Here's something new I'm gonna try out. I haven't had much experience with anonymous reviewers and I don't like the fact I can't reply to them. So, I'll be leaving my review replies to them at the bottom of each chapter.
And this is kinda disappointing. You guys didn't answer my quiery. I'll just ask again and hopefully someone says something about it. What is the big deal with Dirty Dancing?
It had been a week since it was determined that Gohan, Piccolo, Trunks, and Goten were supposed to go to Earth. The first half of the week had consisted of preparations for the trip and getting plenty of rest, though that second one was harder because of the two younger saiyans. They had practically slammed Gohan through the cave wall when they were reunited. Considering that they were of teenage size and strength, it would've been a simple matter to do so. Fortunately, Gohan managed to slow then down enough to avoid traveling through countless caverns.
The two had been upset when they found out that Gohan and Piccolo had left them behind while they were comatose. They were just about ready to chase after them to help the two out but were stopped when it was pointed out that they should've been on their way back. So they impatiently waited a week for Gohan to get back and did the first thing they could do when they saw him, which was the cave wall slamming.
The second half of the week was filled with celebration as the group was honored for their bravery. It wasn't everyday that saiyans were hearing good news these days and the thought of being able to defeat the humans was a hearty cause to get plastered. For three straight days, feasts were prepared, booze was handed out, dancing was rampant throughout the village, and anything jovial was done.
On the day before the band of saiyans were to leave, all participants left the drinking barrels and spent the day recuperating. It seemed a bunch of saiyans were going to lend their support and power, and possibly their lives, to ensure the success of the mission, or at least getting the volunteers into space. Even Broly was going to participate despite loud protest by his peanut gallery. Their protests were quickly silenced when Broly asked for them to replace him on the endeavor. If he couldn't go, then someone or some people had to go in his place.
Then the time came when the warriors left. Families gave their good byes and their best wishes for those who were leaving and for those who wouldn't return. One by one, the men walked up the stairs and joined all the others who had left before him. When all were accounted for, the tribe raced off towards their destination.
Satellite Hub.
Looking down on it from their perch on a hill, the saiyans studied its layout. Compared to the settlements and other military bases, the hub was completely different. For one thing, a majority of the base was solid concrete. A plain of concrete ranged from the south side covering up a decent sized chuck of the east and west sides. Along the north side, a horseshoe like shape of steal buildings followed in a semi circle, each building barely standing five feet from its neighbor. The buildings became taller as the semi circle reached its midpoint, the control tower with its swirling radar dish being the tallest. It wasn't the prettiest sight to behold but for the saiyans, it was the culmination of many sacrifices that had been and had yet to be made.
For what seemed like forever, the warriors waited. Many started to become restless but were put in line by a glare from Broly or Nappa. Suddenly, the moment they had been waiting for arrived. One of the steal warehouses began to open, its door retracting towards its roof and rolling on top of it. Once the door finished a tall structure of steal and metal crossbars came rolling out on huge wheels. Amongst the steal bars, a space shuttle resided, its smooth outer walls accompanied by two wings and a tailfin. The symbol of the Earth was painted on both sides of the ship, surrounded by the white paintjob.
Without hesitation, the saiyans began spreading out, slowly surrounding the base. With their plan explained in much detail, each saiyan had to hold up their side of the plan or it would fall apart.
It took some time before they were completely set up. Fortunately, the humans had been stuck in their usual routine of fueling and storing cargo on to the ship to notice anything out of the ordinary. As the ship's preparations were complete, the saiyans attacked.
Rushing into the compound, the saiyans attacked anything and everything. People, trucks, crates, anything that got in their way was laid to waste. And just as predicted, the resistance came out full force to stop them.
The first point of resistance came against Nappa's squad as they attacked form the northeast side of the base, heading straight for the control tower.
After the first row of buildings were attacked, blitz rifles were fired at the attackers, a few of the saiyan warrior falling to the barrage. Slowly, they pushed back the saiyans back to the perimeter until Nappa got fed up with the whole thing and called for a counterattack.
As the humans began to regain their confidence, ki blasts were fired back at them, pinning them down so they couldn't fire a shot without being killed. When he was sure that the soldiers were pinned down, Nappa left his hiding spot and stood in the middle of the street. Slowly, he gathered his ki towards his mouth and then fired a large ki blast, roaring as it tore through the human ranks and exploded with it hit a building, incinerating in on contact. Without hesitation the warriors pressed on back into the base.
Towards the southern end of the base, the single figure of Broly stood erect as he watched the crossfire of blitz rifles flying towards him. How these men became soldiers with such poor aim was a mystery to the saiyan, but he was generous enough to show them the correct way to shoot at an enemy. Raising his arm in front of him, Broly began to gather his ki as a small green orb appeared in his hand. Once the orb stabilized, Broly increased its size till it was about as big as his torso. Balling his other hand into a fist and raising it into a position of striking something, Broly yelled out his attack's name.
"Eraser Cannon!" he yelled as he punched the ball of energy, which in turn raced towards the humans, eliminating them as the blast burst into flames. There, that was the way to kill someone.
On a southwesterly direction, Gohan and Piccolo were proceeding closer and closer to the shuttle. Clearly, they had a huge gap between them and their fellow saiyans but they could've cared less. They had a ship to steal and they weren't going to let it get away. Blasting away like no tomorrow, they charged towards the shuttle full speed ahead.
