Big problem in a small package: Chapter 1

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Vegeta stood there in front of Majin Buu powering higher than he ever had before. Buu stood watching interested as Vegeta continued to raise his power even higher. He could felt it burning his skin, as his body couldn’t handle the power being released.

 

“You look tasty. Me make you chocolate! Or maybe blocker of cheese!” Vegeta laughed once dryly before retorting back at this childlike enemy.

 

“You are a fool. I am going to crush you . . . and throw you into the wind.” Buu veered back almost scared and looked at his hands around the edges seeing it was de-particling. Trunks. Bulma. I do this for you and yes you too Kakorot. Vegeta gathered all his remaining strength and pushed it outward. He heard Buu’s scream as the blob was burned away. Vegeta would have laughed if the same thing wasn’t happening to him as well. One final scream was made but. He couldn’t be heard from outside the attack. Piccolo and Krillen watched on as Vegeta made the ultimate sacrifice right there in front of them.

 

“Vegeta.” Krillen whispered into the air as he watched Vegeta’s attack. “Vegeta!” He screamed realizing he couldn’t feel Vegeta’s ki signature anymore. With one final jot of power the attack burned out leaving nothing but a huge crater in its place. Once the attack completely disappeared Piccolo give both Trunks and Goten to krillen as he went down to investigate and most to make sure if Buu was really dead or not.

 

Landing on the soft bottom of the crater Piccolo surveyed the damage. Dirt, sand, and rock was all that was left besides a small moving pink blob. Piccolo seeing what the creature could do blasted the small piece of the creature. Nothing was left of the creature or Vegeta. Piccolo stood there as he felt the whip of the wind hit him in the face hearing nothing but, the wind. As he was about the turn and leave when he saw something blue on the top of the ledge to the side of him that was out of place. He knew in his mind that it could be a piece of Vegeta outfit but, he had to make sure. Just outside of had the crater had found more than just material. It was a little kid from the looks of it. He looked a little burned up but, he was breathing well.

 

Piccolo reached down feeling if he really was breathing or it was an illsious from his mind. Breaths were being. The child was alive.

 

“Probably got caught in the explosion.” Piccolo said to himself. He sighed while looking down at the child. “I guess I can’t leave you here.” Piccolo picked out the small child seeing it was a young boy seemingly no older than Trunks and more than likely a little older than Goten. His outfit consisted of only pants that were ripped in any different places and, the trim around the waist was tore away and his feet were bare as well. Flying out with the child in hand back up to Krillen who was ready in wait for him to come back. Krillen looked at the small child Piccolo was carrying with a question on his mind.

 

“Can’t have one of your own so you decided to adopt, Piccolo?” Piccolo ignoring the joke answered Krillen unasked question.

 

“I found him outside the crater. He’s hurt a bit. I couldn’t just leave him there and that was all that I found down there.”

 

“I guess you’re right. We can’t just leave him down there.” Krillen took a good look at the boy’s face. He looks oddly familiar. I don’t know. Maybe not. “Come on lets get to the lookout.” Piccolo followed Krillen but, took a small peek at the boy. I know somehow your going to be trouble. I just know it. Somehow someway I know it.

 

X)(X

 

Dende came out of the building no longer feeling the destruct on the earth but, felt two of his friends coming up and fast.

 

“Hello my friends. Buu is destoried. Why so glum?”

 

“Yes he is. But it took Vegeta’s life in return. He used a self-destruct technique and destroyed Buu and he paid the price.” Dende looked down partly in pity. He looked up seeing the small child in Piccolo’s arms.

 

“Who’s your friend?” Piccolo looked at him as neutral as possiable. Strangely, the stoic Namekic was feeling weird about that whole thing.

 

“I found him outside the crater that was made by Vegeta’s attack. I couldn’t leave him down there and he had some burns I thought you could take care of.”

 

“Yes, of course. Please set him down. I’ll begin right away.” Dende spread out his hands over the little child’s body watching as the burns and cuts healing of his bare chest and face. He watched the child face turn his head slightly but he was no where near ready to wake up yet. Standing he addressed them again. “He’s healed but it will take some time to regain his energy. Mister Popo!” Mr. Popo came as his name was called by the guardian his garden could wait. As he around the building saw the young child laying on the tile floor of the platform.

