Different Dish(Dragon Ball SI)
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Chapter 13: Somethings are Passed Down!
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I was sure that this had to be some kind of ruse. I just couldn't tell you what the purpose of it was, but there had to be one. Mom couldn't have been raised by the same patron as the Queen, could she? I mean Queen Elery does seem genuine, Mom hasn't denied the claim, and there does seem to be a connection between the two, but really?
"And that was why it was shut down." Ehh, what did Queen Elery say? What was shut down? Maybe I should listen with a bit more attention.
"That was terrible," Mom's lip quivered, a result of whatever this was about. "I hope that we caught that creep." Well, that was not a look that I had seen Mom have often. Usually, only the mention of Freeza will get that look from her.
"Caught and hanged," There was a deadly smile from the Queen. It sent a chill down my spine just looking at her, after all, wasn't hanging a terrible death? She changed her face, it looked like some thought had just come to her at that second. "Don't know why he didn't just fly up, but what do I know? I've never been hung."
"Well," Mom's voice seemed to gain a bit of cringe. No doubt disgusted with the method of death. "At least that creature is dead. I couldn't imagine letting him going around with what he's done over the years." I don't know if I really want to know what this guy did that saiyans consider him to be a monster. Though Mom saying that must mean that he deserved that kind of death.
"Hey, quick change of subject here, but how about..." The Queen topped for a second, tapping a foot. It seemed that she was thinking about how to say something. "How about you come with us on this training trip." There was a smile on her face, her eyes were open. If she wasn't being honest with this then she was one of the better actors I'd seen in my life.
"I don't know," Mom looked both surprised and a bit apprehensive at the prospect. She shuffled her shoulders, crossed her arms together, and kicked some sort of invisible dirt. "I would just get in the way."
"Nonsense," Her concerns were brushed away by the grinning Royal. "Actually," Elery placed a single finger beneath her chin. "You should find this sort of thing easier than your son will." Really, Mom will have an easier time handling controlling the Oozaru than I will?
Makes sense.
"I suppose," Mom's face kind of made a flinching motion. No doubt thinking about my younger brother in the pod that was now on the ship in the backyard of our home. "But that would leave Kakarot all alone. I don't know." She let the sentence hang.
At the mention of Kakarot, Elery gained a look to her. It wasn't the kind of face that I was familiar with. It was downcasted, but at the same time angry. Like she had been reminded of something unpleasant, her eyes glazed over looking to the floor, some heat to them that I found to be unsettling. The Queen eventually looked back to Mom, her mouth open to say something but was interrupted by Dad who finally had spoken up after picking up his jaw from the ground.
"It's fine, Gine," He crossed his arms, a familiar mix of a scowl and a smile that only someone that knows him well can see was now on Dad's face. "I'm not scheduled for another mission for a while yet. Got somethings to settle planetside yet," His tone took on a business-like vibrancy. "You'll be able to handle this without issue. It's not a cleaning job."
"I suppose," Mom let the sentence hang for a moment. Looked from the solemn face of my Dad to the expecting one that the Queen wore on her face. "Then," She puffed up her lips. "I will. I'll go!"
The two adult female saiyans were now grinning at each other with light smiles. I suppose as long as nothing untoward is done to Mom, it would be good for her to have some friends of her own, ones that aren't on the Team.
"So?" I decided to take the attention back to what we actually came here for. The mission. "I'm confused," I stepped forward, trying to appear as inoffensive as possible to the woman whose son I'd beaten to a bloody form. "Are we taking your ship? my Queen?"
"Well, I wouldn't be here if we weren't," She blew out air in an upward motion with her mouth. Seemly annoyed by something either out of sight or had just entered her mind. "It would be a waste of resources to be all in separate ships when we have a big enough one to take us all to our location."
"MOTHER!" A voice yelled out from the ship. Down came the ramp and with it, Prince Vegeta himself. If it was possible to have measure petulance as a material Vegeta would have a surplus as he was not a happy camper. "What is the meaning of this? I had thought this was…" He stopped himself at my stare. It seemed that he didn't want to me to know about whatever training he thought he was doing. "That it wasn't going to be training some low-class slime to control themselves."
"The first rule," Elery walked over the Prince, her steps were much quieter than most of the people I've met in life. For example, I'd noticed that both King Vegeta and Dad had big steps, they wanted you to know that they were here at any point. They demanded attention, but the Queen. Her steps were quite, soft like a feather. You'll be forgiven if she snuck up on you during a normal walk. "Son is that everything is training," She started to shove him back into the ship, motioning the rest of us to follow us. "Even this."
With that Mom tentatively followed in after them, Dad and Shugesh went to leave and I noticed that Peppa and Turles had disappeared for a moment. How odd, it would be a good idea to go get them before the ship went off without them. I think that it would be a waste if we did mostly because I know that Peppa will no doubt get me to teach her then, and let me tell you I don't want that. Regular Peppa is hard enough to live with, never mind Great Ape Peppa.
I felt around the world, using a sense that is not entirely physical. It was like trying to feel the sun, or a fire with the only reference I could use is the heat it emits. But then you have to taste the heat and compare it to other heats, making sure that you can recognize anyone in a sea of other suns. Thinking about it, this explanation is probably more confusing than anything else.
But in any case, this was how it felt for me to sense things, and sense them I did. Peppa felt like a hot bag of spicy chips, with peppers and spices all mixed together in a perfect blend that served to burn your tongue right off. Turles, on the other hand, was like someone had dipped the egg into mayonnaise. A rather unattractive taste to my buds, one that reminded me of mucus, more than it did food.
I walked to where I could sense them, where Peppa had taken me earlier, around a corner of the control tower. It was secluded enough that a person wouldn't be interrupted as long as they don't make enough of a hassle to get that sort of attention, but in any case, that was where I found them.
It was a dirty place I hadn't noticed before, with food wasted in the very corner and somehow a rather large tumbleweed in the corner. I wasn't sure where it came from, we don't have those sorts of weeds in this part of the world. I wonder how it got here?
"And this is for wasting our time," I heard her before I saw her. Peppa was smacking and shaking Turles like he was a bag of skittles that had some sweets struck in a corner. "Why in the name of the Kais did you get the idea that was the right thing to say?" Peppa slammed him closer to the wall.
"Everyone knows that the Prince is a spoiled brat," Turles growled out. "So what if she was his mother? No one cares about their children here?" He gave her this look. I couldn't really place what it meant.
Mind you, if Turles is meant to be a representation of what normal children are like here then I don't blame them. I would not be able to raise them. May need a magical Dragon to help me.
"Except obviously, the Royal Family are different. Hence the name." I spoke now catching his attention, but Peppa didn't have a reaction. I imagine that she could feel my presence. She dropped him like a sack of rotten potatoes, before bouncing over to me like a crazed bunny with a grin that told me she had an idea before her voice could.
"How abou-"
"Look we don't have time for this," I interrupted her, we are a bit short of time here. "The ship probably won't wait for us and I am not missing this sort of thing for anything." I swept my arms across my chest, span on my left foot to turn around and I started to walk back to the ship with due haste.
From the sounds of it, they seemed to follow me with hurried footsteps.
Bardock entered the Namekian ship with hard steps. Now he was alone, without the two kids or even Gine. His team was over at their own houses resting. Kakarot was the only one here, but as he was not out of his pod yet so he didn't really count.
It was time to commence the training that Raditz had foretold that Kakarot had gone through. It was a dangerous method to do without some kind of healing accelerator, but Bardock was on a time scale of a few months. To reach that legendary state it would take a hellish training regime that he was sure that none of the others were ready for, at least right now.
Briefly, Bardock wondered what that state would look like. Perhaps he would have the power of the Oozaru in his base form. All that power in a more compact form would be amazing or would the power mean that such transformations wouldn't compare? That they would be a meaningless endeavor?
In either case, Bardock decided was time to start.
"Computer," He barked out his tone like a razor-sharp blade. Then placing his scouter on to a table off to the side and a beep signaled that the computer had heard his voice. "Set gravity for 20 time galactic standards… or for two times this world's."
There was a wait, for a second Bardock was sure that he would have to have set the thing manual, but then it came down on him like a brick house. it was like nothing that he had ever felt before, a force pressing down on him harder than any weight.
His lightweight armor, which he had added some weights to beforehand, had become an anchor that caused his body to shift downwards. Only using his ability to fly helped him recover from this before he smacked into the floor. Then he could feel the raw weight of his boots keep him from going up to far. All this told him that this room may become his greatest challenge yet, even the air felt heavier, thicker even.
If he wasn't careful this may be his grave.
But the veteran warrior was sure. This was the kind of training that he was going to need if he wanted to reach the heights that were necessary. Staying out of hell meant bringing a part of it home.
He landed on the floor with a greater bang than he expected.
"Hmm," Bardock tested his limbs, throwing out a few kicks and a dozen thumps. The air resisted it with a greater force than any weight that he had ever worn, it was like being in a pool. Only in inverse.
Then as he did a final blow, he slipped. His weight, combined with the speed he was going at caused him to slap onto the floor of the spaceship with the same force that Raditz could hit him with. For a minute Bardock felt dazed, his focus lapsed.
"This may be harder than I thought." With a slow pace, the saiyan warrior stood up. He was going to drive himself into the ground if he needed to. Bardock started a series of katas that were slow, but with each repetition of them ramped up in speed.
Lord Freeza sat in his chair, his eyes closed, sipping on his glass of wine with little care for the commotion that was being made outside his ship. The noise was standard fare for the galactic tyrant at this stage in his life. Especially when he landed his ship down on a world's capital and had his men start their jobs from there.
He found the screams to be delightful at first. Now it was just a boring part of the job, they all sounded the same after a while. Freeza could see why his father had retired from this role a few years ago.
"Zarbon?"
"Yes, my Lord?" The long green hair that Zarbon had waved back and forth.
"What is the time estimated for our global takeover to be finished with?"
"Lord Freeza," Dodoria bounded into the room. His massive pink frame was something that blocked his view of the members of his forces that were somewhere behind that massive body. "I have news on the plans you've made for the saiyans."
"Oh," Freeza turned around in his hover chair, his eyes opened. He wasn't too excited about the prospect, the monkeys weren't too important, but they were good at the jobs with little fuss. It was with the command from above that sealed their fate, but he would be lying if it were to be said he was sad they were going. They were only filthy monkeys after all. "I was under the impression that we were still over a year off from Planet Vegeta, what could have changed?"
In fact, they stopped on this world only because it would be a waste not to knock off planets on their list on their way over to Planet Vegeta. More productive to deal with them now, while on travel there than to go back for them.
"We have reports that the Elery, the saiyan queen, will be engaging in a training mission."
"That is news," Freeza threw his glass elegantly at Zarbon, who caught it without issue. "Tell me, Zarbon," his pink hands came together in a fashion that meant that the fingertips were meeting each other. "Do we have anyone that could… how should I say... deal with her in that area?"
"Not," Zarbon placed his hand onto his hip, his pose broadcasting that he was thinking deeply about the issue. "If the training is what I think it is, sire," At the look that he was getting Zarbon quickly elaborated. "Saiyans only have one type of training mission, that is for their disgusting monkey form." The blue man made a waving motion across his nose.
"I see," Freeza nodded, his eyes looking up to the sky. "And the Ginyu Force is further away than we are?" There was a hopeful tone to the galactic ruler. After all, even transformed no saiyan could match the Captain of that team.
"Sadly they are much too far to get to her before she is due back to Planet Vegeta."
There was silence in the room, Freeza had a frown on his face. That only everyone who wasn't him nervous at the prospect at what would happen when this monster got too mad. That was when something surprising happened.
Dodoria had an idea.
"I may have… a group in mind."
"Really," Freeza turned his attention back to his pink lieutenant. In fact, everyone had turned their attention to him. "I'm surprised that you didn't offer them straight away," A pink finger tapped his chin. "In fact, I'm not aware of anyone else in our organization with the power to match her in that form?"
Like always one must speak quickly and clearly so that they don't incur the Emperor's wrath.
"That is because they are outside agents," Dodoria's massive frame shrugged, and the smile on his face told the room that he was sure that he had some revolutionary idea here. "They've been looking to get an in with us, but our people haven't found a mission to give them that would suit their level of power."
"Interesting, are you sure that they are up to the task?"
"Oh, not in their normal forms, but saiyans aren't the only race that transforms."
"We have lost prestige in the past few centuries," The one speaking was a tall man, standing above most other people at a solid 8 feet tall, and his clothes were something that wouldn't be out of place on a pirate from a Hollywoodized 17th century. He was standing at a podium. "When once we were a race that was unmatched in the universe for power." There was a deep breath as the man looked out towards a massive crowd of hundreds of people, his long orange hair swaying in the air behind him like a cape. "Years ago we lost the greatest of us, it was a devastating loss." He gave them a downcasted look, which they soon mirrored, but one among the crowd screamed:
"Praise Bojack!"
"Yes!" The original speaker raised his arms and his tone was that of reverence. "Praise Bojack!"
"Praise Bojack!" Everyone responded to him.
"I do believe, just like many of you, that he will return one day," More cheers followed this, many of the crowd sporting bloodthirsty grins. "But until that day, we must crawl, we must force ourselves into our rightful place in the universe. To be worthy of his legacy!"
The cheers had become deafening in their volume.
"We may not surpass the likes of Freeza and his kin," The phrase was said with such venom, that even the crowd was slightly taken aback by it. "But I will not let us fall any further! We must draw a line here!"
"What do you say to the rumors that even the saiyan King's woman surpasses you?"
The would-be questioner was vapourised without any clear sign of movement by the speaker. There was a deadly silence in the room, none wanted to incur their leader's wrath. Green skin glistened as the speaker took the mic from the podium, and leaped into the crowd, the people scurrying away like rodents.
"I will have no interruptions," He glared across at all of them. "On the subject of that gross rumor… I plan on proving it wrong." The smile that was mixed with this sentence caused nothing but confusion for the people now around him.
"You see, I have been given the location to where the female, this Queen will be next," He twirled a finger into the air. "I shall go there, I will kill her and then we will move on to take the planet Vegeta itself!"
