Disclaimer: King Golden in no way claims ownership of Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, or Dragon Ball GT, or the characters that are featured in those series. I do however own all characters not seen or mentioned in the series, namely Potoschy and the Hyuraiku-jin race.

Yup yup, DBAF again man... Like how this one is turning out too lol, and its pretty well liked, another plus. But enough about that, that isn't what you came for is it? OR IS IT?

Senzai: Nah, most definitely not.

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Onward!

A War On Two Fronts

A golden orb glistened magnificently against a light blue, cloudless sky, playing beacon to all wayward souls in range of its light. Far beneath the sky lie the ruins of several metropolises, littered with stone, glass, metal and even human debris. The sun glinted off of the broken glass, reflecting out onto a massive army of navy blue, beetle like machines, led by a larger, rust colored beetle with a robed figure atop it.

The robed figure drew his hood back, revealing himself to be Potoschy, and watched as his army continued to lay waste to the cities and the surrounding suburbia, employing laser weaponry and claw like devices to shatter and rupture buildings, cars and the like.

The procession of destruction continued until Potoschy's beetle came across a small child no older than five, the boy standing up to the machinated monster with chin up and a fierce look of determination.

Potoschy held up his hand and the entire army ceased moving altogether, awaiting the command of their leader. His face unemotional, he pointed at the child with his index finger. In response to this command, the reddish orange machine he stood upon leaned backward slightly, allowing for its 'head' to protrude and split open, revealing an enormous laser cannon. Speckles of red light began to accumulate within the barrel of the weapon, forming a grandiose sphere of energy.

"Johnny," cried a feminine voice, the sound growing louder as the source drew nearer.

Potoschy turned his head slightly, his eyes falling upon a woman garbed in tattered clothes, cuts, and bruises. She had her sights set on the child, running toward him with arms outstretched.

"Come here Johnny! Come to mommy!" Hollered the woman, begging for her child to return to her.

Potoschy's face bore no emotion as he clenched his fist, uttering the soulless command, "Fire."

The beetle arched back a little then lurched forward, launching an enormous wave of maroon light at the two. The mother reached the child and wrapped her arms around him, pulling the boy tightly into an embrace as she stared up at her impending death.

Suddenly, just as the laser neared its targets, a blur struck it and knocked it off course.

Potoschy followed the blast's new direction with his eyes for a moment or so, before returning his gaze to the family. His eyes found two new figures now in front of the child and his mother.

Side by side stood a man boasting a thick but grayed out mane and a blond woman, the woman much taller than the man. Contrasting Potoschy's ominous, black robe, the man wore a hopeful bright orange, sleeveless top with matching pants, a navy blue short-sleeve shirt underneath the orange and matching blue boots. The woman however, stood garbed in a black shirt, blue jeans, orange socks and black shoes.

The man's onxy black eyes blazed with a fierce determination, grayed brows knitted in anger above them. His back to the mother and son, the newcomer shouted, "Get out of here! We'll take care of this."

Silent for a moment with shock, the mother quickly regained her wits and scooped up her child, running off. "Thank you!" Called back the mother as she took off, thanking the man once more before her form grew very distant from the scene.

"You disgust me," said the man, his face set in an angry glare, "Attacking innocent people all because you can't get your way." Clenching his fists, he spread his feet a little and readied his fists, entering a more menacing stance. "And we won't stand by and let you do that."

"No way," chimed in the woman, "You're going to pay for the crimes you've committed here."

"I don't know how you were capable of redirecting such a powerful beam," responded Potoschy, ignoring their threats, "But it doesn't matter, honestly. You will soon die… along with the rest of this world."

Just as the short man began to respond, two more figures touched down, both men taller than the first. One of these men was bald, his forehead an attention grabber with the third eye resting at the center of it, his form clothed in blue, monk like robes. The raven-haired man beside the three-eyed one had a scar running down his cheek, his garb exactly the same as the short man's clothes.

"Yamcha?" Asked the shorter man, looking to his old friends, "Tien?"

"Hey Krillin," Tien replied, "Long time no see. Bad place for a reunion though."

Yamcha glanced at Krillin and grinned. "Still keeping the fro I see."

Krillin blushed a little. "Well... 18 likes it so-"

"Can we please focus on the matter at hand?" Interrupted 18, not wanting her affection for Krillin spoken of so openly. "There's a reason we're all out here," she continued, gesturing toward Potoschy with her hand.

"Jeez, okay, okay," Yamcha said apologetically.

Tien nodded, looking to the navy-blue skinned man atop the beetle who stared stoically at them all. "Any idea of what we're up against here?"

"None," responded Krillin, "Man... what I wouldn't give to have Goku back right about now."