 

“Oh my! The poor thing!” Dende completely turned to him.

 

“Mister Popo could you take care of him for a while and tell me the minute he awakens.”

 

“Yes of coarse Dende.” Popo picked up the small child taking him into the building and out of sight of the others. Dende turned to Krillen seeing the two boys.

 

“Are they okay?” Piccolo nodded.

 

“Vegeta knocked them out before he self-destructed.”

 

“Oh I see. Well then..” Dende stepped away a little not saying anything not knowing what to them next.

 

Piccolo and Krillen felt a signature appear on the outlook. Looking at each other both sprinted around the corner see the slightly bloody but otherwise fine Goku.“Hey buddy!” He laughed and ran over to his lifelong friend. Goku noticed the extra weight he had on him.

 

“Hey! What happened to them?”

 

“Vegeta knocked them out because they wouldn’t leave the Buu fight willingly.” Goku looked at him and at them.

 

“Okay. Buu’s gone now. I can’t feel his terrible power anymore. So he must have won, right?” Goku asked the more like a question than a statement.

 

“Yeah, he’s long gone.”

 

“So what’s with the long face.” Krillen took a deep breath.

 

“Well you see um . . . well . . .you see . . .um . . . how to put this?”

 

“Vegeta is dead.” Piccolo voice rang out from behind them. Krillen looked back at Piccolo. There’s putting it subtlety, Piccolo.

 

“Vegeta’s . . . gone?” Piccolo nodded at the question.

 

“Vegeta used a self-destruct attack that killed Buu and himself.” Goku lost the always cheery face and looked down at the tiled floor. With no hurry he walked over toward the edge of the lookout looking at the mixtures of colors below.

 

“Majin Buu’s gone. He saved the planet. His death wasn’t in vain. He went out with the enemy. Like a warrior.” Dende walked up to him lifting his hands and started the healing process again. A yellow plane started coming their way. Bulma and Chi-Chi are not going to like this. With both Gohan and Vegeta gone. I’m not sure if they can be brought back or not. I stepped away from the edge going towards the building so the plane would have plenty of room to land. Time to explain what happened to the others had come. This wasn’t going to go over easy.

 

X)(X

 

Eighteen felt Goku’s presents ahead and she knew he was on the look out.

 

“Goku’s back. The fight must be over.” Yamcha felted out confirming what she said.

 

“Well then. Let’s find out what has been going on.” He looked at Bulma who hadn’t said a word since the strange control malfunction in the plane some minutes ago. He decided to leave her be for the moment.

 

Bulma was able to keep herself from crying. She knew something was wrong with Vegeta. She could feel it in her heart. She just knew it.

 

“Great now we get to know what’s been going on.” The Ox king said more to himself than to anyone with his daughter by his side. Oolong was surprisedly quiet for once as with Puar being the same. Master Roshi was sitting on the other side of the Ox king also not saying a word or even read one of his girl magazines. Something was wrong in the air and everybody knew it.

 

X)(X

 

The plane landed down on the lookout and Krillen wisely put the two boys down against the wall of the building. Eighteen was the first carrying marron in her arms. Vidal was next looking around in amazement at the wonderful structure she was on. Yamcha and Chi-Chi were next followed silently by a pale Bulma. Goku noticed her look knowing she partly already knew of Vegeta’s death or that something had happened to him.

 

“Where’s Gohan?” Chi-Chi looked to Goku for the answer but, he said nothing which turned her full attention to him. “Goku, where is Gohan?” Goku looked at her knowing there was no gentle way to say this. Goku stepped in front of them looked sternly at them.

 

“Gohan and Vegeta are dead.” Chi-Chi stood there ridged falling into the arms of her father as a blood chilling scream was heard from Bulma. Yamcha did his best to try to comfort her but, he didn’t do any good as her grief as too great for him to anything. Vidal with tears in her eyes trying to remain strong but, inside she was crumbled like an old wall. Everyone else was silent. Not everybody liked Vegeta. To be frank mostly they were between fear, feelings of untrustworthiness and nearly down right hate. But he was a one of the best fighters and he did pull through went it counted. No one could deny that.

