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... Here we go again lol.

Enter The Hero: Son Goku Returns

A supremely luminous light dominated the sky, the sun, clouds and all blotted out completely in the wake of the flash's seemingly insurmountable brilliance. After a period that seemed to mirror eternity, the light began to lessen and fade, allowing for sight to return to the world.

Vegeta blinked a few times, waiting for his vision to come back fully. Although partially blinded, he displayed great awareness and spun around, cleanly blocking a punch aimed for his skull, knocking his assailant back.

Mico grinned. "You are truly amazing… But I can see that that form is wearing on you… How much longer can you sustain it?"

'Damn it…' Cursed Vegeta inwardly, inhaling in short, ragged breaths. 'If only I had brought that damned wave generator… Since I only match him at the third peak… I could surely decimate this fool at the fourth.'

Vegeta eyed his son below, having a tough time handling himself against the two telekinetic terrors he battled, Yamcha failing to take his opponent out. He cast a glance at the rest of his fallen comrades, then at the fallen blue men.

'They can be defeated,' reasoned Vegeta to himself, turning his gaze back to Mico, 'I just need to awaken the fourth state!'

'The fourth state?' Asked a voice in Vegeta's mind, his eyes widening in shock.

'Who are you?!'

'My mastery of telekinesis allows me to penetrate other minds,' explained the voice, 'Making Potoschy inescapable.'

"Destroy him now, Mico," commanded Potoschy, breaking the mental conversation, "Before he unlocks his deeper power."

"Deeper power?" Asked Mico, turning to look at Potoschy. "Master please… allow me to face this cretin at his full power."

"Illogical," replied Potoschy, "It is nonsensical to allow your opponent any advantage."

"But it would make for a greater challenge…" Argued Mico, "Please master… Allow me to face him at his peak."

Potoschy sighed. "I do not know why I tolerate your foolish whims. It will be as you wish… But should you fail me, I will kill you both."

"Understood master," replied Mico. He turned back to Vegeta. "Do it. Unlock your deepest power."

"I can't," spat Vegeta, "Not without some—"

"Hey Vegeta!" Cried a feminine, but aged voice.

The Super Saiyajin Three turned away from his opponent and looked to the ground far below, seeing a small vehicle rolling along the ruined ground, a satellite dish pointing upward from the top of it. A woman with graying blue hair drove the vehicle, waving up at Vegeta.

"Never mind what I was just saying." Vegeta grinned down at his wife. "Woman, I told you to stay back. You never listen to me do you?"

Bulma smiled. "Not a word Vegeta, not a word!"

Vegeta looked back to Mico. "Fire away woman!"

Wasting no time, Bulma flipped a switch or two a crackling beam of greenish light radiated forth, striking Vegeta in the chest, enveloping his entire body in a clingy green aura… And just as Vegeta was struck, Trunks fell to Lucidus, his skull blow clean off by a booming cry of 'Erumpo!'

Bulma looked just in time to see her son murdered, screaming out her boy's name as his corpse fell to the ground, decapitated.

Vegeta's roar exploded into a furious noise forged from the pain of loss, something that never before pervaded his heart so easily. A single tear rolled down the Saiyajin Prince's cheek as his golden aura erupted, destroying the energy barrier around him caused by the Blutz Waves.

As the light faded, Vegeta stood renewed. The hair stemming from his head remained the same length, no longer golden but now its original black with tinges of brown. Hair also now covered Vegeta's upper body, although this hair was more of a dull scarlet and furry. A thick, blood red line had forged itself around his eyes, reinforcing the malevolence that possessed him.

Vegeta's golden aura flared out as he dove down toward Lucidus, ramming his fist into the blue warrior's skull, splitting the creature into vertical halves. Green blood spurted outward from his halved organs, a thick, gooey, black substance leaking from his serrated skull, Lucidus' brain splattering onto the dirt.

Disgusted, Vegeta quickly blasted the creature's remains into nothingness. Turning his gaze back up to Mico, he saw a visage glowing with glee.

Dissipating from his previous spot, Vegeta reappeared less than a foot away from Mico, bearing a menacing scowl.

Mico grinned. "I might lose this… But even if I die, it will have been worth it to face such a fighter."

Vegeta's scowl deepened. "Spoken like a true warrior."

Before either could blink, a fist had lodged itself deep in Mico's abdomen, blood flying from the brown man's mouth as he doubled over atop the forearm in his stomach. In even less time, Mico's face sharply turned sideways, the bones in his jaw breaking under the force and impact of the blow.

Mico's body flew backward, nearly crashing into Potoschy.

"Gelo!" Cried Potoschy, Mico's body stopping just shy of the telekinetic master. "You idiot. Do you see what happens when you make illogical decisions?" He sighed. "Now, I must engage this fool alongside you."

Potoschy waved his hand and Mico fell onto the surface of the beetle beside Potoschy's feet. Potoschy gripped the symbols of his robe and pulled gently, the material coming apart easily. He dropped the robe behind him, standing dressed in a skin tight black vest, black pants and black boots.

"Do you mean to fight me, weakling?" Asked Vegeta insultingly.

Potoschy shook his head. "No… I mean to kill you." He lunged at Vegeta, closing the gap before either could even involuntarily breathe.

