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Kakarot and Vegeta have arrived on earth and already begun their assault on the planet. In full intentions of bringing it to it's knees. Meanwhile, in the far reaches of space, two unknown warriors have already begun their invasion on the Cold Empire. Who are these two mysterious fighters and what connection do they have to the massacre that took place seven years ago?

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Chapter Five: Invasion Pt. 2

Coordinates Unknown

Outer Space: Enroute to Planet Cold

Two elites garbed in armor stood guard outside a light grey steel door. One with his arms standing at attention at his sides, while the other merely had his crossed over his chest. Boredom clearly visible as the expression on their faces. They had been assigned as the guards for the prisoner picked up just recently from a planet where he attempted to ambush a entire strike force of elite soldiers. He was captured. Battered and beaten before they were ordered to return him to the Planet Cold. Where King Cold would decide his inevitable fate. It wouldn't be long until they reached the Ice cold planet and no longer have to stand watch the pathetic saiyan monkey. Another lucky survivor as it might've seemed. But not anymore for he has already wasted his chance on this one.

The elite, whom stood to the right side of the door, unfolded his arms from across his chest. Rose them over his head to stretch then yawned. "I don't get it. How did we have to get stuck guarding this bastard anyway," he complained. "I mean, it's not like he could anymore anyway. So what's the purpose of even being here. I rather be out conquering planets than doing this kind of boring shit. It's a waste of my time."

His fellow comrade gave him a glance. "Yeah right. Try telling that to King Cold when you see him once we arrive. I'm sure he'll be very reasonable with your complaint," he replied to him. Then returning his gaze forward once again. He was bored too he'd admit that, but what else could they do? It's not like they had much choice. Once you were given an order there was no point in trying to argue against it. Either obey or die. It was that simple, and he intended to live on for more years.

"Funny jackass. But I ain't that suicidal. Besides the only bastard dumbass enough to pull a stunt like that is already hanging by a thread in there." He indicated with his head backwards towards the locked prisoner's door.

"Yeah. He'll get what's coming to him soon enough. Then once he's out of the way his buddy shouldn't be too far behind. All one against an entire armada of soldiers." The elite paused for a brief moment. Looking over toward the door as well. "Come to think of it. The saiyan monkey hasn't made a sound since we brought him aboard the ship. You don't think he's dead already do you?"

"After a beating like that. Not likely. Well especially not this one. From his condition he should at least still be somewhat conscious," replied the elite to the right. Turning half circle towards the closed door. "He has been somewhat quiet though." He shifts his gave over shoulder towards his comrade. "You don't think he's planning something do you?"

The other shook his head. "Nah. What could he possibly think of doing when he's locked up behind a steel door with no other way out. I'm going to check up on him. Just incase he's up to something." Taking a step towards the center. He peeked his eyes through a small, rectangular window situated at the top. To his surprise the Saiyan was nowhere in sight. The room seeming empty.

"What do you see?," asked his fellow partner. "What's the monkey up to?"

"I can't see him," he replied. He knew this wasn't exactly the best of his ideas but if the bastard had somehow manage to find his way out without them even knowing would surely cost them their heads for once King Cold found out.

Looking towards a small keypad that rested to the door's right. He began to push in a combination of numbers for the code to unlock the door. After a six button push, a successful beep is heard followed by the unlocking click. The steel door slid open and the elite took a step inside, slowly and cautiously.

The room was mildly lit as most of the walls and corners were covered in darkness. Nothing inside but only white painted walls, which were somewhat hard to identify at the moment because of the lighting, and yellow tiled floors. The guy was nowhere in sight. Where could he have disappeared to? He was injured. There was no way he'd even have enough energy to break through anything, plus they would've heard him trying to make an attempt anyway.

The elite took another two steps in until his body was completely inside then stopped. Trying to stay close to the door. "Alright monkey. Enough games," he called out. "Show yourself." He was replied with silence. "I'm not going to say it again. Come out saiyan."

Just then he felt something clasp over his mouth with a lot of force along with around his neck. He jumped slightly from the sudden hold then felt as he was yanked into the dark from the right side. He struggled. Trying to break himself free but whatever or whoever had him held was squeezing with a lot of might.