 

“His death wasn’t in vain though.” Piccolo said. “He took Buu with him and made sure that Trunks and Goten didn’t end up in the same way. He went out fighting. A warrior til the end.” He trying to calm them but, his works had little to no effect.

 

Popo came out of the building running all the way. He could be heard from the from the other side of the platform.

 

“Dende! Dende!” Mr. Popo came around to the side.

 

“Mister Popo? What is wrong? Has are guest awaken?”

 

“No but, you need to see this. Please come quickly.” Dende went after Popo leaving the others.

 

“Guest? What guest?” Goku asked them out of the blue

 

“Piccolo found a small boy by the crate Vegeta made with his attack. He was hurt so we brought him up here.”

 

“A little boy? How badly was he hurt?”

 

“He was unconscious but, all I could see were some minor cuts and burns. No worst than Trunks and Goten would get by a not so playful spar.” Dende came back around the corner in a big hurry.

 

“Come you all must see this.” Everybody except Chi-Chi and the Ox king went after him following Dende to a bedroom with the guest was in. As they all get into the room, Mr. Popo pulled the covers back. There was a reddish brown tail that was twitching ever so lightly by his legs. Everything knew what that meant.

 

“A SAIYAN?!” Everyone said out loud if they were meaning to or not.

 

“Well, that explain how he was able to survive being so close to the attack.” Piccolo said logically. Bulma moved closer to the little boys looking at his face. Something was familiar about him but what it was escaped her.

X)(X

It was an hour later and everyone was sticking around to find out who this Saiyan child was. Popo was cooking in the kitchen knowing the Saiyan and half Saiyans would be hungry along with their Saiyan guest. Yet, they weren’t sure if he was full blooded or not but, either way he would eat ten times more than a human child or ten times of a full-grown male. Piccolo and Krillen kept an eye over the ledge making sure Buu or anything else showed up. Chi-Chi and Bulma were playing cards with Master Roshi and Oolong mostly to keep Chi-Chi or Bulma from going ballistic while Dende kept an eye on the child. Trunks and Goten come into the room despite Dense’s warning and crawled onto the bed looking him over.

 

“Wow! Cool! I never seen another Saiyan kid before.” Goten said but quickly corrected himself. “Besides you, Trunks.” Trunks looked closer at the sleep child’s face.

 

“Yeah, no kidding Goten. I wonder if he’s a full saiyan or half like us.

 

“I think he kinda looks like you, Trunks.” Trunks gawked at Goten for at the moment.

 

“He does not look like me.”

 

“If you had black hair.”

 

“If I had black hair, I would kinda look like you.” An awakening groan from the boy made the two leaned in closer as the child opened his onyx eyes. The boys blinked a few times before sitting up all the way without the slightest problem making the two moved back. Dende arose from his seat walking towards the small child.

 

“You shouldn’t move so quickly, young one. You may still be hurt or weak from the explosion.” The boy paid no heed to Dende’s warning as he swung his legs over of the side of the bed and stood without weakness of any kind. The two boys stared in fascinating at the boy’s tail that waved slightly behind him. Feeling eyes, the boy turned growling show slight fangs at the two as a warning making them jump back with nervous smiles.

 

Satisfied he got the point across and that were no threat his turned his attention to Dende looking intently at him with eyes that were so hard for someone his age. The boy’s tail wrapped around his waist as his hard eyes narrowed.

 

“Psuns hfdhee jshr jksdf kjsrhb, Namekic?” The strange tongue was all too familiar to Dende. It was his native language. How this Saiyan even knew it was the huge question on Dende’s mind but, he knew from the look in the boy’s eyes that he wanted the answer to his question five minutes ago. Although the child was about the same age as the two boys he had a way to make him scared for his well being and also his life.

 

“You’re on earth.” The boy narrowed his eyes further, not understanding the lagauage that what be believed to be a Namekic was talking in. Dende realizing his mistaken spoke again in the correct tongue. “Hrgs jdhf jdkdfnhf jrheksjuerger hfkegrowy hsther trkmfuetnewe.” There was no word for earth in his language but, he gave the solar system’s name that the Namekics gave it hoping he would be enough of a satisfactory answer. The boy scowled harder before stalking past him. Before Dende could think to stop him, he was already out of the doorway into the hallway.

