Dende kept a vigilant lookout on Kami tower, maintaining watch over his young Saiyan friend. By now the others had recollected themselves enough to be flying under their own power, all save Vegeta who headed away f by himself towards his home at Capsule Corporation. Vegeta had a rather constipated look on his face. No doubt having to be saved by his arch-rival's son yet again grated on the prince's nerve.
He sighed in relief. Earth had dodged yet another curve ball, and cheerfully began turning his focus towards his other duties, before his senses attuned him to something else. Behind Earth's group of defenders trailed a pair of dark figures several miles away. Where Dende's kai detection had almost failed him, his near omnipotence granted to him as the Earth's Guardian did not. If not for that, he most suredly would've lost them to the constant but faint hum from the kais of all the other living creatures on Earth. Two more dark obscured figures appeared at the edges of his peripheral senses and began trailing Vegeta also at a discrete distance away.
Dende concentrated further and could only pick up kai levels corresponding to that of an average human's, confirming the unclear mental image he managed to obtain of them. Or rather not significantly greater than a human's, for they were stronger than the average one, but not on a high enough level suggesting they could attain flight. Perhaps they were suppressing their power? Even if they could, there weren't many people with kai-mastery strong enough to accomplish such a feat on this planet, and if there were more, he was certain he would've noticed. His senses broadened and tried to pinpoint how they were able to so discretely generate enough kai to both track his friends and fly fast enough to keep up.
I guess it doesn't matter at this point, they're almost at the tower and they won't be able to get in without my permission. Still what to do about the ones trailing Vegeta? He seems to not have noticed them yet, Dende pensively thought. He opened up a mental link to Piccolo.
Piccolo, congratulations on another victory. I'm glad you all made it out safely.
Thanks, came the deep reply from the second Namekian on Earth. But I'm pretty sure all thanks should be going to Gohan.
I will, but listen, there is a pair of figures trailing you and your group heading towards the tower. A second pair is also following Vegeta. I can't sense any kai coming from them that is significantly higher than a normal human's, yet they seem able to easily keep pace with you. Judging from your lack of reactions to them, I don't think you guys have sensed them yet either and neither has Vegeta. What do you think we should do?
Piccolo furrowed his eyebrows and broadened the boundaries of his own senses in search of these mysterious humans. Sure enough, he located a pair of faint fast moving faint some distance away yet keeping pace with his group. Their power were a smidgen higher than a normal human's; but a normal human's kai level shouldn't be strong enough to propel them through the air fast enough to keep up with them. This was peculiar.
They shouldn't be able to pierce the wards around Kami's Tower so we shouldn't have to worry about the two that are following us. However, I think you should keep an eye out on the ones following Vegeta. We don't know who they are, and knowing Vegeta's temperament and natural distrust, things could get dicey if he stumbles upon them himself. Still, since we know nothing about them, we'll let them make the first move. Unless they know a lot more, then they'll probably wonder at how we're about to mysteriously disappear and will spend some time here searching for us. That ought to give us a chance to observe them at a safe but close distance, Piccolo transmitted to Dende.
Alright will do, I'll be seeing you guys shortly. I'm going to inform Gohan of what we just discussed.
Piccolo then sent a mental message to Vegeta. Vegeta, can you hear me?
Cursed Namekian, what do you want now?
Ignoring the acidity, Piccolo began informing him of what was occuring. Several miles to the west of you are a pair of humans following you. You probably haven't immediately noticed them since their kai-levels are the same as the rest of the humans.
Humans? What do they want? And to himself privately, how are they following me?
I don't know how they're tracking us. Just keep an eye out and don't do anything rash. We don't know who these people are and what they're capable of.
There was no response to that last warning, although Piccolo could've sworn he heard a grunt through the mental uplink.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes in concentration, there they were. Two little flies pecking at his heels, although at a respectable distance. Good, insects though they may be, they don't seem to be readily under-estimating him. Nevertheless, their energy levels were just as weak as their pathetic brethren. The prince grinned. Let's see just how fast they are.
"Fuck, spandex guy is speeding off," swore Agent Jenkins into his headset. "You think he caught wind of us?"
"I don't know," replied his partner Agent Harris. "HQ, target is changing direction and accelerating on a heading east towards the Montell District. Are our orders still the same?"
"That's an affirmative, rules of engagement still apply."
"Copy that HQ," one of Earth's newest super-soldiers turned and glanced towards his partner. "Well Jenkins, looks like this guy wants to race. You feeling up for it? I mean, you are the newest recruit and have never flown at such high speeds for it. Wouldn't want you shorting out your energy generators so early just trying to keep up with me."
"And let you have all the fun? I don't think so. Besides, I bet I'm faster than your own rusty ass anyways. Still, why the hell is he heading to that district? Nothing but mountains and desert there."