"Next time. You should choice your words more wisely," he heard the voice of his captor coming from behind him. With one swift motion he snapped the elite's neck. Killing him instantly and quietly.

The effect however didn't go unnoticed by the elite still standing outside. He was filled with shock as he saw his fellow elite fall to the ground. Dead. "What in the?," he said.

A form then began to emerge from the shadows of the prisoner's cell. The saiyan captured on the planet. He recognized his face all too well. He heard this guy's escaped death thousands of times before, and he wasn't one to be taken too lightly.

"You bastard!," he called out to the saiyan. "You won't leave this ship in peace!" He was then grabbed by his throat as the saiyan lifted him a few inches off the ground. He stood hanging there. Struggling as he used his hands to pry the man's hold off of him, but to no avail. The saiyan's strength surpassed his own by a huge gap.

"Do it!," continued to fight back the elite regardless of his situation. "For soon every damn soldier will know you've escaped and you won't leave this ship alive."

The saiyan merely remained quiet as he gave him a hard stare. Cold, ruthless onyx black eyes that could send a chill down anyone's spine when they know the inevitable was about to happen. It almost appeared like he was choosing how to eliminate him carefully. Either just snap him in two without a sound… or start a riot where he'd be swarmed with elites at every corner.

"What are you waiting for?," continued the elite. "I thought you monkey's were merciless when it came to annihilation."

Blue energy began to gather in the saiyan's opposite free hand. Open-palmed as he held up a few inches off the elite's chest plate. He looked him in the eyes. The elite seeing all the anger he held within.

"You fools should really watched what you ask for," replied the saiyan as he unleashed the energy blast through the elite's armor. Piercing through the hard plating and into his chest. Penetrating right through his flesh and out his upper back. Blood gushed out of the large, opened wound. He then let the soldier fall to the ground. "They almost made that seem a little too easy. Something's off."

Just then an alarm is heard set off throughout the entire ship. Red lights beaming indicating immediate action to be taken place.

"Warning! The prisoner has escaped! I repeat, the prisoner has escaped!," called out the ship's A.I. as her voice echoed through all the speakers throughout the spaceship. "All strike force teams are ordered to take immediate action. I repeat, all strike force teams are ordered to take automatic action. Get him!"

Elites, Second and First class, leave their current posts as they head down to the lower decks of the ship that lead to the prisoner's cells.

"Come on! We got to hurry!," called out one of them randomly. "If he escapes then King Cold will have all our heads! We cannot allow for him to leave this ship!"

The saiyan remained where he stood. His body motionless and face showing no signs of expression regardless of what was currently taken place. For he knew this was bound to happen. Just as he had planned it would. Now all that was left was to head to the upper level, eliminate anything that dare to cross his path, then get out of here.

"There he is! I see him!," shouted an elite as he appeared around the corner. Six fellow comrades hot on his heels. They stopped. Laser guns held up at the ready position. "Freeze! Don't move!"

The saiyan ignored his demands. Just then he glanced over his left shoulder and saw as more elites appeared on the other side. These no different the idiots standing not too far before him. They too holding weapons in hand. Blocking him from every corner.

"We got you completely surrounded! So don't try anything foolish or we'll shoot," ordered one of the others that stood behind him.

The saiyan slowly began to lift his right open palmed hand up to arm's length. Facing towards the elite that stood to his front. Still showing no signs of backing down.

"What did we say! Don't try anything stupid, monkey. We won't hesitate to shoot!," shouted another.

Silence was the response as blue and white energy began to gather in hand.

"Shoot him!," ordered the apparent leader of the group. All teams from both sides fired. Purple and yellow laser fire is unleashed on the prisoner. Each one connecting with it's intended target. Grey smoke formed around the man and within seconds he was completely vanished out of their sight.

"Cease fire!," called out the same elite from before. Everyone listened and stopped their firing. The hallway was filled with silence as neither soldier said a word. Merely watching as the smoke slowly began to disperse and hope to see the injured, or if not, dead corpse of the saiyan.

"Did we get him?," one asked.

