Sevrin landed hard, his face buried in the ground. His body was ravaged in pain. He couldn't believe how easily he was defeated by Pikkon. Weak! Pathetic! I can't believe I was defeated so easily! If only I could tap into this power that I took from Cell. I need training…I need to train and hone my skills, just like in the old days when I was in seclusion…I can master this, it just takes time. And here I have nothing but time.

Sevrin cast his gaze to the sky, observing three suns. He scratched his head. Three suns…how is this possible…but it does explain the lush vegetation. The green man, is this where he comes from? He moved along, feeling his body heal slowly. The healing process felt strange to him. His body used to heal quickly, scrapes, cuts and bruises healed in a matter of moments, but after having Cell's blood it seems he reverted back to normal…he pondered that. Then it hit him. Of course…after that I hadn't fed…how careless of me…I wonder if I can find a meal here but I also couldn't channel that power during a fight could I do that without feeding?…He found what looked like a riverbank, crystal clear waters reflecting Namek's green sky. He could see all the way to the bottom. He couldn't do that in his world. He smiled as a large fish shot up from the water to him. It jumped up at him, chomping away with sharp teeth. Sevrin raised an eyebrow and grabbed it by the bottom lip, feeling the fish bite into his fingers. It stung, but not enough to make him drop it. He looked it over. A huge fish, larger than anything he'd seen on his earth. He shook his head and slung it back into the water. "He he, hostile tuna…" Sevrin could hear footfalls behind. He turned and was met by a tall green man, like Piccolo. He grinned; he'd always wanted to face one.

"You are a stranger here…" said the man, his voice cold and cruel.

Sevrin merely bowed. "I am Sevrin, and I am just visiting. I must say, you have a beautiful place here."

The man nodded, but he did not trust Sevrin. He could feel the sinister energy emanating from him. "You've an evil energy about you. Don't cause trouble or you'll answer to me!"

Sevrin staggered back in surprise. "A challenge? You're going to challenge me just like that?" The man staggered back as well. "I had no intention of fighting you, but if you want a fight I'll happily give you one."

The young Namekian shook his head. "I didn't say that, I just said don't cause trouble."

Sevrin nodded, feeling the energy pulse from the young man. Sevrin grinned. "Your planet's three suns are amazing…that must explain your amazing plants…"

The namekian's stoic expression remained. "Yes…"

Sevrin could see the doubt in the young man's eyes. He would have to fight him. Sevrin blew out a sigh. "It's a pity. I was hoping to spare you considerable pain."

The young man shook his head and got into his stance. "I knew you weren't interested in our world." The young Namekian got into his stance. "I am Zolan, warrior of Namek, and you will not hurt our people!" He, like the others before him, let out a fierce cry and his power spiked and engulfed him like fire. The energy spiraled faster and faster as it changed from white to green. He looked at Sevrin with cold, intense eyes. "Show me what you've got, stranger."

Sevrin nodded and went through Cell's memories and found him charging up his power. He tried it. He got into Cell's charge up stance and focused his power like he did with Pikkon. This time was different. Sevrin's power exploded, and he felt his body change. His muscles grew larger, his long blonde hair turned ashy as it grew past the middle of his back. Sevrin let out another scream and his fangs grew out, spiraling down half and inch and his cold red eyes turned black.

Zolan's eyes widened at Sevrin's new appearance. He waited for Sevrin to complete his transformation. For, he could tell he was not finished, and he wanted to defeat him at his best. Just for a moment, his thoughts drifted on his ancestor, Nail. Nail was the strongest Namekian alive, and he served then Grand Elder Guru with distinction. He wanted to preserve the memory, and wanted to serve the new Grand Elder Moori with the same distinction. He watched as Sevrin's skin turned grey, and black veins spread through his body. For a moment he felt fear, but regained his composure as Sevrin lowered his arms and looked at him with his cold, lifeless black eyes. Sevrin smiled a fang filled grin. "Now, let's begin."

Zolan cracked his neck and knuckles and vanished. Sevrin's senses were even sharper than before, and he could hear Zolan's movements with eerie clarity. The swish of his clothes echoed in the air and Sevrin moved in that direction, meeting Zolan with a hard elbow to the chest and sending him flying back. Zolan got up and brushed off the dust from his clothes.