A massive roar of approval rang out from the crowd. Finally, a goal that their people could achieve, finally, they would reclaim their rightful place as the galaxy's strongest race. The saiyan race had become too powerful for their taste, they were to close to overtaking them if it wasn't for their lack of numbers.
The Race of Hera would not allow their place in the universe to fall any further. Aku would ensure of that.
Author's Note: No this is not a crossover with Samurai Jack. It's just how the Race of Hera are named in the one movie that they come from but that is a lot to get into, so let's leave that only if someone asks me to elaborate.
But anycase, happy holidays guys/gals!
SV Note: Alot of edits for this one. I didn't notice the literally mountain of mistakes that were left unnoticed on the original posting.
"And that was why it was shut down." Ehh, what did Queen Elery say? What was shut down? Maybe I should listen with a bit more attention.
"That was terrible," Mom's lip quivered, a result of whatever this was about. "I hope that we caught that creep." Well, that was not a look that I had seen Mom have often. Usually, only the mention of Freeza will get that look from her.
"Caught and hanged," There was a deadly smile from the Queen. It sent a chill down my spine just looking at her, after all, wasn't hanging a terrible death? She changed her face, it looked like some thought had just come to her at that second. "Don't know why he didn't just fly up, but what do I know? I've never been hung."
"Well," Mom's voice seemed to gain a bit of cringe. No doubt disgusted with the method of death. "At least that creature is dead. I couldn't imagine letting him going around with what he's done over the years." I don't know if I really want to know what this guy did that saiyans consider him to be a monster. Though Mom saying that must mean that he deserved that kind of death.
"Hey, quick change of subject here, but how about..." The Queen topped for a second, tapping a foot. It seemed that she was thinking about how to say something. "How about you come with us on this training trip." There was a smile on her face, her eyes were open. If she wasn't being honest with this then she was one of the better actors I'd seen in my life.
"I don't know," Mom looked both surprised and a bit apprehensive at the prospect. She shuffled her shoulders, crossed her arms together, and kicked some sort of invisible dirt. "I would just get in the way."
"Nonsense," Her concerns were brushed away by the grinning Royal. "Actually," Elery placed a single finger beneath her chin. "You should find this sort of thing easier than your son will." Really, Mom will have an easier time handling controlling the Oozaru than I will?
Makes sense.
"I suppose," Mom's face kind of made a flinching motion. No doubt thinking about my younger brother in the pod that was now on the ship in the backyard of our home. "But that would leave Kakarot all alone. I don't know." She let the sentence hang.
At the mention of Kakarot, Elery gained a look to her. It wasn't the kind of face that I was familiar with. It was downcasted, but at the same time angry. Like she had been reminded of something unpleasant, her eyes glazed over looking to the floor, some heat to them that I found to be unsettling. The Queen eventually looked back to Mom, her mouth open to say something but was interrupted by Dad who finally had spoken up after picking up his jaw from the ground.
"It's fine, Gine," He crossed his arms, a familiar mix of a scowl and a smile that only someone that knows him well can see was now on Dad's face. "I'm not scheduled for another mission for a while yet. Got somethings to settle planetside yet," His tone took on a business-like vibrancy. "You'll be able to handle this without issue. It's not a cleaning job."
"I suppose," Mom let the sentence hang for a moment. Looked from the solemn face of my Dad to the expecting one that the Queen wore on her face. "Then," She puffed up her lips. "I will. I'll go!"
The two adult female saiyans were now grinning at each other with light smiles. I suppose as long as nothing untoward is done to Mom, it would be good for her to have some friends of her own, ones that aren't on the Team.
"So?" I decided to take the attention back to what we actually came here for. The mission. "I'm confused," I stepped forward, trying to appear as inoffensive as possible to the woman whose son I'd beaten to a bloody form. "Are we taking your ship? my Queen?"
"Well, I wouldn't be here if we weren't," She blew out air in an upward motion with her mouth. Seemly annoyed by something either out of sight or had just entered her mind. "It would be a waste of resources to be all in separate ships when we have a big enough one to take us all to our location."
"MOTHER!" A voice yelled out from the ship. Down came the ramp and with it, Prince Vegeta himself. If it was possible to have measure petulance as a material Vegeta would have a surplus as he was not a happy camper. "What is the meaning of this? I had thought this was…" He stopped himself at my stare. It seemed that he didn't want to me to know about whatever training he thought he was doing. "That it wasn't going to be training some low-class slime to control themselves."
"The first rule," Elery walked over the Prince, her steps were much quieter than most of the people I've met in life. For example, I'd noticed that both King Vegeta and Dad had big steps, they wanted you to know that they were here at any point. They demanded attention, but the Queen. Her steps were quite, soft like a feather. You'll be forgiven if she snuck up on you during a normal walk. "Son is that everything is training," She started to shove him back into the ship, motioning the rest of us to follow us. "Even this."
With that Mom tentatively followed in after them, Dad and Shugesh went to leave and I noticed that Peppa and Turles had disappeared for a moment. How odd, it would be a good idea to go get them before the ship went off without them. I think that it would be a waste if we did mostly because I know that Peppa will no doubt get me to teach her then, and let me tell you I don't want that. Regular Peppa is hard enough to live with, never mind Great Ape Peppa.
I felt around the world, using a sense that is not entirely physical. It was like trying to feel the sun, or a fire with the only reference I could use is the heat it emits. But then you have to taste the heat and compare it to other heats, making sure that you can recognize anyone in a sea of other suns. Thinking about it, this explanation is probably more confusing than anything else.
But in any case, this was how it felt for me to sense things, and sense them I did. Peppa felt like a hot bag of spicy chips, with peppers and spices all mixed together in a perfect blend that served to burn your tongue right off. Turles, on the other hand, was like someone had dipped the egg into mayonnaise. A rather unattractive taste to my buds, one that reminded me of mucus, more than it did food.
I walked to where I could sense them, where Peppa had taken me earlier, around a corner of the control tower. It was secluded enough that a person wouldn't be interrupted as long as they don't make enough of a hassle to get that sort of attention, but in any case, that was where I found them.
It was a dirty place I hadn't noticed before, with food wasted in the very corner and somehow a rather large tumbleweed in the corner. I wasn't sure where it came from, we don't have those sorts of weeds in this part of the world. I wonder how it got here?
"And this is for wasting our time," I heard her before I saw her. Peppa was smacking and shaking Turles like he was a bag of skittles that had some sweets struck in a corner. "Why in the name of the Kais did you get the idea that was the right thing to say?" Peppa slammed him closer to the wall.
"Everyone knows that the Prince is a spoiled brat," Turles growled out. "So what if she was his mother? No one cares about their children here?" He gave her this look. I couldn't really place what it meant.
Mind you, if Turles is meant to be a representation of what normal children are like here then I don't blame them. I would not be able to raise them. May need a magical Dragon to help me.
"Except obviously, the Royal Family are different. Hence the name." I spoke now catching his attention, but Peppa didn't have a reaction. I imagine that she could feel my presence. She dropped him like a sack of rotten potatoes, before bouncing over to me like a crazed bunny with a grin that told me she had an idea before her voice could.
"How abou-"
"Look we don't have time for this," I interrupted her, we are a bit short of time here. "The ship probably won't wait for us and I am not missing this sort of thing for anything." I swept my arms across my chest, span on my left foot to turn around and I started to walk back to the ship with due haste.
From the sounds of it, they seemed to follow me with hurried footsteps.
Bardock entered the Namekian ship with hard steps. Now he was alone, without the two kids or even Gine. His team was over at their own houses resting. Kakarot was the only one here, but as he was not out of his pod yet so he didn't really count.
It was time to commence the training that Raditz had foretold that Kakarot had gone through. It was a dangerous method to do without some kind of healing accelerator, but Bardock was on a time scale of a few months. To reach that legendary state it would take a hellish training regime that he was sure that none of the others were ready for, at least right now.
Briefly, Bardock wondered what that state would look like. Perhaps he would have the power of the Oozaru in his base form. All that power in a more compact form would be amazing or would the power mean that such transformations wouldn't compare? That they would be a meaningless endeavor?
In either case, Bardock decided was time to start.
"Computer," He barked out his tone like a razor-sharp blade. Then placing his scouter on to a table off to the side and a beep signaled that the computer had heard his voice. "Set gravity for 20 time galactic standards… or for two times this world's."
There was a wait, for a second Bardock was sure that he would have to have set the thing manual, but then it came down on him like a brick house. it was like nothing that he had ever felt before, a force pressing down on him harder than any weight.
His lightweight armor, which he had added some weights to beforehand, had become an anchor that caused his body to shift downwards. Only using his ability to fly helped him recover from this before he smacked into the floor. Then he could feel the raw weight of his boots keep him from going up to far. All this told him that this room may become his greatest challenge yet, even the air felt heavier, thicker even.
If he wasn't careful this may be his grave.
But the veteran warrior was sure. This was the kind of training that he was going to need if he wanted to reach the heights that were necessary. Staying out of hell meant bringing a part of it home.
He landed on the floor with a greater bang than he expected.
"Hmm," Bardock tested his limbs, throwing out a few kicks and a dozen thumps. The air resisted it with a greater force than any weight that he had ever worn, it was like being in a pool. Only in inverse.
Then as he did a final blow, he slipped. His weight, combined with the speed he was going at caused him to slap onto the floor of the spaceship with the same force that Raditz could hit him with. For a minute Bardock felt dazed, his focus lapsed.
"This may be harder than I thought." With a slow pace, the saiyan warrior stood up. He was going to drive himself into the ground if he needed to. Bardock started a series of katas that were slow, but with each repetition of them ramped up in speed.
Lord Freeza sat in his chair, his eyes closed, sipping on his glass of wine with little care for the commotion that was being made outside his ship. The noise was standard fare for the galactic tyrant at this stage in his life. Especially when he landed his ship down on a world's capital and had his men start their jobs from there.
He found the screams to be delightful at first. Now it was just a boring part of the job, they all sounded the same after a while. Freeza could see why his father had retired from this role a few years ago.
"Zarbon?"
"Yes, my Lord?" The long green hair that Zarbon had waved back and forth.
"What is the time estimated for our global takeover to be finished with?"
"Lord Freeza," Dodoria bounded into the room. His massive pink frame was something that blocked his view of the members of his forces that were somewhere behind that massive body. "I have news on the plans you've made for the saiyans."
"Oh," Freeza turned around in his hover chair, his eyes opened. He wasn't too excited about the prospect, the monkeys weren't too important, but they were good at the jobs with little fuss. It was with the command from above that sealed their fate, but he would be lying if it were to be said he was sad they were going. They were only filthy monkeys after all. "I was under the impression that we were still over a year off from Planet Vegeta, what could have changed?"
In fact, they stopped on this world only because it would be a waste not to knock off planets on their list on their way over to Planet Vegeta. More productive to deal with them now, while on travel there than to go back for them.
"We have reports that the Elery, the saiyan queen, will be engaging in a training mission."
"That is news," Freeza threw his glass elegantly at Zarbon, who caught it without issue. "Tell me, Zarbon," his pink hands came together in a fashion that meant that the fingertips were meeting each other. "Do we have anyone that could… how should I say... deal with her in that area?"
"Not," Zarbon placed his hand onto his hip, his pose broadcasting that he was thinking deeply about the issue. "If the training is what I think it is, sire," At the look that he was getting Zarbon quickly elaborated. "Saiyans only have one type of training mission, that is for their disgusting monkey form." The blue man made a waving motion across his nose.
"I see," Freeza nodded, his eyes looking up to the sky. "And the Ginyu Force is further away than we are?" There was a hopeful tone to the galactic ruler. After all, even transformed no saiyan could match the Captain of that team.
"Sadly they are much too far to get to her before she is due back to Planet Vegeta."
There was silence in the room, Freeza had a frown on his face. That only everyone who wasn't him nervous at the prospect at what would happen when this monster got too mad. That was when something surprising happened.
Dodoria had an idea.
"I may have… a group in mind."
"Really," Freeza turned his attention back to his pink lieutenant. In fact, everyone had turned their attention to him. "I'm surprised that you didn't offer them straight away," A pink finger tapped his chin. "In fact, I'm not aware of anyone else in our organization with the power to match her in that form?"
Like always one must speak quickly and clearly so that they don't incur the Emperor's wrath.
"That is because they are outside agents," Dodoria's massive frame shrugged, and the smile on his face told the room that he was sure that he had some revolutionary idea here. "They've been looking to get an in with us, but our people haven't found a mission to give them that would suit their level of power."
"Interesting, are you sure that they are up to the task?"
"Oh, not in their normal forms, but saiyans aren't the only race that transforms."
"We have lost prestige in the past few centuries," The one speaking was a tall man, standing above most other people at a solid 8 feet tall, and his clothes were something that wouldn't be out of place on a pirate from a Hollywoodized 17th century. He was standing at a podium. "When once we were a race that was unmatched in the universe for power." There was a deep breath as the man looked out towards a massive crowd of hundreds of people, his long orange hair swaying in the air behind him like a cape. "Years ago we lost the greatest of us, it was a devastating loss." He gave them a downcasted look, which they soon mirrored, but one among the crowd screamed:
"Praise Bojack!"
"Yes!" The original speaker raised his arms and his tone was that of reverence. "Praise Bojack!"
"Praise Bojack!" Everyone responded to him.
"I do believe, just like many of you, that he will return one day," More cheers followed this, many of the crowd sporting bloodthirsty grins. "But until that day, we must crawl, we must force ourselves into our rightful place in the universe. To be worthy of his legacy!"
The cheers had become deafening in their volume.
"We may not surpass the likes of Freeza and his kin," The phrase was said with such venom, that even the crowd was slightly taken aback by it. "But I will not let us fall any further! We must draw a line here!"
"What do you say to the rumors that even the saiyan King's woman surpasses you?"
The would-be questioner was vapourised without any clear sign of movement by the speaker. There was a deadly silence in the room, none wanted to incur their leader's wrath. Green skin glistened as the speaker took the mic from the podium, and leaped into the crowd, the people scurrying away like rodents.
