11-07-2005, 11:52 AM
?I?m? done, Vegeta.? Rad?s voice rang a sense of confusion within the prince. What did he just say? There?s no way, not now.
?Coward,? Vegeta?s response was something from deep down inside. How could such a worthy adversary want to just up and quit when they were so close to being done. One of them would soon say hello to the other realm, the same place where they had met before to learn the art of fusion together. More than likely, Vegeta would end up going to hell again, some place he wasn?t too fond of.
?Yeah, I am? but not ?cause I don?t? wanna? fight you.? The long haired Saiya-jin moved his extended arm towards the holding area as to point out something. ?You?re daughter?s over there. You know she?s watching us.? Was she? It was true. Vegeta?s eyes took a quick glance over towards the cell, and there she was. The young girl who Vegeta had neglected for so many years was watching him, and caring for him. He spat on the ground reluctantly.
?Good? she?ll? see me kill? you.? With a mouth full of pride, he slowly began to rise, legs trembling tremendously beneath him.
?We?re supposed to be there for them.? Raditzu used the word ?them?, obviously there was some one up there that he cared for as well. ?We?re supposed to be the strong ones. We?re supposed to be the ones they can rely on? not the ones who run off every time we?re needed.? How many times did Bra need her father? Vegeta tried to break it out from his mind, the thoughts of her in trouble, and him not being there to rescue her at night from her various nightmares and ghoulish school antics. What was Vegeta supposed to think? Would he admit that he wasn?t there for her? Or would he change his ways as the prideful royal heir to the throne.
?? coward,? Vegeta repeated. What was he saying? It was if his mouth was now moving without his command. His pride wanted to take over, and not just his mouth, but his whole entire body. In an attempt to stand up even further, his body decided to go into the opposite direction, sagging slowly downward as if weights were steadily being placed onto his shoulders; or was it just the guilt that he felt from never living up to his fatherly duties. ?I?ll prove? once and for all??
?? that you?re stronger than me,? Raditzu interrupted, ?With that borrowed power??
?What?? Vegeta?s eyes widened in surprise. He couldn?t believe what he just heard coming from his rival?s mouth. Him, the prince of Saiya-jins, had just been awoken to a nightmare which had never felt so real. What he spoke was true, no matter how Raditzu knew it, Vegeta was borrowing the power of the ascended Super Saiya-jin. It wasn?t his, he didn?t own it, he never attained it the same way that the Saiya-jin in front of his eyes did. His thought traveled downward into his pocket where the dragonball laid whispering sweet nothings into his fighting blood streams.
?Whatever? I don?t care.? Raditzu stepped backwards, putting a small distance between the two injured warriors. ?We can either stand here and play this little game, or go back to the people that matter and find a way to get them out of this.? Rad shook his head as in agreeing to disagree. ?You don?t like being manipulated anymore than I do, Vegeta. Do you even know what your own children have gone through? Did you even realize that I probably know more about them than you do!? And you?re going to stand there make them suffer even more than they already have?? Was this true? How embarrassing was it that his enemy knew more about his own daughter than he did? The prince wouldn?t listen to it.
?Silence!? Vegeta?s voice rose up to such an extent, as if there was no pain thrashing around within his wounded body. There was nothing more that was needed to said. ?Enough of your preaching.?
?Fine,? Rad shrugged. ?Whatever. Your choice. Strike me down if it means that much to you, but I?m not fighting anymore.? Vegeta gazed into the eyes of Raditzu, as if he was thinking real hard about the decision he was about to make. Both him and Raditzu were now reverted into their normal forms, as their powers had been completely sucked out from them during their heated battle. As much as Vegeta would have loved to just kill Raditzu right then and their, something eased his heart, and prevented him from making the final move.
His mouth opened, air inhaled deep within his lungs, and the words were about to rip out into the open when the lights around him began to flicker. It was the same way as a candle burning so ferociously before burning out into nothingness. Within seconds, the lights were cut off, and the gates to the cell evaporated into thin air.