 

Dende, Trunks and Goten ran after him seeing he was no where to be found. Not in the hallway and the other doors were closed tight.

 

“Where did he go?” Trunks looked around to both directions trying to see his he could find a clue on which way. That was nothing to help indicate which way.

 

“Man he’s fast.”

 

“I can’t feel his ki either. Can you Trunks?”

 

“No. It doesn’t make sense unless he’s hiding it and I doubt it. He wouldn’t be able to get out of sight so fast he was suppressing it.” Dende looking at all the different ways, the Saiyan could have gone.

 

“Okay. Goten you get the others and tell them what’s going on and that we need help. Trunks you come with me.” Goten ran towards the outside exit as the other two went off in the other direction. After all where gone the little Saiyan dropped down from the ceiling with a smirk on his lips and went back into the pervious room. Looking around real good this time he didn’t find anything of his, to his disappointment. He went over to the other door opening it seeing it was a wash facility.

 

Looking at the dirt and such on his hands and body his jumped on the counter seeing he was worst off than he thought. His hair was weighted down by dirt and drying yet still wet mud. Shaking his head a bit at his appearance he grabbed a towel getting it wet. Ringing it out he washed off his face and started work on his hair. Small rocks were hitting the sink as his rubbed the towel through his hair trying to all the junk out the best his could with what he had on hand.

 

After about three minutes of this. His hair was almost standing perfectly like it was supposed to. After washing the rest of his body, he lifted up his tail. Like most Saiyans his tail was very important to him. He started work on his tail smoothing down the dirt free fur. He began to move it around checking for any stiffness that was left. Once everything was clean to a tolerable level he rapped his tail around his waist and looked back at the mirror. He gave an approved look in the mirror and exiting out of the room and out of the first room to the hallway again. Walking outside he saw the sky. He looked at it strangely and with almost disgust at the color of it. Shaking his head he stepped the rest of the way outside as he did he saw three people walking towards the entrance. One was short and purpled skinned with a strip of hair going down the middle of his head. The other was tall with reddish skin with long white hair. The last reminded him of the dark-haired boy that was looking at his tail in that room earlier. Gohan saw the child and give him a double take. Before he could question a shrilling voice come from for what seemed all directions.

 

“Gohan! You’re alive! Oh my baby come here!” Chi-Chi was around his waist before the ringing in his ears quit.

 

“Sorry mom. I didn’t mean to worry you.” The saiyan child finding the whole thing stomach churning, he walked over to the edge of the lookout looking down. Everybody came out happy that Gohan was alive. “Say who’s are guest? One of Trunks’ and Goten’s friends?” They turned to their heads.

 

“Hey there you are.” Trunks said walking over to him with no fear. “Where did you go too?” The boys didn’t response until his arm was touched.

 

Trunks was in the wall before anyone could blink. A battle aura was around the tailed saiyan with fangs bared. He was ready for a fight. Dende stepped foward.

 

“Hndedu jkdfdkjwh kjejefkwekhf kflrlgjr kfwhf ddhfwefh! Gguigs fglsleh oijsjgf geipnhp!” The child looked at him for a moment before responding.

 

“Vetjpge.” Gohan looked at Dende.

 

“You can speck his lagauage?” Dende shook his head.

 

“No. He can speck mine.” Gohan looked highly confused.

 

“A Saiyan . . . specking . . . Namekic?”

 

“Yes. And perfectly too. As strangely as it sounds.” Goku joined the conversion.

 

“So what’s he saying?” Dende turned to Goku.

 

“I said ‘you don’t have to fight. We are not your enemy.’ He said ‘yeah right’ in closest translation. So basically he believes we are the enemy and will more than likely fight to the death. If I understand Saiyans well enough.”

 

“Okay so we need to calm him down and show him we’re friendly, right? That can’t be too hard, can it?” Goku walked closely, watching was the saiyan raised his glowing hands palms up and open by the sides of his face. Goku raised his hands up in a defenseless position. As he walked closer the child, the child started powering up higher as ki blast began to form in his palms.

 

“Dad stop! You’re just making him madder.” Goku saw what he was talking about but, noticed something his son didn’t. His ki was familiar too familiar. It was darker but there was no mistake about who it was.