"We should've," replied another. "He was injured. There was no way anyone could be able to survive an attack like that in one piece."

The grey fog of smoke soon completely disappeared, and to everyone's utter fear and shock. The saiyan was standing exactly where he was before. Except this time his arms were held up in a blocking position with his legs slightly apart in a defensive stance. Not a scratch or even burnt on him. Only the injuries from his previous battle which were surely already starting to become scars.

"No way!," shouted one of them in a shaken tone. "How did he? That's not possible!"

Just then blue aura of energy gathered around his built form. Powering up. Lowering his arms at hip level and bending them at the elbows. Fists close tightly. "My turn," he said more to himself but still a bit audible to the others.

"Let's get out of here!," demanded a random elite. For he knew what was to come next. They others listened as they all panicked to run away, but kept bumping into one another. The same went for the soldiers behind him.

He didn't give them enough time for he unleashed his wave of energy on them. Incinerating them all one after the other. The attacks also affected the walls around him. Denting and crushing the walls and tiled floors. Leaving behind a massacre. Soon the attack ended just as fast as it had happened. He was alone once again. But the alarm still audible as more shouts could be heard from the decks up above. Soon he'd be completely swarmed by them.

Shifting his gaze downward he saw a scouter situated on the ground not to far at his feet. He bent down to pick it up then set it to rest on his left ear and the green screen covered over his eye. Pushing the small rectangular button on three times. Numbers and symbols flashed on the screen indicating it was in working order. That was one little ordeal resolved. He took one last glance around at his handiwork. Not bad when he was only merely rushing things.

An explosion, followed by the rocking of the ship's upper deck put the warrior on full alert yet again. Glancing towards the ceiling. He narrowed his eyes. "It's about time," he said to himself.

The Bridge

The main crew in charge of the spaceship's entire function and communications system are seated around the top deck. Screens displayed all along either sides as they showed each section and floor of the ship. Keyboards with those left to work on them had their hands typing rapidly in commands. Flashing red, yellow, and blue lights indicating each function.

One of the screens showed the runaway prisoner as he tried to make his escape. "The prisoner has managed to pass through the prisoner chambers and is making his way passed sectors two and three. Eliminating every soldier we have at post," spoke up one of the alien's seated on the far right side. He saw as multiple elites were slaughtered and burned by energy blasts as the monkey dealt with them with ease.

"At this rate he'll make it to bridge in no time with ease. Where is the Major in charge of that sector?"

"Gone," replied another seated to his left. His white gloved fingers dancing away on the clear keyboard in front of him. "I'm picking up on all vital signatures on every member on that floor. They're all flat lining. He's killing them all and making sure they are all annihilated. Monkey's leaving nothing behind alive." He faces his comrade. "But why isn't he heading for the loading dock? He's up to something."

"Well then stop him!," commanded the ship's Captain. Cui. A member of one of Frieza's elite top teams. He was currently put in charge of running the invasion on the planet where they accidentally ran into the pathetic monkey who'd been thought dead for the last seven years. Apparently their assumption were wrong and he survived the destruction on Planet Vegeta. But oh well. A maneuver like that only happens once in a lifetime. And Bardock just spent his. At this rate, being at his current stature, he shouldn't last much longer. He'd be surrounded at every corner with no way out of the ship. His injuries will soon catch up to him when his adrenaline drops. Making the pain return and him vulnerable.

Cui faces the two soldiers before him. "Do not let him get up here," he ordered.

"We're trying sir," replied one of them. "But he's gotten stronger somehow."

"That's impossible. He was weak, tired, and hanging by a mere thread. There is no way that saiyan monkey's power level has risen rather than dropped."

"Scouter say otherwise sir. Reading's showing that with each attack he unleashes his power level is getting higher… and growing."

Just then an elite comes barging through the sliding door. A panicked look on his face with beads of sweat pouring down on either sides. "Cui, sir!," he called out. "There is an intruder on the ship!"

Cui turns to face him. An irritated expression on his face. "I know about the prisoner already, you fool!," he shouted.

"No sir! There's another saiyan on the ship!"

"What? How?"