"You're strong," Zolan started, "But strength alone doesn't win a battle." Sevrin could also hear his thoughts with equal clarity, he didn't believe those words. Sevrin cracked his knuckles and beckoned him to attack.

"Show me where my strength is lacking," Sevrin teased. Zolan fired a barrage of green ki blasts at Sevrin. They hit him with full force and Sevrin allowed them. The blasts tingled against his grey skin, but they didn't hurt like Pikkon's blasts. Dust flew from the blasts that fell to his feet.

As the dust settled, Zolan's eyes widened at Sevrin's unscathed appearance. A cold, demonic laugh bellowed from Sevrin's lips as he looked at Zolan. "You lack the skill to use that power properly. That properly stems from a lack of proper opponents. I'll rectify that for you now. Defend yourself." Zolan nodded and Sevrin ran at him. Zolan couldn't believe Sevrin's speed; he could see three of him! Sevrin reached Zolan and pummeled him with force he wasn't aware he had. Zolan tried to defend himself against Sevrin's onslaught, but his inexperience with high speed opponents rendered him wide open. Sevrin hit him with his favorite combo, Shadow Strike. He invented that move for his students, all those years ago. The Shadow Strike was a vicious combo of knees, fists, and elbows; the hardest parts of the body, converging on the opponent in devastating form. First he hit Zolan with a barrage of elbows, weakening his ability to block. Secondly, he hit Zolan's core with a barrage of knees and punches. Zolan buckled and flinched with each blow, but despite the purple blood spewing from his mouth, he tried to block. Blocking however would not protect him from Shadow Strike's final move. Sevrin vanished and continued the assault all over Zolan's body, his speed so fast he seemed like a shadow zipping all around him. Zolan crumpled to the ground, his body ravaged by searing pain. Sevrin reappeared, his cold black eyes scanning Zolan methodical precision.

"Don't feel too bad, Zolan. I was humbled not too long ago. But as the victor of my battle said, I lacked the discipline to use my power properly. I reached deep within myself and found the power I needed. But there is one thing you can give me, Zolan."

Zolan looked up at him, his eyes closing tight with pain but opening to look at him. "…what is that?"

Sevrin's fang toothed grin returned and he used his fierce telekinetic powers to make Zolan rise from the ground and levitate towards him. Zolan fought with his last ounce of strength to fight, but Sevrin's 'grasp' was too much. Sevrin drew him close and bit into his neck, draining enough blood to satisfy his appetite, but not enough to kill him. Zolan's heartbeat slowed to a dangerous level and he stopped. Sevrin marveled in the young man's blood, the marvelous things he saw, the colors, the young man's power coursed through him. He could see further into Zolan's blood than he had anyone else. Maybe it was because of how deep the Namekians were to their lineage, but he could see all the way to one called Nail, and Grand Elder Guru. Power and knowledge, all rolled into a whole line of sons and brothers. It made Sevrin smile. He would take this young man to his village and show them their folly. The village would know of Sevrin's might, and he'd make sure for them to contact Goku and let him know.

The only other thing to think about would be how to take Zolan back. Sevrin thought about dragging him back by his collar, but had too much respect for the young man's attempts to do that. He used his power to keep him floating, and used the knowledge he attained to take him directly to the village. The walk took ten minutes, and the assemblage of fellow Namekians made Sevrin grin. "Home sweet home, eh Zolan?" One of them, shorter than Zolan, ran to a large, insect shaped hut. The young man came out with an older Namekian. He adorned a red vest and a large walking stick. His eyes scanned Sevrin and Zolan nervously.

"Zolan!"

Sevrin released him and crossed his arms. "He has potential, but he needs proper training. You should let him venture out more. But that's beside the point. The point is, I've bested you're most powerful warrior."

"Grand Elder Moori…" Zolan muttered. "Please…run…"

Moori's eyes narrowed. "Please…don't hurt him further…"

Sevrin grinned. "Don't worry, Elder. I won't. I do have a message for you. Deliver this to Goku. Tell him Sevrin is coming to dethrone him."

Moori nodded quickly, afraid of angering Sevrin further. Sevrin merely nodded and vanished. Moori and the others rushed around Zolan, quickly starting on a mass healing effort to fix him up.

Moori looked up to the sky, silently praying to Goku, hoping his mind was strong enough to reach either Goku or the Supreme Kai. Moori could still feel Sevrin's sinister energy, and it hung heavy on the village. Could anyone stop Sevrin and this new form of his?