Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Breakdown ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter Four:

Zrabon crashed into a large cliff which soon became a pile of rubble. The green-haired being abhorred losing, and it showed when he regained his composure and wiped the blood from his bottom lip.

Goku simply crossed his arms and smirked, his Saiya-jin instincts taking over. "Are you finished trying to beat me yet?" he asked the other being.

Zarbon merely mirrored the expression on his opponent's face. "You would think that, wouldn't you?" he responded. Suddenly, he began powering up and . . . Transforming.

Goku looked almost scared as he felt Zarbon's power level peak. It increased nearly ten fold as his appearance decreased almost as much. This battle was about to become much more difficult.

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The women could hear the battle happening. Trunks and Goten could as well. No one sitting around the table could stand it. Bulma continued to wring her hands under the table. Chichi just stared at the table and the scouter on it. Both Trunks and Goten also stared at the scouter, hearing Goku's voice, though distant, sounding cocky and arrogant.

But something changed. The screams of pain subsided, not coming for the being Bulma had recognized as Zarbon. The fight was not over however. No, now the screams were coming from Goku; everyone could tell that the fight had suddenly switched hands.

Bulma stood up suddenly and was given questioning looks from all around. She then ignored their inquisitive glances and began walking toward the house.

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Vegeta watched the fight continue, knowing that Goku was losing, and there was nothing he could do about it. His fist was clenched at his side and the other was tightly grasping the green-lensed scouter which he nearly forgot was in his hand. And on. He immediately knew that Bulma and his son were listening to the battle happening right before his eyes.

Vegeta had half a mind to stop the battle and hand himself over, but a tall dark shadow stopped him. He looked to his left to find a tall green man standing near him, also watching the fight.

"Who are you?" Vegeta asked, keeping his eyes on Goku, who then flew into a large boulder.

"My name is Piccolo," the being answered. "I've come here to help you."

Vegeta then crossed his arms and turned to Piccolo, losing interest in the fight. "How can I trust you?" he asked.

Piccolo also turned and seemed to lose interest in the fight. "You do know of the dragonballs, correct?" he asked Vegeta.

"Yes. And how they will probably not help me."

"I understand. I live above a giant tower with Kami, the one who watches over this planet. We understand your predicament and how these Earth dragonballs will not help."

Vegeta rose a suspicious eyebrow. "So?"

"There is another set of dragonballs, more powerful that Earth's. They are the Namekian dragonballs, found on Namek. Rather than one wish, they grant three."

At this information, the green being had caught his full attention. And he knew that certainly the women had heard it over the scouter. But then so must have . . .

Zarbon stopped in mid-air as he heard the information pouring through the scouter. The being knew that Frieza would be pleased with this bit of information, and he had decided to stop the fight himself.

"Well Kakarot," Zarbon said to the body lying on the ground. "It appears that I've won this fight. And in such," he said, landing next to the body, "I have decided to spare you from death."

Vegeta stared in horror as he watched Zarbon end the fight and prepare to leave the Earth. He knew that Zarbon must have heard his conversation with Piccolo. Frieza would love to hear of mystical orbs that granted any and all of your wildest dreams. And all Vegeta could do was stand and watch as Zarbon left for his ship.

Piccolo, who had no idea what had taken place, went to Goku's aid.

Goku laid on the ground (or rather, in it), half conscious and covered with cuts and bruises. He also knew that Zarbon was getting away, yet he could do nothing. He was utterly immobile and could not feel his legs. A large shadow soon covered him and he saw something like a green blur until he was knocked out completely.

Vegeta also made his way to Goku's badly beaten body. Piccolo lifted the unconscious body and slung him over his shoulder.

"I will take him back to Kami's lookout. You should come as well," he said to Vegeta. "Follow me." And he shot off into the air, soon followed by the Saiya-jin prince.

**It's short, I know. But, I wrote this chapter v. quickly and at school in first period. So, here it is. And there it was. Please please please please give me a review!!**