"I don't know, maybe it's because he's realized he's being followed and is planning on disposing of us in a discrete location. Not scared are you?"
"Aren't you a cup half full kind of guy? Besides, I'm more afraid of you boring me to death with your incessant babbling. Come on let's hurry up, he's getting away."
Vegeta growled underneath his breath. They were still hot on his heels, and he was still exhausted from his earlier fight with Bojack. He didn't have much energy left, at least not in his base state. However, the Prince of All Saiyans was not going to transform into a Super Saiyan just to scrounge up the energy to deal with some measly bugs. They want me? Well they can have me.
Vegeta scanned the landscape below looking for an ideal spot should things get violent, not that he was worried of course. There, perfect place to squash some meddling insects.
"HQ, Jenkins here. Target is slowing down. Wait no, he's landed on a plateau in sector 96, 520. Requesting permission to approach, over."
"Permission granted, just remember to be cautious. No need to start a fight. Good luck, over and out."
Vegeta scanned the skies looking for the two humans who dared to follow him. There they were! He narrowed his eyes, his senses already heightening as he fed his kai through his body in anticipation of what was going to happen. They were adorned in what looked like black garments, somewhat similar looking to saiyan battle armor. Puzzlement appeared on Vegeta's face. How do the humans have battle armor?
The two figures landed across from him, around 100 meters away. They were both well built, and a meter or so taller than Vegeta himself. What really intrigued him, however, were the two small inter-looping C's painted on the shoulder of the two's armor.
"Ahoy there," one of them shouted. "Nice weather out here, don't you think?"
He merely growled in annoyance at the two. "What do you humans want?"
They look at each other in puzzlement and began whispering.
"Humans? What the hell is this guy talking about?" Harris muttered quietly.
"Hold on, get a look at his face. Doesn't he look like one of the two alien invaders a few years back that mysteriously vanished? The shorter one I mean."
"Yeah I think so…"
"What are you two muttering about over there?" interrupted Vegeta. "Is it some final prayers, now that you've realized the folly of following me?"
"What, wait no? We just want to talk, that's all. We have orders from the Earth Government to bring you in for some questioning. We mean no harm, really!" the other of the two yelled, bringing both hands up.
Harris had brought both of his hands to show they were empty and that he had no weapons and only peaceful intentions. Or at least I hope the… alien, I think that's what he is, interprets it that way. Well, no weapons except for the energy generators installed in my body, but he doesn't know that. Let's hope they and their emissions really are untraceable as the scientists say they are.
The nerve of these humans. Vegeta thought quietly. "Bring me in? And just how do you intend to do that? I must say, I am suitably impressed that you managed to stay with me. I don't know how you managed to do it, but don't let it get to your head," Vegeta crossed his arms. "You are but insects to me, I could squash you two in a second should it please me to. However, I'm in a charitable mood, so I'll give you this one opportunity to leave."
"I'm sorry, but we can't do that," one of them calmly replied. "We've spent a lot of time looking for you and your friends. We don't mean to impose, but our boss wants to speak with you and your friends. We just want to talk, that's all. So please, if you could just come this way." He gestured in a direction northeast.
Vegeta cocked his head at the man who had the impudence to turn down the offer. I suppose if these humans want to play, then I'd be more than happy to oblige. Truth be told, he was on edge. After being surpassed by Kakarot, repeatedly defeated by Cell and now Bojack, Vegeta was angry. The only times he had to release his frustration were the occasional times he deigned to spar the more powerful of the two Namekians on Earth, but those occasions were far and between.
What really irked him was that even after two years of continuous and intense training, interrupted only by the increasing time he spent with his… sons, the older one returning on occasion to visit, and sometimes the boys' mother as well, there still existed a humongous chasm between his and Gohan's power. He hadn't even sensed the brat training at all during this period, remaining sedentary and probably getting soft. His blood began boiling at the thought. Then his vision returned back to the scene in front of him.
This seemed like a good opportunity to vent some steam.
In a flash, Vegeta propelled himself forward and above the two humans. He didn't make a further move, just hovering overhead, arrogantly smirking at the two waiting for a reaction.
Oh man, this guy's fast. Harris' mind raced. Still, he hasn't attacked. That's got to be a good sign, maybe he's changed his mind. "So does this mean you're coming with us?" he asked innocently.
Vegeta growled, "Coming with you?" He landed on the ground, his gaze still intent on them. "I'll tell you what, if you can land a single punch on my body, then I'll come and answer all of your questions. Agreed?"
The two humans glanced at each other in confusion for a second before beginning to mutter into what looked like headsets. I suppose they're wearing mics. Vegeta wondered. They did say they represented the human government and are wearing what looks to be armor, so they're probably soldiers and should have some sort of communication device on their persons.
The two interrupted his reverie with wide eager grins.
"We accept your challenge."