So sorry for the extremely long wait, the most serious Writer's Block is hitting me right now, and I just haven't been wanting to write. I actually had a draft for this chapter, but it got erased, so yeah this is my second try. Hopefully it works- LLL

"How did all this happen?!" Piccolo wondered, as the Androids bared down on him. "Trunks!" Piccolo warned as a power level spike arose. Piccolo turned to see Trunk's hair flying upwards, skin rippling in the yellow inferno as his muscles hardened and his face set. "Androids!" he howled, energy reaching his maximum potential with a flash that engulfed his whole body, and then Trunks could no longer seem like a human with a field, he was most definitely something else. Vegeta gazed at his son, and Piccolo saw a hint, just a hint, of pride. Not from Trunk's power, but from the fire in the boy's eyes, the fire that made him dead-set in taking on the Androids. A fire that had previously been replaced with fear of death, of being outnumbered.

Vegeta laid a hand on his son's shoulder, causing the teen to look up at him in shock, the grip of Vegeta's hand was warm, reassuring, not cold. "We'll take them together. I will not fall again!" And just like that, Vegeta was suddenly a Super-Saiyan. The two looked at Piccolo. "Go." They said in unison, and then they were off, ready for Round Two with 17 and 18. Piccolo didn't wait around this time, he had to get back to the house. Quickly taking out his PAC, Piccolo saw it torn into almost two, sparks flying out of it. Damn! Without another word, he took off, the sounds of Trunks and Vegeta fading behind him.

How did all this happen?!" Piccolo wondered again as the world meshed far below him. He was in the Jet-stream, accelerating faster and faster. Preoccupied, he remembered...

*Flashback*

Piccolo's whole body hurt, he could barely feel his head, and everything felt stuffy. A haze was over the world, and it bounced slowly from side to side. "Stop doing that." Piccolo said to no one in particular, his mouth wouldn't work right. There was a flash of light, and then Piccolo saw them; Goku and Vegeta locked in a wrestle. Both were barechested, pants ripped, with blood running from all over their bodies. They were panting, but neither would give up an inch, they were deadlocked, looking into each other's eyes for the slightest hint of doubt or weakness.

"Wow Vegeta, you've worked since Namek." Goku commended, trying to jerk Vegeta upwards but failing. Vegeta's mouth broke into a smile.

"Haha yes Kakorot! Although we both transformed on Namek, you know as well as I that the Saiyan prince must be stronger than his subjects. And now, that is a reality..." Vegeta yelled and stepped forward, pushing Goku back a few feet before his advance was halted.

"What the hell?!" he yelled as Goku smiled. "Not so fast Vegeta, I've been working on a little something..."

"Oh really?"

Goku released his hands from Vegeta's causing the Saiyan Pirince fall forward. Falling back to his hands, Goku drove his feet into Vegeta's stomach, sending him airborne.

"KaioSaiyan!" Goku yelled, and a red aura blazed around him before his Super Saiyan meshed with it, sending it into a scarlet blaze. The change was spontaneous, fire reeling and billowing as if a gas tanker had exploded nearby; as the Training Shuttle was scorched, and Goku's remaining clothes and blood burst into flames. Piccolo gasped, Goku actually looked like a God, and his power level was far greater, almost 20x greater, than when he was a Super Saiyan. Vegeta stopped himself, and stared before yelling, "No!" Powering back up, he flew toward Goku, who smiled. It was not a warm one, and Piccolo felt that while that was Goku, his heart had become filled with rage yet again. Goku raised a hand towards Vegeta, who continued his charge despite the inherent danger, possessed by something that had overridden logic.

