Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Ball XG ❯ From Bad To Worse ( Chapter 3 )

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“From Bad To Worse“

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Vegeta stared down at Baby Jr., battle ready. He didn't need an explanation; it wasn't hard to figure out. This was some sort of recreation of Baby, the Tuffle King who attacked Earth 15 years ago, and sensing the kis of Trunks, Pan, and Uub inside, there was no doubt this creature also absorbs other people in order to gain strength.
"You haven't changed one bit, Baby," sneered the Saiyan Prince, "Still relying on other people in order to fight your battles. You're as pathetic as ever... But in a way, I was hoping you'd somehow come back. I still owe you an ass-beating for what you did to me."
Baby Jr. snorted. "I dunno what yer talkin' about," he said, "But I wouldn't mind takin' that body!" He licked his lips, "What power I feel!"
Vegeta growled, "You just don't get it, do you?! You're not taking me or anyone else! You'll pay for what you did to my son!!" He pulled back and let out a roar of unleashed power as he was surrounded by a golden aura. His hair turned into a blinding gold color and grew down past his hips, his eyes turned to an aqua color, and his brow grew slightly over his eyes.
Baby Jr. didn't know what Vegeta just transformed to, but he didn't care... he wanted it! He dove straight for the Saiyan with his fangs bared, ready for the attack, only to be slammed in the jaw by Vegeta's rock-hard fist, knocking a few teeth loose. He jumped back and grabbed his face, whimpering, while Vegeta only chuckled.
"What happened? Did your mind take the form of a 'baby' as well? That was just downright reckless..."
Junior growled, glaring daggers at the prince. "You... You'll pay for that!!!" Again, he shot straight for Vegeta. Vegeta sidestepped him, but Junior was able to turn on his toes and throw a fist at his face, only to have him block it. He continually threw fists at the saiyan, who nimbly dodged every blow. After a while, he was starting to grow weary and his punches weren't as fast and strong. Vegeta took this opportunity to slug the creature hard into his gut. Junior doubled over in pain, and as he did so, Vegeta got behind him and jabbed his elbow into his backside, hurtling him straight into the street.
Vegeta stared down at the hole that he had just created by throwing Junior down. He knew it wasn't going to be that easy...
And he was right. The hole exploded into a massive crater as Baby Jr. summoned more power into his body with a loud scream, and then he shot into the sky towards the Saiyan Prince, prepared to attack. He threw more punches at Vegeta, who continued to dodge, but was also forced to throw some punches himself since Junior's stamina had risen.
Many onlookers stared with shocked awe as the two warriors exchanged hits and blocks. It looked like to be another fight to save the human race... it was time to call the press!
After their round of attacks, they broke off and backed away slowly, catching their breaths. They continued to eye each other, in case one or the other were to suddenly attack first, while they tried to think of a way to surprise attack the other.
Then at the same time, they both threw their hands in front of them and started forming a ball of ki energy. Noticing that they were doing the same thing, they both put more ki into their balls and both expanded larger and larger, trying to outdo the other. Finally, they both swung back and threw their ki balls at full force at each other. The balls collided with each other, and then exploded in a blinding destructive flash that nearly shook the entire city, and sent several civilians and cars flying backwards from the extreme force. Vegeta shielded his eyes from the blinding explosion and the debris that came with it, but he still felt Baby Jr. shoot towards him and met him immediately with counter attacks.


Just below them, two figures rematerialized on the street. Bra and Akira stared up to see the two warriors go at each other like rabid animals. "So this is the big commotion going on!" called Akira over the noise of the battle ahead, "Is that Baby Jr.?"
Bra nodded. "He's gotten stronger, I can feel it... And I can feel Trunks and Pan inside him too!"
Akira's eyes went wide. He took Pan?? Now it was personal.... "Bra, fly back to Capsule Corp.," he ordered his surrogate sister, "Tell Bulma and the others what's going on, and get everyone to safety. I'll stay and help your dad."
"Please, remember not to kill him, okay??"
"Fine, now get going!!"
Bra turned and shot into the air. Akira wished he hadn't said that... he wanted nothing more than to kill this parasite. But if Bra was right and Uub was still in there, there was a chance Pan could be too. He had to keep Baby Jr. alive if he wanted to save his wife.



