?!" Nappa asks, surprised at the own terror that had begun to creep into his voice. Such a feat should not be possible for a low born warrior like Kakarot when even he, the Saiyan Army General Nappa, would have needed an hour to fully recover. Kakarot should not be standing there before him, smiling of all things. Nappa refuses to believe it. The boiling Saiyan blood in his veins refuses to believe it. "Damn you, damn you to hell Kakarot! I am the great Nappa! You have no idea how terrifying I am!"

"Then go ahead and show us," Kakarot taunts with an irritating smile, "You don't seem to be all that strong. Guess we over estimated you with such an elaborate plan."

"You're powerful, but against both of us you're nothing special," The Namek says with a sickening grin on his face.

All at once the real flow of the battle dawns on Nappa. These two weaklings were playing with him, using him to gauge the strength of Prince Vegeta. They are giving him that same look he often used on lesser lifeforms before he crushed them. The little smile, the relaxed body language, everything about these two says one thing. They are telling Nappa that he is not worth their time, more of a stepping stone to the real battle. While there is a lack of the ruthlessness of a killer in them, it is clear what will happen next. Alone, their power-levels were comparable to his own, but together he would be overrun within a matter of minutes. If Kakarot was able to hit him with an energy attack of that magnitude after taking a direct hit from a Saibaman bomb, there is no doubt that their combined power would render him little more than a stain on this field.

No! NO! I won't let them treat me like this! Nappa thinks to himself as lightening crackles around his body in the manner that would remind these earthlings of old gods. An orb of brilliant white light forms in his hand as he puts all of his energy into a single attack. He was Nappa, the mightiest Saiyan alive or dead. The number of worlds that had been crushed beneath his heel were far too numerous to count. In every battle he had fought with the pride, brutality, and drive that were prized by his people. He, and he alone, carried on the traditions of the elite warrior caste. He was a living legend, a relic of a bygone age of glorious warriors. His father had served King Vegeta, and his father before that, and so on and so for as long as the Saiyans have had a ruler. Dying here on a miserable planet light years from civilization was not an option. Letting his power rise fully to the surface he takes one last look at his precious prince, I will serve you till death my lord. I swear so on my pride!

"Piccolo, let me handle this," The tailless renegade announces, dropping down and cupping his hands, "KA…ME…HA…"

"You low-class bastard, take this. The power of the Saiyan race!" Nappa screams.

"ME…" Kakarot continues to chant, ignoring Nappa's speech. Blue and white light forms in his hands.

"BOMBER DX!" Nappa screams, howling like an animal as he throws his very soul at the peasant that had dared to challenge him.

"HA!" Kakarot counters, firing a titanic wave of energy at him.

Their attacks level the nearby mountains due to the sheer ferocity of their power. One could trace the origins of each attacks from the ugly, glowing red scars left behind from them. Neither of them gives an inch, Nappa only digging his heels into the earth as he prepares for the attacks to meet in the center of the field. His vision is consumed by the light show of a thousand suns. All he can hear is his Saiyan blood sizzling in his ears as the battle escalates to this.

Goku is thrown back with such a force that he does not have time to register what had happened. Luckily, Piccolo had moved fast enough to catch him. His head is still ringing from the impact. Where he had fired the Kamehameha wave is still smoking, as is where the larger Saiyan launched his own attack. For an instant both of them share the same expression on their faces. One of total confusion. Goku begins to check himself for injuries, or worse a halo, and Piccolo's expression confirms his theory. Neither he nor the Saiyan named Nappa were injured from that energy clash. Something, or someone, had blocked their attack. The clouds of black smoke block his vision. When the winds do carry the fog away left standing is the smaller Saiyan. Incredibly, with is bare hands the small Saiyan with the prominent widow's peak had stopped both of their attacks. There is not a scratch on him, nor a fleck of dirt to mar the warrior's armor. The Saiyan simply smiles at Goku in the most arrogant fashion that he had ever seen. As soon as the smoke clears, Napa begins approaching his partner.

"Vegeta, I was about to crush them. If you'd only give me a few more minutes, these two would be nothing more than space dust," The bulky Saiyan says, his anger seeping through him and for a minute Goku fears that he will attack his partner, "Please let me finish…."