"He's snuck onto…" The elite was cutoff as an explosion on the door behind him set off. The cause, a powerful energy blast penetrating through the door and killing off anything dare enough to be close to it. This knocked those who were there off their feet and onto their backs. Surprised looks on their faces. Did the prisoner make it to the top deck already? No he couldn't have.

A cloud of smoke was all that remained of the entrance. A figure forming behind it. Once completely cleared. It revealed none of other than…

Cui's eyes grew big as they almost seemed to want to bug out of his skull. A frightened look on his face. "N-no. It can't be!," he stuttered. He's suppose to be dead too.

The man standing at the destroyed entrance merely smirked. His dark onyx eyes focused on Cui and then slightly glancing towards the others. "Don't seem so down you fools. For you have my word that your deaths will be quick and painless. You won't feel a thing."

Lower Decks

Another energy blast hits an elite and blasts a hole through the man's abdomen. Pinning him against the wall as blood stained the white paint. That was the last of them. On this floor anyway.

Bardock checked his surroundings. Using the scouter to search for any power levels that could be trying to hide from nearby. He was responded with nothing. As not a single power level was picked up. He was sure scaring the bastards shitless if they were starting to back down from him already. He's thought reaching closer to the bridge would involve more elites than this. That's where most of the security should be most focused on. What was up with these guys?

Didn't matter. The sooner he reached the bridge the better. He was wasting time, and the more time spent here with these losers were merely making him fall behind on his things to do.

Another explosion is heard on the upper deck again. This time louder than before as he was closer. Another. Then another followed making the ship rock even more forceful than before. What was going on up there?

Deciding to sprint the rest of the way. Bardock made his way down the narrow hallway. Stopping at nothing until he reached his destination.

The Brdige

Cui is hit with a powerful punch to the face and is sent flying until his back hit one of the computer screens and keyboards. Breaking the thing and making it malfunction. His eyes shut as he winced in pain.

The others were in the room with him, as well, were already either dead or close to it as they laid splayed on the floor. Injured, battered, and broken from the on slaughter done to them by the man that stood now in the center of the large room. He untouched and unscathed as not even the elites assigned there could touch him.

Cui, using every little ounce of strength he had left, pushed himself up to a sitting position. Blood dripping down either sides of his mouth and nose. The left side of his face bruised and aching from the blow he had just endured. He eyed the man with pure anger in his eyes. How could he have survived from an attack like that? It doesn't make any sense. I was sure Lord Frieza killed him seven years ago. So how could it be possible that he's standing here now? Not even a scar or scratch on him.

Cui spit out blood to his left. Then looked the saiyan over. "Do what you want with me monkey. For I can assure you. Once Lord Frieza learns of your existence he will stop at nothing until you've been destroyed. Your actions will not go unpunished."

The man didn't express a single sign like he cared or believed anything Cui said. But merely made his way over to him. Stopping once he was inches away. Almost standing over him. Giving him a cold stare. Narrowed but showing no signs of expression. He grabbed the elite by the collar of his armor then lifted him up. Until his legs were left dangling a few inches off the ground.

Cui tried his best to keep his cool and calm posture. Regardless of all the searing pain flowing through his body. "What are you waiting for? Having second thoughts? Doesn't matter. You'll be dead sooner or later."

"Not precisely," the saiyan finally replied. "I'm not going to kill you just yet Cui. For you still might serve a purpose. For starters. You know where Frieza is headed next, don't you. If you want to keep on living, then I suggest you cooperate rather than try and rebel because I can assure you. I will end your life but make the pain last."

"I would never go against Lord Frieza! I'd rather die than tell you a damn thing."

The saiyan's eyes narrowed. "Wrong answer." Picking up his left hand. He begins to gather energy. Holding it a little below Cui's chest.

Cui's face filled with shock as the blood completely drained from his face and making him pale.

Just then, the vibrant shake of the ground followed by a loud explosion coming from the entrance, caused the two warriors inside to shift their gazes towards the entrance. Four elites, already beaten to a pulp, fell to the ground one after the other. The last of them to be exact. Followed by a new figure standing at the destroyed door.

