The Prince stepped forward, off of the cold steel of the train's floor, and let the warm blood of the corpse he created stain the soles of his boots.

The reinforced windows of the train became covered in roots as the ki weapons of Vurn's employee's crackled and sizzled.

Vegeta saw the roots were trying to break through the glass as they coiled around the train car and squeezed like a python, it was obvious it would only be a matter of time until they succeeded. His plan was clear as it was inevitable, slaughter the enemies in front of him before the roots came in and killed them first.

"So many ants to stomp," Vegeta said. He didn't count the number of enemies ahead of him, it wasn't worth the effort. "Who wants to die next?"

The first enemy rushed towards him, a glowing dagger gripped in both his hands as they sprinted towards Vegeta.

The Prince sidestepped him with ease and delivered a punch to their chest. The gap between their strength was wide, he knew they only registered the blow as a sound and the pain that followed it. When he felt his enemy's rib crumble against his knuckles, Vegeta smirked at his own handiwork.

"Is this it?" Vegeta asked. "Is this the best you and the tuffles can do?"

The man dropped the dagger but gripped onto Vegeta's waist as he collapsed to his knees and made a desperate shout, "Now!"

Vegeta was pleasantly surprised that his foe wasn't dead and with how tight the grip was, but not with the competition coming ahead of him. Two more people running towards their death, about all the width of the train car could comfortably handle.

If more of them came at him at once they'd risk stampeding themselves, or as Vegeta thought much more likely, increased the odds of them all dying to one attack.

For now he was having fun, so he would let them try their useless little strategies.

The man grasping onto Vegeta's waist grappled onto his tail and tugged with all his might as the other two came at him, the blue glow of their hatchets' ki illuminating their faces.

As the hatchets swung down towards him, Vegeta pondered what would be the most enjoyable way to dispatch of the three, but decided to go for the simplest; The pair swung their weapons and he caught the two men by their wrists, the blades of their hatchets inches from his neck, and made sure to wrap his tails around the fingers of the man grabbing it.

"You had all of this prep time, all of this intel, and for what?" With a single tug Vegeta ripped the arms off of both men and threw them into the ceiling above, staining the fluorescent white lights of the train red.

"To die in seconds like the miserable pests you are!" He jerked his tail towards the train's seats and with the sound of a wet bang the man holding on let go, now a lifeless body with a caved in skull, its blood adding to the ever growing pool.

"You're nothing to me!" Vegeta cackled as he watched his enemies's resolve start to falter. "No one on this planet can beat me! I'm the legendary super saiyan, the most powerful being to ever step foot on this waste of a planet!

"If any of you had any potential I may consider sparing you, Vegeta Squadron is soon to be Vegeta Empire, and we could always have more help. Field hands, miners, servants, who's going to be the first to prove they have the right to live as a slave?"

When he finished his speech, Vegeta heard the distinct whistle in the air of something being thrown at him, something that had made it past the dozens of bodies in front of him and was heading straight at him. Vegeta tried to catch the blade, but it was too fast for him. He never saw the attack, and could only respond to what he heard.

The blade sliced through Vegeta's glove, slitting open the palm of his hand and the space between his thumb and index finger.

The blade flew by, inches away from his face, then hit the chrome lining of the train. The ki of the blade dissipated on impact.

"Hey," Vurn said, now standing up and holding his remaining four throwing knives in his hand. "Don't get so full of yourself from beating entry-level, you still got middle management left, and then the head honcho himself, moi."

The enemies in the train moved as one now, marching forward through their colleagues' blood as Vurn stayed standing, leaning against the back wall to watch.

Vegeta grit his teeth, threw his ruined glove on the head of the man with the dented skull, and stomped forward.

One of them dove at Vegeta, lunging head first into the air, but the saiyan prince was done playing at their pace.

With one formal step backwards, Vegeta put himself in the perfect position to catch the man at the apex of his lunge and took it. He grabbed the man by the sides of his head and slammed them face first onto the cold metal floor.

He bounced his head off of the floor over and over again, but something was wrong. He didn't feel him go limp, they still clung on to life.

Vegeta's power began to soar in his frustration, waves of ki rippling around him as the windows began to crack, the roots sensing their next meal.

"Die!" Vegeta shouted as he went to slam the head again, but he never got the opportunity. The man he was struggling to beat to death grabbed onto Vegeta's hands and pushed his elbows against the floor. Vegeta couldn't overpower him.

