CHAPTER SIX : A Step Towards the Future

The large bald carcass thumped as it hit the ground before Vegeta, who lowered his dark gaze. Bulma covered her eyes and Kijah stepped a bit closer to view what the green haired alien had tossed from the ship.

The aliens sat in silence for a second, and the horned one spoke once again. “This WAS one of two warriors who crossed the boundaries of my rule “ he said in a shrill voice. “I had no idea that this galaxy was so prominent with life. Now that I know, we need to do business.” He raised a finger and a large hairy form was raised up into the air above them, surrounded by red ki. The horned alien smirked and spoke once more. “This one was kept alive for the directions. We’ll keep him that way if you choose to cooperate.”

A snorting noise came from Vegeta, who still looked at the carcass. His head slowly lifted and he looked directly at the alien. He was grinning from ear to ear. The rest of the watchers froze, or slowly inched back to their posts as they saw a threat. “Kill him.” Vegeta said simply.

All three intruders seemed to raise their brows at once.

Vegeta slowly folded his arms. “I sent the two away. They annoyed me. You may do what you like with them, especially if they chose to lead you here.” He paused and glanced to the audience around him. “Plus, I think we’d all enjoy the show.”

Radditsu’s eyebrows squeezed together in pain and anger. How could he have been so selfish. Vegeta was right. He had led them right to his own planet, only fearing for his own life.

“I am the great Frieza, son of King Cold. I own practically every galaxy surrounding this one, and I plan to cover this dirt ball with my flags as well. I wish you wouldn’t toy with my time so.” He glanced around. “A palace and everything. How did I ever miss out on such a nice little show of adaptation.” He pursed his lips and glanced around, wondering what sort of beam woud be needed to blow up this place. But considering keeping it around for pricing.

Vegeta interrupted his thoughts by sighing. “I’ve had enough of this. Leave now. We have business to attend to.” He said and turned, turning Bulma and pushing her slightly to get her to walk. Kijah was surprized as Bulma grabbed her arm, but only heard the alien speak.

“Do NOT turn your back on me!” Vegeta watched in frozen rage as a spit second passed within what seemed like a full minute.

In the same way Radditz was lifted, Bulma went rigid and let out a small whine as she lifted into the air, surrounded by a slightly lighter red aura.

Vegeta wheeled around and felt something snap inside of him.

~~~“I’ll be fine Vegeta… WHY do you insist on treating me like I’m going to crack in two!?”

~~~“Because you can! The gravity on this planet is too high baka!”

~~~“You won’t just let me go out by myself! I’ll never be able to see the rest of this planet! DAMN IT! I’m not meant to be caged!”

~~~“Bond to that weak mindless moody thing!? Never”

~~~She blinked and smiled bluntly “I wouldn’t trust anyone else with my life you know”

~~~“I wouldn’t trust anyone else with my life” She blinked her blue eyes.

~~~Fathomless blue eyes that saw straight through him, watched him as he trained, ate, spoke. They never held fear. Never

Her eyes squeezed shut as he felt her fear course through him. He snapped

He snapped in a way that made the electric flow of the air fault and rush backward. A way that turned the eyes of every warrior in sight to him, just before they were blown back by the burst of energy he gave off.

A way that turned his eyes green and his hair gold.

And all at once, everything stopped.

Bulma was dropped and Kijah broke her awe to catch her. She shifted and stodd directly in front of the stunned woman, flaring her ki slightly, placing a protective dome over them both. Then she turned to Vegeta, and then to the crowd, who went down in a giant wave of bows. In a second, the entire audience was down in extreme salute, minus the aliens, Kijah and Bulma.

Frieza raised an eyebrow. “I expect that you will hold a tournament. If your race holds ki this strong under wraps, I must see it in action.” He smiled. He nodded his head once and Zarbon and the fat one known as Dodoria phased out, the blank stares remaining pasted on their faces.

“I’ll return in one galaxial planet cycle. There will be a royal tournament prepared for me, and my contestants. It will be that or war.” He said simply and phased out.

Frieza never retreated, and if he did, he was sure to get the last word.

Vegeta spoke, his voice raspy "It will be war.”

As the ship lifted, Vegeta dropped to the ground. His hair returning to it’s normal color.

Zarbon shifted a lock of hair behind his ear as he watched the planet disappear into darkness.“That ki was huge sire. I’ve never seen an effect like it." His eyes turned warily toward Frieza.

Frieza frowned. "We need to look into this race. Those beasts could be inbreeding everywhere for all we know.” He narrowed his eyes and cursed himself for letting this slip through, and reminding himself not to let his father know of this. He cursed and went to the message board. This would be war alright.