Bardock took a quick glance at the large control room that was the bridge. Looks like someone did a number on it alright for everything was either destroyed or shocking with electricity. Dead bodies flooded the area as a battle surely took place here.

Continuing on along the path of dead corpses. Bardock came upon the two men that apparently were the last ones left. Cui as he knew that ugly mug anywhere. Then the other. His onyx black eyes narrowed as he stared down the man. King Vegeta. Just he suspected.

The two men remained quiet as neither one said a word or made a move. Just an epic stare down between the two most rivaled classes on Planet Vegeta. The lone wolf low level against the Royal class. This made the room tension even more as Cui was afraid to even utter a word between these two soldiers.

The silence seemed to go forever, but after a half a minute or so. One of them. King Vegeta holding Cui decided to break the silence. "Could you be anymore discreet," he said to the other man. "If I would've known you were planning on making such a riot I would've left this for you to do on your own." He let out a frustrated sigh. " You could be really careless sometimes you know that."

"What can I say? I ain't one for doing things the easy way," replied Bardock to the other man as he approached him. Completely ignoring Cui. "Besides this is usually how I do things on a daily basis."

"And what's that? Dragging all that attention that could most likely cost you your life," shot back Vegeta. "Last I heard that's how you usually got into the situations that almost brought about your end."

"You do things your way your majesty." He said those two words with pure sarcasm that was meant to be heard. "And I'll do things mine. I don't take orders from you anymore." With that said Bardock walks off to focus on the banged up controls that apparently steered the ship.

King Vegeta released his grip on Cui but managed to find some wires to tie up his wrists with then shoved him into a corner where he was still visible in their range. That way if he tried to betray or sneak up on them. They'd kill him that very moment. Not even give him time to react.

A few awkward moments later, King Vegeta was at the controls of the spaceship. Trying his hardest to do what he could with what they had. The damage was catastrophic on the controls, but the low level did some modifications that made them drive the ship manually than autopilot. Sure it was going to be a shitload of time consuming but they did with what they had. What surprised the former King the most, was the fact of how someone who appeared to not know a damn thing about engineering and mechanics fix something with ease as if he'd been doing it all his life. Which left him bewildered now how that he didn't know a thing about this soldier. Other than he was a Third class rank, former leader of his team, a father of two last he heard, and most noticeable. Completely reckless and arrogant. He didn't know how they managed to survive for so long without tearing each other apart, but thanks to their strange teamwork. They always came out on top. If what they did was even considered teamwork for they argued most of the time. It was Bardock's carelessness that got them in this situation to begin with. But in the end, it got them a well conditioned spaceship that could last for awhile.

"There's a tracking device installed in the ship's control system," spoke up Bardock. Standing with his arms crossed over his chest. A short distance behind Vegeta.

King Vegeta stopped his fast typing on the controls to face the man behind him. "How do you know that?"

"How could you not? Think about it. That freak is not naïve. He's a lot smarter than he makes anyone else believe. Besides it wasn't Frieza who sent him. It was the bastard's old man."

"King Cold," replied King Vegeta as he returned his gaze forward. "Damn it. You're right. And according to these coordinates it appears like they were sending you to the Planet Cold. It appears you were headed straight to the meat grinder on this one. You were lucky I even bothered to follow you aboard the ship. I could've just left you to die instead."

"I never asked for your assistance Vegeta," shot back Bardock. "Nor did I need it. I could've handled this entire ordeal on my own."

"Yeah right."

Damn old man always got on his nerves. Why did he even bother to remain by his side anyway? It's not like their antics were getting them anywhere. At this rate, Frieza would still be getting stronger by the day and his army would continue to increase until he ruled the entire universe. If they were going to do something. They'd better do it soon.

Silence filled the room once again. As neither man said a word. Though the tracking device was attached to the ship they'd do away with it sooner or later, or whenever the opportunity came up. At the moment, King Cold believed the ship was still under Cui's command. That would buy them some time until they reached another planet well enough to make a trade. That or get the low level to remove the device if he found it.

Moments passed with neither one saying a thing. Until Vegeta decided to give Bardock the information he acquired back on the other planet before the low class got himself captured. Piloting the ship he decided to break the silence. "You'll be pleased to know I got a lock on the boys sometime ago," he started.

