She stood above her defeated opponent, her fists clenched. Her rage screamed at her to finish it, to tear them asunder. But she hesitated, for even in her rage he could recall the man her foe was. The proud saiyan general, who had taken a shine to her, taught her what it meant to be a saiyan warrior. That however wasn’t enough to diminish her rage, the power it unleashed was not so easily contained by nostalgia. Her right fist rising up, the air growing heavy as she drew in her breath readying herself for the final blow.
That voice, it felt like a lifetime ago since she last heard it. Turning her head, there was another saiyan. Female, their armour more a single piece dress than designed for battle. Tail loosely swaying, as they approached her. Arms open, inviting, nothing but the unconditional love for the distraught saiyaness. Kures’ fist clenched harder, for a moment her body tensed with the conflicting emotion of her rage and the love she had for this woman. As she was embraced from behind she dropped to her knees, her power diminishing as the rage lost.
“You would only have regretted it.”
The gentle saiyan, Gine, the one who had sacrificed much to keep her safe. She just continued to hold the child she had raised, as the tears began to fall. For the rage was born of loss, and now that loss hit the young saiyan. Piccolo was gone, and she had almost erased another of those that had taught her.
“That’s ok, nobody is around to see. Just let it all out.”
Gine had taken the opportunity to leave the other saiyans watching King Vegeta’s battle, no way could she have remained still when she noted the spike in the child’s ki. She had certainly grown into a strong warrior, though still not truly suited for battle. Even if it was the gentle souls that raged hardest, she knew it only brought about more pain in the end. So she would continue to shield this child of her choosing, in place of the mother they lost. Her true blood though, it was certainly strong in her brother. Kale and Soko would certainly be proud of them, not just for their power, but carrying their dreams in their hearts.
As he celebrated his victory, a massive explosion ripped through the ruins. The attack of Vegeta and Yuki picking him up and slamming him across the city, he would survive, but it was a very close thing indeed.
Over the Ocean
Kakarotto noted that Kures’ ki was returning to what it was first at, and his scouter gave a reason. Gine was there, hopefully that wouldn’t cause Vegeta to want to punish her. After all the lower classes were to watch his battle with Khol, though Khol was giving him problems from the readings.
“Like mother would stop to think about orders, it’s the way she has always been.”
Raditz seemed to have the same thoughts on his mind, and responded to his unasked question. He certainly had beaten his brother a fair bit, but the fact he was still flying around made him happy. Raditz hadn’t been able to hold out long in the past at all, but after a year he was matching him to a certain extent. Yes Kakarotto was certainly the strongest of the two, Raditz was not completely in his shadow. He had to wonder what Earth had put them through to gain such strength, and again Raditz had an answer.
“Khol, he’s a git. You’ll learn that soon enough I suppose, but seems King Vegeta has other plans.”
The pair looking at their scouters, King Vegeta was calling the commanders all back. Apparently something was happening that he wanted them to witness. Perhaps Khol had gotten a hold of his scouter, like he had with Raditz’s. That broadcast had been sent across every saiyan scouter, not just the King’s. It was why he was making so many witness what he was going to do to anyone who defied him, though Khol wasn’t going to make that easy.
“Alright, soldiers, Raditz and I will do as ordered. You lot continue as is, and don’t get yourselves killed. I rather not have to explain that to the King.”
Kakarotto felt it was best to keep these men here, where they would not interfere. For they were loyal to the King, well every saiyan was, openly anyway. So would likely get in the way, should he find a need to finish what Khol had started. The pair speeding off, he was surprised Raditz could still pump out a lot of ki. Yes he had held back, but he was pretty sure he’d hurt him a fair bit.
Khol had been a bit too careless, mainly cause the King had been such a disappointment thus far. But that might’ve been a ploy to drag Khol in, for the moment he got close to the prone King he got hit by an attack. A beam of ki that didn’t stop when it hit his flesh, though the force was enough to smash him across the land and leave him on his back looking up at the sky. King Vegeta seemed to take heart in that, for he was quick to his feet and sent a message to every commander’s scouter to get here. So this was the final moments of their fight?