 

“It’s okay. We just want to help you . . . Vegeta.” Everyone stared at him look he was crazy. The child lowered his hands staring intently turning his head to the side a bit.

 

“I-It . . . that can’t be! It’s not possible, Dad! It can’t be possible!” Gohan yelled not meaning too but did anyway.

 

“Trust me Gohan. I don’t know how but, it’s him in the flesh. Fell his ki out and then tell me that I’m wrong.” Gohan extended his senses, he stepped back quickly so not to fal over as he confirmed his father’s actuation.

 

“It really is him.”

 

Vegeta stared hard at the Bardock look alike. He knew it wasn’t him. He was the first to die because of Frezia’s attack on Vegiitasei. The lizard said it was hit by an asteroid but him knew what happened. He could feel the people dying just miles away from him while he was in the holding room slash dungeon with rats. He didn’t know why was on this planet or when he got here. Not that he would even admit it to himself but, it was scaring him into an early grave. As the Bardock lookalike walked closer Vegeta started growling not want this person near him in any shape, way, or form. Trunks pulled him out of the wall after listen to everything said. That boy was his father at his age. That was so cool but, weird at the same time. Goku stopped as the growling got louder. Goku realized he meant business and, he could cause a bit of damage but they could stop him even at this level of power. As Goku stopped Vegeta’s stance relaxed as he smirked with a slight laugh than would be normally so cute for any other child. The other watched as he began to levitate off the platform on him on power.

 

“Jdefhhw keyfshfn.” He gave a mock saltate and followed it as the middle finger and flew fast out of sight before anyone could think to stop him.

 

“Wow. He could fly at that age. If he came down at that age. We all would be dead.” Piccolo shook his head at Krillen’s statement.

 

“If he came down at day earlier, we all would be dead or enslaved but that doesn’t matter. We got to catch him before he can do any harm.” Trunks looked up at Dende.

 

“What did he say before he left?” Dende looked down at him for a moment and turned back the way the young Vegeta flew off.

 

“Basily he said ‘see you later losers’.” Piccolo narrowed his eyes.

 

“I don’t believe Vegeta is really running away from a fight. He is at disadvantage but he’ll be back. And when he does destruction is going to ensue.” Yamcha broke in the conversion.

 

“Don’t sweat Piccolo. He’s weak now. The ki was only at what? Ten thousand? Now . . . sure back then when he was a child and so were we that would be a lot. But now that nearly nothing. When he shows up again, we’ll get knock him out. No problem.” Goku shook his head.

 

“I don’t think it will by that easy. Vegeta normal at this age taken on people ten times stronger than him. I not worried about his winning. Just the damage he can cause. Even at ten thousand and can still destroy this planet.” Yamcha didn’t retort.

 

“You don’t think he will, do you?” Bulma asked with a heart breaking voice.

 

“I don’t know. Vegeta now wouldn’t. Vegeta then would.” Goku turned to everyone. “Trunks, Goten. You take care up here. Yamcha, Piccolo. You take the ground. Gohan, we are taking the air. You find him rise your ki. Don’t engage in battle. I don’t feel like moving the entire earth’s pollution. Nor would be able of it in the time the planet would explode. Dende you should come with us. So you try talking with him and translate with his saying. Dende heasited but nodded go over to then as Goku began to speck again. "Krillen and eighteen keep an eyes on the crater and make sure nothing comes out just incase.”

 

“Oh Dende! Please! Be careful!” Dende turned to Mister Popo.

 

“Take care of everyone.” Everyone turned to Bulma and Trunks not sure how they would taking the news about her husband and his father being a child again with no memory. Bulma looked at everyone and down at her son.

 

“Well. At least his not dead.”

 

“Yeah! This is so cool!” Everybody sighed deep. At lease they were taking it well.

 

X)(X

 

Vegeta landed in a tree-covered area. It was the perfect place for some ambush traps. The treetops made it impossible to see anything on the ground or in the lower and halfway branches. He figured since they knew who he was they would try to find him at all costs. The question was why did they kill him when he was unconscious or chained and ki restrained? Nothing made much sense but, even if these people were stronger he would find a way to destroy them like he had all the others that were stronger too. He never failed before and he was determined not to start now. He refused to die unless the death of the lizard was at hand.