"I second that notion," added Yamcha.

"Well he isn't," snapped Tien, slapping the two in the face with reality, "And we've got a job to do."

"Yeah," agreed 18, "Let's put this guy out of commission."

"You fools won't be needed," came a voice from behind them. The four members of the Z Senshi turned around and beheld two more newcomers. The tallest man, a lavender haired figure, stood garbed in blue spandex, his torso also boasting white armor, his feet within white boots. Beside him stood the shorter of this new duo, this man's most defining feature was a widow's peak ending in a a hairstyle resembling a stilled black flame, the rest of his body clothed similarly to the taller man although he wore black spandex, not blue.

"Wow, Trunks... Vegeta!" Krillin clenched his fists, looking back to their opponent. "Our chances are really starting to look up."

"I'm surprised you got here before me, baldy," responded Vegeta, "I'd have gotten here faster, if that blasted woman hadn't hidden my armor."

Same old Vegeta... Mused Krillin. "Shall we?"

Not waiting for a consensus, Vegeta leaped forward and rocketed toward Potoschy, cocking his fist back. Potoschy stared his attacker down, unflinching even in the face of danger.

Once in reach, Vegeta dissipated from sight. Potoschy did not even blink in surprise and lifted his right fist, then opened it suddenly, crying out, "Gelo!" The Saiyajin Prince appeared hovering behind Potoschy, fist inches from the blue one's skull. "Pulsus!"

At this second shout, Vegeta's mysteriously suspended form flew right past Potoschy, careening into the dirt so fast and hard that the dried earth erupted and cratered, a smoke cloud slowly rising from the pit.

After a moment of silence, a golden flame burst out of the dust cloud, revealing a Super Saiyajin Vegeta staring angrily at Potoschy.

"What the hell was that?" Asked Vegeta, irately. "I felt no ki used, how did he do that!"

Tien's eyes widened in fear as he took half a step backward. "That... That's telekinesis!"

"What?" Barked Vegeta, turning his head to face the bald man, "Explain yourself!"

"My old master, General Tao, was a novice with it, but grew impatient and gave up on it," explained Tien, "Its an energy not of the heart and soul, like our ki... It is an energy of the mind. A passionless, unfeeling ki with all the character traits of a cold, reasoning mind..."

"A ki of the mind?" Repeated Vegeta in question form. "Nonsense! The mind cannot generate ki fool, only the heart and spirit!"

"You'd be surprised what the mind is capable of," answered Potoschy, his voice monotone, "It is a greater weapon than that of your hearts and spirits... I am not nor will ever be hindered by foolishnesses such as compassion, desire, greed, lust or hunger for greatness... Nor the greatest of all nonsensical garbage... love."

Vegeta turned his focus on Potoschy. "So, you can talk. I wasn't sure something as ugly as you could be capable of intelligence."

Missing completely the point of that statement being an insult, Potoschy responded, "My physical appearance has no bearing on my intellect, nor could it. Your logic is faulty."

"Smart, but no kind of common sense to see he was just insulted," chipped in Yamcha, "Typical nerd."

Krillin laughed. "Yeah, I guess that's the way it goes."

"Quiet you imbeciles," commanded Vegeta, "Just sit back and enjoy a master at work." Grinning, he turned to face Potoschy. "I don't know what type of game you're playing, but it won't work against me!"

Potoschy lifted his left hand and clenched it tightly into a fist. "Lumen, Levis, Luminar, Lucidus, Nitidus, Mico!" In response, the beetle army knelt down, allowing their 'heads' to open up. Once open, six men in black robes marched out, stopping just shy of the Z Senshi.

Four of them stood totally identical, but the last two, Nitidus and Lucidus, were radically different. Nitidus' form, a bulging mass of fat, betrayed the notion of strength, his immense flab rippling disgustingly beneath his robe as he waddled out of the beetle. After Nitidus emerged, Mico, a much taller figure walked out, his skin a tanned brown, in stark comparison to the others who mirrored Potoschy's complexion.

"The strongest fist of a ruler is always his people," explained Potoschy, "And you will all die at my hand."

"We'll see about that," quipped Vegeta, launching himself at Potoschy.

"Gelo!" Came a voice from below. Vegeta again hung in the air, frozen by the telekinetic command. "Pulsus!" His body again found itself hurtling through the air, preparing for a second landing in the dirt.

Not willing to fall twice, Vegeta burst out of the suspended animation, blue bolts of electricity running through his aura as he pushed himself to a heightened state of Super Saiyajin, the second level, and without hesitation flung himself at Potoschy.

"Vegeta stop!' Called out Tien. "We can't beat him head on, we'll have to outsmart him!"