“This is the fate of traitors! Look long and hard at it!”
Khol didn’t move, he was weighing up his options. His left arm wasn’t moving, the hole in his shoulder was the cause of that. He quickly threw out the notion of eating a senzu bean, no, they were in a fight and that wouldn’t be fair. And he was pretty sure that the King’s attack was only useful cause it caught him off guard, so it wasn’t like there was a need for him to have two arms working again. He also noticed Raditz and another saiyan flying towards the scene, he pondered what Raditz might be thinking seeing him basically playing dead. Well ok he wasn’t playing, and he wasn’t dead, just felt he ought to let the King set himself up for a fall. He noted no Prince, nor the bald fellow that had been fighting Kures. So it would seem they were having problems, well ok, he sensed they were pretty much out of the fight. Kures certainly impressed him with that outburst of ki, and Yuki was going to complain to him that the Prince of all Saiyans wasn’t up to scratch. Even if she herself was a bit knackered from the effort, but he ought to move now. No point letting the lives lost already be in vain, so he rose, dusting himself off as he looked at King Vegeta.
“You done showboating to the audience? Or are you waiting for me to think you’re beat again?”
He goaded the King of all Saiyans, mainly cause it amused him at this point. The King had been behind most of his life’s greatest regrets, and now he found the man wanting. He had hoped this would be a great clash of strength, where he’d feel a lot more battered by the end of it. But no, beyond an injury that was more his stupidity than his foes strength, he was disgustingly healthy for someone in a life or death battle for the fate of not just this world but his own people.
“You’ve talked a good game, and that’s about it.”
His ki exploded, time to show this King just what he had brought upon himself. Even as blood seeped out of the hole, he could summon up the gale and push down upon the saiyans. Some were fainting from the pressure, which he regretted, but it had to be done. This fool had to learn just how badly they had screwed up, how their decisions had brought them all the way here to be defeated by one they made suffer.
“Now call up your power and let’s finish this!”
King Vegeta was agasht, not only had his Execution Beam failed to kill the exile. But they were able to summon up even more strength, were they holding this back the entire time? Impossible, just what was this exile? He saw the sons of Bardock, it would seem Raditz was still loyal, returning when ordered. Unlike his son and Nappa, where were they? Earthlings should not be able to stop them from attending, or was that sentimental fool of a general playing with the daughter of bardock? His son was more disconcerting than Nappa’s, and a lot less explicable.
“So you want more pain! Child of Kale, then I shall give you more!”
He looked around, bravado be damned, he needed to defeat him before he could summon even more power. He wasn’t a fool, he knew he was in a bad situation, and that meant he needed to use his wits.
“Guards! To me!”
Yes, numbers would suffice. Even if it would mean there were saiyans who would see it was a betrayal, it only mattered that King Vegeta was victorious. It wasn’t like he took this one’s challenge for leadership seriously, and exile could never become King, he would not allow it. He saw the disapproval in Kakarotto’s eyes, so like his father, but it was for their sake too that he was willing to do this. Debase his own legend as a warrior to ensure the Saiyan people had a King that would lead them into glory once more. He knew better than to ask the sons to join in, and he rather not have to punish them for being true to their father’s ideals. The rest would revolt at the idea of it, never mind him actually doing it. His royal guard didn’t hesitate, they could not, a King was to be obeyed above all things. Something he impressed upon them for a long time, considering he had to raise a new guard after the loss of his planet.
“Child of Kale, this is your end! Galick Gun!”
With that the guards matched the technique of the King with their own imitation. He felt a guard ought to at least have some instruction from their King, and right now it was going to prove useful. Though he was certainly going to be damaging a planet he spent a lot of effort getting to, but that was the price of conquest.