Vegeta and Baby Jr. grabbed each others hands and clenched tightly as they tried to push the other back. Even as a Super Saiyan 3, Baby Jr. was a near equal, probably due to the combined strength of Trunks, Pan, Uub, and hundreds of other innocent humans. But as long as he had more power, he could take down Junior. He just had to keep his guard up. Any small slip ups and he was as good as dead, or absorbed... or both, however it worked.
But he wasn't quick enough. As Vegeta had continued to push into Baby Jr., the creature had suddenly pulled back, causing the Saiyan to fall forward and before he could catch himself, Junior grabbed him in a tight bear grip, leaving little to no escape for Vegeta. He barely would have had the time to try and escape, as Baby Jr. flashed his fangs and prepared to sink them into his neck...
*BAM!*
Baby Jr. was sent hurtling into a building with a single punch. Vegeta rubbed his arms and looked over to see a Super Saiyan Akira, rubbing his fist. Instead of any form of thanks, the Saiyan Prince snarled at the Goku-incarnate. "What do you think you're doing here, boy??"
Akira rolled his eyes, knowing better than to expect anything else. "Saving your butt, don't'cha think?"
Vegeta growled. "Do I look like I'm in need of assistance??"
"Well, seeing as Baby Jr. nearly took you, and might I say rather easily which surprises me.... I say, yeah, you kinda needed a little help there..."
Vegeta would have sent Akira into the building along with the Tuffle, had he not been slightly interested in what he just said. "Jr...?"
"Yeah. That thing is some sort of 'creation' of that Baby guy you all fought before. He calls himself Baby Jr., and he absorbs people by biting him."
Vegeta nodded and turned back to the building. "You served your purpose, boy, now get lost. This battle is mine. You interrupt me again, and you'll wish this 'Junior' had eaten you like he did with the others."
Akira sighed and floated back to the ground. "Yes, your majesty...."
Vegeta made a mental note to himself to kick the boy's ass later as he floated nearer the building. He couldn't sense any ki. Was he dead? No, he couldn't be taken out that quickly. He must be hiding his ki. Vegeta braced himself for any sudden attacks as he moved closer.
"Vegeta, be careful!" Akira called from below, "It could be a trap!"
"You're so right...."
Both saiyans whipped around. All Vegeta could do was shout, "Behind you!!!" But it was no good. Baby Jr. had sprung up behind Akira and grabbed him from behind, sinking his teeth into his shoulders. "NO!"
Unfortunately, as quickly as Baby Jr. had made himself known, he had taken over Akira's body and absorbed it into his own. After the blinding flash, Baby Jr. stood, much taller, much stronger, and much older looking with a ki that skyrocketed through the roof.
Vegeta couldn't help but worry a little. Fighting someone with the combined strength of Trunks, Uub, and Pan was bad enough... but add Akira, who thanks to his relation with Kakarrot was one of the strongest of the Z fighters, he stood no chance whatsoever.
But he wasn't about to go down without a fight. He powered up to full strength and shot toward the new version of Baby Jr., putting all his strength into the powerful blows he slammed into the creature’s face. Junior, however, didn’t as much flinch as Vegeta’s fist whammed into him over and over. The prince was giving all he had, and it was nothing to the Tuffle.
Finally growing bored, Baby Jr. casually reached up and snagged Vegeta’s fist in mid-punch and squeezed. Vegeta’s eyes went wide, with both pain and shock. Junior was much stronger than he anticipated. If he couldn’t as much hit him, what hope did everyone on Earth have?
Baby Jr. pulled Vegeta in and rammed his knee square into Vegeta’s gut so far, it nearly came out of the prince’s backside. The super saiyan three coughed out a large amount of blood. Then the tuffle experiment slammed the saiyan’s backside with both fists together, sending him crashing into a parking garage below, reducing it to rocks and dust. Baby Jr. floated over to where Vegeta landing, staring down while wondering how to finish him off, when suddenly he felt a large power up from the crater below.
“GALLICK GUN!!!”
Junior was pushed back by a sudden ki attack coming from the crater Vegeta was laying in. It was so forceful that he had to hold his palms up in order to block it, but it still pushed him back. Gathering enough ki of his own, he let out a shout as he used his energy to push the ki attack back down to the crater. Vegeta tried pushing it back, but Baby Jr. was just too strong… and he was blown back, tattered, and all but killed by his own attack.

