Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nossoreg's Revenge ❯ Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

"Do you think they can do it?" Krillen asked, doubt creasing his forehead.

"I'm sure of it!" Gohan said. "We'll just have to be extra careful in sensing it."

"Right," Vegeta agreed. "Now everyone shut up and lower your power levels. Sense around for any powers that weren't there before."

All seven men closed their eyes and concentrated around them. Since their own levels were concealed, they were able to sense every living thing around them. A flock of sheep on a farm nearby; a small family of deer on the next mountain; squirrels, rabbits, birds, and mice by the hundreds; even the fish in the mountain streams.

Suddenly, their senses were assaulted by a bright flash of energy. They all winced as the impressive burst of power hit their brains like an energy blast.

"Whoa! What was that?" Goku cried out.

"It's them!" Gohan said excitedly. "It has to be!"

"It came from there," Vegeta said and pointed to the top of the mountain nearest them. Without another word, he took off into the air. The others followed.

"I can't believe we were so close and didn't even know they were there," Goten said to Trunks.

"I didn't know they could raise their power levels like that!" Trunks said, impressed. "Can you imagine the energy they would have if they were Saiyan?!"

As they neared the top of the mountain, they slowed down and searched for an entrance. Vegeta felt like blasting the entire mountain to rubble, but couldn't take the chance of harming Bulma or the baby. Instead, he used his anger to focus on the task at hand and soon came across a small box, partially hidden behind a small shrub.

"Over here!" he called to the others. When he opened the box, he saw that it was, indeed, a computerized lock.

"It looks like we've found the doorknob," Krillen said. "Now we need the key."

"Leave it to me," Trunks said with total confidence. The others fell back and allowed him to study the mechanism. Vegeta grinned with pride. Not only had Trunks inherited his Saiyan strength, he had also inherited Bulma's technical genius. There was no machine he couldn't figure out or change to his liking.

"Got it!" Trunks said. "Piece of cake."

They watched as part of the rock face slid inward, revealing the doorway to the secret laboratory. They were amazed at how well hidden the door had been. Not even a seam had given its location away. Carefully, they walked into the darkness, aware that a trap may be waiting for them at any point.

As their eyes adjusted, they found themselves in a small entryway, leading to a larger, elaborately decorated room. The light streaming through the doorway showed a large table loaded with breads and fruits, many stuffed chairs, a small bed, and other pieces of comfort.

"It looks like someone's house," Gohan said.

"No," Vegeta answered, frowning. "It doesn't feel right. It looks more like these things have just been gathered together.

"Very astute!" came a voice from the darkness. "Well done, Vegeta!"

With a click, a spotlight was shone directly at them. The bright light blinded them as effectively as Tien's Solar Flare technique. They shielded their eyes and tried to focus on the source of the voice. A figure stepped in front of the light.

"Welcome, gentlemen," Nossoreg said. "Of course, with some of you, I use the term lightly."

"Where are they!" Vegeta demanded.

"See what I mean? No manners at all," Nossoreg chuckled.

"Please," Goku said calmly. "What have you done with them?"

"Now that's more like it. You will find that I am a stickler for formalities, so why don't we all just sit down and have a chat."

"No!" Vegeta shouted and started walking toward Nossoreg. "There will be no 'chatting'!"

"I wouldn't come any closer if I were you," Nossoreg warned.

Vegeta ignored the man and continued closing the distance between them. When he was within five feet of Nossoreg, Vegeta was suddenly blown back by an invisible force. He flew backwards and crashed into a chair where he lay, conscious, but unable to get back to his feet.

"What happened?" Trunks asked and ran over to check on his father.

"What was that?" Yamcha demanded. "What did you do to him?"

"I did nothing," Nossoreg replied. "He simply did not heed by advice. You see, there is an energy shield between us. It is devised not to allow any living being to pass."

"No living beings, huh?" Goku said, his fists clenched in anger. He raised one hand to attack. "How about energy blasts?"

"Oh I wouldn't recommend it," he said and held up his hand. In it was a remote control. "If this is destroyed, the shield will not be able to be turned off. If it cannot be turned off, you will not be able to pass. If you cannot pass, you will not be able to collect what you came here for."

"He's got us there, Goku," Krillen whispered to his friend. "I think we'll have to wait until we can come up with a better plan."

"All right, Nossoreg! We'll play by your rules. . .for now," Goku said.

"Splendid! Please, have a seat."

Goku, Gohan, and the others cautiously sat down. Vegeta reluctantly accepted Trunks' help into a chair, still weak on his feet. Nossoreg pulled his chair closer to the energy shield and sat with the remote control in his lap.

"Now, just let me start out by saying what a privilege it is to meet the heroes of the universe," he said with a genuine smile. "I have been waiting for this day for quite some time."