"I will have no interruptions," He glared across at all of them. "On the subject of that gross rumor… I plan on proving it wrong." The smile that was mixed with this sentence caused nothing but confusion for the people now around him.
"You see, I have been given the location to where the female, this Queen will be next," He twirled a finger into the air. "I shall go there, I will kill her and then we will move on to take the planet Vegeta itself!"
A massive roar of approval rang out from the crowd. Finally, a goal that their people could achieve, finally, they would reclaim their rightful place as the galaxy's strongest race. The saiyan race had become too powerful for their taste, they were to close to overtaking them if it wasn't for their lack of numbers.
The Race of Hera would not allow their place in the universe to fall any further. Aku would ensure of that.
Author's Note: No this is not a crossover with Samurai Jack. It's just how the Race of Hera are named in the one movie that they come from but that is a lot to get into, so let's leave that only if someone asks me to elaborate.
But anycase, happy holidays guys/gals!
SV Note: Alot of edits for this one. I didn't notice the literally mountain of mistakes that were left unnoticed on the original posting.
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Chapter 14
- Location
- Ireland
(Raditz: Elery's ship)
The Queen's ship wasn't a tight fit for us all, which had more to do with the size of the ship than the number of us. It also had fewer rooms than I expected, Freeza's ship had two medical bays, one room for him, one for Zarbon and Dodoria and a regular soldiers barracks. That wasn't how Elery's had her ship was laid out.
This ship had a massive room for the entrance, it no doubt was the biggest room on the ship. The only other room that would be comparable in size would the four separate engine rooms.
That was apparently a safety feature.
I would have thought that having them separated like that would be an issue when it came to quick repairs, but what do I know? Or as Peppa tells me, I'm not Toma, the shipping guy. So I should stop trying to critique ship design.
Fair… I suppose.
The other rooms were built for storage and freeze traveling. By which I mean Cryo beds, and a single med-bay with four, maybe five Healing tanks. All in all, this was a good ship. Without any weapons. So, we better hope that we have some spacesuits on board.
"You've been staring out at nothing for the last five minutes," Peppa knocked into my side with her elbow. I think that has become her favorite method of getting anyone's attention. "I think that it's starting to get to Turles, he is looking nervous!"
Indeed, Turles was looking plenty nervous. Maybe it was because Prince Vegeta was on the ship while he had been bad-mouthing him. Not the smartest thing that he could have done. Maybe I should have let Nappa take him out? No, Turles looks too much like Dad for me to be comfortable with that idea.
"Cheer up," I slapped his back. Time to tease him relentlessly. "It's not like you insulted a kid with the power to vaporize you, and the temper to do so. Not at all."
"Laugh it up." He rolled his eyes. Time to play the game.
"Oh, I will," I placed an arm around his shoulder, grabbing him into a one-armed hug. "Especially, as we spend about a… month. Just waiting for Vegeta to take you down."
"Sorry, what?" There was the look. The one where he has realized just what this situation he'd put himself into.
"Well," I took my arm off him, walking a bit further ahead so that I could turn back around to be face-to-face with him. "Let's just say that you should sleep with one eye open."
What happened next was so quick that even I didn't have time to respond to it. Turles was blasted with enough force that I could see the grey armor bits just evaporate into the yellow energy he had been shot with. He rammed into a wall, the upper part of his armor was broken off and there was a visible hole in his chest, having ripped through his armor, while also showing the wall behind him. He could survive if treated soon enough.
"There," Vegeta threw his cape to the ground. Covering the space between us. "Now that he's dealt with we can get to our business." I think he wanted my attention.
"Peppa," I instead gave that to a more immediate matter. "Get Turles to a Healing Tank."
"What? Come on," She whined but picked him up by the shoulder anyway. "Of course I would miss the rematch of the week." Not going to ask her why it's of 'the week' right now, and given that we are in space. I would have to tread carefully with this.
(Gine)
"I've been wondering?" Gine spoke up to Elery. It was the first time they had spoken since the ship had lifted off. The soon-to-be mother of two just radiated nervousness, hence the question asking if more questions could be asked.
"Wondering what? My shoe size?" Elery had a little laugh, something that had Nappa glance at her uncomfortably from the side. "Come on, I'm just teasing you. You can ask me anything you want." She gave what was supposed to be an easy smile.
Gine found that it reminded her of something far colder.
"I was just wondering how…" Gine smiled, it was an alarmingly gentle smile. One that took the Queen off guard by how quick and easy it looked. "... someone that had the same patron as me did ended up as royalty."
"Brocco is a sub-standard trainer, carer," The smaller woman started to list things off with her fingers, each point was punctuated by a flick of a single finger. "And was basically just substandard in every regard."
"Yeah, that."
"I got where I am by being one of the better choices for the role," Elery turned to the viewport. Her face looked like she was thinking of better times. Unlike her early smiles, this one seemed much more genuine. "I got to be one of the better choices by throwing away everything that old coot taught us. By throwing myself into the most dangerous missions I could find."
"So you were the best?"
"Something like that." There was an edge to her voice, something that was left hanging, left unsaid. It was such a sudden shift of mood that even Gine noticed something left unmentioned. Frankly, it gnawed at the back of Gine's mind. Like that itch at the back of your throat or the roof of the mouth. One that you knew that you shouldn't scratch. It just made things worse.
"So… " But Gine didn't really care about those sort of feelings. Otherwise, she would never have gone working for the meat factories or have bagged Bardock. "King Vegeta found you to be the best-"
Then, thankfully for the mother of Raditz, there was a rather messy and noisy interruption to the talk.
"Hey, I've gotten lost," Peppa popped up out of the doorway. She was holding the rather bloody Turles on her shoulder. "Which way to the med-bay?"
"Oh, Peppa," Gine was aghast. "What did you do this time?"
"Hey!" The girl gave a delighted grin, but one that also showed that she was taken back by the Gine's question. "This wasn't me…"
"..."
"...this time"
(Vegeta)
Without any protests from the girl, Peppa, if I've heard from their talk right, left us to our business. This was to be a talk between two warriors. A weakling like her, well, let's just say that she didn't have any place in these proceedings. And only the strong had any real agency.
I made sure to pay attention to my scouter because I had set it to silent, that way it wouldn't draw any of this moron's attention to my reading of his power. I could see the same thing that I saw from the recordings that were taken of our fight. Rarely did it stay stable, it would go from 4k to 5k and back again. Was Raditz holding back his power? Or was just not capable of bringing forth all of it unless he was motivated?
Interesting, but I found that I was disappointed.
"You know," I started talking first. Sure that he wouldn't attack me, because of just how soft this boy was. I am honestly surprised he even survived his meeting with Lord Slug. Beating him like this would be pointless. "I will admit that I underestimated you in our fight. You put up a far better fight than I thought you would."
"By beating the shit into you?" I'd noticed that Raditz had a really odd accent, it was the perfect fit for his disrespectful attitude. But I was confused by it. Raditz talked in a manner that was nothing like his father or even my own. Oh, there were hints, but for someone that was raised like I was, Raditz has a unique accent. I wonder who he picked it up from.
"No," I didn't need to start a fight with him here. I just underestimated his softness. Didn't think that he would find me punishing that scum to be a bad thing. "I only lost that fight because I didn't take you seriously, don't think that the next time I won't leave you like your friend back there!"
Now to see if he takes the bait.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." There we go, his power level was 6,000 now, and given that he hadn't used that orange technique of his yet, I imagine that he hadn't revealed his full might to me yet. Raditz just can't hide his power very well when angry. Vegeta thought that was good to know. "You're still doing it now."
HOW DARE HE ACT SO SUPERIOR! I AM HIS PRINCE!
"Oh, I think I understand the limits of your strength now," I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I can see his defeat was within my reach, once we arrive on the planet I shall enact my plan. It was a simple one, I really needed to face him away from where others could be hurt, or where they could help with his morale. I also need to keep him from acting rashly, as he will be more likely to make mistakes. Mind you, his mother being here was not something that I had considered, but having dealt with one of his friends. "While you have yet to see the peak of mine."
The rest won't be an issue.
"Look, we both know that fighting here would just end up with us all dead," Raditz spoke with that accent strange again. His voice seemed to reach higher pitches on top of just how odd he sounded. I couldn't tell if he was excited or afraid because of his accent. "We're just too strong for spaceship fights."
"That is true," I'll give him that. Fighting right here would kill us both, with neither of us surviving, not something I wanted. No, I will achieve a complete victory, I'll wait for him when we reach the planet. Then I will prove that I am the greatest Saiyan warrior of our generation. Not this lucky low-class clown. I mean look at his hair, it was ridiculous.
More like a blanket than hair!
"That's good to know. I look forward to our fight there."
"What?" Can he read minds? How is that possible?
"Its pretty possible, like isn't there... a Ginyu Force member who can freeze time?" There was a smugness to his voice that I just couldn't stand. Made me want to smash his face into the ground. Low-Class scum. "Anyway, I can't read minds... At least not yet, no you're talking about things out loud."
"I am," Damn it. "Of course I am you peasant! As the Prince of All Saiyans, I see no need to be sneaking around."
"That's good… so see you later!"
With those words, the coward ran off. His steps had no visible worry to them, but I knew that deep down he was deathly afraid. Especially given that he was shaking, I doubt that he was shaking due to the great excitement of our rematch. That would be too much like one of my class. The lower class could never achieve my temperament. That hunger for battle with strong opponents.
(Aku)
It was an average, normal world. At least in terms of how an average world looked. It didn't have fertile land, nor was gravity above standard. It had an array of environments, deserts, arctics, grassy plains, and even forests! But it did have an issue with that second one.
The desert had started to creep over the rest of the world.
So, basically given the technology that most have in the galaxy this world was worthless for colonization. It had no real value to an organization like the Planet Trade Organisation, who just couldn't do anything with it. There were some oddities, like the abandoned buildings that showed that there once was a society that lived on this world, but as far as anyone could figure out it seemed that they had died off to disease or improper breeding protocols. What morons.
But it made for a perfect spot for Saiyans to train those dreadful monkey bodies of theirs.
Well, I suppose they could also sell it off to someone that didn't know any better, but that was not a good strategy for any long-term businesses to take. Especially if they wanted buyers that would pay good money for worthwhile goods. No one was going to pay you much if they thought that the product was crap.
"Master Aku," One of my underlings, a young girl named Gyaku after the mythical Zangya, a companion of her glorious savior Bojack, spoke up. "We have set up a perimeter where it is projected that the saiyans will arrive. Do you have any further orders master?"
"None," I told her plainly, keeping my words short. A leader must always keep their orders short. That way they allow those orders to be interpreted by his minions, then should anything happen to the leader the minions can still think for themselves or at least that was what the Great Bojack is said to have written. "But tell me, child. How old are you now?"
"This is my twelfth year, sir!" She bowed her head. Gyaku was certainly dedicated, not many of their people signed up at such an young age. Certainly not many would be wearing the standard uniform of their army when as an elite member of his personal guard they were allowed complete freedom. "And I hope to serve many more years to come!"
A blue coat that had black buttons to the one side, a black neck collar with gold designs and trims that ended below where an Adam's apple would on a male. She also had a pair of white pants, with an elegant gold trim going around it. Gyaku had finished this look off with a short haircut, that ended around her ears.
It wasn't a bad look on her, even if it made her look more adorable than mature. Unlike his own more free-form appearance that was typical of the higher levels of his society, an attempt to mimic their savior, the standard army uniform was a formal thing.
"Tell me, Gyaku," I wonder how she will respond to my questions? I wonder how she thinks? "Do you know why this… queen has to die?"
"She will stand as an example," Gyaku looked at me straight in the eye, which meant that she was staring at me from about three to four feet below me. I think she was nervous about my attention. Children worried too much about these sort of things. "Too many rivals to your power in the universe could make our people think that you aren't leading us in the right direction."
"Yes, but why her? Why are the men back home interested in seeing her dead?"
"I don't understand, sir," A shame, but not one that couldn't be dealt with. After all, disciples must be taught, not all of them can grasp everything instinctively. "If she could be a threat to us, then she must be dealt with!"
"What about Freeza?" I suppose that I must bring up the obvious example to her. It's best to teach lessons with big and simple comparisons. "Why not him? or the Saiyan king?"
I watched her frown. Then her deep blue eyes went to the left briefly, thinking of the question that she was asked.
"Is this because he's much too powerful for us?" I waited for a few seconds, that would let her pool over her answer. I wouldn't be giving her the answers to this. I wanted her to come up with the answer herself. "No," Her short orange hair bounced about, shaking in a negative. This was a promising behavior. "That couldn't be it, because the king is within your ability."
"Go on." She had found the fault. Let's see if she can link everything together.
"Could be that it's about setting an example of your power to us," She was getting excited about this now. Especially as she was grasping for an answer. "Because ultimately the Saiyan king's woman is not important, given that she has given birth to the heir already the heirs born."
"Exactly!" I snapped my fingers, grabbing her attention away from her thoughts and to me. It was time for the real test. "And what does she have to herself?" I need to get this next bit off the top of her head.
"Power?"
"Yes, so her death means nothing."
"The perfect example to show our people your might, Master." She bowed her head again. I think I found the child I have been looking for!
"Yes, that is right." But she didn't get everything. That made me a bit sad, but it was to be expected from Gyaku, she's only started to learn the things that she needs to. Gyaku just needs a bit more time, a bit more pressure. Some personal tutelage. Then I would have what I was looking for. A suitable heir.
I just needed to test her to make sure. Mistakes can't be made.
(Toma: Planet Vegeta)
Toma hadn't thought that this was the situation he would end up in when Bardock wanted to show him something. He had assumed that Bardock had wanted to show him a new move, perhaps that moon thing that he had been researching and experimenting with a little while ago.
Not this.
"Hey Toma," Bardock groaned from his place on the ground. "Don't step into the room. I'm having a bit of an issue."
"I can see that," The downed Saiyan's second in command took a look around the room Bardock was in. Without stepping into it. He could see the large, scratches, the black marks, and the chunks of the floor that had been ripped up. "You know that this room couldn't have been built for this level of… force."
