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The Perfect Blue

Part Two

Three Bloody Monkeys

 

Empire outskirts...

An emptied rundown facility, the saiyan, Raditz stands outside prince's quarters. He stares hesitantly at the door. The cause of his resistence, he did not want to deal with his ornery superior. One, though he is an incomparable indispensable lead, Raditz was apprehensive of his unpredictable temperament. Two, he did not think Vegeta liked him... at all.

*(Sighs) Here we go, again. * He thought bravely as he bursts boisterously in the room.

"Vegeta! I have urgent news." he yells rushing in, but is startled when seeing the dark prince staring back, wide awake, expectantly.

" …(Grunts) I could hear your frivolous clamoring outside my door. Not that it matters. What is it you want?" asks the somber saiyan.

Raditz stares blankly at the shorter man. Vegeta had a way of putting the strongest of men into a state of petrifaction. He was short in stature, but not in intimidation. For a moment he was lost in communication, unable to find his tongue through his impenetrable vicious stare. This timid behavior did not go unnoticed by the keen saiyan prince.

"... out with it." the brusque saiyan demands. Apparently, lord Vegeta has little patience when dealing with... well, anyone. His dark eyes meeting his equal scowling midnight brows giving the impression he was in an intolerable mood. "Your time is nearly up." he warned shortly.

Raditz quickly regained some confidence. "Ahem, we have a bit of a problem, Vegeta… actually a big problem!"

Now all of Vegeta's patience was gone. “ Don't make me repeat myself...."

Raditz shifted from his consistent iron glare. "It's a direct order from Frieza. He wants us to purge the complete cube sector of 907xy, the planet Nadreid, and collect numerical space data."

"Hmpf... you mean, he wants us to scout and weigh the planet. Ordered to rummage through space waste. That isolated cube sector has already been analyzed and expunged of hostile occupants several years back. I should've known... he's keeping us occupied with overworked garbage.” said Vegeta sitting on his bed, turned from Raditz, only his back faced him.

Raditz spoke, annoyed he was only speaking to the back of the prince.“ Vegeta, I have some information that may be of interest to you and make this mission a bit more entertaining with an extra incentive. Do you recall the last saiyan child sent out before the explosion of our planet. If not, let me refresh you, it's my younger sibling, Kakarot. He was sent to destroy a planet in the cube sector over 20yrs ago, after the explosion of Vejiitasei. Frieza never even knew of his escape or existence, I erased it from the records...” he was cut off.

Vegeta's back remained stagnant in a cold-shouldered stance. “So what?”

Raditz frowned. “ Well, there's an extra saiyan out there unaccounted for in sector, 906xy. ” he explained.

Vegeta exhales hostilely. “And, this is the same sector that low-level was sent to... some planet or another he was to purge, your point?" he snaps showing complete disinterest.

"Well, it's not too far from our objectives, maybe about a month's distance... two weeks, if we take the Aero." Raditz suggests.

Vegeta dismissed him with a disconcerting hand." Enough... sounds convenient, for you. But, it would take over a year to reach the cube sector alone. I don't see how this benefits me at all. And I never stated I would even go to... what's it called?" asked Vegeta.

"Earth." said Raditz hopefully, though his composure shaken by Vegeta's un-appeasing nature.

Vegeta waves his hand off, rejecting the notion entirely. "Whatever, it bears no significance to me. We're not going, it's a waste of my time to gather another burden...interesting destination however. I do wonder why we were assigned to this mission in the first place, was it your idea?” asks the shrewd Vegeta.

Raditz quickly goes on the defense. “My idea... whoa, wait, no, Vegeta. I wouldn't request missions for you... though, I must admit, I was getting bored and may have mentioned something to Zarbon. But I never thought Zarbon would listen. It must be a coincidence.” he claims.

“ I've heard enough, leave.” he dismisses Raditz instantly.

Raditz felt the need to push for this, he really felt this would benefit them in the end. “Vegeta, I didn't request this intentionally, nor did I rat out a fellow saiyan to Zarbon. I merely mentioned the poor qualities of the area that may hide a hidden technology. But, we do have an opportunity here, Vegeta. Their oversight is our chance, I urge you, do not reject this advantageous mission.” he councils.

Vegeta quickly responds. “ Mission? What mission? If anything it's a risky excursion, a frivolous misdirection you won't take the consequences for. Moreover, it would take too long in the pods, and we're assigned only to three. Would you cramp yourself with a, no doubt, smelly third-class? It's unique, let alone assuming, for two warriors to share a cramped pod...tch, tch, tch.” he implicates with a bemocking swaying finger.

Raditz tries to persuade, ignoring the bait. “No, there's another solution. We have the Aero at our disposal.” he informs.

Vegeta simpers. “Well then, I see you thought of everything, except the risk.”

Raditz straightens his posture firmly. “I think it'll be worth the gamble, the odds are stacked in our favor. Kakarot was the only saiyan erased from Frieza's tracking records, which is why he was unable to discreetly assassinate Kakarot like the other saiyan babies and warriors sent out before the detonation of our planet. He is the last. Kakarot, may even be of use to us, being that Frieza hates us so, another unknown addition is sure to rile him. He would have no choice but to accept Kakarot, or admit he killed all our brethren. Which, wouldn't set too well with his panel of already shaky allies.” compels Raditz using Vegeta's hate for Frieza.

Raditz loses confidence as watches Vegeta's back constrict; it was evident his plan backfires as he disregards his advice.

“Quiet, that's exactly what I don't want to do right now. It's not you, Frieza is gunning for. To force his hand so soon is an unsubtle misdirected whim, and will incur only his wrath. I don't need the trouble... Besides, do you honestly believe gathering a third-class citizen would bolster an ounce of difference, or another slave for Frieza to control?” he asks.

Raditz stiffens uncomfortably. “I hadn't thought so far, it's not that deep.”

Vegeta frowns. “ Oh yes, it is. I told you to leave.” he repeats.

Raditz looking at the tense back of Vegeta. “Yeah, I know. But, I don't want you to misunderstand me, I-“ Raditz was intercepted.

“Get the schematics for this planet.” Vegeta says abruptly, he turns his head to look at Raditz over the shoulder. “ I do not want to waste my time, lets just see if that third-class did his job. Aside from that, it has been twenty years. I'm certain he didn't survive, after all, he is the product of Bardock." he says with a facetious grin.

Raditz was insulted, he tightened his fists, but dared not challenged Vegeta, even if he insulted his father with crass humor. However, he was more bewildered by his sudden change of heart, what was he planning?

“Is there something you wish to address?” Vegeta torments, observing his silent thinking, awaiting his cowering reaction.

Raditz turned his head to the side, shamed. “No.”

“Then don't gnash your teeth and clench your fists and pretend you have the gall, let alone power to do something. You're an obvious read, wearing your emotions on you like a badge of disgrace. Easy pickings for the slaughter.” Vegeta ripped into him sardonically, spiting him with his demeanor.

Raditz refused to face the cynical Vegeta. Whether he regarded it or not, Vegeta is gradually becoming more and more like the beast they all loath. He's even starting to sound like Frieza. Raditz bowed out, refusing to bite.

Vegeta sneers proudly." Get to work. I've decided to go, however for my own reasons. You'll need to map out our path and scour our objective. Furthermore, how long it will take us." he orders, keeping his face hidden, making it difficult to see his reactions.

The galactical operation room is across the hall, adjacent to the current room they were in. Raditz unable to stand Vegeta's mouth leaves to the operations room where he quickly downloads the files on the planet earth.

Meanwhile, Vegeta changes into his standard uniform, peevishly stretching his muscles in the process. Once finishing dressing, he walks to where Raditz was working on the computer; he observes quietly.... time passed and the results on the planet earth were in.

"Now, let's see what we've got." said Vegeta moving Raditz out his way. He examines the report for a moment. "... Defective. This is worse then I expected. Inferior, just look at these sub-standard readings, it's just a humble mud-ball. It seems to be a rarity if one's power-level peaks past ten points. I do not think there is a power level over 330, and I bet it's a spiked power... as if battling at maximum. Kakarot failed. Dead for certain, or he's simply retarded." he condemned. (A/N: just a reminder, power levels are subjected to change, though these are depicted levels of the episode Arrival.)