 

He looked around mapping this in his memory. He looking at all his available materials at his disposal. There wasn’t much to work within the amount of time he calculated he might have. But it would have to do. He had similar jobs done with less. Jumping up the tree careful not to use his ki he checked the strength of the branches. They would hold his weight half way from the base. Anymore and would be up to blind luck and he didn’t believe in luck. Much less in blind luck. Sighing he jumped down to the ground and going to the opposite side. He had a lot of work to do and not much time to do it in. He would see how strong this species really is.

 

X)(X

 

Goku reached out his senses the best he could but, Vegeta no matter age or memory was smart. He wouldn’t be caught off guard. If anything he would be waiting for them.

 

“Dad?” Goku turned to Gohan. “We are not going to ready fight Vegeta, are we?” Goku sighed hard looking away.

 

“Only if we have to. I think we can find some common ground or something. Although I’m sure Vegeta won’t listen willingly. We may have to beat him down a bit before he’ll even think about talking or listen to us.” Dende looked at both of them and joined the conversion. “But, even weak he’ll be challenge because he didn’t give up. We could break his legs and, he could find a way to stand up straight on them.” No one could argue with them on at statement. Vegeta was tough as nails and age had nothing to do with it. It was all him. That’s who he was child or not child.

 

X)(X

 

Piccolo and Yamcha flew close to the ground staying away populated areas which the older Vegeta took care of mostly. Yamcha crossed his arms not understanding why this was a big deal. Vegeta is weak now so why the big deal about him? Piccolo glanced at him knowing what is was thinking. And he would be right. If it was anyone else but, not Vegeta. Vegeta at this age destroyed millions of live at a flick of a wrist. There was no way he wasn’t a threat and, now with his ki signature being hidden and different now he was more dangerous than the one they knew. But trying to explain that wasn’t worth it or the time to would take to make him understand. Yamcha turned to Piccolo.

 

“Why is everyone so worried about this? Can you tell me why? Or do you even know?” Piccolo sucked in air through his teeth.

 

“Vegeta at this age destroyed planets on a daily basis with people stronger than him defending it. This is no different. Except we know what he can do. That s are greatest advantage. We know are enemy for the most part. It would be suicide to underestimate him.”

 

“Hello! His a kid. It would be like Trunks or Goten running amuck. Big deal! Give me two seconds and I’ll stop this here or now.”

 

“Trunks or Goten could take you easily and Vegeta had ten time the experience of fighting the age he is now. He destroyed planets a living and he destroyed planets for fun before that! When he was older, he barely was civil. Now he’ll blast anything without a thought about it including us. He’s not going to come easily and he can to damage. Just use your head.” Yamcha looked at him but, turned away not wanting to fight right now.

 

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Vegeta stepped just out of the forest looking for his expected guests. It was past the time he calculated he had before they would be here. He hated when people were late. Raising his hand straight up his sent a ki blast in to air hoping that would attract them. He was itching for a fight. He couldn’t wait for them to get here. He brought down his hand and began rubbing his bare hands as he waited. He just knew they broke up into groups to find him and he also knew even if the one group found him first they would wait for the others. It didn’t matter. He was ready for all of them. He looked up seeing three figures right were his blast was fired. And then he saw two more streams of battle auras joined the others. He smirked watching them.

 

X)(X

 

Everyone stared down watching the figure. Yamcha looked down and back at the others then back down at him.

 

“Well there he is! Let’s get him!” Yamcha flew down fast before the other could stop him. Vegeta smirked harder as one come down without thinking about what the emery could do. A common downfall of many warriors he faced over the years. He saw the warrior pull his fist back ready to strike and quickly saw the others didn’t move and at the last second pulling the vine with his foot. Two pulled down saplings sprang back up setting off his first trap. Before Yamcha could stop his flight, he was sprung up by his neck with his face turning red slowing starting to go blue. He laughed as he watched the others fly down to save their stupid comrade or their fellow warrior. As they landed on the ground Vegeta ran back into the forest.

 

“Kdfjskhg ksdehfr jrgvbpl!” That was the only other thing heard from him besides his laughing as he fled for deeper cover. Using ki blades they cut him down as Piccolo looked at the trap.

