Another week, another chapter! …Confession time…If any of you are reading my story for Golden Sun – Dreams, Past and Present - …well, it's not just college stuff that is the reason for the hiatus…Writer's block. I'm attempting to rehash the whole thing – reading back over it, I noticed some inconsistencies and other things that I want to change. It'll come back, don't worry! It'll be better than ever!...Hopefully more people will review. But I digress. Here's the next chapter of Redemption.

Namek

Vegeta sat in a pile of rocky rubble, spitting blood from the corner of his mouth. Kakarot…You continue to amaze me. This time though, I am not impressed in any good way. You let the killer of our species live…I shall show no such mercy. To him, or to you. A whooshing sound alerted him to the arrival of said killer. Vegeta noted with some annoyance that he could not hear correctly out of his left ear. Ignoring the signals that his brain was sending him – that he was unbalancing – he stood up, using his eyes instead of his inner ear to tell him what his position was. Frieza was in an odd posture, the prince noted. His left eye was twitching severely. His head was cocked to one side, and his lip was bleeding from a self-inflicted bite wound. His whole body was shaking violently, and his fists were clenched so tightly that more blood dripped from them. He was standing slightly slanted, almost zombielike.

"Look at you, Frieza. What's the matter, are you scared? Hahaha-huuuuuaaarkk!" This interesting noise was the product of his throat and chest meeting with both of the Arcosian's fists, blood marking the impact points. Frieza didn't let up, though he was shaking erratically with barely lidded rage. Diving after Vegeta in the crater that the Saiyan's body had made after being struck, he grabbed a bunch of hair and yanked hard, throwing him back up. Vegeta landed hard on the ground right on the lip of the hole. Frieza buzzed out a half-second later like an angry hornet. He alit directly next to the Saiyan's prone form. Vegeta heaved his front half up, gasping for breath, and was immediately flattened again by a hard kick to the kidneys. He spat out blood as another kick drove into his side, then another. Frieza finally spoke for the first time since assaulting Vegeta after Moori's death.

"He's dead. And as far as I know, he cannot be revived. So I will make sure you never see the light of day again." And with that, he continued to beat the Saiyan. Vegeta howled as a leg connected several times in rapid succession with a very sensitive area.

Dende and Escar looked on in shock. The waves of pure hate that were rolling off the Arcosian were so intense that they could almost be felt. Dende shook his head and looked up at the older Namekian. "What…What has changed so much in him? He…He's acting like Goku did when he changed into that Super Saiyan…" The child trailed off. Escar looked at the scene before them – Frieza was now holding his opponent (punching bag was a more accurate term at this point) by the hair and repeatedly kneeing him in the crotch, with said punching bag singing in musical ranges that approached the ultrasonic – and also could not understand it. Reaching out with his mind, he tried to get a read on the Arcosian's thoughts –

-pain-death-guilt-hurt-I-killed-all-how?-I-don't-deserve…-this-scum-will-die-he-killed-innocent

-and stumbled back grasping his head, screaming soundlessly. He collapsed into a sloppy cross-legged position, crying.

"Escar! Are you okay?" The words rang out to Frieza's ears, cutting through the squeakings of "Mah dick" from Vegeta. He dropped the bloody mess that he was holding and zapped over to the Namekians. Dende knelt at the side of his hunched-over friend, who was whimpering horrendously. "What is it, Dende? What is going o-OW!" Frieza spun around just in time to deflect a blast from hitting Escar, after feeling one hit his own back. "Lesson one, Frieza," Vegeta panted, voice a bit high. "Never…turn your back on a Saiyan and think he's finished. Second – Never assume…your opponent…doesn't have a backup plan." Vegeta cackled shrilly, then yelped as his crotch damage asserted itself again. "Heh…Kakarot didn't need it…so I kept it…snapped it in half. Thought it would come in handy later…only you killed me before I could use it in the first place. It all…turned out ok, though." Frieza gave a look to the Saiyan that basically said Shove it, go sit on a space cactus, you ass. Roughly speaking. Vegeta merely grinned. "Now, I will become a Super Saiyan…and I will kill you!" Frieza's jaw dropped as the Saiyan grabbed what looked like a little green pebble out of his boot and popped it in his mouth. An audible crunch echoed throughout the area, and the Saiyan keeled over as whatever he had swallowed fixed the damage to his nether regions. Vegeta sat and smiled. "I suppose it's time I educate you on Saiyan physiology. We get stronger every time we come back from the brink of death…and apparently when we come back from death as well." Frieza tat-tat-tatted over to him. "It doesn't matter, you swine. You'll join your father again in oblivion for what you've done!" Vegeta's hair flashed gold. He smirked. "I know you saw that, Frieza. I'm on the verge of transforming." Frieza glared at him.