?What is this?? Vegeta mumbled to himself, gazing sharply around the arena. His eyes scratched at the surface trying to focus into the now lightless room. Suddenly the low groans of familiarity echoed through the dome, and the slow shuffling of feet could be heard appearing from all angles. His head snapped to the left, then to the right. Raditzu was searching as well, and Vegeta returned his look to the warrior. He didn?t say anything, but the few steps that he took backward informed the warrior that it was over. The fighting would stop here, for now.
?Hm?? He grunted as he sensed the demon?s aura somewhere nearby. It was Satan, the demon he had fought within the town hall only so many hours ago. The beast that taunted him as if he were nothing was approaching. This time Vegeta wouldn?t let him escape. But what happened next was the fire to his gunpowder. Satan began to pound hard into his daughter, not caring about just how young this female was, he tore into her face like a pillow of feathers. Vegeta?s blood began to boil beyond recognition. With a final kick into her temple, Bra was sent soaring into the air and skidding across the dirt arena. In instinct, Vegeta?s body erupted in rage and shot off towards the demon at such an incredible rate. The pain that thrashed his shoulder seemed to be oblivious to him, and all he could think about was protecting the one thing he?s been neglecting.
"Time for Round 2, you ugly ogre!" Vegeta, filled with the passion to protect his daughter, threw his entire body into the demon?s body, not caring about how much pain he was about to inflict upon himself.. "Nobody fucks with my family!" The Saiya-jin prince hurled his fist downward into the deformed and grossed out jaw.
The blood covered beast looked up at the attacker and smirked as if he was unaffected. "Done?" In a rage of countering, the beast spun around and threw his leg into the prince, sending him hurling forward into the sandy ground.
"I am sick of this GAME!" Vegeta could her his daughter?s voice rise up like the true Saiya-jin female she was. His gaze shifted over to her, watching as he transformed into something of great wonder and magnificence. Her hair rose and flashed a bright sense of golden power, sparking an aura of the same hue completely around her body. A grin appeared on Vegeta?s face as he stumbled back onto his feet. The pain that wrecked through his body returned, and all he could think about was the face of Raditzu. He was undoubtfully the cause of his agony.
Bra rocketed forward towards the demon, both fists closed tightly and aimed directly for his chest. The attack made contact, but little effect. With a little less than slight effort, the beast struck her hard, tossing her back into her father?s arms. He tried to gently nudge her to the side as he retaliated, knowing that there just wasn?t power in his body to continue, he had to at least try. His fist flung forward, but was easily blocked, being returned with his own jab into the jaw that sent a loud popping noise reeling throughout the arena. Screams could be heard from every direction, but they could be differentiated by the prince as another fist collided into his jaw.
But he pain seemed to have subsided. How did this happen? His eyes began to focus and he noticed that Bra was on a full scale assault, but to his dismay, it too had no effect on the beast. Vegeta stumbled backward and fell onto one knee, his shoulder was freshly bleeding again, even more so now than Raditzu?s initial strike.
"Bra!" Vegeta shouted as he watched the beast hurl her forcefully into the ground in front of him. ?You! Be more careful!? He didn?t want to lose her, not after all he?s just been through to protect her.
With a sudden pain into his shoulder, he felt as if a finger was dug hard into it. His mouth gaped open as to let out a roaring scream, but something was dropped into it. It was a senzu bean, but how? Vegeta gazed to his left but the figure was already gone. He knew though, it was Raditzu. His mind could comprehend it though, just after the prince had tried to kill him, his enemy just saved him. Upon chewing the small bean, the wound in his shoulder began to heal at an incredible rate. Vegeta smirked, feeling his body become some what rejuvenated. He would make a mental note to make a reference to Raditzu upon their next meeting.
But what was this? There was something else happening, a new power began to rise with a ferocious capacity. ?Trunks!? Him and Bra called out to his royal bloodline son watching as he erupted into a ball of golden power towards Satan. Vegeta could sense it clear as day, the power that he was witnessing was the same as Raditzu?s. It was the same power that he borrowed from the dragonball hidden deep within his pocket. Trunks had ascended into the next level of Super Saiya-jin. There was no doubt about it, he was in fact a holder of the royal blood, and it ran through his veins.