Bardock had moved to take a seat on one of the chairs that resided in front of the fried communications systems. Shifting his gaze upward. He met up with King Vegeta's gaze. "So what. Your son's not in any danger as long as his attendants around and Raditz is more than capable of taking care of himself. He raised himself most of his life anyway."

"You sound very proud," replied Vegeta with a sarcastic tone. True he's never had a complete father and son relationship with his only son, but at least he gave him enough attention that he required. He trained him, himself, and even aloud for him to go on missions with him when the opportunity came up. It appears like Bardock rarely even gave Raditz the time of day. He seemed more to himself. True their race consisted of mostly nothing but fighting and war. Giving family less time to spend with. But even trying to get along with one's child was considered a gesture. He doubted Bardock rarely knew anything about either of his sons. Especially the newborn before Planet Vegeta's destruction.

The image of his lost planet flashed through his mind for a brief moment. Making him rethink back to the events that took place before it's fall. Quickly shaking the images off. He refocused on what was currently taking place now. They'd get their chance to make the Cold empire payback for all the destruction caused to them. Just waiting for the right time.

Breaking back to reality. King Vegeta continued on with what he had to say. "Anyway it wasn't your oldest son that I was referring to Bardock. It was Kakarot to whom I was talking about."

Kakarot!, thought Bardock to himself. His youngest son. Last he heard the boy was sent off to a distant planet in the North quadrant. His fate was suppose to have changed. Become the planet's savior and the only hope when it came to defeating Frieza. Did something go wrong or was what he saw in the vision a lie?

The tyrant had him in his grasp now, which meant something went wrong. Kakarot. He wasn't suppose to be anywhere near the bastard, but now he was like Prince Vegeta. Which also meant Frieza must've filled his mind with lies of the Saiyan's fall too. He wouldn't let him get away with it. Not when it came to his family.

"You alright?," asked Vegeta. "Like I was saying I got a lock on the boy's current location using their scouters."

"Boys?"

Vegeta nodded. "Kakarot and Vegeta. They're on a planet in the North quadrant which coordinates are XF-50. Ever heard of the place?"

"Earth," replied Bardock bluntly.

"Well if the boys are still taking orders from the tyrant then they must think we are gone because of what that bastard told them. We need to find them, regroup, as well as any other remaining saiyans out there to rebel against him. It's the only chance we have."

"So that's your plan?"

King Vegeta nodded. Cui, whom had taken refuge behind one of the controls in the far right corner of the bridge. Putting as much distance between himself and the two powerful saiyans before him. Knowing and experiencing their might and ruthlessness. Cui didn't want to risk any chances of them killing him just yet. As soon as the opportunity strikes up. He would try and devise a plan to escape their sight and try and contact King Cold or Lord Cooler as soon as possible. The two saiyans thought be dead were alive and were planning a rebellion against them. Leaving him alive was going to be the last and regretful mistake they would ever make.

"I assume you have a better idea," retorted back the former King. "If you do. Maybe you would like to share it."

Bardock picked up the sarcasm in his tone right away. He knew he was only trying to make him seem less intelligent that he was. So what if he wasn't apart of the Royal Class or second rank. Low level as he maybe he was far stronger than any of his elite squads and the bastard knew it. Just wouldn't man up to say it. Didn't matter. If there was one thing he was right about it was the fact of how they would have to work together to take down this tyrant once and for all. Avenge their fallen race at all costs. The Saiyans wouldn't go down so easily. Not when only a few of them remain and they had enough breath left to stand and fight. He'd find Kakarot soon enough, and Raditz. And the King would surely regroup with Prince Vegeta and Nappa.

Bardock made no remark on answering Vegeta's question but merely turned away. Knowing there was no point of starting another argument over something that was as little and ridiculous as this. Maybe he'd find the training room in this ship and take out his frustrations on something else. Regardless of how much he wanted to beat the crap out of the Royal pain in the ass.

"Nothing to say. Typical." King Vegeta returned to changing the directions of the spaceship. Typing in the new coordinates in hopes of reaching the planet Earth in only a few amount of weeks. Earlier Bardock had also found how to quicken the ship's pace and planned on doing some modifications to it some time later. The sooner they reached this foreign planet the better. For who knew what kind of trouble those two chibi boys were up to or causing.