"Yeah, I know that," Bardock forced his hands onto the floor, shoving himself to his knees. "Just… use that scouter of yours to turn off the gravity," Bardock looked to the side. "I may have set it to be a bit higher than I meant to."
"How did you do that?" Toma pressed a button on his scouter. Thankfully, Bardock had him set this kind of function up, just in case these sort of issues were to pop up.
"Look the numbers are confusing," Came a grumble from the grouchy Saiyan. "Why can't the rest of the universe use ours as the standard."
"No way, that ain't going to happen," Toma walked over to the console so that he can look at what the number was before he knocked it off. "Bardock this is at 100x standard gravity, how did you do that?"
"Well, I set the numbers so that it used our standard measurement of gravity, but it seems a bug showed up."
"What bug?"
"I said 10x gravity so that it would go back to normal, but instead I got rammed into the floor."
"..."
"What?" Bardock was confused by the blank stare from Toma. Almost like the other Saiyan was disappointed. "Come on, what's the issue?" Toma left the room at this. Wondering if this was what he was going to deal with constantly in his life.
He knew that he should have listened to his matron. Learning Engineering just had people make you deal with their dumb mistakes with technology.
Author's Note: I really need to keep a mind that I have an account here. I forgot all about the fact that I'd been posting chapters here. This story is one that I've resumed since I forgot to finish posting it here. So there's a lot of content to post. I can't recall off the top of my head how long this story ends up being.
But there's a good deal to get through.
I'm tempted to fix some of the inherent issues I had during this portion of the story more than I had done prior. As after this arc, I'd stopped using 1st pov for characters other than Proditz for the story. I did go back and fix a massive chunk fo the mid-section of this narrative when I'd nearly finished this story overall, which is the version you'll see here.
But I don't think I should massively change my vision just for the version posted here. So for now, this will continue with multiple 1st pov till it doesn't. We'll see how I feel later on.
This chapter was originally beta'd by Private Writer over on spacebattles, so I'd like to keep the credit they rightly deserve for their efforts toward that. Even if I touched this up a bit more since then, more than once myself. I think that speaks to my flaws more than theirs. Anyway, I'll try and get this all up in time enough.
The Queen's ship wasn't a tight fit for us all, which had more to do with the size of the ship than the number of us. It also had fewer rooms than I expected, Freeza's ship had two medical bays, one room for him, one for Zarbon and Dodoria and a regular soldiers barracks. That wasn't how Elery's had her ship was laid out.
This ship had a massive room for the entrance, it no doubt was the biggest room on the ship. The only other room that would be comparable in size would the four separate engine rooms.
That was apparently a safety feature.
I would have thought that having them separated like that would be an issue when it came to quick repairs, but what do I know? Or as Peppa tells me, I'm not Toma, the shipping guy. So I should stop trying to critique ship design.
Fair… I suppose.
The other rooms were built for storage and freeze traveling. By which I mean Cryo beds, and a single med-bay with four, maybe five Healing tanks. All in all, this was a good ship. Without any weapons. So, we better hope that we have some spacesuits on board.
"You've been staring out at nothing for the last five minutes," Peppa knocked into my side with her elbow. I think that has become her favorite method of getting anyone's attention. "I think that it's starting to get to Turles, he is looking nervous!"
Indeed, Turles was looking plenty nervous. Maybe it was because Prince Vegeta was on the ship while he had been bad-mouthing him. Not the smartest thing that he could have done. Maybe I should have let Nappa take him out? No, Turles looks too much like Dad for me to be comfortable with that idea.
"Cheer up," I slapped his back. Time to tease him relentlessly. "It's not like you insulted a kid with the power to vaporize you, and the temper to do so. Not at all."
"Laugh it up." He rolled his eyes. Time to play the game.
"Oh, I will," I placed an arm around his shoulder, grabbing him into a one-armed hug. "Especially, as we spend about a… month. Just waiting for Vegeta to take you down."
"Sorry, what?" There was the look. The one where he has realized just what this situation he'd put himself into.
"Well," I took my arm off him, walking a bit further ahead so that I could turn back around to be face-to-face with him. "Let's just say that you should sleep with one eye open."
What happened next was so quick that even I didn't have time to respond to it. Turles was blasted with enough force that I could see the grey armor bits just evaporate into the yellow energy he had been shot with. He rammed into a wall, the upper part of his armor was broken off and there was a visible hole in his chest, having ripped through his armor, while also showing the wall behind him. He could survive if treated soon enough.
"There," Vegeta threw his cape to the ground. Covering the space between us. "Now that he's dealt with we can get to our business." I think he wanted my attention.
"Peppa," I instead gave that to a more immediate matter. "Get Turles to a Healing Tank."
"What? Come on," She whined but picked him up by the shoulder anyway. "Of course I would miss the rematch of the week." Not going to ask her why it's of 'the week' right now, and given that we are in space. I would have to tread carefully with this.
(Gine)
"I've been wondering?" Gine spoke up to Elery. It was the first time they had spoken since the ship had lifted off. The soon-to-be mother of two just radiated nervousness, hence the question asking if more questions could be asked.
"Wondering what? My shoe size?" Elery had a little laugh, something that had Nappa glance at her uncomfortably from the side. "Come on, I'm just teasing you. You can ask me anything you want." She gave what was supposed to be an easy smile.
Gine found that it reminded her of something far colder.
"I was just wondering how…" Gine smiled, it was an alarmingly gentle smile. One that took the Queen off guard by how quick and easy it looked. "... someone that had the same patron as me did ended up as royalty."
"Brocco is a sub-standard trainer, carer," The smaller woman started to list things off with her fingers, each point was punctuated by a flick of a single finger. "And was basically just substandard in every regard."
"Yeah, that."
"I got where I am by being one of the better choices for the role," Elery turned to the viewport. Her face looked like she was thinking of better times. Unlike her early smiles, this one seemed much more genuine. "I got to be one of the better choices by throwing away everything that old coot taught us. By throwing myself into the most dangerous missions I could find."
"So you were the best?"
"Something like that." There was an edge to her voice, something that was left hanging, left unsaid. It was such a sudden shift of mood that even Gine noticed something left unmentioned. Frankly, it gnawed at the back of Gine's mind. Like that itch at the back of your throat or the roof of the mouth. One that you knew that you shouldn't scratch. It just made things worse.
"So… " But Gine didn't really care about those sort of feelings. Otherwise, she would never have gone working for the meat factories or have bagged Bardock. "King Vegeta found you to be the best-"
Then, thankfully for the mother of Raditz, there was a rather messy and noisy interruption to the talk.
"Hey, I've gotten lost," Peppa popped up out of the doorway. She was holding the rather bloody Turles on her shoulder. "Which way to the med-bay?"
"Oh, Peppa," Gine was aghast. "What did you do this time?"
"Hey!" The girl gave a delighted grin, but one that also showed that she was taken back by the Gine's question. "This wasn't me…"
"..."
"...this time"
(Vegeta)
Without any protests from the girl, Peppa, if I've heard from their talk right, left us to our business. This was to be a talk between two warriors. A weakling like her, well, let's just say that she didn't have any place in these proceedings. And only the strong had any real agency.
I made sure to pay attention to my scouter because I had set it to silent, that way it wouldn't draw any of this moron's attention to my reading of his power. I could see the same thing that I saw from the recordings that were taken of our fight. Rarely did it stay stable, it would go from 4k to 5k and back again. Was Raditz holding back his power? Or was just not capable of bringing forth all of it unless he was motivated?
Interesting, but I found that I was disappointed.
"You know," I started talking first. Sure that he wouldn't attack me, because of just how soft this boy was. I am honestly surprised he even survived his meeting with Lord Slug. Beating him like this would be pointless. "I will admit that I underestimated you in our fight. You put up a far better fight than I thought you would."
"By beating the shit into you?" I'd noticed that Raditz had a really odd accent, it was the perfect fit for his disrespectful attitude. But I was confused by it. Raditz talked in a manner that was nothing like his father or even my own. Oh, there were hints, but for someone that was raised like I was, Raditz has a unique accent. I wonder who he picked it up from.
"No," I didn't need to start a fight with him here. I just underestimated his softness. Didn't think that he would find me punishing that scum to be a bad thing. "I only lost that fight because I didn't take you seriously, don't think that the next time I won't leave you like your friend back there!"
Now to see if he takes the bait.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." There we go, his power level was 6,000 now, and given that he hadn't used that orange technique of his yet, I imagine that he hadn't revealed his full might to me yet. Raditz just can't hide his power very well when angry. Vegeta thought that was good to know. "You're still doing it now."
HOW DARE HE ACT SO SUPERIOR! I AM HIS PRINCE!
"Oh, I think I understand the limits of your strength now," I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I can see his defeat was within my reach, once we arrive on the planet I shall enact my plan. It was a simple one, I really needed to face him away from where others could be hurt, or where they could help with his morale. I also need to keep him from acting rashly, as he will be more likely to make mistakes. Mind you, his mother being here was not something that I had considered, but having dealt with one of his friends. "While you have yet to see the peak of mine."
The rest won't be an issue.
"Look, we both know that fighting here would just end up with us all dead," Raditz spoke with that accent strange again. His voice seemed to reach higher pitches on top of just how odd he sounded. I couldn't tell if he was excited or afraid because of his accent. "We're just too strong for spaceship fights."
"That is true," I'll give him that. Fighting right here would kill us both, with neither of us surviving, not something I wanted. No, I will achieve a complete victory, I'll wait for him when we reach the planet. Then I will prove that I am the greatest Saiyan warrior of our generation. Not this lucky low-class clown. I mean look at his hair, it was ridiculous.
More like a blanket than hair!
"That's good to know. I look forward to our fight there."
"What?" Can he read minds? How is that possible?
"Its pretty possible, like isn't there... a Ginyu Force member who can freeze time?" There was a smugness to his voice that I just couldn't stand. Made me want to smash his face into the ground. Low-Class scum. "Anyway, I can't read minds... At least not yet, no you're talking about things out loud."
"I am," Damn it. "Of course I am you peasant! As the Prince of All Saiyans, I see no need to be sneaking around."
"That's good… so see you later!"
With those words, the coward ran off. His steps had no visible worry to them, but I knew that deep down he was deathly afraid. Especially given that he was shaking, I doubt that he was shaking due to the great excitement of our rematch. That would be too much like one of my class. The lower class could never achieve my temperament. That hunger for battle with strong opponents.
(Aku)
It was an average, normal world. At least in terms of how an average world looked. It didn't have fertile land, nor was gravity above standard. It had an array of environments, deserts, arctics, grassy plains, and even forests! But it did have an issue with that second one.
The desert had started to creep over the rest of the world.
So, basically given the technology that most have in the galaxy this world was worthless for colonization. It had no real value to an organization like the Planet Trade Organisation, who just couldn't do anything with it. There were some oddities, like the abandoned buildings that showed that there once was a society that lived on this world, but as far as anyone could figure out it seemed that they had died off to disease or improper breeding protocols. What morons.
But it made for a perfect spot for Saiyans to train those dreadful monkey bodies of theirs.
Well, I suppose they could also sell it off to someone that didn't know any better, but that was not a good strategy for any long-term businesses to take. Especially if they wanted buyers that would pay good money for worthwhile goods. No one was going to pay you much if they thought that the product was crap.
"Master Aku," One of my underlings, a young girl named Gyaku after the mythical Zangya, a companion of her glorious savior Bojack, spoke up. "We have set up a perimeter where it is projected that the saiyans will arrive. Do you have any further orders master?"
"None," I told her plainly, keeping my words short. A leader must always keep their orders short. That way they allow those orders to be interpreted by his minions, then should anything happen to the leader the minions can still think for themselves or at least that was what the Great Bojack is said to have written. "But tell me, child. How old are you now?"
"This is my twelfth year, sir!" She bowed her head. Gyaku was certainly dedicated, not many of their people signed up at such an young age. Certainly not many would be wearing the standard uniform of their army when as an elite member of his personal guard they were allowed complete freedom. "And I hope to serve many more years to come!"
A blue coat that had black buttons to the one side, a black neck collar with gold designs and trims that ended below where an Adam's apple would on a male. She also had a pair of white pants, with an elegant gold trim going around it. Gyaku had finished this look off with a short haircut, that ended around her ears.
It wasn't a bad look on her, even if it made her look more adorable than mature. Unlike his own more free-form appearance that was typical of the higher levels of his society, an attempt to mimic their savior, the standard army uniform was a formal thing.
"Tell me, Gyaku," I wonder how she will respond to my questions? I wonder how she thinks? "Do you know why this… queen has to die?"
"She will stand as an example," Gyaku looked at me straight in the eye, which meant that she was staring at me from about three to four feet below me. I think she was nervous about my attention. Children worried too much about these sort of things. "Too many rivals to your power in the universe could make our people think that you aren't leading us in the right direction."
"Yes, but why her? Why are the men back home interested in seeing her dead?"
"I don't understand, sir," A shame, but not one that couldn't be dealt with. After all, disciples must be taught, not all of them can grasp everything instinctively. "If she could be a threat to us, then she must be dealt with!"
"What about Freeza?" I suppose that I must bring up the obvious example to her. It's best to teach lessons with big and simple comparisons. "Why not him? or the Saiyan king?"
I watched her frown. Then her deep blue eyes went to the left briefly, thinking of the question that she was asked.
"Is this because he's much too powerful for us?" I waited for a few seconds, that would let her pool over her answer. I wouldn't be giving her the answers to this. I wanted her to come up with the answer herself. "No," Her short orange hair bounced about, shaking in a negative. This was a promising behavior. "That couldn't be it, because the king is within your ability."
"Go on." She had found the fault. Let's see if she can link everything together.
"Could be that it's about setting an example of your power to us," She was getting excited about this now. Especially as she was grasping for an answer. "Because ultimately the Saiyan king's woman is not important, given that she has given birth to the heir already the heirs born."
"Exactly!" I snapped my fingers, grabbing her attention away from her thoughts and to me. It was time for the real test. "And what does she have to herself?" I need to get this next bit off the top of her head.