But something was wrong as he watched Trunks tear apart at Satan with his new found power. A large weight was pushing down on Vegeta, and he immediately knew what it was. Reijin was too close. His nullify ball was tearing away at the power that was aching to be released. He couldn?t do anything at this level. Even at the first stage of Super Saiya-jin, he would make nothing more than singes on the beast, for now Trunks would have to hold him off.
They watched in awe, Trunks began to throw punch after punch, kick after kick, and ki blast after blast into the beast as if there was no end to his enormous power. This was his son, and he was proud to be watching him in action. Vegeta spat on the ground and got into his fighting stance. He knew he had to help, and waited for the right opportunity. Bra appeared as if she was thinking about something at the same point in time, but he couldn?t dwell on it. It was coming up, the time to strike. With every hit, the beast would flinch more and more, and with one final blow, Satan was popped up into the air. Vegeta erupted into a large blast of power, golden aura flaring around his body and making himself a bright flash light within the darkened arena. He dashed forth, arms placed evenly together as if he was charge up an attack. ?Gallet Gun!? But in an instant before he released the blast, he felt the burden quickly lift off of him. Reijin had left, but where? His ally was off on a different escapade. Although Vegeta was curious about Reijin, he knew what he had to do. In a flash, the power of the second level flamed up around his body again, and he sent his gallet gun flaring forwards into the chest of the demon, sending him reeling into the arena wall shattering and detonating the powerful explosion on contact.
Vegeta and Bra however found themselves with a bigger nuisance on their hands. Hundreds of zombies had surrounded them in a blink of an eye. Although they could be easily disposed of, there?s no doubt that they would keep on coming out of nowhere. By the numbers, they piled towards the two fighters, mouth salivating for a bite of living flesh. Behind them, Satan had already begun to recover from their recent attack.
?We can?t focus on these bastards and that demon-thing!!? Bra declared, slamming a blade through the face of another zombie, ?Trunks is gonna need a hand, even with his power!?
?Just keep fighting!? Vegeta hissed out of his heaving lungs. A threw a fist into the head of an opposing zombie, snapping it completely off of it?s shoulders. His daughter grimaced, a snap kick followed by a violent stab dispatched one more, but it seems as if they kept on coming; like there was no end to an ongoing dream of zombies.
?I got an idea!! Dad, could you hold these guys off on your own?? Bra requested as he skillfully dodged and dealt blow after blow. A zombie fell into pieces right before the prince?s feet. Vegeta felt almost offended as he drove a kick into a zombie?s head with enough force to detach it along with the spinal cord.
?Of course I can! Just be quick about your idea!? he replied with a prideful smirk. Vegeta increased his power again and began to deal quicker and more deadly blows on the approaching zombies, knowing that it was up to him to keep them off of Bra as she went forth with her idea. Behind them, Trunks was back fighting neck to neck with Satan. It was no doubt a troublesome task, but he prayed that his son would be able to hold out for just a bit longer.
He threw kick after kick, spinning around like a table top toy twirling in circles throwing his heel into the temple of his surrounding enemies. For some, the blow was so devastating that it completely shattered their skull and allowed for maggots and other rotten bugs to flow freely out of it?s head. Vegeta?s stomach almost began to turn as he watched the bodies just fall apart before him by his own hands. He knew that after this was all done, a nice long shower was the first thing on his agenda. His voice echoed off as he was about to yell for Bra, finding himself completely surrounded by a number of ghouls, but to his surprise, help had already arrived. A beast of questionable proportion appeared in front of him, landing full body on a number of zombies, crushing them under it?s weight. The beast was incredible, like nothing he?s ever seen. *enter Bra?s description here*.
?What in the fuck is that?? Vegeta?s mouth was practically hanging open as he watched this dreadful beast tear apart his enemies as if they were nothing but a child?s play thing.
?Dad!? Bra called out for her father, trying to regain his attention. It was difficult, but Vegeta shook his head to get himself out of the trance, and turned to meet Bra eye to eye.