Khol looked around him at the saiyans who were now in the path of Vegeta’s gamble. Again he was forcing the Saiyan to choose between taking an attack verse allow others to die. And this time there were no guards to protect those lower class warriors.
“Get out of there you fool!”
It was Raditz, who was now standing in front of the saiyans behind Khol. So this was Raditz’s own moment for defiance, though a bit misjudged. Khol wasn’t dodging his attack, no, he was going to bring this dynasty into ruin with a single hand.
Khol’s raised right arm was already pressing against the combined wave, Raditz knew what he was going to do next. He raised his own ki in an attempt to defend the crowd, noting that he wasn’t alone.
“Like I’d let you claim the glory alone brother!”
Kakarotto was more interested in seeing Kures’ brother in action, a madman for sure. Even he wouldn’t try taking this attack on alone, and the sheer confidence in the saiyan made him itch with anticipation. He wanted to fight him, assuming they somehow lived through this.
The ground cracked, heat of the planet wrapped around him as pulled it into his attack. This King was going to feel the pain he inflicted upon them, the pain of those he claimed in their name, her pain. His ki exploding even higher to match the attack at first as he unleashed it,
The beam instantly pushed the wave away from him, but the King was ready to throw even more ki of his own and his guard. They were stalled, into a stalemate. Raditz recalled what happened the last time Khol was in a stalemate, and really hoped he wasn’t about to do the same thing again. Well he couldn’t his left arm wasn’t moving, so at least he wasn’t about to get thrown back by a massive explosion. But then this was going to become who had more stamina? Not a great plan considering the King had more people on his side of the attack.
No, there was something off here. Khol’s ki wasn’t evening out, as would be the case of reaching the limit of one’s power. Instead it continued to rise, to the point it’s gale was blowing those behind him backwards. Raditz noted his own feet dragging small trenches into the ground, what the hifl was going on? Vegeta was throwing the fullest of his power at the exile, and yet the exile was still pushing back. For a moment Vegeta could swear he saw a flash of golden light before they were suddenly overwhelmed by Khol’s attack.
The saiyans behind Khol though had seen it, for just a moment, Khol was glowing like the sun. Raditz recalled Kami once telling them that Khol was known to the Terrans as the Star Child, even in his bewilderment it was certainly a well chosen name. Smoke billowing from their arm as his own attack burned Khol’s flesh, raising the beam into the sky to avoid destroying the planet with it’s sheer power. The royal guard were toast, their still burning bodies falling from the beam, becoming ash before hitting the ground. Vegeta though, his body charred was gasping, his eyes wide as he reached his arm out towards Khol. Who had seemingly blurred for a moment, and was now right before the King.
Khol’s hand had punched a hole right through the King’s armour and chest, the ki beam protruding out the other side. He had been tempted to let this man live, but no, there would be those that would consider the victory incomplete if King Vegeta was allowed to live. That and it was the only kindness Khol felt he could afford, letting them die in battle than live with being dethroned. Well that and he really couldn’t let someone else steal the kill and claim it made them King, he rather not have too many fights to claim the throne. As King Vegeta fell, Khol pulled his arm out and looked back at the onlookers. As had been the case at the world tournament, he did enjoy the notion people had witnessed his victory.
“By right of victory, I claim the crown!”
He looked then at the damage already done to the area and sighed, perhaps he should’ve finished this battle sooner.
“As my first royal decree, this invasion is over!”
Raditz was ahead of him sending the command to all scouters, even those of his team to let them know the fighting was ending. Kakarotto was just standing there, looking at Kures’ brother. A smirk playing across his face, one Raditz knew well, the one that got him into bother. It spoke of his unbridled desire to fight, though right now even Kakarotto had to admit it wasn’t the best time for that. The other’s might think it meant they were to rebel against the new King rather than him just wanting to fight a strong foe.