"Power?"
"Yes, so her death means nothing."
"The perfect example to show our people your might, Master." She bowed her head again. I think I found the child I have been looking for!
"Yes, that is right." But she didn't get everything. That made me a bit sad, but it was to be expected from Gyaku, she's only started to learn the things that she needs to. Gyaku just needs a bit more time, a bit more pressure. Some personal tutelage. Then I would have what I was looking for. A suitable heir.
I just needed to test her to make sure. Mistakes can't be made.
(Toma: Planet Vegeta)
Toma hadn't thought that this was the situation he would end up in when Bardock wanted to show him something. He had assumed that Bardock had wanted to show him a new move, perhaps that moon thing that he had been researching and experimenting with a little while ago.
Not this.
"Hey Toma," Bardock groaned from his place on the ground. "Don't step into the room. I'm having a bit of an issue."
"I can see that," The downed Saiyan's second in command took a look around the room Bardock was in. Without stepping into it. He could see the large, scratches, the black marks, and the chunks of the floor that had been ripped up. "You know that this room couldn't have been built for this level of… force."
"Yeah, I know that," Bardock forced his hands onto the floor, shoving himself to his knees. "Just… use that scouter of yours to turn off the gravity," Bardock looked to the side. "I may have set it to be a bit higher than I meant to."
"How did you do that?" Toma pressed a button on his scouter. Thankfully, Bardock had him set this kind of function up, just in case these sort of issues were to pop up.
"Look the numbers are confusing," Came a grumble from the grouchy Saiyan. "Why can't the rest of the universe use ours as the standard."
"No way, that ain't going to happen," Toma walked over to the console so that he can look at what the number was before he knocked it off. "Bardock this is at 100x standard gravity, how did you do that?"
"Well, I set the numbers so that it used our standard measurement of gravity, but it seems a bug showed up."
"What bug?"
"I said 10x gravity so that it would go back to normal, but instead I got rammed into the floor."
"..."
"What?" Bardock was confused by the blank stare from Toma. Almost like the other Saiyan was disappointed. "Come on, what's the issue?" Toma left the room at this. Wondering if this was what he was going to deal with constantly in his life.
He knew that he should have listened to his matron. Learning Engineering just had people make you deal with their dumb mistakes with technology.
Author's Note: I really need to keep a mind that I have an account here. I forgot all about the fact that I'd been posting chapters here. This story is one that I've resumed since I forgot to finish posting it here. So there's a lot of content to post. I can't recall off the top of my head how long this story ends up being.
But there's a good deal to get through.
I'm tempted to fix some of the inherent issues I had during this portion of the story more than I had done prior. As after this arc, I'd stopped using 1st pov for characters other than Proditz for the story. I did go back and fix a massive chunk fo the mid-section of this narrative when I'd nearly finished this story overall, which is the version you'll see here.
But I don't think I should massively change my vision just for the version posted here. So for now, this will continue with multiple 1st pov till it doesn't. We'll see how I feel later on.
This chapter was originally beta'd by Private Writer over on spacebattles, so I'd like to keep the credit they rightly deserve for their efforts toward that. Even if I touched this up a bit more since then, more than once myself. I think that speaks to my flaws more than theirs. Anyway, I'll try and get this all up in time enough.
StrangerDanger51
Novice Writer
- Location
- New Zealand
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Ah. He set it to multiply the current gravity by 10, not to return the settings to 10x normal gravity.
Easy mistake to make.
- Location
- Ireland
Maybe it's due to the rewrites I did way back when. But would surprise you if I said, at first no one understood that at all.
Chapter 15
- Location
- Ireland
(Raditz: Elery's Ship)
I was waiting near the med-bay. Apparently, it would just take another ten minutes for Turles to get out of the Healing Tank, luckily this was just as we had landed on the planet. So at least he won't miss out, but I hope that this taught him a lesson. Though knowing him, it may have taught him the wrong thing.
I think this planet was called Comlea? Odd that name sounded familiar. The world was chosen due to its unique property of having a high number of lunar bodies. Meaning lots of full moons, and loads of monkey time. As far as I am aware it used to be inhabited by some race of skilled warriors in the not too distant past. I haven't been able to find their name, but I did find out who killed them all.
King Cold.
That was a chilling event to read about. To hear of the result, that a mighty race fell at the feet of a member of that family, and to think that there even was a reason for that monster to get involved, and personally on top of that. To see even from this position high above that world, the result of that fight down there. There was just a massive black scar across the globe, a black dessert that stained the world. What a race that must have lived here.
What must that fight have been like?
A large beep from Turles's tank took me from these thoughts. The older boy stepped out of the tank, poking at the hole in his grey armor with a look that just radiated fascination. For a few seconds, I watched him as he opened his hands, staring at them with that same look. Then I noticed what was happened.
"Is this how you feel, Raditz?" Turles asked me. There was a lightness to his tone, one that I had never heard from him before. "Is this what strength truly is?"
It was pure childlike wonder.
"I suppose it feels different for everyone," I tapped my scouter for a reading. It was a big enough one that I was concerned. "Strength is a personal thing. What you're feeling is just… excitement. It was a smaller jump for me."
"In comparison or have I surpassed you?" There was a look to his eyes. I didn't like it. He could feel my power, but couldn't tell my max due to my power being suppressed. "Because I really want to test my new power."
Dangerous thoughts, but I won't humor him.
"There will be time for that," I told him. It was a worrying me that now the ranking of power between me, him and Peppa had been displaced, but I won't let him in on that. "First thing we should do is get ready for our training, once we ha-"
"Tell me, what is my power level?"
"..."
"Well, tell me!" There was a mad glee to him now. It was like someone that was coming to grips with being invincible, which, given that he isn't. That would be a dumb way to act.
"8,000." It's not like I could lie to him, Turles would only find out from someone else.
"And what about yours?" There was a look to his eyes as he stepped closer to me, now being within arms reach of me. I didn't much like the look he was giving me, and it made me ask myself.
Why do I want to be friends with Turles?
"Stronger." I wasn't going to reveal my numbers here, not with the possibility that these walls had ears, metaphorically speaking that was. I wanted to stay away from Freeza's radar as a treat, wanted to make it seem like that big leap to beating Vegeta Jr. was the limit of my power. That maybe I'd plateaued early in life.
"Do-" At that moment a random Peppa slammed into my side, stopping the conversation cold.
Her single shoulder guard was digging into my side, due to the angle that she had come at me in. She had a massive smile on her face, and for the first time in a week on this month-long trip, it seemed she had regained her glow of happiness.
Because she was going to go Ape on that world.
"We-" She started to talk, but I shoved her a bit away. That shoulder guard had an edge to it. "Have arrived my minions."
"Your minions?" That was a weird statement coming from the girl who followed me home like a puppy. "Wha-" I started but was interrupted by her booming voice.
"Yes, obviously I'm the young up-and-comer," What is she on about now? "You're the childhood friend and Turles… is something?"
"Couldn't think of anything?"
"Nope?" Peppa puffed up her lips in thought. There was a moment where her eyes just span around the room. This girl needs less sugar. "Still got nothing, he's... " She leaned closer to my ear. Then whispered; "He's a minor character who gets knocked off in the sixteenth chapter."
Well, that was both far too meta and far too wrong of an opinion. At this stage, his power level meant that he was in the same wheelhouse that Vegeta and I were in. The scales between me, Turles, and Peppa had tipped, where it was once two above him. There was now, maybe, one.
If I was lucky.
Peppa grabbed onto my hand with a vice grip dragging me out of the room and into the hall. I could feel the pressure on my arm as I was scraped across the floor. My annoyance only grew when I could hear Turles behind me, laughing quietly.
He'll know my suffering eventually.
"Peppa," I yanked my hand away from hers. It was really time to set at least minimal boundaries up. I do not enjoy this whole pulling Raditz around business that she has been treating me to for a while now. "I don't think that you should be pulling me-"
"Yeah, because we're there now," She turned to me with big eyes. Not sure where she of all people learned that, but I won't focus on that. Wait? There? I looked around me, finding that we had arrived at the entrance room to the ship. On one side of the room, Mom was standing with the Queen, the first looking at me with a look of amusement, the other with confusion. On the other side of the room was Vegeta and Nappa, the two of them looking on with minor interest. "You sure have the oddest times to say things, Dish."
"Dish," The pint-sized Prince snorted out from the size. I took one good look at him, Vegeta wasn't wearing his cape, nor was he wearing the royal symbol. Seemed that he considers our future. "How, childish. I had thought that you were ready for the… adult mission, but if that is how you act girl then you should go back to your kiddy pool."
"What?" Peppa was definitely taken back by Vegeta's odd vehemence about this. In fact, so was I. What the hell was this reaction about. "What ate you out that made you so…"
"Look just ignore Vegetales, Peppa," It would be best if Vegeta's attention was away from her. Especially given his response to Turles earlier. "He's just mad because unlike me, he doesn't have a flawless win record." That got a growl from his royal madness.
"Dish, I've beaten you in a fight before."
"..." God damn it. Stop ruining my cool lines.
"Hahaha," I was startled by the noise coming from that opposite of the ship from Vegeta. Expecting something from the Prince, I was unprepared for the hand that fell onto my shoulder. "Vegetales, did you hear that Nappa?" It was the Queen. Fuck!
"Yeah," The General tapped his chin, looking at my face with a smile. The soon to bald bastard was enjoying this. Then his face shifted, it looked like he had just thought of something. "Hey! Isn't tha-"
"Don't make this weird, Nappa!" Elery suddenly barked out, I could feel Mom hop from the sudden swing in volume. Nappa looked like he was a bit nervous about this reaction, I suppose that he wasn't made general for his good looks.
"Sorry?" I was going to try to bring the mood back down from explosive a bit. I've should try to bring Vegeta's rage away from Peppa by bringing it to me, but by distracting him from what angered him in ways that don't cause us to smash each other's faces.
"Nah, Vegeta needs a bit of name-calling," Her hand finally left my shoulder as she walked over to her son. "It'll get him..." Elery roughly grabbed on the pouting Vegeta's shoulder. "...Ready for dealings with Freeza when he gets older."
That makes sense, but I wonder if this was why she didn't put much effort into killing or punishing Turles back when the guy was bad mouthing Prince. Although it is just as likely that she was just allowing Vegeta to deal with him.
"But I think that it is about time that we start to get ready," Oh, what do we need. We're saiyan warriors, and Mom, some of the most powerful people in the universe. At least on average, there was no need for us to have anything other than our own two hands for training, as ki techniques can handle any situation. "First." She threw a full visor, with a yellow lens at me. "Replace your standard scouter with this."
"Oh," Turles had a rather disturbing grin, in fact, it reminded me of the one that he had on back on the Big Slug Ship. He looked the device up and down as one was thrown at him. "New scouters. Better scanning powers to measure our full power?"
"What? No," There was a shake of the Queen's head, as well as a curl of her lips. "Where would we get those, no these just act as communicators and filter the Blutzwaves out. That way you kids don't go berserk on us the second we land."
"That makes sense," Peppa popped her head over my shoulder. Her hair sticking into my ear. "Even if you can deal with us all like that, it's no reason to make a hassle." That was suspiciously good reasoning from her. What is her game now?
"So we going one at a time?" I got a nod from Queen, as she was now handing Mom her own visor. "Weakest to Strongest."
"That means Turles!"
"Oh, screw you Peppa!"
This was going to be a long trip.
(Gyaku: Comlea)
Gyaku loved the excitement that came from organizing her men, Oh, there were far too many men for her to know the names of, but that didn't mean that she didn't take pride in them. It was also that they were all men in their twenties and thirties while she was twelve, Gyaku just loved lording that over just the select few of them.
"Men, you know the plan," Aku, the twenty-third Great Ravager of the People Under Bojack, was making a speech to the men. Gyaku loved just seeing his hair sway in the wind, the way it curled around his back. She loved long hair. "You know the stakes, but…" He paused and allowed Gyaku to take her idol. "We would not be born as Herans if we were not capable of taking risks. TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT WE RETURN TO THE TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN!"
"HOORAH!"
"Tonight is the night, that we crush our rivals," His arms were in full swing, and Gyaku found his gesturing took away a lot from Aku's mystique. Aku, in her opinion, would have been better off if he had stood still, if he had allowed a microphone to carry his voice rather than have it boomed out by him yelling. "Tonight as a sacrifice for our Lord, for BOJACK! If this goes off without a hitch, then we will have the signal for…"
"BOJACK'S RETURN!" Was the thunderous shout from the crowd.
"That was never discussed with me," Gyaku whispered to herself, taken back by the raw amount of crazed worship. Everyone was screaming and yelling, all waving their hands in the air. "Religious morons."
This was a point in her life that she had never thought would come. She would have to control their glorious leader's zeal at serving a mythical being. Joy. That was why Gyaku had gotten into the military, to get away from the zeal that her parents had become gripped in.
To her, it looked like the speech was now over. Their exalted leader had started on his way over to Gyaku now, a joy in his step that unsettled the girl. She wondered how anyone could be so happy with knowing that they were going to kill someone, or if the information they had was correct five, people.
Just so they would get into fewer arguments. This weakness in her people disgusted her.
"Tell me, child," Aku started to talk, his hand over her as if she was a child. She was twelve now, not a child! "What do think that speech was about?"
"Oh, God!" She thought, running her hands through her short hair. She then quickly took the more reserved pose, that hid her next thoughts. "Why does this, rather good-looking, moron keep asking me questions? This is not what I signed up for!"
"Well," She scratched her chin, it was to give the appearance of Gyaku thinking of an answer. Not that the girl didn't know the answer, just that if she could draw out the first question for long enough then maybe she could make them last so long that Aku would just give up. "It's for morale, boosting them men real goood!" Hopefully, this false persona she was showing him could fool this maniac into thinking that she was a dutiful little girl.
"Exactly," Aku gave her a big toothy grin, filled with the savagery of their messiah figure. "I think that you have a future in the higher levels of our government."