Before this new reality could set in, The Prince's head was reeled back as a boot crashed into his chin.

Vegeta landed on his back and felt the blood of his foes seep into his clothes as the enemies advanced upon him.

It was as if they had been whipped into a frenzy at the first sign of his weakness. They didn't come in order anymore, but instead rushed him as a horde, jumping onto the seats and running along them, climbing over one another's backs, screaming in exaltation as they rushed to overwhelm him before he got a chance to recover.

"I'm gonna get that promotion!"

"Your head will earn me a bonus!"

"This will make Vurn notice me!"

Vegeta's face twisted in rage. They had the gall to not only waste his time by struggling to live, but think they could win as well?

The blood around Vegeta rippled and splattered underneath him as he raised his ki, yet again. This insult was one he would not take lightly.

One was sprinting at him, looking like they were going to fall right on top of him and stab at him with their dagger, but Vegeta would have none of it. With his newly raised power he kicked into his opponent's shin and smirked as he felt the solid bone snap cleanly in half. As they fell towards him, Vegeta caught their face with his knee and was satisfied. This one died as easily as they should have. He only had to raise his power higher than he ever should have for them.

But there were many more still coming at him.

Vegeta almost reflexively grabbed the dagger that his enemy dropped, but he stopped himself, he would never stoop to that level. He was a Saiyan Elite, he didn't need to use the enemy's tools or techniques. He would beat them with his raw ability alone.

He sat upright and as another enemy came to kick him, he grabbed them by their ankle, wringed it out like a towel, and mashed the mangled joint onto the floor beside him. The enemy's scream was high pitched, but reached an inaudible falsetto as Vegeteta lunged forward and uppercutted them in the groin, granting them the mercy of death on impact.

The Prince was beginning to enjoy himself and would have gladly continued on with his rampage, but there were too many of them. He couldn't take them out one at a time or else he'd be overwhelmed, and he couldn't power up and blow them all away. He was more likely to break the glass then kill all of them, and then they'd be taken in by the roots thrashing at the windows. They were his to kill and no one else's.

Vegeta pushed off of the ground, trying to create some distance so that he could get his back to the wall and fight off the horde without having to worry about being flanked, but he wasn't quick enough. An enemy had rushed past him, and he found himself flying directly into their grasps as he lept backwards and bumped into them.

"Not so fast, prince," The businesswoman said as scooped her arms underneath Vegeta's and joined her fist behind his head, immobilizing his arms. "Let's see if you can handle one of Throhbaq's strongest!"

He tried to break out of her grasp and perhaps he could've with enough time, but time was not something he would be given. Instead he was given a torrent of blows from his enemies that stifled his attempts to raise his ki each time.

Vegeta seethed as his enemies stormed upon him, raining down punches and kicks on his face, his chest, and his legs. The bruises forming, the cuts collecting on his skin. He couldn't even see the train anymore or tell his enemies apart, his vision just became one vibrating blur of fists, boots, and blunt weapons running into him.

And then he felt his stomach grow warm.

"Hey what the hell!" The woman grappling him said, "That's Vurn's job!"

"Whu..." Vegeta's speech was slurred and his eyes were swelling, but the sensation wasn't something he needed to see to know. He had been stabbed in the stomach, his armor pierced as if it were cheap cardboard.

"Damn," Vurn said as his employees parted for him. "Ah well, I'm sure they can edit it in post to make it look like I did it or something."

Vegeta gritted his teeth as he watched the purple blur come towards him. Whoever had stabbed him had done a good job of it, he could already feel the blood coming up his throat, his strength pouring out of him with each passing second.

He wouldn't admit that he didn't have the strength left to break out of his enemy's grasp and he wouldn't ever need to, they released the hold and let him drop like a bag of old trash.

The Prince landed on his knees, his will refusing to let him fall further, and screamed through his cracked teeth, the blood in his mouth, and his dislocated jaw, "Thahh it huh! Yuh think yuh've wunn?!"

Vurn crouched down in front of him and grabbed onto the handle of the dagger in his gut. "I don't think anything," he said as he twisted it left and right, smiling at the agony creeping on Vegeta's face, "I can see my team beat you, it was a real bonding exercise, and now you can watch us revel in it. Check this out, cool new feature they put in these upgraded scouters."