The Gallick Gun blew up a huge portion of West City. Nearly the whole world felt it.
Luckily, Capsule Corp. and the area it rested in weren’t harmed, save for what happened during the short but massive earthquake that came with the explosion.
“Is this all because of Baby Jr.?!” Bulma cried as she grabbed the couch for support while holding baby Mizu close to her.
“Yeah!” Bra cried back, “He’s gotten stronger, I can feel it! He must have taken either Akira or Dad.”
Bulma’s eyes went wide. “No!”
Icalla clutched a frightened Zurosu close to her chest. “With one of THEM gone, what chance do we have now??”
“Don’t give up hope,” said Bulma, “He hasn’t taken ALL the fighters yet.” She looked down at Mizu, who miraculously was sleeping through the whole ordeal. “There’s still your grandfather, AND your great-uncle.” She glanced back up at her daughter. “Until then, Bra, you better take Mizu and Zurosu up to Kami’s Palace. It’s the only place that’s safe for now.”
Bra blinked. “But what about you guys?”
“You’re the only one here who can fly, and you can’t carry all of us,” Bulma placed Mizu into Bra’s arms. “We’ll try to hold them off for you.”
“What?!” Bra cried, “Are you nuts? No offense guys, but I’m stronger than you, and everyone knows I don’t stand a chance in hell against that thing. What makes you think you can hold him off??”
“Listen!” Bulma shouted, “Getting the kids to safety is the most important thing! Junior isn’t going to get that much stronger if he takes us! And besides…” she sighed and looked to the floor, “I’m responsible for that thing being created to begin with… I can’t believe I forgot all about it all those years. The least I can do is stand up to it!”
Bra sighed. There was no use convincing her mother otherwise. But she was right… the kids’ safety was more important. “Okay, fine, very well… C’mon Zu!” She grabbed her niece’s hand.
“But what about Momma and Gramma?” Zurosu asked.
“Honey, just go with Aunt Bra,” said Icalla, “Don’t you worreh about us, okay?”
“But..!”
Bra grabbed Zurosu around the waist and hoisted her up as she dove out the window. “MOMMAAAA!!!!”
Icalla watched helplessly as Bra took her daughter away to safety.
“Icalla… I’m sorry,” said Bulma, grabbing her daughter-in-law’s attention, “I didn’t mean to just volunteer your life like that. But your daughter’s safe now at least.”
“Ah understand,” said Icalla, “Yo’h absolutely right. Zurosu’s safety comes first, and Ah’ll do whateveh it takes to hold that thing off!”
“Good!” Bulma threw two capsules to the floor, and they exploded into two bazookas. “Grab a gun!”
Icalla blinked. “You… you really think that’s going to be enough to hold him off?”
“Oh course not!” Bulma handed her the smallest of the big guns, “But at least it’ll give them a few minutes.”


After all the mayhem from the explosion, Baby Jr. floated down to Vegeta, who was lying in the crater, lifeless and detransformed. He wasn’t dead yet, Junior could still feel a faint of life energy inside him, which was good. He wouldn’t want to destroy such a healthy supply of power.
He grabbed the saiyan around the throat and lifted him up. Vegeta didn’t put up a fight, being that he was on the brink of death. Baby Jr. smiled wickedly, and sank his teeth into the prince’s throat. He then melted into the newly made bite would, and both figured disappeared in a blinding flash. Once the flash died down, a new form took its place.
With almost all the Z warriors inside him, Baby Jr. was strong than ever. There wasn’t anybody in the world that could stop him now.
And there were still people that he could absorb.