Vegeta paused in mid-flight, his aura bursting outward and dissipating as he stopped on a dime. That actually makes sense, said Vegeta to himself, This won't be an easy battle... My hunger to fight mustn't blind my judgment.

Vegeta cast a glance downward at the six warriors who had come from within the beetles. He cocked his hand back and swung, adding a quick war cry at the end of his throw, a tightly packed ball of ki instantaneously appearing, the sphere rocketing down toward the sextet.

Lucidus, the fourth blue man to emerge, thrust his palm up. "Gelo!"

The blast froze in mid-air just as Vegeta was, but before Lucidus could utter the second command, Vegeta grinned and quickly flung another orb of condensed energy at the group. Lucidus' eyes widened as the new orb hit the first, the two erupting as they touched.

The explosion knocked Lucidus aside onto his back in the dirt. Unnerved, Lucidus quickly rolled over and climbed to his feet, rejoining his pack before he could be singled out and attacked further.

"Clever," remarked Potoschy, "Clever indeed. But you'll need more than simple luck to defeat the fist."

Krillin turned to the Z Senshi. "Let's help Vegeta out with those guys... while we deal with them, Vegeta can go toe to toe with the leader."

"Right," agreed Tien. "I'll take the guy who first walked out."

18 nodded. "Okay, I'll take the second two."

"Alright then," said Yamcha, "Guess I get to dance with the guy Vegeta knocked down."

Krillin sighed. "Why do I always get the fat guy? Bacterian... Guldo... now this guy..."

Trunks grinned. "Guess that gives me the big guy in the back."

Krillin nodded at everyone, then said, "Good... Let's get to it!"

Vegeta, wise to his allies' plans, turned his attention back to Potoschy. "Now its just you and me." Wasting no time, Vegeta hurled himself at Potoschy roaring loudly, his adept warrior mind already devising a way around Potoschy's psychic defense.

Just as Vegeta drew close enough to hit, he stopped just shy as a blur appeared between himself and Potoschy, solidifying into the body of Mico.

"No vermin shall harm waga Shuhan," said the tall, brown man, "And those that try will be viciously exterminated."

Vegeta scowled. "Vermin?!"

"Unlike me," began Potoschy, "Mico's strength is not telekinetic." He eyed Vegeta icily. "But I can assure you... his strength is infinitely greater than yours."

Vegeta grinned. "You have yet to see the true depths of my power, I wouldn't be so quick to make such an assurance."

Potoschy shook his head. "Kill him, Mico." Mico nodded and readied his fists, raising them affront his chest, the left further forward than the right. He waved Vegeta in with his left hand.

Incensed, Vegeta growled and parted his feet a little further. His continued to growl, the noise slowly growing into a fearsome war cry as he opened his mouth, his already golden mane glowing a bit more brilliant. Veins began to pulse in his forehead as his aura swelled, his dark turquoise pupils darkening in color to jade green, not a strand of hair falling down.

The Saiyajin Prince's cry had grown into a booming roar, the noise reverberating across the globe as the planet began to shake, natural disasters gripping the globe as he continued to unsheathe his power. His hair began to sprout backward from the back of his scalp, extending outward and downward.

The Z Senshi looked up at him, their eyes widening in shock.

"Vegeta's power..." Started Yamcha.

"Its amazing..." Finished Tien.

Trunks grinned. "Its something father's been working on ever since Son Goku left and-"

Interrupting Trunks came a monstrously loud boom, the sound of Vegeta's aura exploding as he reached the pinnacle of his power. The golden fire enveloped everything and stole sight from all. After a moment of blindness, the light slowly cleared, revealing the new Vegeta.

Vegeta stood before Mico housed in a wildly flickering golden blaze, fierce bolts of blue electricity running though the blaze. His once proud mane was now a wild mess of spiked golden locks hanging from his widow's peak to his lower back. His eyebrows had disintegrated in the heat of the golden blaze, the bone beneath his brow now a pronounced ridge above his eyes.

Potoschy's eyes widened ever so slightly. "Saiyajin."

Vegeta grinned. "I am Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyajins." His grinned quickly morphed into a scowl. "And you will kneel before me."

Mico smiled. "This... will be fun."

That said, the two warriors lunged at each other, prepared to battle to the death whilst their comrades battled far below them.

--Scene Change--

"Your father?" Asked Sakana, unbelieving. "I've seen your father boy, he had no power like that."

Gohan shook his head, not paying Sakana any mind. "Dad... I can't believe it... Dad!"

A thing of incomprehensible massiveness crept in a snake-like fashion past the ship, so close to the transparent window that if not for the glass barrier, Gohan could have reached out and touched the olive green scales of the creature, a peach underbelly also visible.