?We gotta get back to Trunks.? A golden aura reappeared around his daughter and she was already speeding back towards her brother. Vegeta took one last look behind him as her summoned beast made quick work, almost like he was a chef cooking his most prized dinner for important guests. He grunted, and blasted off towards Trunks. As he got there, he noticed two others, one seemed to be a changeling of a sorts with bluish skin and abnormal green hair. The other was an android no doubt, as he wore the infamous red ribbon tag like the others. It appeared that they had already dealt their own hands against Satan, but apparently to no effect. The beast was still standing, and still swinging. Vegeta and his golden haired daughter landed next to the heavy breathing Trunks. His eyes scanned the warrior up and down; it was his only son standing before him in an ascended state of power.
?Trunks?Bra.? Vegeta began to speak as he slid into his casual fighting position. ?I want you to know something.? His aura began to flare up again higher than ever, almost equaling and surpassing the one of his son?s. ?No matter what happens here,? his right foot dug deep into the sand for a better foot hold, ?I will always?be with you, and be proud of you.? Before he could get a response, Vegeta blasted off towards the beast, as if not wanting to see the reaction of his children, since this was practically the first time he has ever shown any resemblance of love towards them. His focus was back on the demon, and he knew he had to kill him in order to protect his family, something he hasn?t done in his entire life time. But this time it felt different, the blood that boiled with excitement wasn?t fighting for selfishness this time, it was fighting for protection of someone he cared about. Vegeta would risk his life now for another, something that only a few minutes ago, he would never admit to, and perhaps the blame was to be placed on Raditzu for causing this state of mind in the prince.
?Coward,? Vegeta?s response was something from deep down inside. How could such a worthy adversary want to just up and quit when they were so close to being done. One of them would soon say hello to the other realm, the same place where they had met before to learn the art of fusion together. More than likely, Vegeta would end up going to hell again, some place he wasn?t too fond of.
?Yeah, I am? but not ?cause I don?t? wanna? fight you.? The long haired Saiya-jin moved his extended arm towards the holding area as to point out something. ?You?re daughter?s over there. You know she?s watching us.? Was she? It was true. Vegeta?s eyes took a quick glance over towards the cell, and there she was. The young girl who Vegeta had neglected for so many years was watching him, and caring for him. He spat on the ground reluctantly.
?Good? she?ll? see me kill? you.? With a mouth full of pride, he slowly began to rise, legs trembling tremendously beneath him.
?We?re supposed to be there for them.? Raditzu used the word ?them?, obviously there was some one up there that he cared for as well. ?We?re supposed to be the strong ones. We?re supposed to be the ones they can rely on? not the ones who run off every time we?re needed.? How many times did Bra need her father? Vegeta tried to break it out from his mind, the thoughts of her in trouble, and him not being there to rescue her at night from her various nightmares and ghoulish school antics. What was Vegeta supposed to think? Would he admit that he wasn?t there for her? Or would he change his ways as the prideful royal heir to the throne.
?? coward,? Vegeta repeated. What was he saying? It was if his mouth was now moving without his command. His pride wanted to take over, and not just his mouth, but his whole entire body. In an attempt to stand up even further, his body decided to go into the opposite direction, sagging slowly downward as if weights were steadily being placed onto his shoulders; or was it just the guilt that he felt from never living up to his fatherly duties. ?I?ll prove? once and for all??
?? that you?re stronger than me,? Raditzu interrupted, ?With that borrowed power??
?What?? Vegeta?s eyes widened in surprise. He couldn?t believe what he just heard coming from his rival?s mouth. Him, the prince of Saiya-jins, had just been awoken to a nightmare which had never felt so real. What he spoke was true, no matter how Raditzu knew it, Vegeta was borrowing the power of the ascended Super Saiya-jin. It wasn?t his, he didn?t own it, he never attained it the same way that the Saiya-jin in front of his eyes did. His thought traveled downward into his pocket where the dragonball laid whispering sweet nothings into his fighting blood streams.
?Whatever? I don?t care.? Raditzu stepped backwards, putting a small distance between the two injured warriors. ?We can either stand here and play this little game, or go back to the people that matter and find a way to get them out of this.? Rad shook his head as in agreeing to disagree. ?You don?t like being manipulated anymore than I do, Vegeta. Do you even know what your own children have gone through? Did you even realize that I probably know more about them than you do!? And you?re going to stand there make them suffer even more than they already have?? Was this true? How embarrassing was it that his enemy knew more about his own daughter than he did? The prince wouldn?t listen to it.