"But you shouldn't." Was the rather peeved thought that Gyaku had, and then she got an idea. An awful idea. Gyaku had a wonderful, awful idea.
(Raditz: Comlea)
We were sitting on top of a desert mound. Watching an event that only saiyans would live to see. Well, I suppose Freeza and Ginyu would also do fine… and King Cold.
"So this is what the great Oozaru looks like from the outside," Peppa sounded like she was in awe. Especially while she was staring up at Mom's rather impressive new form, new for her that is. But I know Peppa and… "I can take her."
"Of course you can," I responded to her. "I bet you are also the Legendary Super Saiyan in disguise, come down from the heavens itself to create a land of nothing but fighting!"
"That was… oddly specific," She smiled at me, finding what I was saying to be funny. "Have you been thinking about me in religious terms for long, Dish?" Peppa openly laughed at my now grimacing face. "No, it's fine… I am rather… divine...dadadhhahahaha"
Was she laughing at her own dumb rhyme? What God did I anger to get stuck with this girl as my friend.
"Ain't we meant to be watching them?" Turles asked us, making sure to point to the show going on in front of us. By the show, I mean the fight before us where the still in base form Elery is single-handedly grappling Mom down to the ground.
"Nah, all the Queen is doing is holding down Mom," I sat on the ground, kicking up some sand onto his shins. "Least till she calms down."
"Yeah, but this is pretty cool to watch," Was Peppa's own contribution to these proceedings. The girl did time that phrase really well because at this moment Elery grabbed Mom's arm and threw her out into the black desert night. Then she elbow-dropped Mom in her giant primate nose as she landed with such speed that I doubt Peppa even saw it. "SO COOL!" Then came a massive explosion of sand.
"I suppose."
Really my biggest regret about this fight was that this visor caused color distortion that I found to be really irritating. The world was this muck of browns and yellows. Deadly to my eyes. I had asked Peppa early how she could deal with this, but apparently, everything looks fine to her.
I looked closer to the fight, it seemed that Mom was now under a certain amount of control. I mean at least it looked like she was calmly looking around the place with curiosity rather than the 'HULK SMASH' thing she had going before.
Now, Mom was just sniffing the Queen. I was reminded of a… Jack Black film? That couldn't be right. It was a giant gorilla film, I don't know if that man fits the bill for such a majestic film. Such creatures needed really dramatic actors to be around them. So that the audience knows, that this being is the greatest thing on Earth.
… I think that being a saiyan has really shifted my priorities on art.
"Oh, she's coming back!" Turles shouted out, his hand was pointing out to the sky.
Indeed she was. Elery was flying towards us at a leisurely pace, there was definitely no rush to get to us. When she gently touched down on the ground, I notice that her armor, unlike ours, wasn't covered in bits of stray sand. I suppose that none stick armor like that is a perk of being a royal.
"Okay, Gine seems to be under control," Elery started to speak to us, but was interrupted by Mom howling up at one of the moons hight in the sky. I took a quick guard stance due to this. "No, that's normal, just ignore it," She explained, so I let my guard down. "Anyway, Peppa is up next, how about you boys have a look around one of the further off ruins, with this one I will need to transform too."
I took one look at the Queen, then to Turles. Nappa and Vegeta had run off earlier to do something like that, but while I was glad that he wasn't around glaring at me, I also didn't like the vibe that I was getting off this place. There was something going on, I didn't like it.
But at the same time, I doubt it was anything that the Queen was up to. In fact, with Turles' recent boost, and the fact that he was more likely to come to my aid in such a situation, she would be a fool to start something with my… group. I could kill Nappa easier than she could kill either of us, and Turles would give no shit about hostages. So that was out and personally, I like my chances now two v two.
Yes, Peppa would be fine with the Queen.
…
Maybe the Queen won't be fine with her though.
(Turles)
I soared through the sky with Raditz, just trailing behind his blue aura with a small smile. It was like a whole new world had just opened up to me. Now that I was in the top percentage of Saiyans it was like the possibilities were endless. I wonder how I matched up to Raditz, deciding to take a peek, so to speak, I closed my eyes and focused.
Damn it. Raditz was still hiding his power from me.
There were spikes that I noticed he would go through. Times that his power would open up to me, I could feel its very reach. Those were not the best for gauging his full power though, not if his fights with Slug or Vegeta were to be believed. He had bursts that shot him up to higher levels of power, and while not the aspect that won them the fight against Slug. It was what won him that fight with Vegeta. I could just feel it, Raditz had the same drive that I did. He was a predator.
I just needed to rid him of that softness.
"Hey, do you feel that?" He asked me, now drifting backward so that he could face me. For now, we stopped in mid-air.
"No," Sadly my ability at sensing power of people was not as refined as Raditz's or even Peppa. That wasn't something that I had to worry about though. In time I would surpass them in this aspect too. "What is it? Vegeta throwing a tantrum." There was someone that I expected more from.
He should have killed me when he had the chance. Now I stood as his equal… no, his superior.
"I don't think it is," There was a frown, Raditz didn't seem to like whatever he was sensing. I continued to try and sense something, or anything but found nothing at the edges of my senses. "They are hiding most of their power, it's just that even that little amount is noticeable on this barren world."
"Oh," That could mean very little. Suppressing power isn't something that many can do, Raditz was the only person that I've met so far that can do that. I certainly couldn't, maybe Peppa was hiding hers as well, but she didn't exhibit any of Raditz's signs. "Are you sure that the rats aren't just weak?"
Anything that calls this place home could be a threat to the likes of us.
"I ca-" He stopped, pausing at the feeling of an ever rising power in the far off distance. Lion's mane here seemed to grimace at this. While I could feel my knees knock together. What the fuck was that? It was like Freeza himself had stepped on this planet. "That's just the Queen." Raditz eventually revealed with a relieved sigh.
"What!" This is what a fully realized Oozaru is capable of? This was just incredible.
"Isn't that exciting?"
Yes, it was. Surely, once I had reached that stage of mastery. There may be no need of a Queen… or any royal family.
(Raditz)
It was a city that wouldn't have been out of place for Fist of the North Star. Ruined streets, asphalt having cracked and broken apart, entire skyscrapers having been cut in half, the top halves tended to be found through other smaller buildings.
Few of the buildings were luckily just old looking. Worn down over time, by the weather and the like. Though the architecture was alien even to my saiyan sensibilities. Well, alien may be the wrong term here, it actually looked like someone had fused the Rain Village from Naruto with pictures that I've seen of New York.
I landed on the top of the building that I could feel those powers in. It was a building that was relatively intact. They were good enough at hiding their power, I'm sure that a scouter wouldn't have been able to find them. I suppose that was where technology failed, and where I succeed. Walking to the door to what I could only presume was a too damaged to be recognized as a stairwell, I was stopped by Turles' hand.
"Why are you going that way?" He asked me. Turles' was wearing that smile that he usually had on. The one that told me he wanted to blow something up. Better to cut this off at the pass.
"Stealth," Really was it that hard to imagine that going down there the easy way, or the hard way depending on how you see it, would be a bad idea. Sneak down there, take whoever by surprise or this was not a trap, then I could have a reasonable talk with whoever's hiding down there…
Oh, I see. Talking was not really Turles' strong suit… Or any other saiyan in fact. Kind of sad to think about, probably why we didn't survive originally. Any survivor that wasn't around Vegeta were too busy yelling about how great they were.
"We want to have every advantage we can," I shrugged at his twitching face. Really this guy needs to get over the power he's gotten recently. It was nothing compared to Freeza never mind to some of the beings that could exist if Slug was any indication. "Never give anything up to the enemy, even if they are dogshit weak." I watched his frown switch to a more neutral position, but one that seemed to imply approval.
"I see," Turles hmmed, and started to walk into the stairwell. "That is great thinking, and we better be silent."
Oh, now I remember why I wanted him to be my friend. Meat Shield. Let him go in front, and anything that was too tough and I nobly sacrifice my friend. It's the saiyan way.
As we made our way to the floor below us, I made a note on the lack of cobwebs, before thinking to myself how weird that this world seems to have no bugs, but everything, well, minus the massive deserts, was fine in this biome. Curious. Was some magic involved? I had been dealing with the sci-fi part of this universe for so long that I hadn't thought about the fantasy elements.
Could the stable, relatively calm environment be the work of this world's Guardian… or Kami?
"Hey," Turles quietly piped up, dragging me back to the real world. It seemed that at least he knew that stealth meant no shouting. "Take a look at this, it seems to be some kind of writing," He was pointing at a mural he had noticed on a wall, once we had arrived at the floor below the roof. "Think that it's the directions to the toilets?"
What I saw amazed me.
It was a depiction of a very special technique. Two men, their features indistinct, were posing in mirror image to each other. The Mural began with them standing on either end of the painting, with their hands along with their index fingers pointing away from each other and a series of their images continued inwards with them bending their legs bent to the sides and away from each other. And as the figures progressed inwards they brought their pointed hands in an arc towards themselves as the figures were depicted moving towards each other. Finally ending with the two pointed index fingers of each of the hands meet. Then in the center, above the two figures, sat a single image, a person with the baggy pants and iconic vest.
It was the Fusion Dance! This was the world…
They were all dead. Oh god, some part of me was really sad that I won't get to meet them, that this unique race in the universe, that they were dead and now dust. Another part of me thought that it was just a shame that I'll never get to fight them. Then there was the part that wished I'd seen the epic fight that must have occurred between Cold and them.
No wonder he got involved.
"So can you guess what this was thing says?" Turles asked me again. Watching me with annoyed eyes while I ran my fingers over the ingrained pictures. "Or can we get on with this already."
"Turles, this is…" I shook my head, I could feel the excitement rise inside me. Threatening to burst out. I contained it with a few grasps, trying to keep my voice low. "This is the find of … of all existence!" I wonder if this was how Indiana Jones would feel when he found something from lost race or society?
"Find?" He sounded a bit confused by my words. Turles tapped his foot, dragging up some dust into the air. "As in discovery," Once his eyes rolled, I wondered if I should even tell him what this thing was. "Look, I'm sure that it's a lovely painting, but don't we got some killing to be doing."
"Just… fine." I give up, I don't think that him knowing about the fusion dance was even a good idea. At least while there was still a chance that I could end up on the other side of a battlefield from him.
"Good, let's get goin-" I stopped Turles from continuing talking by placing my hand on his shoulder and a finger on my own lip. I could feel a person beneath me, maybe two. Their power now, revealing itself to be more than an animal stuck in a building. It was bigger than Peppa's power, but not by much. Still, don't know if this is the extent of their power and it was better safe than sorry.
"I'll head down first," He gave me a look, I could tell from it that he was confused by this action. "Just thinking that this might be a trap," I made sure to smile with all my teeth. "And if it is then I want to spring it."
"What do you have in mind?"
I told him my plan, and he liked it.
(Heran Soldier)
I was fairly good at waiting. Back on Salmos, my homeworld, it was custom for new troops to stand in position for days at a time. It was to condition stamina, or so I was told. Not that I ever believed that blanketly. Personally, I thought it was to make everyone afraid of fucking up an order without having to bring out the big punishments.
Like whipping.
The plan was simple. I was to wait in this building as a scout so that when the weaker members of their party show up, I can either lure them in, therefore taking them alive and extracting whatever information they knew, or I could go out there and reduce their numbers. Personally, I have gone for option one.
At very least those two upstairs were certainly an easier mark than I thought they were going to be. While I had expected them to burst through the ceiling to get to my location, I hadn't been expecting them to just walk calmly down the flight of stairs. Not that this actually changed my plan, no that…
BANG!
BANG!
That was the door in front of me? I expanded my senses. Looking for the strength of the two saiyans. I found them, but that was odd. The inadequate one seemed to think it was a good idea to knock on a random door… in an abandoned building. Did I accidentally raise my strength and their scouters had found me?
"OKAY! I AM COMING IN!"
The one that entered was a small kid, not the smallest kid that I'd seen but certainly younger than me by at least five years. He was wearing that white and yellow armor that the saiyan elite likes to wear. Odd, for someone with such a low level of strength. The most distinct thing to my eyes was that hair.
It was a gorgeous black river that went all the way down his spine. It had this lovely shine to it that outmatched any that I'd seen in my life. I wonder if that is something that all Saiyan's have? Great Hair?
"Hello!" Oh, Bojack! Right this was a kid.
"Ey wonda wha es da wee saiyan is duuing ere all by emself?" I brushed my hand through my short hair, really wished that I didn't have to cut it to be taken seriously as a professional. I miss my long hair. Being a mook in the Grand Ravager's men was a shame.
"..." I think my beauty has silenced the boy, many of my fellow men find that same happening to them whenever we spoke together.
"Wha da-" I found myself being punched so hard that I rammed through the rather weak walls of the building until I ended up dropping to the sandy asphalt of the streets. I gathered my power to hand flinging it at where the boy was.
He didn't even blink as it washed over him, and with a puff of smoke… it did nothing.
"Houw ya eyven maynage dis?" I could feel this boy's strength. He was at least half the strength that I have. Then I smiled to myself as I realized just was happening here. "Ya, psycho boy? Dis some mutant powa tha yo've developd to eyven da scales vit ya bettas?
Then without warning, he entered in melee range with me. I reacted without thought, sending a sidekick for the boy's head only for his forearm to block the blow in a lightning-quick movement. As he responded to this with his own kick, I rolled under his sweeping limb, and once stopping the motion flipped back to my feet, ending with a dropkick to the lad's open back, but I faded through an image of the boy instead.
There was a now a foot in my stomach.
I was launched into the air like all my weight meant nothing. It was this uncontrollable ascent that made my insides feel twisted, as the world around me became nothing but a tornado of colors which made up my surroundings. After a moment or two, I managed to stop myself. Looking down, I found the boy, just standing there, long hair billowing in the breeze and his face was just empty.
"YA LIDLE FREK, TRY DIS ON FA SIZE!" Without any care for any of the other saiyans discovering this. I gathered all the strength that I could to my hands, soon dark green spheres started to form on my palms as my body started to pulse green. This was a move that the Savior himself once used. "GALACTIC BUSTA!" I placed the spheres together and they exploded a wave of green energy down towards that saiyan freak.