Escar finally sat up again, though he was still shaking violently. "Escar! Are you ok? What happened?" Dende pelted the older Namekian with inquiries about his health. Escar waved him off. "I…I have never felt such a tortured mind. And I can tell that I was just scratching the surface." He looked up at the two warriors across the field. "He…He truly is remorseful…But he's broken inside." Escar stood up shakily. "In fact…I'm surprised he's not suicidal…But maybe…maybe he can truly redeem himself. Maybe he can become a savior in a universe filled with demons."

Far off, in Otherworld, a giant, heavily muscled ogre sitting at a mahogany desk yelped as a huge stack of papers appeared on the right side of his desk. Then another. Then a third. He studied the papers closely. They were all labeled with the same name at the top, in a heavy shade of grey. "What the…I thought this would end with Frieza…who's this?" The name was an odd one, to say the least. "V-I-B-U-L-E-U…Vih-boo-lee-oo…Vibuleu? Hmmm…well, that's a sentence to Hell." Maybe someone screwed up spelling it, thought the ogre. He began stamping the stack of papers. Might as well get started. Ain't gonna get any smaller. Thirty minutes into the stamping process, though, the odd name disappeared, leaving no name at all on the papers (in the "killed by" section). "What? Even if the killer dies…their name doesn't disappear! What in the name of…"

"HAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Frieza's muscles suddenly bulged outwards as he pushed a huge shock of power through them. He continued to yell as he powered up. Vegeta's calm demeanor blew away just as fast as he did, blasted off by the waves of power coming off of the former tyrant. He smacked through a plateau, then another, and his eyes bugged open as big as dinner plates as he was struck yet again in the nether regions, this time by a rocky spire. "Mah…Dick…" he wheezed. He summoned what power he could and steadied himself. "Dammit…and right after I took that damn Senzu. Gave me a decent zenkai, though." Vegeta grinned evilly as his hair flashed again. He tried to grab hold of the power, but it kept slipping away. "Ugh…It doesn't matter. I should be close enough anyway…And I can try that technique of Kakarot's if I have to…I'm a far sight stronger than he was now, so…" He was forced to cut his monologue as Frieza blasted into his field of view, leading with a punch aimed for the… "Oh, God, Frieza, that is just gay." Vegeta blocked it, surprising Frieza, and countered with a snap kick to the kidneys. Frieza let it bounce off; there wasn't much force behind it. He retaliated by swinging his tail out, catching the Saiyan by the neck, and pulled him in.

CRUNCH.

"AAAUGH! What is it with you Saiyans and biting people?!" Frieza retrieved his twice-bitten tail and wiped it off. Vegeta, for his part, was spitting rapidly, muttering something about bad taste. "Hah, so Kakarot bit you as well? So maybe there is hope for him after all. It's a Saiyan instinct – we eat a lot. As I am sure you know; I went through enough food myself as it was, and Nappa ate his own weight in food, the clown. Raditz was the same way." Vegeta cackled like an old crone. Frieza landed. "Yes, you don't need to remind me. I received the food bills for you three; it was no laughing matter. You three ate more in one sitting than the entire rest of the ship did in a week." He looked peeved. "But that's beside the point. I will kill you. Plain and simple. Moori did not deserve to die. And by killing him, you ensured that my race will never come back." Vegeta deadpanned. "You…You are fighting me…because I killed that Namekian? Come on…Don't tell me the mighty Frieza has gone soft! Oh, this is rich." Frieza growled, then leapt after the flame-haired Saiyan, one arm outstretched in a fist. Vegeta leaned to the side, evading the punch, then grabbed for Frieza's tail as he flew by, but missed. A ball of ki smacked into Vegeta's back, hurling him forward. He landed on his feet, and whirled around to smack another one away into the distance. A mighty BOOM echoed across the planet. Vegeta snapped a fist out to catch a shocked Frieza in the gut as he ran by to attack again. Frieza was launched bodily like a ball from a cannon through a plateau, and skimmed another one, making both collapse.