Planet Earth

"Earth belongs to us now, and there isn't a damn thing you or anyone else on this weak planet can do to stop us," finished off Kakarot. Dark onyx black eyes holding a cold, hard, solid stare that could send chills down anyone's spine. "In due time your entire race will cease to exist. Once everything is destroyed earth will become nothing more but a barren wasteland. Nothing left as all life will be annihilated."

Gohan, his body still aching and throbbing from the harsh blow he had endured from this small boy moments ago, began to force his legs up into a somewhat standing position. Beads of sweat pouring down from his forehead and down either sides of his face. His breathing a bit ragged and heavy as fatigue would soon kick in if he took anymore solid beatings like the previous one.

This boy was strong. Very strong indeed for his age. He must've done some intense training to have gotten to this point in strength. But still. Not given time to be just an ordinary child also effects how one's strength grows within. Though he was strong. Everyone had a weakness. Even this estrange boy.

"No. I refuse to go down without a fight," replied Gohan. "If you wish to go any further you will have to go through me first."

"And how do you intend to do that old man?" Kakarot lowers his folded arms from across his chest then left them fall to either sides. "You can barely even land a solid hit on me more or less stand on your own. Admit it. You can't defeat me so give it up while you still have the chance."

Gohan says no word but merely forces his aching body into a fighter stance. Preparing to see whom would attack first. Surely the boy wouldn't. He'd wait until Gohan made the first move which lead to the painful results of last time. He knew he'd have to be very careful and cautious when it came to this kid. He wasn't one to be taken too lightly.

Gohan's eyes narrowed. Meeting the boy's cold gaze head-on. Neither one made a move. Both standing completely still awaiting for the other to make the first move. Silence surrounding them. The blowing of the cool mid day wind passing between them. White clouds now filling the skies and passing over them in dramatic motion.

Kakarot smirked. Maybe he'd get in a good warm up after all before he started bashing this place to bits. "Well so be it then," he said as he got into fighter stance. "But don't say I didn't warn you." With that said, using his teleportation technique, the little seven year old disappeared in a flash.

Gohan gritted his teeth. Not this again, he thought to himself. Preparing himself for the oncoming attack that he knew would come. At this rate the odds were highly stacked against him. He had to sense him out. He couldn't stay hiding forever for every technique had it's limitation.

Kakarot reappears right in front of Gohan. This caught the old man by surprise as Kakarot took the unguarded advantage. Striking Gohan with a combination of punches to the man's stomach and chest area. After a few seconds of pure pummeling Kakarot ended his assault with an uppercut to the man's chin. His small fist colliding head on against the targeted lower jaw.

Gohan falling on his back. Crimson blood flowing down from either sides of his mouth down to his throbbing chin. His chest and stomach aching from the harsh attacks. Opening only his right eye Gohan managed to see the boy's next move.

Kakarot jumped up a few feet off the ground and into the air. Right leg extended out. Preparing to slam it down onto Gohan's stomach. Reacting quickly on instinct. The old man rolled off to the left side on his hands and knees. Kakarot's right leg slamming hard into the ground. Leaving behind a small dent into the grass where Gohan once resided.

The little chibi saiyan back flipped onto the opposite side, across from the old man. Fighter stance ready for another attack. "So you're fast. Not bad. I expected less from you," he said. Not even out of breath.

"You're not… so bad… yourself," replied Gohan through panted breaths.

Kakarot smirked. "Just wait until I start trying."

Kakarot and Gohan's bout continues to playout as Prince Vegeta continued his way to West City. Does the old martial artist stand a chance at bringing down this powerful saiyan child? Or will Kakarot come out on top yet again. And what of Bardock and King Vegeta. Can the two warriors reach Earth in time to stop the boys from annihilating yet another race from existence in the name of Frieza? Time is of the essence as the clock continues to countdown Earth's inevitable downfall.

Well that's the end of this chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it and like always read then leave me a review and tell me what you think. But remember no flames.