It was then that something went horrible wrong. The humans had managed to muster some resistance and fired back at the two warriors, pinning them down and halting their progress. As they put all of their attention to the blitz beams sizzling over their heads, a blitz grenade managed to roll itself over to the warriors. The sudden explosion caught them both off guard flinging them into the air. Fortunately for Gohan, the blast only threw him to the side, keeping him low to the ground. Piccolo wasn't as fortunate as he was thrown high into the air and was promptly bombarded with the blitz beams. The lump that was his body fell to the ground, motionless as it landed, horror on Gohan's face as he saw his comrade just plop onto the ground.
Soon, anger replaced horror as Gohan managed to stand up and began firing a barrage of ki blasts at the human resistance. It wasn't long until the other saiyans managed to catch up with Gohan and began to fire more ki blasts. Turning, Gohan hurried over to his friends ruined body to see what kind of damage Piccolo had suffered.
It was worse then he had feared. Piccolo's entire left side had been blown off, along with the upper right side of his head. His right arm was amputated from the elbow and he had managed to retain one of his legs. But the blood, his purple blood, poured out of him like a river. Then Piccolo coughed, speckles of blood fleeing from his mouth. The Namekian knew he was in bad shape, that he was dying on that hard, cold concrete. Although he could regenerate, he didn't have the time or energy to pull it off as he felt himself sinking further and further into unconsciousness. He had no time left and he couldn't allow himself to die without making the Earthlings pay for their transgressions. He was the last Namekian after all and there would be no one else to avenge his people properly. As he opened his remaining eye, he saw Gohan looking down on him with horror and grief. His injuries must've looked worse then he thought, but that didn't matter. He had only one option left and he had to get it done fast.
"Ki-id," he sputtered out, blood dribbling down his chin. "I-I don't have mu-uch time. W-we have to hur-rr-ry."
A questioning look over came the saiyan. What was he talking about? There was no way Piccolo could do anything in his condition. "What are you talking about?"
A hoarse cough was all he got as an answer before "Kneel down, n-now. Hurry." Doing as he was told, Gohan knelt beside his dying friend. "Now, p-place your ha-and o-on my shoulder. Quickly now," the Namek said through heavy pants. Obeying his last requests, Gohan did as told. However, the smile he got from Piccolo was the last thing he had expected from the man. "J-just hold still n-now."
The smile dropped from his face as a contorted look of concentration replaced it. A light blue glow began to appear around his body and grew in intensity the more time passed. Gohan tried to back off but found that he couldn't, as if he was chained down to the glow. What the hell was going on?
Then the glow encompassed him suddenly. An intensely strange feeling roared through his body and mind, destroying and rebuilding his body in an instant. Gohan had no idea as to how long the aura covered him. It could've been a few seconds or it could've been hours. There was just no telling. Then, as quickly as it had begun, the aura disappeared along with Piccolo's half living remains. All that stood as evidence of the Namekian's last burial place was a large scorch mark and smoke rising from it.
Gohan panted heavily. He had no idea what had just happened. There was something different about him, that much he knew. Was it physical? No. Was it mental then? Yes, it had to be. He could feel something he hadn't felt there before, like a new awareness of sorts.
Then, without warning, Gohan felt a surge of power course its way through his body. In response to it, his body expanded, his muscle bulging abnormally. A mix of joy and pain ricocheted throughout him until it finally died down, his body returning to normal. Gohan stared down at his hands in disbelief, not because he felt something different about but because it felt like the right thing to do. He continued staring until he heard screams from in front of him. Looking up, his mind returned to the battlefield as saiyan and human adversaries waged war on each other. And from the look of things, the humans were getting ready to throw out more blitz grenades. Well, not if Gohan had anything to say about it.
Positioning himself into a stable stance, Gohan lifted his hands up until they crossed each other, both hovering in front of his forehead. Gathering his ki, Gohan quickly thrust his arms out, his hands remaining crossed, and fired the attack. "Masenko Ha!"
A large blast roared passed the saiyan warriors and ripped into the human fighters. Their screams had been almost muted from the explosion but were heard as clear as a bell by Gohan. Whatever it was that Piccolo did, it sure had a lot of benefits.
And it was back to business for the saiyans as they continued to fight their way to the shuttle. It was close to an hour before the saiyans managed to get control of the ship. The humans were still fighting back strong so they had to rush the launch. Running towards the loading ramp, Gohan ran into Trunks and Goten who had just arrived. They had felt the disappearance of Piccolo's ki and feared the worst. Gohan just waved it off and told them not to worry about it, ushering them on to the ship. With one last look back, he saluted the fighting saiyans and closed the door as Broly and a few other saluted back.
When the three saiyans managed to get in their seats, Gohan activated the launch sequence, overriding all the safeguards installed in the controls. Once the countdown reach zero, the rocket boosters ignited, lifting the shuttle from the ground, into the air, and escaping the Vegeta's atmosphere.
With their mission complete, the saiyans retreated from the Hub, satisfaction and pride running throughout the survivors. Phase one had just been completed. All they had to do was keep the humans at bay until Gohan and the others completed their task.
Or die trying.
To DragonGirl: What about Gohan did you want to know? There's so much I can tell you. Thanks for your review.