"Hey, Escar?"

"Yes, Dende?"

"Ummm….we're kinda running out of plateaus."

"I know, Dende."

Vegeta was there waiting for Frieza as the Arcosian managed to halt his headlong flight. "Ready to admit defeat in the face of a superior being, Frieza?" Frieza merely glared again, then yelled as he began to power up. Vegeta snarled. "Oh no you don't –Wha?" Vegeta stopped short as a sparkling shield encased him. "Ugh…not this again." He began to punch at the walls of the Imprisonment Ball, but to no avail. "I'll have you know, Vegeta, that I was only using half my full power till now. Now you will face my true might! And you will pay!" Frieza shouted as he powered up. His muscles bulged out obscenely, and waves of force blasted off of him. The sky darkened slightly as the planet rebelled against the power being released upon it. Vegeta ceased his contortions inside the ball, and began to charge an energy attack, grunting slightly as he powered it up. "98..99..100!" Frieza finished powering up, just in time to watch Vegeta release a purple energy beam inside the ball. It immediately rebounded back at him, and he barely dodged it. Reflecting back and forth, it chased after the trapped Saiyan. Eventually, though, the concentrated energy beam, having weakened the walls of the ball, punched through, causing it to explode violently.

When the smoke cleared, Vegeta was panting slightly, his trademark hair actually slightly askew. His armor was burned, but overall the prince was mostly uninjured. His eyes, though, were a bit unsure. Great…he's at his maximum, and I was using everything I had to fight him before he powered up…This had better work, or I am finished. Vegeta stood up and descended to the ground. Frieza followed suit, tail lashing in anticipation. Vegeta's hair flashed gold again, and he grunted as he tried to grab ahold of the power once more, but it didn't stay. He growled in annoyance and steeled himself. "Frieza! I'm fairly certain that I was your match at fifty percent. And I know that you are familiar with Kakarot's techniques. So I'm pretty sure that you'll recognize this one!" Vegeta grunted as he began to power up, his aura flashing red, gold, and blue. "Hrrrrrrghhhhhh…!"

Far off, in Otherworld, an old, portly blue deity was busy waking care of business in the restroom when his antennae registered something. "Ah, Goku's using my technique again! I guess I'll see who he's fighting now….WHAAAAAAAAA?!" The toilet seat cracked and King Kai fell inwards into the bowl."That's Vegeta, not Goku! What is he doing!? He doesn't know how to use that technique! What is he thinking? It'll rip him apart from the inside out if he loses control! Hang on…Who am I rooting for?!" King Kai struggled a bit as he attempted to wiggle his way out of the toilet, but to no avail. "Augh, not again. Haaa….KAIO-KEN!" A red aura erupted out from him, and he yanked himself out of the bowl. "So now what do I do?!"

"Hrgh….eeeaaaugggGGAAAAAAHHHHH! KAIO-KEN!" Vegeta screamed, trying his best to imitate the strength-enhancing technique that Kakarot had used so many times to best him. He doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach, as the power built. His aura turned beet-red, then an orangey color as Vegeta's hair turned gold, then orange as well. Then his aura disappeared, and the Saiyan prince fell headlong to the ground, his strength spent and his organs and body ruined. His hair, however, was still orange, something that did not go unnoticed by a certain blue deity.

Frieza landed by Vegeta's prone body, kicking him onto his back. The scouter on Frieza's face (somehow it was still functioning) beeped, alerting him to the fact that Vegeta's power level was now dropping rapidly. "900,000…100,000…50,000…10,000…9,500. How pathetic." The scouter beeped again as another scouter connected to it. "Vegeta? Vegeeeeta?"

Vegeta groaned. "God…dammit…Nappa."

So I like inserting TFS references. Shoot me. Actually, I get most of my knowledge of DBZ from the DBZ wiki. I've probably read every page on there. All 5,683 of them. Nah, just joking, I haven't read all of them. But I've read every character's page, so that gives me a pretty good idea of what is what and who is who.

But I still like inserting TFS references.

Oh, and don't forget the poll, people! And from now on, updates should be either on Thursdays or Fridays. If they aren't, I wasn't able to get it written up in time. And points to whoever figures out what villain might be coming sooner than expected. Key words: might be. PM me with your reasoning! (you can put names up on the review section if you want) See ya later!