Raditz felt Vegeta was making a huge mistake. "Vegeta, we could use the extra saiyan power. Plus, the three-hundred bracket is not bad for a saiyan of third-class, who undoubtedly trained himself. I say, the more of us the better.” he compels.

Vegeta lowers his eyes, scrutinizing. “Who's to say that it's Kakarot's power level we're observing? Perhaps, he was toppled by a weak earthling subspecies, ever consider that? Forget 3rd class, if it's his power level, it is equivalent to generic commoners of 4th and 5th rates of Vejiitasei's scummiest slum village.” he degrades condescendingly, poring over the results.

Raditz was stunted, he knew from these mediocre readings it was going to be a harder sale. He creases his heavy dark brows in determination. “Even the most pathetic of our race could handle a planet of this meager caliber. It has to be Kakarot's power level.” he assured.

Vegeta grunted. “ True, however, you only have a level of maximum, fifteen-hundred, and can barely hold your own menial tasks. However, he's weaker then you. What makes you so disturbingly optimistic?” he questions his intent.

Raditz shifts in response, his metal seat sticking to his skin, being that he wore men's short wrestler wear. “I simply have faith in our saiyan strength.” he concludes.

Vegeta sniggers, giving a pretentious applause. He claps in a pressuring-ridiculing manner in Raditz's blinking face. He slows it's bullying pace, finally slapping Raditz's in his face. “What strength? What you call strength is a sad pitiful joke. Only Nappa and I have strength, but I wouldn't put you in that category, no, not at all.” he mocks his power, or lack there of.

Raditz angrily grabs his face where he was slapped, he stares Vegeta down. Though, he refusing to vocally respond, and ignores the taunt to continue in a gruff, unpleased, voice. “ ...On that planet earth, there were several levels in the hundred bracket to be sure. However, only one of three-thirty. I doubt those earthlings could beat a saiyan, even a third-class soldier. I'm certain it's him.” he said through, strained, gritted teeth.

Vegeta sneers. “So sure, huh? But there was another at 322, what does that entail?”

Raditz frowns. “I don't know... what do think?”

Vegeta scowls. “ Hmn, well think about this, maybe it wasn't saiyan might that dominated the battle. The levels that we did pick up could have easily dealt with your brother. As I recall, his level was 5 before being sent out. But I'll give you the benefit of a doubt, let's say it's Kakarot, what's your point? He be a slave to earthlings by now, seeking their refuge for there are over five-billion power levels currently existing on that planet he was supposed to destroy! In addition, that level of insufficient power is too low to be trifled with. Convince me fully this isn't a burden, he's been there over twenty years.” Vegeta barters snippily.

Raditz clears his throat and gets down to business.“ Well, I am a first-class warrior with power level of fifteen-hundred. It's not the most superior, however my brother is still young and has no active saiyan combat experience. Something must've happened; he needs training to be a saiyan warrior. I'm certain we can raise his level few more points through continuous battles. To ostracize him before even giving it a try is the same as genocide. We need more saiyans. What's more, you being a super-elite, can help bring that earth dog up to saiyan standards!" Raditz remonstrates his point.

Vegeta backs up from the sitting Raditz, and paces the room. He stops, and coldly rebuts. “Somehow you got the suicidal idea that I'm a teacher of some sorts. I am the prince of all saiyans, I train no one. Bring him up to saiyan standards you say, all substandard saiyans are preprogrammed the same at birth, your brother is no different. Are you now condoning his failure, or in fact, excusing it? Face it, Bardock's rejected seedling simply couldn't grasp the basic meta-cognitive process during suspended pod-training. Heh, even 5th sub-class citizens have mastered the simple introductory instructional process. Sorry, being Bardock's depreciated seed is not a technicality to allow that type of retardation into the fold. And genocide, touching and profound words coming from you. But the reality is, there are no longer any female saiyans in existence to inseminate, without even one, suffice it to say, there's no hope on continuing our race as it once was.”

Raditz looks boldly to Vegeta. “Well, what about other races? I sure we can mate with other sprecies.”

Vegeta's features harden from the mere suggestion. “ A cheapened half-breed will never be a full-blooded saiyan or obtain our raw power. Our blood will be corrupted, degraded with each non-saiyan race we procreate with. In fact, it will be a new race altogether, a half-bred insufficient colony. It is foolish, and disgusting to think otherwise. Essentially, all this boils down to is that I know what is best for me. I will not bother with retrieving your brother.” he rejects coldly without the slightest hint of emotion.

Losing all confidence, Raditz bows his head. “But, we need the help, all this scouting without help, it's a pain!”

Vegeta frowns. “Pathetic, what kind of help you think this fool can be? What's worst, the earth and all it's occupants still stand. And you know what that means, don't you, Raditz. Your beloved brother is a classic fuck-up!" he objurgates. “That's if, he wasn't defeated.” he laughs peering in cynically. Raditz seemed to submit. “I know, but...”

Vegeta puts his hand up to silence him. “Quiet. You can always fetch him by yourself. I have no interest in this earth at all. Go alone.” he suggests wisely.

Raditz looks at him. “I guess I could, but I would have to take a pod... You would have to come and pick us up for the same reason you stated earlier. We both can't fit in a pod.”

Vegeta cracked his neck dauntingly. “Are you not understanding me? What don't you get with what I've said!? I have no interest in this excursion. You want him, you get him. He is a failure.”

Raditz felt disgrace by his cruel mockery, couldn't believe he thought so little of one of their own. But, he decides to boldly appeal to Vegeta anyway. " True, but I still think we should see why he hasn't accomplished his mission, and why billions of humans still roam the planet freely. We shouldn't let him go unopposed, and unpunished. As our prince, you should be the one to decide his fate." he said sternly, fully turning his seat to face Vegeta.

Vegeta stops glowering; he seems pleased. "… now that is what I wanted to hear from the start, and the same goes for those earthlings. Hmn, if not to retrieve... then, to punish.”

Raditz sneers at his politics, convincing Vegeta was no easy feat. “ Good, haha!”

Vegeta glances at Raditz with a guarded eye. “ Wipe that obnoxious grin off your face. A deal with me does not come without sacrifice, it can be the same as making a pact with the devil. You won't get exactly what you want in the end, a janus-faced consequence you shall reap.” he scoffs deeply. “ In regards to your precious Kakarot, you get tragedy in turn. We do not tolerate failure. Kill your only kin. ” he says indifferently.

Raditz listens to Vegeta, he was right of course. Saiyan warriors don't have blind loyalty, and right now it was best to be more like their ruthless selves. If Kakarot refused to join, then he will die.

“....” he doesn't respond vocally however.

“He is our enemy. That is the only way.” he said somewhat suggestively as if telling Raditz the only way Frieza would allow another saiyan and not provoke him, is to have that saiyan be confiscated as a slave. At least that's how Raditz interpreted it, Vegeta will never concur his suspicions however.

Raditz balled his fist noticeably."So, we're going to get Kakarot after all. Finally, now I can see what Bardock was so damn proud of." he says enviously looking down at his tensely balled fists.

Vegeta regarded him with a cold glare, observing for a long period. Then his lip curls as he speaks in revulsion. “ You have a personal agenda with Kakarot, you best never show that sentiment again. Or, our race will be one step closer to extinction.” he threatened boldly, and somewhat dementedly.

Raditz recovers slowly from his leader's bold sickening declare; he regretted the blissful weakness he showed. “I forgot my place. I will stifle my personal vendettas.”

Vegeta grunts dissatisfied with his words. “We shall see. In the meantime, inform Nappa that we'll stopping by earth and a few other training spots before finishing business on Nadreid." he orders.

Raditz affirms with a positive nod. "Yes, Vegeta. It has been some time since we last fought together, the three of us, that is.” he engages in friendly-talk.