?Silence!? Vegeta?s voice rose up to such an extent, as if there was no pain thrashing around within his wounded body. There was nothing more that was needed to said. ?Enough of your preaching.?
?Fine,? Rad shrugged. ?Whatever. Your choice. Strike me down if it means that much to you, but I?m not fighting anymore.? Vegeta gazed into the eyes of Raditzu, as if he was thinking real hard about the decision he was about to make. Both him and Raditzu were now reverted into their normal forms, as their powers had been completely sucked out from them during their heated battle. As much as Vegeta would have loved to just kill Raditzu right then and their, something eased his heart, and prevented him from making the final move.
His mouth opened, air inhaled deep within his lungs, and the words were about to rip out into the open when the lights around him began to flicker. It was the same way as a candle burning so ferociously before burning out into nothingness. Within seconds, the lights were cut off, and the gates to the cell evaporated into thin air.
?What is this?? Vegeta mumbled to himself, gazing sharply around the arena. His eyes scratched at the surface trying to focus into the now lightless room. Suddenly the low groans of familiarity echoed through the dome, and the slow shuffling of feet could be heard appearing from all angles. His head snapped to the left, then to the right. Raditzu was searching as well, and Vegeta returned his look to the warrior. He didn?t say anything, but the few steps that he took backward informed the warrior that it was over. The fighting would stop here, for now.
?Hm?? He grunted as he sensed the demon?s aura somewhere nearby. It was Satan, the demon he had fought within the town hall only so many hours ago. The beast that taunted him as if he were nothing was approaching. This time Vegeta wouldn?t let him escape. But what happened next was the fire to his gunpowder. Satan began to pound hard into his daughter, not caring about just how young this female was, he tore into her face like a pillow of feathers. Vegeta?s blood began to boil beyond recognition. With a final kick into her temple, Bra was sent soaring into the air and skidding across the dirt arena. In instinct, Vegeta?s body erupted in rage and shot off towards the demon at such an incredible rate. The pain that thrashed his shoulder seemed to be oblivious to him, and all he could think about was protecting the one thing he?s been neglecting.
"Time for Round 2, you ugly ogre!" Vegeta, filled with the passion to protect his daughter, threw his entire body into the demon?s body, not caring about how much pain he was about to inflict upon himself.. "Nobody fucks with my family!" The Saiya-jin prince hurled his fist downward into the deformed and grossed out jaw.
The blood covered beast looked up at the attacker and smirked as if he was unaffected. "Done?" In a rage of countering, the beast spun around and threw his leg into the prince, sending him hurling forward into the sandy ground.
"I am sick of this GAME!" Vegeta could her his daughter?s voice rise up like the true Saiya-jin female she was. His gaze shifted over to her, watching as he transformed into something of great wonder and magnificence. Her hair rose and flashed a bright sense of golden power, sparking an aura of the same hue completely around her body. A grin appeared on Vegeta?s face as he stumbled back onto his feet. The pain that wrecked through his body returned, and all he could think about was the face of Raditzu. He was undoubtfully the cause of his agony.
Bra rocketed forward towards the demon, both fists closed tightly and aimed directly for his chest. The attack made contact, but little effect. With a little less than slight effort, the beast struck her hard, tossing her back into her father?s arms. He tried to gently nudge her to the side as he retaliated, knowing that there just wasn?t power in his body to continue, he had to at least try. His fist flung forward, but was easily blocked, being returned with his own jab into the jaw that sent a loud popping noise reeling throughout the arena. Screams could be heard from every direction, but they could be differentiated by the prince as another fist collided into his jaw.
But he pain seemed to have subsided. How did this happen? His eyes began to focus and he noticed that Bra was on a full scale assault, but to his dismay, it too had no effect on the beast. Vegeta stumbled backward and fell onto one knee, his shoulder was freshly bleeding again, even more so now than Raditzu?s initial strike.
