A large aged demon sat in his throne pondering the death of his most powerful offspring, he had though it impossible for any human to kill Tambourine, he had been given so much power, it should have been that on one but h could do so.

He knew this wasn't good, fist Cymbal now Tambourine, in his children were slowly being killed. The only one he had left was Piano, who ironically is the weakest and by extension least useful to him.

Before Cymbal had died he had collected most the dragon balls, all he needed now was the one he was headed towards, the one owned by the human that had somehow killed Cymbal. He thought about his death, it had been infuriating; he had had to fly up a tower to find the blasted ball, then some guy calling himself Bardock, killed him without even being seen moving.

He was confident that Cymbal could have beaten the fat man and cat who owned the ball; bit this guy was something else, and worst of all now, now he had the fucking ball. He hadn't planned on killing anyone until he had his youth restored. He didn't want to take any chance, but he knew that this was unavoidable, he knew he had to die as soon as possible from the moment Tambourine failed to kill the one he assumed to be his offspring.

He was still furious at Tambourine's death, not just that he lost, but how he lost. He must have used every dirty trick possible and still couldn't lay a finger on Vegeta; he even had a hostage and still got his ass kicked. It was pathetic. Completely pathetic, that he, the son of the great demon king Piccolo would be beaten and humiliated by a human.

But it wouldn't matter soon, once he had the last dragon ball and wished for eternal youth he could make as many knew sons as he wanted. He certainly wouldn't have to worry about accelerating his aging, since he wouldn't age.

Of course he would have to eliminate all those pesky warriors first, he still remembered the day he fell victim to that pathetic humans attack. He had laid in a rice container at the bottom of the sea for years stewing in his failure; he wouldn't let it happen again. He figured the best way to avoid repeating his mistakes was to not play with martial artists this time, no he would eliminate them all as soon as he could.

He looked down through the window and was pleased to see they had arrived. In mere minutes he would be taking the dragon ball and gaining his youth… and no one could stop him.

Vegeta and Goku were now training at master Roshis dojo, they knew the WMAT was coming up soon and wanted to be prepared. They were currently sparring as hard as possible, scaring the shit out of the rest of the class.

"So Vegeta did you mate Bulma yet?" Goku asked, looking at his neck for a bite mark to indicate that he had.

"She has a broken leg you moron!" Vegeta yelled emphasising his point by phasing out of sight and kicking him in the back of the leg.

"What's that have to do with anything?" Goku asked wondering how a damaged leg would get in the way of sex, a topic he wasn't very knowledgeable of, whilst throwing a hard punch to Vegeta's solar plexus.

"The doctor said-argh" Vegeta was unable to finish his sentence as Goku used the distraction as a good time to round house kick him into the wall.

Elsewhere Bardock was currently in his back garden meditating, he was trying to figure out his most recent vision. It was very unclear what was going to happen, but he knew that something would try to attack him.

The vision had actually been from a while ago, shortly after he gave the bald kid a bean. He had got a vision of baldy saving him, confirming that he made the right decision to give him the bean as the vision dictated.

He just needed to figure out what he needed saving from, what could be dangerous to him, he was the most powerful thing on this planet.

Goku was pleased when he though that he had knocked Vegeta out and went up to the rubble that remained of the wall to fish him out. He saw a hand sticking out and pulled on it, unfortunately when he did what he saw was not good.

It was another pupil who had been hit by Vegeta; this was bad, very bad. He knew that they shouldn't have sparred near the 'weaklings' as Vegeta called them but they need the space. Now this pathetic thing was knocked out.

He briefly considered just walking away, going home and acting like he never saw this but the Vegeta jumped out of the rubble with a pissed look gracing his features. Clearly he had not been hit hard enough, while Goku was thinking this Vegeta pounced on him and started brutally beating him.

Vegeta was always like this after he lost, such a baby, Goku the started to regain some control over the fight and was able to get back on his feet to restart the spar- completely forgetting the unconscious teen he had been panicking over just moments ago- Goku leapt backwards and began building energy for the Kamehameha, hoping to end the spar soon since he was starting to get hungry, which he knew the Kamehameha would not help with.

"Ka-me-Ha-me-ha" Goku chanted as he charged the beam before firing at Vegeta; however he didn't get the desired result. The beam passed right through the fuzzy looking Vegeta-destroying another wall of master Roshis dojo- and Vegeta then appeared behind him and knocked him to the ground with a devastating drop kick, knocking him unconscious and ending the spar. Making the prince of all Saiyans the winner, inflating his ever growing ego just a little more.

A/N

Since this story got more reviews than the other I updated it first, this was really just an in-between chapter so that king Piccolo could arrive but still at least I updated.

Please review since as you've seen the more you review the more I update.

It's also the 3 month anniversary of starting the story tomorrow so I will try to update again then with a more exciting chapter to mark the milestone, don't get your hopes to high ;)

Also do you think it's realistic to have Bulmas leg be healed soon, since we all know what that'll mean ;)