Vegeta's eyes widened as a fist came right across his face, saliva flying from his mouth. Righting his head, Vegeta only had time to watch yet another fist drive itself into his nose, knocking his head back. Unhesitating, Potoschy drove his booted heel into Vegeta's abdomen, knocking the pureblood backward across the sky.

Vegeta let his aura flare out and stopped his flight, staring at Potoschy with a half grin, for although he was not hurt, Vegeta had definitely received the shock of his life.

"Quite the speedy one, aren't you?"

Potoschy nodded. "I cannot learn your strength from watching, but I did learn how you use ki to manipulate the air and reduce friction to move faster… I used my telekinesis to do the same."

Vegeta's eyes widened. "You learned all that from watching me kill your lackey?"

"I am an ever learning creature," responded Potoschy, "As we speak, I am studying how your aura acts as a barrier against air friction."

Potoschy closed both eyes and screamed loudly, a clear, translucent aura taking shape about him.

The Saiyajin's mouth went agape. "Are you serious? You learned to use ki from watching me?" He shook off his amazement. "This class session is over!"

Vegeta flew toward Potoschy, his roar growing louder as he neared his opponent. Potoschy mimicked the action, his translucent aura blazing brighter as he flew forth.

Vegeta paused for but a second, thrown off by the exact duplication of his movements. This gave Potoschy just enough time to swing and land a good shot, although not quite hard enough to actually register pain for Vegeta.

Vegeta snarled and let his aura swell, pushing Potoschy backward.

"You may be able to mimic my every move," said Vegeta, "But you will never—What the!"

The Saiyajin Prince cut his rant short and dodged a transparent wave of energy, the wave the same size and shape of the one he used to destroy Potoschy's lackey.

This bastard is no joke… Muttered Vegeta to himself.

"A bastard? Perhaps, I was indeed born of an illegitimate pairing."

Vegeta clenched his fists, growling angrily. "You dare invade the privacy of Saiyajin royalty?"

Potoschy shook his head. "Royalty to a race of vermin."

A vein pulsed in Vegeta's forehead. I can't believe this arrogant ass is taunting me… I'm infinitely stronger than he… How DARE he speak to me that way!

"I wouldn't say infinitely, that gap is rapidly closing," stated Potoschy very matter-of-factly.

"Enough!" Vegeta boomed, firing a sizzling wave of golden energy at Potoschy.

Mico suddenly leapt into the way, easily batting the surging stream aside.

Vegeta scowled. "I should have expected that… That using such a weak beam to kill you wouldn't work when your lackey was actually somewhat of a competition for me at one point."

"But you didn't expect it," responded Potoschy, "And therein lies the difference between you and I. This is chess, not checkers."

"I've had just about enough of you damn it!" Vegeta arched his hands affront his chest, wrists pressed together, palms facing outward, away from his body.

Vegeta's body began to quake, his muscles bulging with veins as power surged to his palms, building into a ball of golden energy. The skies themselves started to tremble, the clouds and sun seemingly quivering violently as Vegeta gathered up ki, the Saiyajin grunting with strain.

Potoschy mimicked the stance and energy gathering, standing cheek to cheek with Mico as they pressed their four wrists together and charged the energy.

Incensed by seeing his patented attack being copied, Vegeta began to gather energy more fervently, the golden ball starting to swell and eventually shake with instability.

Opposite him, a clear, translucent ball of energy, mimicking his both in size and unstable nature, had formed against the palms of Potoschy and Mico.

Unable to wait any longer, Vegeta cried out the name of his attack, "Final Flash!"

The massive wave rocketed forth toward the opposing duo, who repeated the phrase simultaneously yelling out, "Final Flash!"

A translucent wave surged forth and clashed with Vegeta's wave, not only just meeting it but creating a stalemate of energy, the two waves pushing each other back and forth.

How'd this son of a bitch use my attack just as well as I did?? Asked Vegeta to himself, before it dawned on him. The other one… his power is supplementing the weakling's strength… He might be a tactician of Saiyajin caliber…

The two sides relinquished their waves simultaneously, realizing the complete and utter dead heat between the Super Sayaijin Four state and Mico and Potoschy's combined might.

I'll have to separate these two if I'm to crush them… Planned Vegeta in his mind.

Potoschy shook his head. "There's no way you could—"

The resounding roar of an infinitely long creature both interrupted and drowned Potoschy out, the eternal dragon coming into sight with a solitary figure aboard it. After a few moments, the Dragon ceased flying inward, erecting itself a hundred feet or so away from Vegeta, Potoschy and Mico.

A solitary figure leapt forth, touching down on the beetle Potoschy once stood on. Silver wristbands clung to his wrists whilst his right bicep bore a green armband with a black symbol upon it. The rest of his body lay garbed only in baggy, blue pants with a green kilt bearing the decorations of a blue crown and a red swan over it, and green boots with red and blue stripes.

This new figure had an imposing air of importance about him, blue bolts crackling about his form even though he had not powered up to any super state, nor had he unleashed his aura.

Vegeta eyed the newcomer warily. "Kakarot."

Lol oh man… big homie touched down. Lol this was some real DBZ stuff wasn't it? Got ya all hype that Goku was back… but don't introduce him till the very end lol. Hope you liked it anyway… till next time… peace.