“Also we might want to do something for the dead and injured, gather them and we’ll see about how we deal with this situation.”
He started floating, he had somewhere to be right now. Considering this was going to be a big thing for the world to deal with, invaders that are also refugees. He had achieved his goal, and that was nice. But now there were maybe a few hundred saiyans left on a planet not exactly prepared for them. He threw his pouch of senzu beans to Raditz, he could live with the hole for now, others needed those beans more.
“Those should help, I’ll go have a chat with some people about this situation. King to King so to speak.”
He knew the King of the World was a dogman, and well that was about it. But he was pretty sure he could probably talk the guy around to the notion of saiyans on the planet, now he and the others basically saved them from said saiyans.
He had managed to get away, barely, and that infuriated him. Well ok more he was blasted around the place and ended up smashing into their home vessel. He dragged himself along the ground, how could he be so easily beaten? Earthlings were trash, and yet they thrashed him, Prince of all Saiyans. The Elite all dead, and as he got where he wanted to, his father, dead. At the hands of the exile, fool for wanting a grand showdown. But it save him the effort, considering now he was not in the position to fulfil that mission. Let the Exile have their moment of glory, he would claim the crown when it suited him. But for now, there was no reason to remain. He had managed to drag himself to the pod launch bay, his pod was already waiting for him. That part of his scheme was the only part that came to be, and he was glad of it.
Much of the information he had gathered was already relayed, including much of the conversations he had covertly gotten from Radtiz’s scouter. Fool should’ve destroyed it the moment they decided to side with the exile faking or not, though that would be wit beyond the eldest son of Bardock. In time he would return, once he had licked his wounds, and grown to fulfil the legend. He engaged the emergency health support functions, as the gas mask closed around his face he spoke.
Nappa’s Training Force
While the order to disengage was given, someone hadn’t told the one they were facing. The one they face was completely different from the Earthlings, they were not fighting in battle. No this one was hunting them, like prey.
That happened repeatedly, a pained scream and all they’d find is another dead saiyan. Just what was going on?
“You’re the last ones, a shame.”
The looked up, to find above them a silver haired female. One silver eye looking directly at them, the crimson unseeing. Her body seemed odd, most of the skin seemed unnatural except that of her face. Though they couldn’t ponder that as she was upon them, faster than they could even imagine they were efficiently butchered by blades of ki. It was over before it had really begun, and she was angry, he was still beyond her and his presence stopped her hunting even more of these tailed monsters. Again she had to question his purpose, she had seen his ki rage against that of these others. Yet he was just the same as them, were they not?
“It would seem they are being ordered to stand down, interesting.”
The old man was certainly calm, considering this invasion could’ve seen the Earthlings face the same fate as the Terrans. It didn’t seem to worry him in the slightest, perhaps cause he was confident in his own designs to thwart the Saiyans. Or had anticipated his wish to fight against their own kind, it was hard to tell just how much the old man could see holed up in their lab.
“I assume the synthskin was to your liking?”
Indeed, while her burnt flesh lay under it still unable to be healed. This synthetic flesh had allowed her to draw out much of her old strength, the power Khol had robbed her of with the technique they crafted together.
“Yes, but it’s still not enough. Even at my fullest, he is still stronger.”
Indeed this invasion was the first time she had seen him use the fullest of his power, that light she still found so warm, even with the pain it brought her. The Star Child once more living up to the name they gave him, and yet this planet for the whole remained unconquered by that light.
“I think it would be best to return, we’ve gathered enough data from these saiyans to proceed.”
He had already proceeded on one model, purely machine and yet made to look like an Earthling. While he designated it with a number like the previous failures, he had a habit of calling it ‘my child’. Though he was probably referring to the twins, apparently while confident in the metal man he wanted to go further. Like with herself, improving the living beings beyond their natural limits with his machines. Which would hopefully bring about the day where she would finally stand over his body, that thought carrying her into the sky as she sped back to the old man’s cave.