"Vegeta move!" Piccolo ordered just as Goku yelled, "One-Hand Big Bang Kamehameha!" The Saiyan's whole arm shook as the energy traversed, Goku's face momentarily one of indescion and pain. Then a white beam shot out, hungrily clawing its way to its victim: Vegeta. Trying to evade Sideways, the Saiyan dodged the initial blast, until a white tendril shot out like a headless snake. Vegeta was too stunned to evade the unbelievably fast tendril, and could only watch as it wrapped around his waist and then pulled him inside the beam, which exploded the moment he was inside. The wind sent Piccolo into the stone and metal confines of their destroyed arena, causing him to hiss as shrapnel sliced at his skin. But he did not black out, he was determined to keep up with the Sayians. Yamcha, Tien, Krillin, Chaotzu, all had become almost nothing in the fights that Piccolo knew were coming. Nature would not introduce two such powerful entities, and then not soon send a force to balance it out; to either challenge, or eradicate.

The thought chilled Piccolo despite the intense heat from the blaze. Smoke clouded the area, but sunlight streamed through holes in the roof. Goku lay hunched on all fours, his back to Piccolo, but the Namekian could feel the exhaustion reverberate all throughout Goku's Kai and Soul. Whatever the Kaio-Saiyan did, it didn't burn up just Kai; Goku seemed severely diminished in some other way. Freeing his arms and legs from the wall, Piccolo limped his way over to his friend. "How are you Goku?" Piccolo almost taunted. Goku swung his head towards him, sweat dripping off his face while he could barely keep his eyes open. Piccolo looped his arm under Goku's right and then supported his weight. It was more than Piccolo was expecting, but he didn't say anything. From under a pile of rocks came a muffled scream, and then the rocks were blown to oblivion as Vegeta excavated himself. The Prince's skin was covered in battle wounds that would have earned him glory on planet Vegeta. Blood ran from the left corner of his mouth, both his noses, a cut over his left eye, and an innumerable count of scrapes and broken bruises all over his body. His pants, nor his shirt survived the training, leaving Vegeta in his underwear, which were also stained with blood and sweat. He was hunched over slightly, also exhausted from the bout, but not nearly as deeply as Goku. However, Vegeta was more physically drained, having pushed his body in Super Saiyan to its breaking point several times during the transformation.

"Ah Kakorot, that was the battle of the ages!" Vegeta yelled, flinging his arms to the sky, his voice shaking with happiness as he had finally gotten the fight he had dreamed, even if he hadn't won; it was a very close tie, with Goku unable to continue should Vegeta have pushed his body yet again, alas he was barely able to stand. All Goku gave was a thumbs-up. Piccolo surveyed the damage around him: many parts of the ceiling had fallen or sublimed, giving way to the bright blue sky and its hungry ball of light, Piles of rubble from obstacles placed in the room lay dismantled, smoking while the walls lay cracked, holed, or severely burned and blackened. It was irreparable.

"Do you two have it in you for one last bang?"Piccolo asked. Goku stood independently, and eyed Piccolo curiously. "What are you getting at Piccolo?"

"Well, there is no way Bulma is going to repair this peace of junk now that we have totally trashed it, and it will only take up space on the property. As a result, I say we should give it a proper...'burial' if you will."

Vegeta chuckled. "So the Namek becomes a true warrior. Well, I rather like the idea. What about you clown? Or did our little spar take too much out of you?"

Goku was still out of breath, but he managed to say, "Yeah right. Let's do this." With visible effort, Goku tried to go Super Saiyan. His veins enlarged to almost three times their normal size, as well as his body. However, the aura that exploded outwards was only a Kaioken. Goku still almost fell to the floor, but he caught himself. Vegeta powered up to a lesser Super Saiyan, with his aura barely existent, and his hair a very faded yellow, and his skin was not glowing or radiant as well. Piccolo reached within his spirit, finding a primal energy, and letting it expand until it pushed itself out. The glow was a faint purple, but Piccolo felt that he was gaining ground with the Saiyins too, and if an impending doom were to strike, he could be counteed on to truly protect the ones he had come to love, and respect.

The three men looked to the sky, and then to each other. "Well on three I guess." Piccolo offered to the silence.

1...2..all three yelled, their spirit expanding until it ran into stone, and filled the air with fire and rubble.

Part 2 of Chapter 4 will be released at a later date, I just wanted to type this already. Thanks again, and please review, whether for spelling mistakes, ideas, whatev!-LLL