"Oh I think you're finished as it is," Prince Vegeta snaps back, turning his back to Nappa, "These two are clearly beyond your current level Nappa."

"This guy is incredible," Piccolo whispers to Goku as they regain their composure, "Can you feel that? He took both of your attacks and didn't bat an eye."

"Yeah, he's really something," Goku says, unable to hide the smile growing on his face, "I'm getting really excited."

""I…I can't let you interrupt my battle!" Nappa yells at the smaller Saiyan, his fists clenched, "Let me kill them Vegeta."

"Are you defying an order from your prince?" Vegeta cold says.

"No…No Prince Vegeta," Nappa submissively answers, glaring at the two of them with hatred in his eyes, "I will leave Kakarot and the Namek to you."

"Like hell you are!"

All four of the combatants look around for who had interrupted their battle. When Goku does see them though, his face splits into a huge grin. Flying towards them is Tien, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha. All of his friends wave at him as they touch down. Goku tries to sense their power-levels and nearly does a double take. The last time he had seen Yamcha he was still weaker than King Piccolo. Now, it is the total opposite. Just from their energy alone, it is clear to Goku that Yamcha alone could easily have defeated Radtiz as he is now. The same goes for Tien, who is just about even with Yamcha. The triclops human give him a stern look before placing his hand on Chiaotzu's head. While the little guy is still not in Tien's league, it is clear that he also trained just as hard as the two of them. The three humans stare at the three Saiyans with determined looks upon their faces, making it clear that they had come for a fight.

"So, these are the Saiyans," Tien comments, "Not as nasty as I would have thought."

"And, just who are you?" Vegeta drolly asks, "This is a battlefield, not a circus."

"You're the monkeys here," Yamcha retorts, stepping forward, "Goku, catch!"

Yamcha throws Goku a small sack from his belt. Instantly, the earth raised Saiyan knows what they are. Grinning he opens up the bag and pours at two green Senzu beans. Offering Piccolo one, the two of them eat them up. Goku's strength returns to him, and then some. All hunger or soreness in his body evaporates as the beans work their magic. For a brief moment he considers throwing one of the beans to Nappa. Perhaps a year ago he might have offered a battered opponent like Nappa one so to make the fight fair. But, he still remembers the look on Chi-Chi's face as she died. The memory of his wife replaces the pity in his hard with cold determination. They would pay for destroying his home and driving a wedge between him and his son.

"Thanks Yamcha," Goku tells his friends giving them a thumbs up, "You guys have gotten so strong. With all of us, this should be easy."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Nappa interrupts while ripping a tooth out of his mouth, "Prince Vegeta is the strongest fighter in the universe. What hope does your planet have?"

"We're about to find out," Yamcha says, before to Goku's amazement, begins to fly towards Vegeta with his fists shaped like claws, "Wolf Fang…"

Yamcha falls to the ground clutching his stomach and coughing blood before Goku can even blink. Everyone screams out in surprise as one of their warrior's falls so easily to the Saiyan prince. Vegeta regards the human writhing in pain at his feet with a sort of amused contempt. Goku can clearly see that the prince had used minimal effort in defeating their friend. Cruelly, the Saiyan only absentminded rubs his fist before turning to address the earthlings. In the corner of his eye, Goku can see Piccolo begining to fidget with the collar of his weighted cloak.

"Now, I want all of you to come at me at once," Vegeta commands with a wicked smile, "Using anything less than your full power will not be tolerated."

AN: Hello everyone! Welcome back! I am very sorry that this chapter took so long to upload. I was lazy and got discouraged but I have returned. This summer I plan to put more emphasis in my writing in order to give you guys more content! The goal is a new chapter every week and a half. So the next chapter will likely be up between next Friday and Sunday. Hopefully we will finish the Vegeta Saga by summer's end! I am very excited to continue this story. I noticed that I got a few new follows and favorites during my absence. In fact seeing that a few a days ago inspired me to write this new chapter as soon as possible. Thank you so much for all the support, it means so much to me. The more I think people want to read this story the more inclined I will be to continue it!

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Power Levels:

Goku (Kamehameha): 6301

Nappa (lightning aura): 5500

Yamcha: 2400

Tien: 2743

Chiaotzu: 900

Gohan: 2800

Olve: 3056

Question for the Reader: What is your favorite DBZ couple and why?