Vegeta snorted indifferently, narrowing his obsidian eyes.. “ What's with this nostalgic “that is” talk, as if we're old friends. Such formality is brazen. We share the same race, not class. And I have never fought with you, quite the opposite, disillusioned aspirant.” he dissects Raditz's pride.

Raditz scowls. “So, that's how it is.”

Vegeta ignored his grim temper; he knew he hit Raditz hard with his critical distinguishing of their classes, and standings.

Haughtily the shorter saiyan moved on to more degradation. “Nevertheless, I doubt you malingerers improved your second-rate skills at all. I have to see just what the hell I'm stuck with." Vegeta discredits horribly. He disassociated himself from his companions, or rather associates, maybe even the “hired help” in his cold eyes.

Raditz dulls his expression and slumps his shoulders depressed. “I promise to show my worth, despite your doubt." he humbly challenges with a low deep menacing voice, then starts to exit the room.

However, Vegeta halts him with scornful scoff. Raditz peers back at the shorter saiyan who's now staring out into space in the darkest corner of the room, again his back distantly to him.

"… Raditz, don't think I did this out of saiyan-unity. I'm only doing this to defy the empire… don't have any misgivings that it is anything else besides power." he says equally as distant as his demeanor.

Raditz looked to him emotionless, how do you respond to something like that, truly an unquestioning powerful statement. "Yes, I understand... the thought never existed."

Vegeta turns around annoyed. "Why are you still here!?" he snaps.

Raditz quickly exits the room.

Vegeta stood there scowling. "Idiot."

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Somewhere on the darkest brink of mankind:

A computerized female voice is heard, echoing throughout dilapidated ghostly vessel. No course or destination is plotted. Dingy, dank and abandoned. It seemed to be nothing animated on this lonesome vessel but the sound of that droning, feminine, digital voice announcing random vital statistics.

(Ship's life at 4% back up support systems, non-functional. Internal universal computer, shutting down in approximately three hours, four minutes, and thirty-three seconds. Occupant's life expectancy after shutdown, terminal, at an estimated 2% beyond six months. Fatality. Bio contaminates have breached the lower level lab-facilities. Ship will shut down all resources to conserve lasting resources, only sustainable air will remain at 14%.)

And so on, and so on this cold, mechanized, digital box preached to a choir the was not there to witness, but one. One discounted space creature clinging on to its disparaging life, dying slowly listening to the digital voice's gloomy conversation... for it is the only thing that lets them know they are alive... keeping company, keeping sane in this exiled floating tomb.

And soon that feminine, digital voice will fade when the ship finally exhausts leaving the darkly clothed creature to exist in a non-living vessel that is currently drifting through the haunting junk piles of dead space, with no end in sight.

To float eternally on a ghost ship. A fate long since sealed... “I still live... do not forget me.”

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The targeted planet Earth...

Currently, myriad of children play harmoniously in front of huge dome facility belonging to the richest scientist in Japan, Dr. Hanes Briefs. The billionaire computer-tech tycoon, known to be a rebel scientist, but having global success allows for such eccentrics... such as being named after underwear...

The capsule corporation compound is largest company in the world, a nationwide industry. It's no surprise capsule compound has the richest land surrounding it in pollution-free greenery.

The city outside the compound gates is alive with an abundance of generic vehicles on the daily commute, jampacking the roads causing congestive traffic flow. However the sky is clear of industrial pollutants, toxins and gases stemming from energy use of burning fuel, power and or chemical plants et cetera. Outside the district was another matter, air quality is much poorer.

Currently, the streets are busy with invested citizens, tourists and spectators, observing a huge block party on the compound of the dome facility of capsule corps. Media crews lined the parking lot of capsule corps facilities, apparently having press-conference having to do with the globalization of capsule corporation industries. Behind the conference is the ongoing celebration of CC. industries thirty-year anniversary.

The current President of CC. industries, Dr. Briefs and his vice co. chairperson, not to mention his only daughter, Bulma Briefs are participating with the local and abroad media. Together they're doing the public relations bid to get national coverage in support of their work.

Dr. Briefs with his silver-lavender hair, tugs at his sophisticated glasses and prominent mustache. He seems eager to promote the thirty-year anniversary of his company that he built from the ground on up. Proud of his accomplishments he wants to assure Japan is safe with current earth-friendly technologies, even though he has a toxic cigarette in his mouth . With his daughter's help, the earth, science, and technology are on the way to advancement and redevelopment. Of course, there are skeptics and the reason for the conference.

“Dr.Briefs!” a reporter calls.

Dr.Briefs looks down from his high podium, looking for his planted reporter, unfortunately, he gets the critic. “Yes, you again, John?”he sighs amused getting a chuckle from the blood-thirsty media. “Look, no more questions about my hair. It's naturally this shade, I didn't genetically enhance it!”he teases.

John shakes his red face profusely. The chubby, middle-age balding man seems embarrassed. “Then, I have no more questions.” he jokes and the entire media conference laughs. The laughs die down and John gets back to business. “ Seriously, Dr.Briefs, the people of Japan want to know about the fiscal responsibilities of CC. Industries. We already know of the great accomplishments of your company. However, there have been some controversial concerns with faulty and fiscally disastrous trade agreements and spending that will land this country in bankruptcy. Is it wise to outsourced overseas operations with the U.S. and U.K.” he asks.

Dr. Briefs smiles as his daughter, Bulma Briefs takes on the question. Her long hair and luxurious, youthful face and charming curves always was a brilliant political deterrent. “ CC. Industries has a working relationship with the U.S. and U.K., we compliment each other. Not only that, with the U.S. fiscal priority is fairly balanced on both ends and nothing but prosperity has been gain on a global economic scale. Lets not forget, CC. Industries was first produced in the U.S. It's something that should be encourage, not attacked. We are learning to truly respect each capabilities, and would not have been able to gain such knowledge or have the means to developed the current technologies we our comfortably, and currently living in. The recent counter measures to combat fluctuating climate change and global warming couldn't have progressed without their data, cooperation, and unity. ” she illustrated with a charismatic posture finishing with a charming smile

John smiles, representing what most of the media frenzy was thinking. “Okay, Ms. Briefs. fair enough. So, is there any validity to the rumor that you'll be running for president in 08?” he asks highly. A few other reporters shouted yeah, presenting a media friendly atmosphere.

Bulma Briefs, brushes back her long, shiny, flat-ironed, aqua hair. Her blue eyes sparkled teasingly as the afternoon sun graced her vision, she smiles gently, and winks. “...hmn, 08? Oh, I'm afraid the scheduled conferences ended at noon, and it's nearing one!” she evades cleverly.

The media audience is dissatisfied. “Ah, come on!” shouts John excitedly, hoping she would, because the current candidates sucked.

Security begins to usher the media, they gradually disperse into different locations to cover the festivities instead. As usual, the media was in the Briefs's pocket, they had them trained-well, too well not to ask the most intrusive questions. The conference was over too quickly, much to the Brief's delight.

Dr. Brief mingles with some important colleagues, having serious topics to discuss. He was surrounded by world generals, diplomats, politicians and scientists like himself. Bulma, however, was done with public appearances. Truly, she is rarely seen by the public unlike her father, who was the face of CC. industries. It was difficult to get a hold of the Dr's daughter, it seemed she avoided humanity altogether, but wanted to save it all just the same.

A man is doing fantastic gymnastics impressing the crowd, especially the females. Dr. Briefs takes a moment away from his colleagues to notice. “That Yamcha, always showing off. He and Bulma will never get together at this rate... I don't think that daughter of mine even cares... hmn... where is she? Gone, again!? ARGH!” he complains finally noticing his daughter took off, leaving him to host this shindig she arranged.

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Bulma is on the highest level of the capsule corps facilities looking down on the world. Her face indifferent, mentally, she seems to be miles away from this world. Physically, she watches over it like a vigilant hawk over its nest, or would prey be a better description?

The wind blows cold, and foul. Yet, she doesn't flinch or shutter from the bitter, cold, uninviting, violent gust. Firmly, the gale only strengthens her impenetrable visual, blowing her hair in all directions. Her disposition seemed to indicate concern. She sighs suddenly, breaking her concentration.