 

“Thanks guys. I couldn’t even think to use my ki. I couldn’t even think at all.”

 

“I told you to use your head.” Piccolo said holding up the vine Vegeta used. “He had this whole forest set up as one giant deathtrap. Going in after him would be almost suicide but, he could stay in there for a long while.”

 

“Dende.” Gohan said. “What did Vegeta said when he ran in there?”

 

“Catch me if you can.”

 

“He wants us to go in there.”

 

“Yes. But we don’t have a choice really. We have to get him out of there without hurting too badly.” Yamcha fully rewinded stood outraged.

 

“Too badly?! Too badly?! He tried to kill me! His getting beat down to an inch of his life!” Piccolo looked at him.

 

“I told you he wasn’t as weak as you believed. Ki isn’t everything. This trap was ingenious. And no doubt he has more in there. We most excise caution with dealing with him.”

 

“I say we set off ki blasts and flush him out.”

 

“No. There are living things in this forest. We can’t just kill them like that.” Yamcha crossed his arms looking away. A figure caught him eye as he did.

 

“Huh? Krillen?” Everyone looked seeing him coming that full speed. As he landed Goku asked him the question on everyone’s mind.

 

“What’s wrong?” Krillen looked at them.

 

“Um. Eighteen told me to help you.” He looked down sheepishly. Everyone looked at each other and shrugged.

 

“Come on! Let’s go but, keep your eyes pealed for traps. He not the type to set just one.” Goku stepped through the opening watching his step.

 

“Traps?” Krillen said to himself as everybody stepped through the open after him stepping cautiously like Goku was.

 

Unknown to them Vegeta watched his prey walking slowly ready for more of his traps. He smiled cruelly at their fright of the known. He watched through the branches and leaves slowly moving forward but a bit ahead of them. Moving with the wind that moved the trees to cover his movements he watch as they getting to the clearing deathtrap. It was almost time for him to jump down and force most the them to spring but, there were a few they needed to set off first themselves. He jumped one last time grabbing the trunk of the tree slowly twisting around the tree avoiding the branches as he did. Holding one by one leg he watched as they were almost in position. He had to restrain himself of laughing. He needed to cause some pain. He was having a really bad week. No that was a lie. He was having a really bad year.

 

Krillen stepped towards the side of the group feeling like he was being watched. Looking up in the trees Krillen stepped on a twig that made everybody jump. Krillen froze not wanting to move remembering about what they said about traps. Everyone looked around for anything moving but, nothing.

 

“Should I move?” Krillen said with his eyes glued to the ground under his foot.

 

“Yes, but move slowly.” Piccolo said not wanting a trap to be sprung in the middle of ambush company. Krillen nodded slowly taking he foot off the twig hoping it wasn’t a trigger. Setting his foot on the next to it. Everyone sighed hard happy it wasn’t a trap. Krillen wiped is hand across his forehead highly relieved.

 

“Man.” He put his next the tree. “That was . . .” He stopped as his heard something hit t he ground. To the side of him it was a rock with a vine tied around it. He screamed in surprise as a vine rapped around his wrist pulling and lifting him up into the trees.

 

“Krillen!” Goku put two fingers to he forehead locking into Krillen’s ki. Appear before Krillen grabbing his just time before him hit a branch with shaped sticks impaled into it. A second more a krillen face would have been a pin cushion. Goku broke the vine off Krillen wrist.

 

“Thanks bro. That was too close for comfort. I guess this is what you guys meant by traps.”

 

“Yeah.” Goku pushes his thumb against one of the points. “Sharpened to perfection. Sound like Vegeta. Never doing a half job.” Goku and Krillen landed back on the ground.

 

“Hey you okay, man.” Yamcha said concerned. “Another trap, right?”

 

“Yeah. I guess his trying make a point.” Krillen started laughing with everybody but Goku looking at him like his lost his mind. Goku just sighed walking ahead. The others started after him leaving Krillen by himself. When he stopped, he realized the others left him.

 

“Huh? Wait for me?” Krillen ran after them.