For just a second, he looked surprised as my attack zeroed in on him. That only lasted for a second though, as he raised a hand out towards my attack. Of course, this would be a fruitless attempt to defend himself. It was too late, the Galactic Buster of our Lord was a technique that had never failed to break through any defense.
That was when the saiyan brat yelled something that would change that.
"SUNSET OVERTIME!"
Then in a dazzling display, an orange smoke like substance just exploded off of the saiyan as if he was a badly covered fire. His power rose above what I thought a child his age could, then he started to scream out nonsense and when my beam finally met him a clash of orange and green. That was when I knew that I was doomed.
"ZAAAAHEEEHAA"
With such speed, that when he moved all I saw was a blur of limbs. So fast that at times it looked like he had multiple limbs accompanying the same space as they kept ramming into my beam. Every blow sent the attack back further and further until the very beam itself just started to bend back, eventually crumbling like I had thrown styrofoam.
"Da waas ahll ey haad," I stared at my hands, this was bad. Where the fuck was the other two guys? They were meant to ambush anyone that I couldn't handle. "Dis es no narmel saiyan. Ma men, weare da heyll ar ou?"
"Turles!" The Long-Haired saiyan yelled up, speaking for the first time. I am sure that he was calling up… that other…
One of the guys, Deku was thrown onto the street. A rather bloody trail followed his wake from a rather bloody wound that was torn across his chest. Deku's eyes were the deadest that I'd ever seen. I'd kill people with more life in them than what was left in him.
"DEKU!"
"Hello," That came from…"Goodbye!"
Then there was nothing but darkness.
Author's Note: About the only thing I'll say about this one is the accent is a fusion of every funny Irish Accent combined with the English Accents people make fun of. Making the character nearly completely un-understandable. lol
I was waiting near the med-bay. Apparently, it would just take another ten minutes for Turles to get out of the Healing Tank, luckily this was just as we had landed on the planet. So at least he won't miss out, but I hope that this taught him a lesson. Though knowing him, it may have taught him the wrong thing.
I think this planet was called Comlea? Odd that name sounded familiar. The world was chosen due to its unique property of having a high number of lunar bodies. Meaning lots of full moons, and loads of monkey time. As far as I am aware it used to be inhabited by some race of skilled warriors in the not too distant past. I haven't been able to find their name, but I did find out who killed them all.
King Cold.
That was a chilling event to read about. To hear of the result, that a mighty race fell at the feet of a member of that family, and to think that there even was a reason for that monster to get involved, and personally on top of that. To see even from this position high above that world, the result of that fight down there. There was just a massive black scar across the globe, a black dessert that stained the world. What a race that must have lived here.
What must that fight have been like?
A large beep from Turles's tank took me from these thoughts. The older boy stepped out of the tank, poking at the hole in his grey armor with a look that just radiated fascination. For a few seconds, I watched him as he opened his hands, staring at them with that same look. Then I noticed what was happened.
"Is this how you feel, Raditz?" Turles asked me. There was a lightness to his tone, one that I had never heard from him before. "Is this what strength truly is?"
It was pure childlike wonder.
"I suppose it feels different for everyone," I tapped my scouter for a reading. It was a big enough one that I was concerned. "Strength is a personal thing. What you're feeling is just… excitement. It was a smaller jump for me."
"In comparison or have I surpassed you?" There was a look to his eyes. I didn't like it. He could feel my power, but couldn't tell my max due to my power being suppressed. "Because I really want to test my new power."
Dangerous thoughts, but I won't humor him.
"There will be time for that," I told him. It was a worrying me that now the ranking of power between me, him and Peppa had been displaced, but I won't let him in on that. "First thing we should do is get ready for our training, once we ha-"
"Tell me, what is my power level?"
"..."
"Well, tell me!" There was a mad glee to him now. It was like someone that was coming to grips with being invincible, which, given that he isn't. That would be a dumb way to act.
"8,000." It's not like I could lie to him, Turles would only find out from someone else.
"And what about yours?" There was a look to his eyes as he stepped closer to me, now being within arms reach of me. I didn't much like the look he was giving me, and it made me ask myself.
Why do I want to be friends with Turles?
"Stronger." I wasn't going to reveal my numbers here, not with the possibility that these walls had ears, metaphorically speaking that was. I wanted to stay away from Freeza's radar as a treat, wanted to make it seem like that big leap to beating Vegeta Jr. was the limit of my power. That maybe I'd plateaued early in life.
"Do-" At that moment a random Peppa slammed into my side, stopping the conversation cold.
Her single shoulder guard was digging into my side, due to the angle that she had come at me in. She had a massive smile on her face, and for the first time in a week on this month-long trip, it seemed she had regained her glow of happiness.
Because she was going to go Ape on that world.
"We-" She started to talk, but I shoved her a bit away. That shoulder guard had an edge to it. "Have arrived my minions."
"Your minions?" That was a weird statement coming from the girl who followed me home like a puppy. "Wha-" I started but was interrupted by her booming voice.
"Yes, obviously I'm the young up-and-comer," What is she on about now? "You're the childhood friend and Turles… is something?"
"Couldn't think of anything?"
"Nope?" Peppa puffed up her lips in thought. There was a moment where her eyes just span around the room. This girl needs less sugar. "Still got nothing, he's... " She leaned closer to my ear. Then whispered; "He's a minor character who gets knocked off in the sixteenth chapter."
Well, that was both far too meta and far too wrong of an opinion. At this stage, his power level meant that he was in the same wheelhouse that Vegeta and I were in. The scales between me, Turles, and Peppa had tipped, where it was once two above him. There was now, maybe, one.
If I was lucky.
Peppa grabbed onto my hand with a vice grip dragging me out of the room and into the hall. I could feel the pressure on my arm as I was scraped across the floor. My annoyance only grew when I could hear Turles behind me, laughing quietly.
He'll know my suffering eventually.
"Peppa," I yanked my hand away from hers. It was really time to set at least minimal boundaries up. I do not enjoy this whole pulling Raditz around business that she has been treating me to for a while now. "I don't think that you should be pulling me-"
"Yeah, because we're there now," She turned to me with big eyes. Not sure where she of all people learned that, but I won't focus on that. Wait? There? I looked around me, finding that we had arrived at the entrance room to the ship. On one side of the room, Mom was standing with the Queen, the first looking at me with a look of amusement, the other with confusion. On the other side of the room was Vegeta and Nappa, the two of them looking on with minor interest. "You sure have the oddest times to say things, Dish."
"Dish," The pint-sized Prince snorted out from the size. I took one good look at him, Vegeta wasn't wearing his cape, nor was he wearing the royal symbol. Seemed that he considers our future. "How, childish. I had thought that you were ready for the… adult mission, but if that is how you act girl then you should go back to your kiddy pool."
"What?" Peppa was definitely taken back by Vegeta's odd vehemence about this. In fact, so was I. What the hell was this reaction about. "What ate you out that made you so…"
"Look just ignore Vegetales, Peppa," It would be best if Vegeta's attention was away from her. Especially given his response to Turles earlier. "He's just mad because unlike me, he doesn't have a flawless win record." That got a growl from his royal madness.
"Dish, I've beaten you in a fight before."
"..." God damn it. Stop ruining my cool lines.
"Hahaha," I was startled by the noise coming from that opposite of the ship from Vegeta. Expecting something from the Prince, I was unprepared for the hand that fell onto my shoulder. "Vegetales, did you hear that Nappa?" It was the Queen. Fuck!
"Yeah," The General tapped his chin, looking at my face with a smile. The soon to bald bastard was enjoying this. Then his face shifted, it looked like he had just thought of something. "Hey! Isn't tha-"
"Don't make this weird, Nappa!" Elery suddenly barked out, I could feel Mom hop from the sudden swing in volume. Nappa looked like he was a bit nervous about this reaction, I suppose that he wasn't made general for his good looks.
"Sorry?" I was going to try to bring the mood back down from explosive a bit. I've should try to bring Vegeta's rage away from Peppa by bringing it to me, but by distracting him from what angered him in ways that don't cause us to smash each other's faces.
"Nah, Vegeta needs a bit of name-calling," Her hand finally left my shoulder as she walked over to her son. "It'll get him..." Elery roughly grabbed on the pouting Vegeta's shoulder. "...Ready for dealings with Freeza when he gets older."
That makes sense, but I wonder if this was why she didn't put much effort into killing or punishing Turles back when the guy was bad mouthing Prince. Although it is just as likely that she was just allowing Vegeta to deal with him.
"But I think that it is about time that we start to get ready," Oh, what do we need. We're saiyan warriors, and Mom, some of the most powerful people in the universe. At least on average, there was no need for us to have anything other than our own two hands for training, as ki techniques can handle any situation. "First." She threw a full visor, with a yellow lens at me. "Replace your standard scouter with this."
"Oh," Turles had a rather disturbing grin, in fact, it reminded me of the one that he had on back on the Big Slug Ship. He looked the device up and down as one was thrown at him. "New scouters. Better scanning powers to measure our full power?"
"What? No," There was a shake of the Queen's head, as well as a curl of her lips. "Where would we get those, no these just act as communicators and filter the Blutzwaves out. That way you kids don't go berserk on us the second we land."
"That makes sense," Peppa popped her head over my shoulder. Her hair sticking into my ear. "Even if you can deal with us all like that, it's no reason to make a hassle." That was suspiciously good reasoning from her. What is her game now?
"So we going one at a time?" I got a nod from Queen, as she was now handing Mom her own visor. "Weakest to Strongest."
"That means Turles!"
"Oh, screw you Peppa!"
This was going to be a long trip.
(Gyaku: Comlea)
Gyaku loved the excitement that came from organizing her men, Oh, there were far too many men for her to know the names of, but that didn't mean that she didn't take pride in them. It was also that they were all men in their twenties and thirties while she was twelve, Gyaku just loved lording that over just the select few of them.
"Men, you know the plan," Aku, the twenty-third Great Ravager of the People Under Bojack, was making a speech to the men. Gyaku loved just seeing his hair sway in the wind, the way it curled around his back. She loved long hair. "You know the stakes, but…" He paused and allowed Gyaku to take her idol. "We would not be born as Herans if we were not capable of taking risks. TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT WE RETURN TO THE TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN!"
"HOORAH!"
"Tonight is the night, that we crush our rivals," His arms were in full swing, and Gyaku found his gesturing took away a lot from Aku's mystique. Aku, in her opinion, would have been better off if he had stood still, if he had allowed a microphone to carry his voice rather than have it boomed out by him yelling. "Tonight as a sacrifice for our Lord, for BOJACK! If this goes off without a hitch, then we will have the signal for…"
"BOJACK'S RETURN!" Was the thunderous shout from the crowd.
"That was never discussed with me," Gyaku whispered to herself, taken back by the raw amount of crazed worship. Everyone was screaming and yelling, all waving their hands in the air. "Religious morons."
This was a point in her life that she had never thought would come. She would have to control their glorious leader's zeal at serving a mythical being. Joy. That was why Gyaku had gotten into the military, to get away from the zeal that her parents had become gripped in.
To her, it looked like the speech was now over. Their exalted leader had started on his way over to Gyaku now, a joy in his step that unsettled the girl. She wondered how anyone could be so happy with knowing that they were going to kill someone, or if the information they had was correct five, people.
Just so they would get into fewer arguments. This weakness in her people disgusted her.
"Tell me, child," Aku started to talk, his hand over her as if she was a child. She was twelve now, not a child! "What do think that speech was about?"
"Oh, God!" She thought, running her hands through her short hair. She then quickly took the more reserved pose, that hid her next thoughts. "Why does this, rather good-looking, moron keep asking me questions? This is not what I signed up for!"
"Well," She scratched her chin, it was to give the appearance of Gyaku thinking of an answer. Not that the girl didn't know the answer, just that if she could draw out the first question for long enough then maybe she could make them last so long that Aku would just give up. "It's for morale, boosting them men real goood!" Hopefully, this false persona she was showing him could fool this maniac into thinking that she was a dutiful little girl.
"Exactly," Aku gave her a big toothy grin, filled with the savagery of their messiah figure. "I think that you have a future in the higher levels of our government."
"But you shouldn't." Was the rather peeved thought that Gyaku had, and then she got an idea. An awful idea. Gyaku had a wonderful, awful idea.
(Raditz: Comlea)
We were sitting on top of a desert mound. Watching an event that only saiyans would live to see. Well, I suppose Freeza and Ginyu would also do fine… and King Cold.
"So this is what the great Oozaru looks like from the outside," Peppa sounded like she was in awe. Especially while she was staring up at Mom's rather impressive new form, new for her that is. But I know Peppa and… "I can take her."
"Of course you can," I responded to her. "I bet you are also the Legendary Super Saiyan in disguise, come down from the heavens itself to create a land of nothing but fighting!"
"That was… oddly specific," She smiled at me, finding what I was saying to be funny. "Have you been thinking about me in religious terms for long, Dish?" Peppa openly laughed at my now grimacing face. "No, it's fine… I am rather… divine...dadadhhahahaha"
Was she laughing at her own dumb rhyme? What God did I anger to get stuck with this girl as my friend.
"Ain't we meant to be watching them?" Turles asked us, making sure to point to the show going on in front of us. By the show, I mean the fight before us where the still in base form Elery is single-handedly grappling Mom down to the ground.
"Nah, all the Queen is doing is holding down Mom," I sat on the ground, kicking up some sand onto his shins. "Least till she calms down."
"Yeah, but this is pretty cool to watch," Was Peppa's own contribution to these proceedings. The girl did time that phrase really well because at this moment Elery grabbed Mom's arm and threw her out into the black desert night. Then she elbow-dropped Mom in her giant primate nose as she landed with such speed that I doubt Peppa even saw it. "SO COOL!" Then came a massive explosion of sand.
"I suppose."
Really my biggest regret about this fight was that this visor caused color distortion that I found to be really irritating. The world was this muck of browns and yellows. Deadly to my eyes. I had asked Peppa early how she could deal with this, but apparently, everything looks fine to her.