“Why, why do I feel so unease lately.” she utters to the increasing storm clouds that threaten to ruin the celebrations below. She notices. “Hmn, it looks like rain... ” she says distantly.

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Departure docks:

Location, Frieza's substandard base...

In a launching area riddled with trash and greasy fluids, the three mighty saiyans warriors emerge. Ignoring his accustomed grimy surroundings, Vegeta boards the spacecraft known as Aero, along with Nappa and Raditz.

The Aero is battle-worn ship, obtained during a grounded battalion mission against a past technologically advanced planet. This ship was however a leftover in the main capital stockpile. As they say, to the victors goes the spoils. Unfortunately, they left out the part about the tyrant who controls the victors. Frieza claimed 99% of the spoils leaving the victors, the saiyans with crappy leftovers he had no use for. In any case, it's a fast and spacious ship that can hold hordes of occupants. In addition, it's more reliable then the space pods, and a prized to be sought on this low-level compound.

Though Vegeta despised using this horrid gift from Frieza, he knew fully well, a gift from Frieza was no gift without lingering, consequential, attachments. Resorting to using this machine showed vulnerability, debt, and compliance. The three things he never wanted Frieza to have from him, but to complete his grand objective, he had to use the tools at his disposal. The aero's tempting range of traveling advantages is just what he needed. His agenda didn't go without personal sacrifice; he sought his destiny and now he has a ride to it.

The saiyans enter the Aero, heading directly to the cockpit.

Nappa jeers Raditz. "Whelp, it's time to see exactly what that sorry excuse of a saiyan Kakarot turned out to be. I heard from Vegeta, that he's a slave to the earth creatures." he teased. Raditz rolled his eyes, not that he didn't agree with their cynicism; in fact, Kakarot could be a total loser. It's just that he felt they were insulting him as well... and they were.

The two saiyans enter the cockpit and get into their usual stations.

Vegeta lately enters the room, obviously procrastinating, hating every minute of being in this machine. But is was also a routine with him; he's rode this vessel at least ten times before. Scanning the room, he spots Nappa seated as navigator.

"Nappa, get us to Lodoss." he directs.

Raditz head snaps. "Huh, What? I thought we were going to earth first?!" he asked confused.

“Aww, isn't that sweet tenderly, brotherly, lovely! You stink, Raditz!” Nappa gibes.

"Quiet!” Vegeta snaps heatedly, his eyes focused on Raditz. “As usual you show your stupidity to question my command in such an irate manner, simply foolish. Furthermore, you are in no position to dictate a damn thing." he instructs sternly.

Raditz bit his tongue knowing that Vegeta was most certainly stronger then him and he was still the prince. "I apologize, I overreacted." said a begrudging Raditz.

Vegeta grimaced. " As you should be. You forget your place too often.”

It was hard for Raditz to ignore Vegeta's attitude, but really, he had little choice but to roll with the punches.

Raditz looked to Vegeta from his sitting position." Well, mind telling us why you changed your mind? Lodoss of all places, it is far a field from our objective." asked Raditz snootily.

Vegeta remained impassive. "Our objective, or yours? Correct me, but when was it I started to answer to you? I don't need to explain myself. Moreover, your pitiful, grin and bare it, farce, does not fool me.”

Raditz pouts. “I wasn't sucking-up, just being informative by asking. ” defended Raditz, keeping his anger in-check. Vegeta wasn't that much stronger then him that he wouldn't fight him. He felt he had a descent chance, though it's been three years since he last seen Vegeta fight. However, no matter how advanced, he couldn't have become strong enough to take him out without a fair fight. Maybe, he was even a bit rusty, hoped this pitiful creature Raditz.

Nappa punched Raditz's shoulder; Raditz glares back angrily. “Shut up, moron. Man, you're really pushing it!” Nappa warned knowing how his little mid worked.

Vegeta engagingly glances back at Raditz. “ I feel the seething indignation, burning, building, though you lack conviction to act, pity. Rage that hides, is stifled and simmers to a dull roar. You waste your hate so. I would have loved to beat you into a bloody pulp.” he goads tenaciously. “Or, has your, keep an eye on the birdy attack, become secondary to a more advanced finishing move.” he mocked Raditz's signature move.

Raditz's twitches his eye in reaction to his words looking back at the shorter resolute man. Vegeta was too keen on picking up his emotions. Though, he was caught, he denies his boiling resentment toward the shorter saiyan. “What do you mean? I'm not angry. I just thought we'd be going to earth sooner. It's frustrating is all.”

Vegeta shifts his head to the side almost whimsically, having the jaded expression of an angel but the words of a demon. “I hate lies and liars and I despise those who do it to my face. I know that look, don't be proud enough to test me with mendacity.” He says, then walks to central computer panel. “Regardless, I told you we were going to make a few stops, did you not think I would make those stops?” He says in a smart-ass tone examining digital images on the panel.

Raditz looks uncomfortable. “Well, yeah, er no...bah, I just didn't think.” he says truly frustrated.

Vegeta frowned at his mincing of words. “ Selfish. It's not about you, it's about me. Furthermore, I'm not in any rush to fetch an earth puppet.” he clarifies.

Raditz was stunned at his leader's haughty arrogance. He truly was a selfish prick. “Well excuse my selfishness.” he says astounded not really meaning his words.

Vegeta pays him no mind. “Yes, quite selfish. You are not excused. Any matter, I should inform you, it's been some time since you've been in actual combat. You and Nappa, need the experience of battling versatile alien factors. It's imperative you familiarize yourselves with unique battle-ready methods of different species. ” he instructs in his black uniform with white armor, also, red and black, extended shoulder pads.

Nappa scowls. "Surely, you don't think Kakarot will be a match for us? A joke, Raditz could handle the whole planet by himself, haha!" barked the huge warrior named Nappa.

Vegeta and Raditz turned in the direction of Nappa, dismayed by how stupid his comment was.

Vegeta shook his head. "No, Frieza is the one I'm concerned with... that nefarious ne'er-do-well is plotting something uneventful, but will most likely have his two cronies carry it out. Frieza has been very secretive as of late. He's withholding something. It reminds me of the time when he professed an “undetected” meteor struck our planet. The same proud theatrical deceit plays in his eyes... we must be on guard. I will not allow him to outmaneuver me, ever again." stated Vegeta firmly.

Silence overtook the ship as the two bigger saiyans watched the intensity in their leader's eyes grow.

"Notify me when we reach, Lodoss." Vegeta said abruptly. Then exits without another word to his quarters, leaving the saiyans in an uncomfortable silence.

Raditz feeling depressed from Vegeta's prediction, decided he needed to loosen up. "Nappa." he called the big warrior in heavy black armor.

"Yeah!" said Nappa, who appeared too dense to be nervous.

"You stink, haha!" he chided.

"What? ... that's just stupid... " Nappa snubs his nose at Raditz's comment.

The two saiyans continue hauling insults at each other, thus the commencement of the saiyan verbal wars.

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Vegeta enters his quarters. An isolated cold room that had an expanse viewing of space in all its glory. He observes the beckoning darkness, conveying his thoughts with the bleakness of endless night. It seemed comforting, this empty, soothing, forever nothingness seen through the space of a window's viewing. So, familiar, this entombing night, it allowed him to rest his weary mind.

He was tired, mentally exhausted. He wondered how long did he have to keep going through this repetitive epical saga with Frieza. Every beginning has an end, as the story is told. But, when would this impolitic farce end, this terrible nightmare since birth? Royal obligations, saiyan traditions, prideful images... how long could he keep up this facetious charade? A comical perilous life of barbarous hardships for the sake of nothing. It all seemed so little, obsolete, meaningless. Why then, should he even consider continuing down a bleak path so inglorious?

He wouldn't allow any further provocation, tactless thoughts to discourage and plague the mind. Too much idle thought make men grow weak. To yearn for a life not meant for them is daydream that only aides in procrastination. To covet freedom, was silly, even idealistic. Vegeta was not a daydreamer, nor was he a man based on moral principles. Perhaps that is why he didn't mind destroying others; he hated them for their focus, their optimism, their joy, and their freedom. If he is not free, then why spare those so blissfully naive?