 

Vegeta watched him go unscathed from the trap. The Bardock saved him by a technique he wasn’t completely familiar with but, seen a few like it. He was confident he could take care of that but, first a little more fun and a field trip before he would get serious. He climbed down upside down crawling down the tree. Move down to a closer location to spring the few more traps he had left. Moving closer, he was right on top of them. They were talking gibberish that was they language. He made a mental note to learn the language which was easy enough for him to do but, he decided he would do it the fast way. The taller Namekic seemed to be the best choice.

 

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“How many more traps could he have set? It’s not like he had a whole lot of time?” Yamcha said looking up in the trees. “He could be anywhere.” Piccolo closed his eyes trying to concentrate on signaling him out of all the other sounds there were. Vegeta saw him and knew well about the acute hearing of a Namekic. One of the only species above a Saiyan in hearing he knew of. Vegeta soundlessly reached out my Piccolo. He turned to late as Vegeta grabbed both the of points of his ears. A pressure point that completely knocked out a Namekic no matter what the power level. Piccolo’s eyes glazed over as he mouth fell open. Falling silently Vegeta picked up carrying him into the forest without the other’s notice. Vegeta put his hand on Piccolo’s forehead performing a mind prob. Finding what he wanted he pushed all other information aside practicality downloading the what he needed. He finished he removed his hand and picked up Piccolo climbing up the tree again.

 

“Piccolo? Where are you?” He was no where to be found. That lead to one conclusion. Vegeta has him. Goku turned to Dende. “Dende translate for me.” He nodded.

 

“What did you do with Piccolo?”

 

“Eyrrlsdh ldjdhjf sdfsisd lhfskhf Piccolo?” Dende yelled after Goku finished. He waited for an answer but, nothing was heard.

 

“Vegeta!” Goku yelled louder and again no response was heard from him. “Vegeta!” He yelled again right after they all heard laughing. A deep evil laugh that made their blood chill to the bone. It was worst than Cell’s or Frieza’s would ever be. Or so it seemed.

 

“No need for a translator now. I can understand you just fine.” An almost British accent could be heard thickly in his voice. It was a part of his background and he always had it in different degrees depending on his mood. Everyone was shocked that his was speaking their language now. “And do not worry so much about your Namekic friend. He is fine. At less physically. You on the other hand, I can not say the same in a mintue.” Piccolo landed on the ground in the middle of them unconscious but, okay for the most part. Before they could check on him, they heard Vegeta jump on from the tree in was into the ground. He was leaning against the tree.

 

“What did you do to him?!”

 

“Calm down now. He will be find in a couple of minutes. The pressure point just overloads the system. He will straighten himself out momentary.” Yamcha with teeth gritted together a flew at him. Vegeta almost laughed as he pulled the last three vines.

 

Yamcha flight was cut off as a log swing sideways just before him. He looked at Vegeta with a winning gleam

 

“Ha. Not so bad now. Are you?” Vegeta just smiled.

 

“Such rudeness. And to your guest on this planet no less. I am so upset I not going to tell you about the trap behind you.” Yamcha sneered at him.

 

“Right like I’m going to fall f. . .” The second log hit his spare in the back knocking the wind out of him as he was caught off guard.

 

“You only yourself to blame for that.” Goku rushes him pinning him against the tree. Vegeta winced as the attack was foreseen.

 

“Enough!” Vegeta laughed so more than made Goku really confused.

 

“Now you have a choice.” He pointed up at another vine with the same type of spikes as Krillen trap was but it was on a time trigger that was right above a winded Yamcha. “In about five second after I done talking it well impale him. So kick me around or save your friend because you only have time for one.” Goku transported to Yamcha picking him up at the spikes dropped. Goku dropped and rolled with Yamcha to avoid the trap. But, one of the spikes gazed Goku’s arm slightly. Enough to get his attention. He busted up laughing while he formed a ki ball in his hand. “Well, this has been fun. More fun than I had in months. So, I am going to take a some field trip and then kill you. Then I blow this planet as human say to kingdom come.” Vegeta turned to attack around in his hand. “Try not to miss me too much. I will be back.” He dropped the ki bomb at as feet making the dust fly all over the place.

 

The blinding dust cleared with no Vegeta in sight. Everyone coughed as the dust chocked out the air.

 

“Field trip?”