I looked closer to the fight, it seemed that Mom was now under a certain amount of control. I mean at least it looked like she was calmly looking around the place with curiosity rather than the 'HULK SMASH' thing she had going before.
Now, Mom was just sniffing the Queen. I was reminded of a… Jack Black film? That couldn't be right. It was a giant gorilla film, I don't know if that man fits the bill for such a majestic film. Such creatures needed really dramatic actors to be around them. So that the audience knows, that this being is the greatest thing on Earth.
… I think that being a saiyan has really shifted my priorities on art.
"Oh, she's coming back!" Turles shouted out, his hand was pointing out to the sky.
Indeed she was. Elery was flying towards us at a leisurely pace, there was definitely no rush to get to us. When she gently touched down on the ground, I notice that her armor, unlike ours, wasn't covered in bits of stray sand. I suppose that none stick armor like that is a perk of being a royal.
"Okay, Gine seems to be under control," Elery started to speak to us, but was interrupted by Mom howling up at one of the moons hight in the sky. I took a quick guard stance due to this. "No, that's normal, just ignore it," She explained, so I let my guard down. "Anyway, Peppa is up next, how about you boys have a look around one of the further off ruins, with this one I will need to transform too."
I took one look at the Queen, then to Turles. Nappa and Vegeta had run off earlier to do something like that, but while I was glad that he wasn't around glaring at me, I also didn't like the vibe that I was getting off this place. There was something going on, I didn't like it.
But at the same time, I doubt it was anything that the Queen was up to. In fact, with Turles' recent boost, and the fact that he was more likely to come to my aid in such a situation, she would be a fool to start something with my… group. I could kill Nappa easier than she could kill either of us, and Turles would give no shit about hostages. So that was out and personally, I like my chances now two v two.
Yes, Peppa would be fine with the Queen.
…
Maybe the Queen won't be fine with her though.
(Turles)
I soared through the sky with Raditz, just trailing behind his blue aura with a small smile. It was like a whole new world had just opened up to me. Now that I was in the top percentage of Saiyans it was like the possibilities were endless. I wonder how I matched up to Raditz, deciding to take a peek, so to speak, I closed my eyes and focused.
Damn it. Raditz was still hiding his power from me.
There were spikes that I noticed he would go through. Times that his power would open up to me, I could feel its very reach. Those were not the best for gauging his full power though, not if his fights with Slug or Vegeta were to be believed. He had bursts that shot him up to higher levels of power, and while not the aspect that won them the fight against Slug. It was what won him that fight with Vegeta. I could just feel it, Raditz had the same drive that I did. He was a predator.
I just needed to rid him of that softness.
"Hey, do you feel that?" He asked me, now drifting backward so that he could face me. For now, we stopped in mid-air.
"No," Sadly my ability at sensing power of people was not as refined as Raditz's or even Peppa. That wasn't something that I had to worry about though. In time I would surpass them in this aspect too. "What is it? Vegeta throwing a tantrum." There was someone that I expected more from.
He should have killed me when he had the chance. Now I stood as his equal… no, his superior.
"I don't think it is," There was a frown, Raditz didn't seem to like whatever he was sensing. I continued to try and sense something, or anything but found nothing at the edges of my senses. "They are hiding most of their power, it's just that even that little amount is noticeable on this barren world."
"Oh," That could mean very little. Suppressing power isn't something that many can do, Raditz was the only person that I've met so far that can do that. I certainly couldn't, maybe Peppa was hiding hers as well, but she didn't exhibit any of Raditz's signs. "Are you sure that the rats aren't just weak?"
Anything that calls this place home could be a threat to the likes of us.
"I ca-" He stopped, pausing at the feeling of an ever rising power in the far off distance. Lion's mane here seemed to grimace at this. While I could feel my knees knock together. What the fuck was that? It was like Freeza himself had stepped on this planet. "That's just the Queen." Raditz eventually revealed with a relieved sigh.
"What!" This is what a fully realized Oozaru is capable of? This was just incredible.
"Isn't that exciting?"
Yes, it was. Surely, once I had reached that stage of mastery. There may be no need of a Queen… or any royal family.
(Raditz)
It was a city that wouldn't have been out of place for Fist of the North Star. Ruined streets, asphalt having cracked and broken apart, entire skyscrapers having been cut in half, the top halves tended to be found through other smaller buildings.
Few of the buildings were luckily just old looking. Worn down over time, by the weather and the like. Though the architecture was alien even to my saiyan sensibilities. Well, alien may be the wrong term here, it actually looked like someone had fused the Rain Village from Naruto with pictures that I've seen of New York.
I landed on the top of the building that I could feel those powers in. It was a building that was relatively intact. They were good enough at hiding their power, I'm sure that a scouter wouldn't have been able to find them. I suppose that was where technology failed, and where I succeed. Walking to the door to what I could only presume was a too damaged to be recognized as a stairwell, I was stopped by Turles' hand.
"Why are you going that way?" He asked me. Turles' was wearing that smile that he usually had on. The one that told me he wanted to blow something up. Better to cut this off at the pass.
"Stealth," Really was it that hard to imagine that going down there the easy way, or the hard way depending on how you see it, would be a bad idea. Sneak down there, take whoever by surprise or this was not a trap, then I could have a reasonable talk with whoever's hiding down there…
Oh, I see. Talking was not really Turles' strong suit… Or any other saiyan in fact. Kind of sad to think about, probably why we didn't survive originally. Any survivor that wasn't around Vegeta were too busy yelling about how great they were.
"We want to have every advantage we can," I shrugged at his twitching face. Really this guy needs to get over the power he's gotten recently. It was nothing compared to Freeza never mind to some of the beings that could exist if Slug was any indication. "Never give anything up to the enemy, even if they are dogshit weak." I watched his frown switch to a more neutral position, but one that seemed to imply approval.
"I see," Turles hmmed, and started to walk into the stairwell. "That is great thinking, and we better be silent."
Oh, now I remember why I wanted him to be my friend. Meat Shield. Let him go in front, and anything that was too tough and I nobly sacrifice my friend. It's the saiyan way.
As we made our way to the floor below us, I made a note on the lack of cobwebs, before thinking to myself how weird that this world seems to have no bugs, but everything, well, minus the massive deserts, was fine in this biome. Curious. Was some magic involved? I had been dealing with the sci-fi part of this universe for so long that I hadn't thought about the fantasy elements.
Could the stable, relatively calm environment be the work of this world's Guardian… or Kami?
"Hey," Turles quietly piped up, dragging me back to the real world. It seemed that at least he knew that stealth meant no shouting. "Take a look at this, it seems to be some kind of writing," He was pointing at a mural he had noticed on a wall, once we had arrived at the floor below the roof. "Think that it's the directions to the toilets?"
What I saw amazed me.
It was a depiction of a very special technique. Two men, their features indistinct, were posing in mirror image to each other. The Mural began with them standing on either end of the painting, with their hands along with their index fingers pointing away from each other and a series of their images continued inwards with them bending their legs bent to the sides and away from each other. And as the figures progressed inwards they brought their pointed hands in an arc towards themselves as the figures were depicted moving towards each other. Finally ending with the two pointed index fingers of each of the hands meet. Then in the center, above the two figures, sat a single image, a person with the baggy pants and iconic vest.
It was the Fusion Dance! This was the world…
They were all dead. Oh god, some part of me was really sad that I won't get to meet them, that this unique race in the universe, that they were dead and now dust. Another part of me thought that it was just a shame that I'll never get to fight them. Then there was the part that wished I'd seen the epic fight that must have occurred between Cold and them.
No wonder he got involved.
"So can you guess what this was thing says?" Turles asked me again. Watching me with annoyed eyes while I ran my fingers over the ingrained pictures. "Or can we get on with this already."
"Turles, this is…" I shook my head, I could feel the excitement rise inside me. Threatening to burst out. I contained it with a few grasps, trying to keep my voice low. "This is the find of … of all existence!" I wonder if this was how Indiana Jones would feel when he found something from lost race or society?
"Find?" He sounded a bit confused by my words. Turles tapped his foot, dragging up some dust into the air. "As in discovery," Once his eyes rolled, I wondered if I should even tell him what this thing was. "Look, I'm sure that it's a lovely painting, but don't we got some killing to be doing."
"Just… fine." I give up, I don't think that him knowing about the fusion dance was even a good idea. At least while there was still a chance that I could end up on the other side of a battlefield from him.
"Good, let's get goin-" I stopped Turles from continuing talking by placing my hand on his shoulder and a finger on my own lip. I could feel a person beneath me, maybe two. Their power now, revealing itself to be more than an animal stuck in a building. It was bigger than Peppa's power, but not by much. Still, don't know if this is the extent of their power and it was better safe than sorry.
"I'll head down first," He gave me a look, I could tell from it that he was confused by this action. "Just thinking that this might be a trap," I made sure to smile with all my teeth. "And if it is then I want to spring it."
"What do you have in mind?"
I told him my plan, and he liked it.
(Heran Soldier)
I was fairly good at waiting. Back on Salmos, my homeworld, it was custom for new troops to stand in position for days at a time. It was to condition stamina, or so I was told. Not that I ever believed that blanketly. Personally, I thought it was to make everyone afraid of fucking up an order without having to bring out the big punishments.
Like whipping.
The plan was simple. I was to wait in this building as a scout so that when the weaker members of their party show up, I can either lure them in, therefore taking them alive and extracting whatever information they knew, or I could go out there and reduce their numbers. Personally, I have gone for option one.
At very least those two upstairs were certainly an easier mark than I thought they were going to be. While I had expected them to burst through the ceiling to get to my location, I hadn't been expecting them to just walk calmly down the flight of stairs. Not that this actually changed my plan, no that…
BANG!
BANG!
That was the door in front of me? I expanded my senses. Looking for the strength of the two saiyans. I found them, but that was odd. The inadequate one seemed to think it was a good idea to knock on a random door… in an abandoned building. Did I accidentally raise my strength and their scouters had found me?
"OKAY! I AM COMING IN!"
The one that entered was a small kid, not the smallest kid that I'd seen but certainly younger than me by at least five years. He was wearing that white and yellow armor that the saiyan elite likes to wear. Odd, for someone with such a low level of strength. The most distinct thing to my eyes was that hair.
It was a gorgeous black river that went all the way down his spine. It had this lovely shine to it that outmatched any that I'd seen in my life. I wonder if that is something that all Saiyan's have? Great Hair?
"Hello!" Oh, Bojack! Right this was a kid.
"Ey wonda wha es da wee saiyan is duuing ere all by emself?" I brushed my hand through my short hair, really wished that I didn't have to cut it to be taken seriously as a professional. I miss my long hair. Being a mook in the Grand Ravager's men was a shame.
"..." I think my beauty has silenced the boy, many of my fellow men find that same happening to them whenever we spoke together.
"Wha da-" I found myself being punched so hard that I rammed through the rather weak walls of the building until I ended up dropping to the sandy asphalt of the streets. I gathered my power to hand flinging it at where the boy was.
He didn't even blink as it washed over him, and with a puff of smoke… it did nothing.
"Houw ya eyven maynage dis?" I could feel this boy's strength. He was at least half the strength that I have. Then I smiled to myself as I realized just was happening here. "Ya, psycho boy? Dis some mutant powa tha yo've developd to eyven da scales vit ya bettas?
Then without warning, he entered in melee range with me. I reacted without thought, sending a sidekick for the boy's head only for his forearm to block the blow in a lightning-quick movement. As he responded to this with his own kick, I rolled under his sweeping limb, and once stopping the motion flipped back to my feet, ending with a dropkick to the lad's open back, but I faded through an image of the boy instead.
There was a now a foot in my stomach.
I was launched into the air like all my weight meant nothing. It was this uncontrollable ascent that made my insides feel twisted, as the world around me became nothing but a tornado of colors which made up my surroundings. After a moment or two, I managed to stop myself. Looking down, I found the boy, just standing there, long hair billowing in the breeze and his face was just empty.
"YA LIDLE FREK, TRY DIS ON FA SIZE!" Without any care for any of the other saiyans discovering this. I gathered all the strength that I could to my hands, soon dark green spheres started to form on my palms as my body started to pulse green. This was a move that the Savior himself once used. "GALACTIC BUSTA!" I placed the spheres together and they exploded a wave of green energy down towards that saiyan freak.
For just a second, he looked surprised as my attack zeroed in on him. That only lasted for a second though, as he raised a hand out towards my attack. Of course, this would be a fruitless attempt to defend himself. It was too late, the Galactic Buster of our Lord was a technique that had never failed to break through any defense.
That was when the saiyan brat yelled something that would change that.
"SUNSET OVERTIME!"
Then in a dazzling display, an orange smoke like substance just exploded off of the saiyan as if he was a badly covered fire. His power rose above what I thought a child his age could, then he started to scream out nonsense and when my beam finally met him a clash of orange and green. That was when I knew that I was doomed.
"ZAAAAHEEEHAA"
With such speed, that when he moved all I saw was a blur of limbs. So fast that at times it looked like he had multiple limbs accompanying the same space as they kept ramming into my beam. Every blow sent the attack back further and further until the very beam itself just started to bend back, eventually crumbling like I had thrown styrofoam.
"Da waas ahll ey haad," I stared at my hands, this was bad. Where the fuck was the other two guys? They were meant to ambush anyone that I couldn't handle. "Dis es no narmel saiyan. Ma men, weare da heyll ar ou?"
"Turles!" The Long-Haired saiyan yelled up, speaking for the first time. I am sure that he was calling up… that other…
One of the guys, Deku was thrown onto the street. A rather bloody trail followed his wake from a rather bloody wound that was torn across his chest. Deku's eyes were the deadest that I'd ever seen. I'd kill people with more life in them than what was left in him.
"DEKU!"
"Hello," That came from…"Goodbye!"
Then there was nothing but darkness.
Author's Note: About the only thing I'll say about this one is the accent is a fusion of every funny Irish Accent combined with the English Accents people make fun of. Making the character nearly completely un-understandable. lol