But, could he be so vengeful-minded, would he be so vindictively weak-minded and fall apart at the seems bestowing victim's the same maltreatment, because he suffered from continuous failure, shame and yes, even envy? An adventurous thought to temporarily muse over.

But, alas, no. Vegeta accepted his fate long ago, never entertaining the idea of expanding his linage, never participating in such juvenile needy practices. He had already deduced his race deceased, declaring himself a living deadman. Such entertaining thoughts to believe otherwise, were in his eyes, unhealthy. Man didn't conquer the universe with thinking alone. It was brute action, barbarous conquering force, and he be a beastly machine, cold, hard, and unbreakable like titanium. He would act, not waste time planning. Civility, organization of politics came after the crushing ruin of his titan rage. In short, he choose the loneliest path of bitter hatred and carnage.

The future he saw was the coldest night, the same that summons him now. Death sought him to rule in its favor, and he welcomed it at anytime.

A miserable dreadful life he currently sustains, with someone so mentally incapable, could he continue forward, or grip and drag everyone down to death with him?

He is a living deadman with no past and no future.

Peering into nothingness, searching the silent void of shimmering stars. This was the only time he felt free, without struggle or thoughts. It's an odd, seducing, dark, silent, release. His only blessed haven, blanketed by a black smothering embrace. A grim illusion to which he sought no refuge, believing the hollow it teases.

Truly, he's a prisoner in mental shackles, reality is his black curse. However, something was off, he had a feeling that this mission was going to produce a new alternative. Ultimately, to change everything in way he never imagined or could control. Was this a good thing? It couldn't get worse then what he has already been through, and that's not just referring to Frieza. What was this odd feeling that overcame him that couldn't be described? Was it hope...? Of is it fear of the future, a struggle that is endless? Has already condemned his tortured soul to a prophetic defeat? He didn't want to think anymore, about anything.

He walks thoughtlessly to his bed, and lays down closing his eyes, giving way to the familiar eternal night, leaving those crucial question to never be answered.

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Nappa and Raditz gossiped.

Raditz looks at the glowing ball of light beaming off Nappa's bald sweaty head. “I think Vegeta's bi-poler... he's losing his edge.”

Nappa scowls. “Is that so, care to tell him that!? You just don't understand Vegeta. Besides, bi-polar suggests he switches from happy to sad, etc. Has Vegeta ever been happy?

Raditz frowned. “Well, ah no. Then he's clinically depressed, or manic! He clearly has questionable tendencies.” her argued.

Nappa shakes his bald sweaty head. “ And that's why you always get yelled at, haa haa! You talk way too much! You're just mad cuz he think you're stupid, and weak. Cuz you are, ahahaha!” he laughs hard.

Raditz huffs. “That little man has changed. It was bad enough when we discovered Frieza destroyed our home planet, and he opted to do nothing about it. Saying power is all that mattered, even when Cold executed Turles, he didn't step in. But now, it's worse after he came back from banishment, his three-year disciplinary punishment trial. The planetary exile. Now, he seems so detached, and argumentative. He doesn't have the same passion for dominance... it's like he's empty inside or something, without soul, meaning or purpose. He's not like any of us in the empire. I heard he was held at the Landou!” he gossips scandalously.

Nappa shook his head not believing the notion. “Nonsense, you know as well as I, that there is no release from that haven of madness.”

Raditz frowned. “Yeah, maybe. But, he's still too random. I really think he's losing touch with reality. He gambles with our lives. I'm starting to ponder about making an official report and putting it all on the record. Not to mention, he acts as if he's so much stronger then before. I see no difference in the three years we were apart. I could take him, you know.” claimed Raditz.

Nappa tugged his mustache. “Nonsense, your power isn't close to his level, even three years ago you're not near his level. Humble yourself quick, before he gets tired of your arrogance. For that matter, we shouldn't be discussing these matters that we know so little of. You're drunk, sleep it off.” Nappa suggests.

Raditz shook his head insistently. “Come on, the guy's a loon, we're exposing ourselves to his way of doing things. He's trouble, he'll kill us without thinking twice. It's like we're under guillotine, and he's the hatchet man!” he states boldly, courageous as a drunk should be.

Nappa glowers. “Hmph, liquid courage. We're not having this mutinous gabfest, Raditz. Vegeta could kill us both without the slightest effort... that is the one thing I agree on.” he says then gets up from the table they were drinking on. “You're just afraid.”

Raditz stops drinking suddenly, then looks directly at Nappa. “ And, so are you. Everyone in the empire is for that matter, why do you think we're in the outskirts. No one wants to work with us anymore. Because they are unnerved, they want him dead!” he says quieted, then looks down at his drink and speaks freely. “ The man has an uncanny ability to strike fear into anyone, including Frieza. By just one glance, one can feel inferior in his gaze, to doubt and lose confidence. I think that is why Frieza requested him from the King, no other being in the universe ever provoked his sense of fear. I'm sure, no, I'm certain he's curious as we all are as to why his eyes are so haunting. Like a parasite leeching unto our soul. No matter how powerful he actually is; he makes us realize the weakness within ourselves, exposing our fear of what the future may hold... and that's a dangerous thing, too dangerous. ” he comments seriously.

Nappa grunted, ignoring the Raditz confessional. “Shuddup.” he dismisses. “ You obviously thought about this a lot, which makes you pathetic. And Frieza was impressed by Vegeta's nobility, skill and power. He's strongest saiyan, born with a power level over twelve-hundred! Your power level now. Ha, I'm going to take a shower. You'd do well not to utter such ignorant words about. You never know who may be listening. And lay off the sauce.” Nappa advises.

Raditz glowers as he watches Nappa leave. “ It's just us two here... ...and I'm not drunk, yet! Hmpf, I'm not a loyal lapdog like you, Nappa... for that matter, neither is our leader. Twelve-hundred, huh. Well, there was a saiyan said you have had a level of ten-thousand when birthed. And all those superior royals did, was kill him. He'd just as soon kill you too... but you know that, don't you, Nappa? ” he says sarcastically, then drinks the rest of his brew.

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The bibulous Nappa stumbles drunkenly down the hall. He thought of Raditz's outburst, wondering if he would actually write a report on Vegeta. He would have to be killed if that were the case. It would doom Vegeta and their chances of ever being free and defeating Frieza. This time it won't be just a three-year punishment, it will be the Landou, an institution consisting of the strongest and most lethal warriors that cracked under pressure. Essentially, it's a lunatic asylum. Vegeta would forever be labeled insane, drugged, analyzed, and even experimented on. There were tales, horrid tales of maltreatment and sordid practices of the patients held there, even brutal medieval means of torture for those considered unruly. Vegeta would be the prime candidate for such ill-treatment. In the end, he would only be known by the black ink that accounts his chronological ill-behavior, documented and filed away for the demented doctors who probe him, and lobotomize him.

Coincidentally, there were rumors of Frieza temporarily placing Vegeta in the institution known as the Landou. But it couldn't be a truthful rumor, because there is no known release from the Landou. Once you are committed, you stay committed til death do you part... if your lucky enough to endure this certifiable, unholy sanctuary, or rather, a living mortuary.

Essentially, Nappa wouldn't allow such a shamed fate to befall the final saiyan prince. He's the only respectable image left of their home planet, and the only thing that keeps him loyal. Protecting that past glory is what kept him motivated as a saiyan, unlike the rest of the orphaned soldiers Frieza forcefully recruited. They have no inspiration left of themselves, turning their existence over to Frieza's control. Becoming his army of slave-puppets.

But for Nappa, it wasn't just about pride, or loyalty. It was more about self-regard. He had to be able to stomach what he dealt, to live with his decisions, even a saiyan has regrets. Nappa has his own set of rules and betraying a saiyan prince in such a disgraceful manner is unthinkable, and it would ultimately be the coup of the saiyans final downfall. Though he relished in destruction, he was still somewhat co-dependant on his comrades, couldn't see himself venturing without them.