Vurn stopped twisting the knife to press a few button on the side of his goggles, and out came three life-sized figures in a hologram of light. Vegeta strained his eyes to see them, but didn't recognize any of them; There was an egghead and two women, one seemed to have come out of the gym and was looking on in glee and the other was a helmetless astronaut with an anxious look on her face.

"Kick his ass, Vurn! You've got this!" The athletic woman shouted.

"So, this is the prince of all saiyans … None of you even made it to the headquarters. Seemed I made all these precautions for nothing. Kill him." The egghead looked away from Vegeta and turned back to his computer.

"Ooh, rough review," Vurn said. "Doctor Lychee says your fired, and I say that works for me, can you all make sure this is broadcast out across the whole headquarters? I'm trying to get that good good stock bump. Time to drive Pesso out of business."

Vurn yanked the blade from Vegeta's abdomen, grinned at him, and said, "Alright partner, any last words?"

This was impossible. He knew it was impossible. There was no way that a train full of Throhbaqian's could beat him, or a planet full of them for that matter, no matter how many tuffles were helping them. He had only gotten in this position because he was holding back, but even with that they must've cheated, somehow, someway that he couldn't imagine. It was the numbers, it was the technology, no, it was something much worse than that.

It was the fact that he couldn't sense ki.

He could've sensed which of them were the biggest threat and eliminated them in order of who was the most dangerous, but instead he wasted his time on people who put up too much of a fight, people he didn't match the power level of because he couldn't sense any better. He wouldn't have even been caught in that woman's grapple and stabbed if he could sense her behind him.

But now he had learned his stupid lesson, and they would learn their rightful place. He wasn't going to die, he would never die at the hands of a people so pathetic that they needed this many handicaps to even come close to a victory. He would grant them one sight of just a fraction of his power, and that would be the last gift he would give them.

"My lass wurts," Vegeta droned as purple ki crackled around him and he grabbed onto Vurn's wrists, his eyes getting a manic look as the blood dripped from his lips. "Die, wurms!"

Vegeta took all the ki he could muster on the spot and released it into an explosive wave, detonating like a supernova as the enemies surrounding him were blown to the wind.

The weakest were the first to go, disintegrated on impact. The middle management and higher crowd got cooked against the walls of the train with nowhere to go as their bodies were pressed against the walls and torn asunder by Vegeta's force.

Vegeta's anguish turned into a wicked cackle as he watched Vurn's flesh burn in his grasp, blistering and ripping away as Vegeta continued to surge with power. Soon he could no longer see Vurn's face as it awash in waves of energy.

The ki weapons exploded from the surplus of energy and the windows of the train finally gave way, shattered from Vegeta's explosion. To the saiyan's delight, even the roots were disintegrating against his might.

With every obstacle in his way obliterated, Vegeta ceased his attack, his laughter continuing as he took in the scene. Corpses strewn about the train, the blood burnt away, those pesky roots dealt with. The only thing taking away from it was that the train was still perfectly intact, it seemed to be built specifically to resist ki and was frankly doing too good of a job at it. But at least he'd won the fight and shown those pesky bastards just who was in charge.

Vegeta looked at the corpse of Vurn in front of him, and spat a bloody loogie on the back of his head. "Lurn yur plae, mutt."

The Prince tightened his grip around the bleeding hole that had been put in him, and stepped over Vurn. Just as he began wondering about how he would get out of the tunnel, he felt something lock its grip around his boot.

"Wow," Vurn said as he tilted his head up from the floor, staring straight into Vegeta's bewildered eyes, "that was pretty good. Not bad at all, but I think it's about my turn now."

Vurn looked almost as worse for wear as Vegeta, and he'd taken the full brunt of his attack completely unguarded. He should be dead, he should've been begging for his mercy, but somehow he was continuing to attack.

Vegeta knew that his own ki reserves were low after using so much in his last attack, and felt something he'd only experienced on Frieza's ship begin to course through his body. A near paralyzing fear began to creep over the young prince as he saw other people on the train start to move.

Nearly all of them were dead, but that didn't matter, he'd given it his all, and the woman who grappled him was still alive. People who he couldn't recognize but he knew had helped to break his body were moving in, getting ready to finish what they started.

Vurn got to his feet without facing a single interruption as Vegeta stood stunned, his adrenaline calming down and all of the pain in his body beginning to set in.