As the enormous beast passed by the ship, a sole figure stood atop its back, seemingly staring up at Gohan as the monster flew down toward Earth, its eternally long body trailing behind.

Gohan's eyes widened. "Dad!"

The figure turned away from him, facing Earth as he grew distant, fading and ultimately disappearing into the atmosphere of Earth.

Sakana stared blankly. "Are you sure boy? There's no way that that was your father. On Neveah-"

"My dad is someone who always gets stronger when the people he loves need him," interrupted Gohan, who turned and looked at Sakana. "He'll set everything right, like he always does."

Sakana eyed him warily. "I'm not so sure, boy. Potoschy is stronger than you could possibly know."

"So is my dad, believe me."

"Boy would you listen to reason!" Snapped Sakana, jumping up from his seat. "This is not going to work! The only thing that can stop Potoschy is..." Sakana rested his hands on the console, looking down at the switchboard and its flashing lights as he struggled to finish. "The only thing that can defeat him... is the legendary Super Saiyajin... The one the old Saiyan legend foretold of... He who will emerge every 1000 years to restore balance to the universe."

Gohan laughed. "Sorry to dash your hopes, but my father, Vegeta, Trunks and myself are all Super Saiyajins... The legend was wrong."

"No, no," responded Sakana, "The super stages you and your friends have unlocked are but perversions of the true legendary state, there is only one Super Saiyajin. And only he can stop Potoschy from freeing Makkura... Who will assuredly destroy the universe in revenge."

"What are you talking about? Perversion... Are you saying we haven't achieved Super Saiyajin properly?"

"No fool," answered Sakana, a little annoyed. "Have you ever wondered why your father continually stumbles on stronger stages of your supposed super state?" Sakana looked out the window. "It is because the Super state that he achieved is a false super state and as he grows stronger, he will grow closer and closer to unlocking the true power."

"Maybe this time-"

"No," interrupted Sakana, "He will never achieve the true power, he is not the one. A Saiyajin of pure blood cannot achieve the true super state, only one of mixed blood... That is why Shinji's mother created Shinji from your father's genes. She was trying to recreate the legendary one... But failed. Even the blood of the Kaios was not good enough to spawn the ultimate power... But he was fairly close, his perverted super state resembled the legendary one."

Gohan shook his head. "How do you know so much about Saiyajins?"

Sakana sat back down, laughing softly. "That's easy, fledgling." He sighed deeply, then looked up at the ceiling. "I myself am a failed attempt at creating the legendary one... Brother to Makkura."

Gohan's eyes widened. "No wonder this means so much to you!" The demi-Saiyajin shook his head. "Wait... then if she's your sister... Wouldn't you want her free too?"

"I did at first... But Makkura was evil, the reason why the Eastern Kaio spurned her. Potoschy's entire race was bred from dark matter... She was inherently evil, it wasn't something she could help. The only reason I'm not evil is because my Saiyajin blood dilutes the dark matter." Sakana sighed, his voice breaking as he continued. "I wish that she could know the peace of death instead of eternally drifting in the dark realm... but if freed... her power would be absolutely infinite after all that time in darkness."

Gohan looked at the elder half-Saiyajin, hearing such pain in his voice.

Sakana closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he suppressed tears. "My baby sister... I loved her so much... I understood the Kaio so much, the reason why I agreed to watch over his children... my niece and nephew. I lost my brother because of my nephew's rashness, but my job was to protect my nephew." He looked at Gohan. "Who you almost killed."

"Almost?"

Sakana grinned and pressed a button on the console. Gohan eyed him warily as the wall behind Sakana slowly swirled, turning all the way around. The son of Goku gasped loudly as his eyes fell on a regeneration tube, a bionic Shinji staring back as he floated in the healing waters. Sakana pressed yet another button and the green fluids drained out of the tube, the glass opening as soon as the liquids had all poured out.

Shinji stepped out, his left leg, left arm and half his right arm all metal prosthetics. He smiled. "Happy to see me, Gohan?"

Gohan looked to Sakana. "I should've known this was a trap!" He turned his angry gaze to Shinji. "I'll kill you!" Roared Gohan, his aura exploding about him, quickly burning his onyx mane gold and turning his raven pupils an electric jade green.

Wasting no time, he lunged at Shinji, ready to deliver on the cry he'd just made.

Sakana's grin grew broader. Hopefully this will awake the legendary one... He though to himself as he watched both part Saiyajins. Whichever one he is.

And there it is... inching ever closer to the end of this one lol. How'd you all like it? Review... please? lol, until next time... peace.

KG

Potoschy, Leader of the Hyuraikujin race