Nappa shrugs his shoulders while seeing through a inebriated haze. He concluded through doubled-vision, Raditz was just drunk and talking out his hairy butt, harmless bravado. However, he did have a few valid points, but that is not his concern.

“Lets see if he's so ballsy when he wakes up with a hangover! Ahh ha ha... oh, wait, I might have a hangover too!” he whines in a drunken stupor, then passes out blocking the corridor with his bulky body.

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After four restless nights, the Aero brazenly lands on the planet Lodoss...

The saiyans land the craft and immediately take to the air. They observe the rough crumbled land below, looking for prey.

They halt mid-air.

"This is it." says an arrogant warrior with an unmerciful sneer. "The planet that will soon cease to pollute the universe. Humph... another pile of garbage." Vegeta says with a disgusted frown.

The planet was a dump, trampled by the ruin of an inactive war zone. Lodoss's dull surroundings blended with the lime-tint of the planet. The sky is darkly clouded with brown smoke; heavy and humid air beat down on the land and inhabitants below. It smelled of ashes, corpses... and filth. The visible area in discouraging dilapidation, dominated by classic epic battles, and famine untold to the universe.

"Unfortunate souls of Lodoss, take heed for the saiyans have arrived. Pray for a quick slaying!" shouted a newly energized Vegeta.

His lethal threat was received and ignited a fire in some of the restless natives looking for a fight. The devastating thrill of a challenge was thick in the air in the midst of the planet.

"Looks like you're ready to die." says Nappa looking down at the scattering natives.

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Vegeta face is sullen, downcast, a wicked grin plastered across his prominent features. "Ah, it looks like we have company, all the natives have come to play!" he said with a menacing tone descending gradually to the ground, the others following suit. “Well now, lets play.” he concludes his vocal taunt.

An army of aggressive blue-aliens came from the under the wood-workings of bouldered ruins, eager to fight. One of the many warriors, shouts. "You three morons came to the wrong side of town with combative intentions. You are not welcome here, go home while you still have a chance.” the blue-man threatens.

Raditz scoffs with his black, long, hair weaving to and fro in the sky. “Impressive taunt. Do you intend to back it up?” he questions, checking his scouter, sneering at the results.

The native growls. “ Your arrogance will get you killed. We'll be confiscating that ship of your's as a consequence of your trespass." he promises.

They all laugh, including the saiyans, but they were laughing for a different reason altogether.

Another various alien steps forward, announcing their doom. It's a female with platinum blond hair, she leers. "Why are you so amused? So afraid, you laugh out of fear, or is it sheer madness?” she says with a sassy seductive voice.

Her sister, it would seem, with wild platinum hair jumps into the action. “Probably so, Neisha. So, are you travelers, warriors, or just plain losers?" she shouted among the blue-warriors. “You must be to challenge, the thousand-men killers! The strongest gang on the planet! And this is our territory!” she boasts proudly with striking fist dynamically in the air.

The blue-gang began to gather around the three mighty warriors.

Vegeta halts the saiyan descent to the surface; he scrutinizes his opponents from his position in the air. The locals were used to space invaders he observed; they weren't concerned with the fact they were hostile invaders. They must have battled low-leveled space pirates and defeated them to be so confident.

Vegeta sneers shrewdly. “Oh dear me, it looks like we're in a pickle.” he mocks this a deep tone, tilting his head, and throwing his hands back.

Nappa tighten his fists with excitement. ” Look here, it's the, thousand-weakling, blueberry-gang, eh Vegeta? Hahaha, done massaging your berries, freaks! “ he brutishly taunts.

Raditz seems bored. “ This won't be a challenge. Oh well, it will just have to do, the torture I put myself through… " he said with dull rigid tone.

Vegeta mentally contemplates his first, line of attack.

* ...this planet has high-gravity, at least twenty-times normal, that's ten above our native planet. Must be due to the planet's current shitty state. This should give those little powder puffs a slight advantage… over Raditz. *

Vegeta leers derisively, then scrutinizes Raditz, not confident in his abilities.

Raditz could only respond. "Don't worry about me, I'm a full-blooded saiyan. I can handle this alone if need be."he claims confidently.

Vegeta was not impressed by his overconfident bravado; he then looks over to his steadfast guard Nappa, and could see he was reeling to fight. Vegeta began to glow red, for he too could feel his bloodlust rising with anticipation of the hunt and then the kill. And with that adrenaline raging thought coursing through his needy veins, he skyrockets vertical onto atmosphere.

They all look to see him shoot to the big-sky like a blazing aero high into the clouds. He fades from sight into the cover of thick governing clouds. Raditz and Nappa couldn't even detect him, it looked like he ran away. The natives begin to laugh at his retreat.

“Look at him go! Looks like the littlest one fled!” Laugh Neisha, the platinum-haired blue bombshell.

Raditz looks to his leader's retreat. “Great, he left us to do our own battling... I told you he ws rusty, that's why he won't fight!”

Nappa was stunned, the little rat took off. “Uh, where'd he go? No way he would runaway... unless he wants to test our progress!” he says hopeful.

The sky suddenly darkens, an ominous dark that wipes the sneers off the onlooker's faces. Threatening clouds increase suddenly, lowering as if being vacuumed to the ground, spinning and twisting into a counterclockwise cyclonic cylinder. Wind blowing from all directions with one man controlling the whirling funnel from above. The sheer raging velocity holding him centered, steadily in the air, turning his body and surroundings into a vicious, spinning, titanic, whirlwind. If there were a meteorologist around, he'd say, it's a categorical-5, land-devouring saiyan tornado, with the energy and wind-velocity of a massively destructive nuclear bomb. The circular garnet saiyan-tornado hovers largely in the air, not touching ground, but stealing the sky, circling around looking like a cotton candy machine, changing the colors of the sky. Then, it abruptly descends monstrously to the surface, impelling the land in a sightless windstorm. A negative force against the balance of the planet's nature, vaporizing the land, sandblasting a great number of warriors out of existence, blowing the bodies into diced bleeding parts, and those in the center of the funnel were nothing more then red blended particles. The impact, craters a deep canon in the process. The heat and energy from the man-made grinder, wipes out the entire city.

This stunned all left on the distant battlefield, including Nappa and Raditz feeling the gust of thunder squall and death.

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The fight has begun; the previously stunned alien warriors who survived, quickly regroup. Once overcoming the initial shock of Vegeta's unnerving attack, they strike back with vengeful force. Essentially, that sucker punch from Vegeta, fueled the battle.

Vegeta surfaces from his nuclear-sized crater, flying spirally back into the air, fully charged for battle. "GIVE THEM PAIN! KILL EVERY SOUL!" he shouts, sentencing death to everything by throwing sporadic dead-on galvanized blasts.

Nappa and Raditz look to each other while fighting, motivated by his vigorous energy. Renewed, they enthusiastically began to attack.

"With Pleasure!" shouts the brutish Nappa, salivating with extreme excitement. Red-faced, he bolts head-first into a native's stomach, making a gushing, bone-crushing sound. The attack kills the blue-native instantly, as the spine rips grotesquely through the mouth. The body falls to the ground and Nappa instinctively turns directions with tenacious speed, he sky-blasts baldhead-first into an impeding group of vengeful warriors.

Raditz, who was fairing pretty well, finishes taking down the warriors in his path. Though, there weren't many warriors in his direction, nonetheless he was managing fine.

He takes advantage of the break in the action and focuses his attention on Vegeta. The masculine though somewhat petite saiyan stood out through the army of many blue warriors. Not because his incidental stature, but by the eerie calmness he sported in battle.

Raditz was amazed by the slaughtering display that change his initial opinion of the endangered prince altogether. His thoughts and confidence now weren't so solid, doubts invaded his mind that maybe he overreacted before with overconfidence. True, Vegeta did seem a little more relaxed, however. Raditz had known Vegeta since before he was spawned, he had been in many battles with him. And when in these signature battles Vegeta had always been abnormally aggressive, having a unique, distinct appetite for the rawest and rarest of forms battling. However, never quite as rare as this, never had he seen him react to a threat in such an extremely ruthless manner. It was like he was baiting them into something far more sinister then just besieging the enemy. Vegeta is like a...