"No scouter left," Vurn said as he rose up, closed his fist, and the glow of purple ki shined from the space between his fingers, "but I'll make sure to tell them how you look right now. Now-"

The train car was tossed onto its side as branches rushed in through the broken windows, tore through the floor like a drill, and wrapped Vurn in their grasp. The vines were back, hungrier than ever, and didn't pay Vegeta a single twig as they now had a much more appealing meal to consume.

Vegeta watched the man who was about to kill him get silently dragged to the floor and his eyes glaze over, his mind drifting away to somewhere it would never return from.

Within an instant Vurn was encased in roots that sprouted small blue and green flowers on them. Vegeta did not need to sense ki to sense that he would no longer be an issue.

He looked around and saw that the same was happening to the rest of his enemies. One by one they were grabbed by roots and planted into the train car, wrapped up by the ravenous plant that sought to trap them all.

It was only a matter of time before it noticed he was more than just a dead man walking, he needed to escape. He couldn't die, not like this, not as fertilizer for some stupid plant.

He looked at the roots bursting through the train's chrome floor and a desperate idea sprouted in his mind. The train was immune to ki, but seemed weaker against physical attacks. The roots got temporarily destroyed by ki, but would kill him as soon as they touched him.

With the reckless abandon of someone who had never been backed into a corner before, Vegeta did a limping run to the opposite side of the train and pressed against its back end with all of his remaining might as he hovered in the air.

The train began rolling towards the gate that cordoned the section of the subway off and as the branches began to notice their original prey, Vegeta fired off explosive waves in measured pulsing bursts, repelling them away.

With a guttural scream Vegeta freed the train from the roots' grasp and guided through the air like a missile. The pain was so overwhelming that he felt himself going deaf, his own screams drifting away as his blood and energy left him in equal measure.

The train exploded through the chrome gate as the roots chased after it. With no energy left to fly, let alone fight off the roots, Vegeta dropped the train and collapsed on its floor.

The train crashed through the tracks as it hit the ground. When the train finally came to a halt, the roots resumed their meal as they climbed back into the train. The only progress Vegeta had made was in distance.

He watched the stream of blood flow out of him, he'd aggravated his wounds too much, and the roots took to it as if tracking him by smell. The Throhbaqian's bodies had gotten launched out of the train during the crash, and now the roots came to all of them equally. The stationary prince watched helplessly as his death inched closer.

His body screamed in agony, organs shifted, and cracked bones fractured further as he grabbed onto the porthole of the train door and used it to pull himself up. The tunnel branched into two paths, one perfectly untouched, the other had a series of holes in the ground that created a trail.

Vegeta stared at them for a moment and then realized what the holes were, they were Nappa's footprints. He knew that Vegeta would survive, that he would win his fight and help him, but that he wouldn't know where he went, so he had created a route that he could follow.

Just like they practiced when he was a boy, long before Raditz and the others had joined his squadron, he created a path he could follow. Even now, Nappa watched after him.

He was so angry that he could feel his eyes begin to mist. This was not how a prince died.

Vegeta took a bloodied glove to his face and wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. He had a mission to focus on, why was he thinking about the past?

Mireau was still split in two, which meant there was a strong chance that this is where he had split up. Nappa had left the trail behind not to follow him, but as a warning that the shapeshifter had gone down the other route. He couldn't verify it without any sense of ki, but it just seemed so obvious, it was what he would've done at least.

Vegeta's legs gave way as he held onto the door's handle. He couldn't do much of anything anymore, not with the chill coming over him, it felt like he was being frozen and the only warm part of him left was what was seeping out of his stomach. Without a choice of anything else to do, he settled for swapping between looking at the growing pool of blood underneath him and what was approaching him.

He watched his death creep upon him, but couldn't accept it. He still had so much to prove, so much to do. And here it would all get ended by his own ignorance, his own shortcomings as a captain and a saiyan.

The roots only seemed interested in living things, Vegeta noticed as he saw the last of the twitching Throhbaqians get buried under the roots. Maybe if he died before it got to him, he would get to rest with some dignity. He wouldn't just be a piece of food, he'd be a warrior who died fighting.

He didn't close his eyes, but he felt his vision leave as he tensed his body, trying to get it to do a single thing to help him. His consciousness faded away to the sound of roots scraping across wet metal and his heart beating faster than it ever had before.