* Like...a fierce beast or monster...no, he's far too calculative, almost robotic... like a machine. He's transgressed, or evolved himself into an all-out demonic machine. He anticipates their every move, baiting methodically. I think, he's toying with them, yes, I'm certain he is. * He thought nervously, but to him that was best way to describe this horrifically mesmerizing scene that he couldn't pull his eyes away from.

He felt pity for the foolish warriors charging in a strategic offensive line to attack Vegeta, getting pelted away like flies on a windshield.

*Dumb, he thought, but brave. *

Raditz probes the fight below, watching the many warriors gather to trap Vegeta, lining up to die. They were strong, but were nothing compared to what Vegeta had advanced to, impregnable, untouchable. The air was so thick of their death, he could taste the bloody remains.

That same mob rushes aimlessly to kill the center fiend mocking their efforts, it angered them more.

Now, he could see why Frieza was concerned about the bloodthirsty demon within the saiyan race, Vegeta in particular. Not only was he getting stronger and smarter, but he was also stepping up to an unknown source of strafing power. He would stop at nothing, not just to kill, but to kill with intrigue. As he fought below, his apparent desirable lust for blood overwhelmed the moment. Raditz could only hear his own breathing and rhythmic heartbeat. The situation was effectively desultory; Vegeta didn't come to this planet for combat, or exercise. He came for deliberate wanton destruction, to showcase his newly acquired, great, metier, absolute strength. A strength, he was no match for.

But, he was also keenly receptive, a dangerous combo with a rage-o-holic. Vegeta, a thinking catastrophic machine. Raditz's fears were realized right then, a terrifying thought overtook his mind.

Vegeta was going to dominate, and soon, over everyone and everything that stood in his tornadic path.

He is taken aback witnessing Vegeta digging a gloved hand into one of the doomed warrior's skull, crushing it easily fluids and matter bursting out like crushed watermelon. He hears the stomach churning whimpers escape the dead and dying. His eyes quickly catches an inconspicuous warrior that emerges from nowhere, springing into action, attacking at Vegeta's back. Just as soon as he went to warn Vegeta, it was too late. The enemy charged Vegeta only to have both of her blue hands caught, and twisted back. It was Neisha, the talkative taunting woman warrior that challenged them earlier. Vegeta puts the pressure on heavily, crushing into her, rushing to break into her back, warping her spine into an unnatural crescent position. She wails piercingly. Vegeta consecutively flips behind her; she looks on in shock, blood dripping from the sides of her mouth, paralyzed to move, defend, or react. Vegeta finishes one-handed, he claws and grips the alien's blue forehead from the back and pushes it down forcefully. The spine already fractured snaps apart unable to withstand the pressure, making a disturbing crack. Her body structure collapses as if a flexible blue Barbie doll being twisted by a mischievous destructive child.

Looking again, Raditz could see the violent Vegeta, pull back the alien's head to meet with her hind heels.

"Ugh." Raditz utters.

It was a gory nightmarish sight, harrowing like something out a cheap horror show. Her fellow warrior gasp horrified at the sight. Never had Raditz witness a battle scene go quiet, and a bothersome quiet it was.

Raditz utters his thoughts aloud. “ What's he trying to accomplish by compacting her? What, to throw her into the garbage? Why is he bothering with gratuitous torture? It's not really like him to drag on a battle like this... he's truly enjoying it, making mincemeat of the enemy. But... look there, they are too petrified to do anything.” he speaks, unable to keep such racing thoughts in mind.

There's a heavy thud and Raditz resumes his spying. Vegeta tosses the blood-sullied warrior as if she were trash. Raditz shrugs. “...that's just disturbing. ” he mutters then shutters in his black, and white half-bodied armor.

This atrocious scene made the remaining warriors mad with fear. In a blinded rage they finally reacted, they lunged forward at the confident prince. "YOU MONSTER!" one shouted as they came at him in droves.

This is an evident mistake, Vegeta had his trademarked sinister grin. *Uh, oh* thought Raditz. "They're already dead." he said aloud, he knew what was going to occur.

Vegeta bores the brunt of the attack, and gouges out the eyes of the front attacker, breaking the reinvented offensive line. The blue-gang staggers back awkwardly, falling at the seems, watching their brethren covering his hemorrhaging eye sockets.

"They're done for!" Raditz shouts troubled by what he was witnessing. * What the hell happened? Something must've happened during the three years we were deployed to quadrodus, and parted ways with the prince. Vegeta , what happened in those three years without, Nappa and I, at your side to change you to this degree? Why do I fear it so? Me, a ruthless saiyan warrior who wouldn't hesitate to kill my only brother if need be. Damn, I was foolish to believe I stood a chance against his raging power. He thought bitterly. What did Frieza do, he's never...* Raditz thoughts were interrupted when a blazing blue fist collides into his face.

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"RAHHH" hollers Vegeta.

Vegeta verbally taunted his opponents. "What a bunch of low-levels! You waste my time with your feeble attempts, DIE LIKE THE REST! GALIC-GUN-FIRE!" Vegeta raves in a murderous frenzy as if possessed, snarling angrily at the blue aliens. Targeted by his decisive blood-reign, he annihilates his unsuspecting opponents by using a devastating energy blast, blowing the blue warriors into a bulbous oblivion within a fiery purple ray!

The world glows a nuclear purple, it dies down leaving incinerated ashes of Vegeta's bloodshed.

Vegeta scowls at remnants his destruction. "Humph, they were fortunate. I was in a decent mood today, I decided to be lenient. Pft, I never seen a slay so quick. I bet they didn't even feel it, lucky dogs. " he mocks with tigerish vendetta. He laughs to himself, finding it amusing.

Vegeta astutely catches a glimpse a fleeing figure. "Oh, dear. What's this now?” he says unsympathetically. He completely refocuses his full-attention on the prey. “Oh my, would you look at that... where were my manners, I completely forgot one of those filthy rats. Must feet left out, I'll have to remedy that." he cackles coldly. “Ready or not, here I come.”

In a directive line, Vegeta air-dives fast as a bullet, knocking the warrior away from the forceful contact.

The blue warrior looks ahead, his vision hazy from the debris that covered him. Then, he saw him, emerging from smokey dust-cloud to hunt him down.

Deeply tense glimmer of evil encroaching bloodily towards him. Panicked, the alien is unable to react instinctively; all he could grasp were those two fatalistic pitch-black cross-grain orbs of doom, and gloom edging ever closer to him.

The alien jumps frenetically to runaway; this warming act delighted Vegeta inside. However, reality sets in and his outside persona is replaced with a morose frown. His features became the look of pure malevolence.

"HEY!" Vegeta shouts out. "YOU GOING SOMEWHERE!?"

~~**~~**~~**~~

Flying fast, the brown haired, blue-faced alien did not bother looking back. * That will get you killed. * He thought frantically. He flew faster for fear of the maleficent demon's wrath. He's not much of a fighter, but his speed is one to be reckoned with.

Feeling a little safe, the alien peers back, and could see nothing was chasing him in a blood-gorging malefic fury. He cries in angst. "What the devil is that baleful thing!?”

Still maintaining lightening speed, blinded by fear, the blue alien had not notice Vegeta was underneath him. That is, until, he felt a sharp thrust to his stomach, and a piercing jolt to the back sent him crashing into the planet's surface once again.

Vegeta landed gracefully beside him, slowly walking toward his unmoving victim.

In a state of anxiety, the blue man involuntarily excretes bodily waste.

"Please! Cough... cough... Arg.” he spoke in a weakened state. “Mercy, I have children, they need me! I'm all they got, I…"he stammered.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, then. "What care I, for filthy trash you primitive animals breed." he then stomps him further into the impacted ground, his boot on the weakened warrior's exposed chest. One could hear the fracturing of cutting bones into interior muscle, and tissue. The warrior bleeds out, mercy he begs. Drowned in his pink fluids, persistently flowing out his wounds. The cold saiyan remains unwavering. “Why, that only fuels me more. It seems all those children are already out of parents because I killed them all, killing you will makes no difference. Perhaps, I'll hunt them down next, and exterminate the lot of you in one-fell-swoop.” he threatened sadistically.

“NOOOO! Don't!” he cries in agony.

“Oh yes, now that you mention there are more of you, I have to see the job to its finish..” He torments cruelly, his red scanner over his right-eye.

"Please! Don't! No more, let me go!" he managed to rasp out. "It's so much pain, I will not hurt you, just let me go!" he pleaded.

Vegeta glowers. "Ha, you hurt me… what a pest! You be the one on the ground begging like a commoner, have you any pride? I'm simply going to keep pounding you into the ground until I've had my fill."he informs, then suddenly gets a whiff of something most foul. “ You, smell like ordure... me thinks you shit your panties. You should be grateful, by the time I'm done here, I would have spared your children the burden of burying a humiliated, defecated you. ” He reveals.

The blue-warrior pleaded to the saiyan prince once more. "What!?You malign Beast! You're just too evil! PLEASE! I don't want to die here, not like this!" he wheezed pathetically covered in his own stinky fecal matter.

The malign saiyan looks colder then ever. “...Fine. But in turn, I'll take the lives of your remaining kin.” Vegeta strikes his awful bargain.

The warrior watched affrighted that this man was actually serious. “What kind of deal is that!? “ But then the warrior thought better of it, this was his chance, his only chance to survive at the cost of his family and friends. They were going to die someday anyway, he thought. “I hate you for this...” he cried, turning his head shamed by his contemplating dilemma.

Vegeta's expression, blank, his words, to the point. “Your answer, now.” he demand curtly.

The weak-willed warrior lowers his head, shamed. “Please, I want to live.” he says as the tears of humility and shame roll down.

Vegeta grimaced. “ However... First, you call me evil. Then, you want me to let you go, because you said, “please?”" he asks looking at the blood stains on his gloves and fingertips. Vegeta gradually moves his eyes to met with his crippled opponent's. *Bugger-green tears, ugh, I wish I never gave him that opportunity.* Vegeta complained mentally seeing the blue-man's tears.

“Fine... they're in the west-quarter, in the largest dome to the west.” he reveal the gang's hideout.

There's a deadly silence between both men, a classic showdown as they confront one another through glares. The blue nameless warrior's prism green-eyes filled with pathetic hope, and sweat drenching fear. His existence hung in the balance of that man's mood.

From the warrior's point of view, Vegeta's eyes were vacant, relentless, and something else he could not put a finger on. It was then he knew his fate for sure, this man had no ounce of compassion.

His thoughts ceased when Vegeta lifts him from the ground so that they were face-to-face, eye-to-eye. He knew this was it, he was to die by this sadist's hands.

"Done." says the short, and powerful warrior with hair that resembled an untamed flame. He discards him to the ground. " Such a devoted father, I like your style. You sacrificed your loved ones to save yourself awfully quick, how decisive. You should go now, unless you want to watch the murder of your planet." he says releasing the alien. Then, Vegeta closes his eyes, and turns his head in a direction where a village lies quietly in the western distance. His sights are set, aiming for the dome. His scouter picks up the women and children that were left safely behind. Not looking back, he chastises. “You lost, didn't even try to defend... ”he spats.

The damaged warrior did not waste time to ponder why that man had let him go; he just got the hell out of there. He did not care what that beast thought of him or that he left his fellow warriors and mates to die by the hand of that murdering savage. That man, he spared only him. * Why? *

Vegeta eyes catch the fleeing coward in the opposite direction of the village. Indignantly, he gathers energy in his gloved palm, until the source began to radiate with black, unpitying, hate. It pulsates, and germinates with the throbbing ache to be unleashed. He sends it towards the village.

A bright line of energy ignites the western horizon.

Vegeta stares at its illuminating splendor; he watched transfixed by the act of butchery and beauty, good, and evil.

Then, Vegeta turns malcontently to the fleeing warrior nearly out of sight, and gathers more energy, renewing his vigor. An explosion from the western village is heard, echoing sadly throughout the battlefield of ignorant innocents killed. “You belong with the rest!" he condemns low. He then releases his insidious blast to end the last warrior's existence.

This caught the attention of the only remaining warriors, Nappa and Raditz, who finished taking care of the rest of the natives. They could only stare in awe, astounded by Vegeta's superb power, and perfidious nature.

"WOW!" Nappa spoke first. Raditz rolled his eyes, but also engrossed in the situation he had to agree. "Yeah, wow..." utters Raditz, lost in translation.

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The sole survivor races towards his gang's other illegal hideout. This hideout had the goods, a stockpile containing ten-pirated ships pillaged from visitors to the planet. He was leaving his home forever in disgrace. He gasps hearing an explosion, feeling his home and family erased from existence. He angrily clutches his fists, whitening his blue knuckles, fighting his rage to go back and kill those alien invaders. “You dirty bastards! ” he says in a pitiful whisper and resumes his retreat.

Oblivious to Vegeta's blast, the severely damaged blue-warrior couldn't help but to reflect back to Vegeta's foretelling eyes. It hounded him, as if a warning. He just couldn't let it go, something was wrong, very wrong. But, what was it? ...His emerald-eyes widen in discouraging shock.

" No, it can't be, he said-!" exclaimed the wounded alien excitedly, he seemed to pinpoint what he perceived in those black depths of malignity. "Death... that man's soulless eyes were filled with carnage. He's the personification of ah... ah... death! Oh no, My death!" He gasps. He spoke his final words looking back sharply as the crimson heat fried his vision, realizing his fate was sealed as the blast engulfs him whole. He realized much too late why that man's eyes troubled him so, he struck a deal with a man that has no moral soul. His body ravished with intense heat; it was a matter of seconds before the warrior was no more then ashes in the wind, carried with his brethren, who fought and lost against the mighty saiyans... their fruitless battle will be forgotten, for there is no one left to remember.

Let this be a warning. Never strike a deal with a death-deliverer, for it consumes him, and it is all you will get in the end.

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Vegeta turned to his elite guards; annoyed by their shocked-filled expressions he snaps abruptly.

"Stop gawking.” Vegeta commands brusquely; then heads towards their ship, satisfied with the severance of loose ends.

Raditz pushes his jaw up so it didn't noticeably standout.

Nappa cleared his throat. “Ah, Vegeta?”

Vegeta stops in his tracks. “What, Nappa?” he responds curtly.

Nappa straightens his posture, staring down at the brusk saiyan. “Right, how come you killed that last one? I thought you let him go?” he questions.

Vegeta's features relax with that same malign smile. “ Nappa, you've forgotten.” he states tersely.

Nappa chortles. “Haha, I get you! Saiyans don't keep deals without a written contract.”

Vegeta shakes his head amused. "Would you trust my word? You know saiyans never barter, and everything has a double-meaning. I did let him go, right to hell where he belongs.”

Nappa chuckled. “Oh, that's clever, I like that one, ha!”

Raditz scoffs. “I wouldn't trust you, that's for sure.” he says with frown.

Vegeta and Nappa glower Raditz. Raditz gulps realizing what he just said aloud, in front of the madman, Vegeta.

Vegeta suddenly sneers at the petrified Raditz. “ Smart man. Enough of this sideshow, Lets Go! Raditz, destroy the planet from space, make it a cluster of rock-particles!" He orders routinely, swaggering haughtily onto the ship.

"Yes, Vegeta" said Raditz finally snapping out of his panic.

"Next stop, earth!” Vegeta confirms.

Nappa watches Raditz and Vegeta enter the ship, he shakes his head. “Watch out earthlings, here comes trouble."he says with a mischievous tone, then smacks his fist challengingly.

That's it for now! To Be Continued…

Next time on The Perfect Blue: What the hell happened to earth? Vegeta exhibits strange mental incapacities, indicates something in a past experience .... and more, much more! You'll have to read to find out! BYE! ^_^ Remember, R/R it is good for motivation! I like to know how you enjoyed the chapter.