"Bra!" Vegeta shouted as he watched the beast hurl her forcefully into the ground in front of him. ?You! Be more careful!? He didn?t want to lose her, not after all he?s just been through to protect her.
With a sudden pain into his shoulder, he felt as if a finger was dug hard into it. His mouth gaped open as to let out a roaring scream, but something was dropped into it. It was a senzu bean, but how? Vegeta gazed to his left but the figure was already gone. He knew though, it was Raditzu. His mind could comprehend it though, just after the prince had tried to kill him, his enemy just saved him. Upon chewing the small bean, the wound in his shoulder began to heal at an incredible rate. Vegeta smirked, feeling his body become some what rejuvenated. He would make a mental note to make a reference to Raditzu upon their next meeting.
But what was this? There was something else happening, a new power began to rise with a ferocious capacity. ?Trunks!? Him and Bra called out to his royal bloodline son watching as he erupted into a ball of golden power towards Satan. Vegeta could sense it clear as day, the power that he was witnessing was the same as Raditzu?s. It was the same power that he borrowed from the dragonball hidden deep within his pocket. Trunks had ascended into the next level of Super Saiya-jin. There was no doubt about it, he was in fact a holder of the royal blood, and it ran through his veins.
But something was wrong as he watched Trunks tear apart at Satan with his new found power. A large weight was pushing down on Vegeta, and he immediately knew what it was. Reijin was too close. His nullify ball was tearing away at the power that was aching to be released. He couldn?t do anything at this level. Even at the first stage of Super Saiya-jin, he would make nothing more than singes on the beast, for now Trunks would have to hold him off.
They watched in awe, Trunks began to throw punch after punch, kick after kick, and ki blast after blast into the beast as if there was no end to his enormous power. This was his son, and he was proud to be watching him in action. Vegeta spat on the ground and got into his fighting stance. He knew he had to help, and waited for the right opportunity. Bra appeared as if she was thinking about something at the same point in time, but he couldn?t dwell on it. It was coming up, the time to strike. With every hit, the beast would flinch more and more, and with one final blow, Satan was popped up into the air. Vegeta erupted into a large blast of power, golden aura flaring around his body and making himself a bright flash light within the darkened arena. He dashed forth, arms placed evenly together as if he was charge up an attack. ?Gallet Gun!? But in an instant before he released the blast, he felt the burden quickly lift off of him. Reijin had left, but where? His ally was off on a different escapade. Although Vegeta was curious about Reijin, he knew what he had to do. In a flash, the power of the second level flamed up around his body again, and he sent his gallet gun flaring forwards into the chest of the demon, sending him reeling into the arena wall shattering and detonating the powerful explosion on contact.
Vegeta and Bra however found themselves with a bigger nuisance on their hands. Hundreds of zombies had surrounded them in a blink of an eye. Although they could be easily disposed of, there?s no doubt that they would keep on coming out of nowhere. By the numbers, they piled towards the two fighters, mouth salivating for a bite of living flesh. Behind them, Satan had already begun to recover from their recent attack.
?We can?t focus on these bastards and that demon-thing!!? Bra declared, slamming a blade through the face of another zombie, ?Trunks is gonna need a hand, even with his power!?
?Just keep fighting!? Vegeta hissed out of his heaving lungs. A threw a fist into the head of an opposing zombie, snapping it completely off of it?s shoulders. His daughter grimaced, a snap kick followed by a violent stab dispatched one more, but it seems as if they kept on coming; like there was no end to an ongoing dream of zombies.
?I got an idea!! Dad, could you hold these guys off on your own?? Bra requested as he skillfully dodged and dealt blow after blow. A zombie fell into pieces right before the prince?s feet. Vegeta felt almost offended as he drove a kick into a zombie?s head with enough force to detach it along with the spinal cord.
?Of course I can! Just be quick about your idea!? he replied with a prideful smirk. Vegeta increased his power again and began to deal quicker and more deadly blows on the approaching zombies, knowing that it was up to him to keep them off of Bra as she went forth with her idea. Behind them, Trunks was back fighting neck to neck with Satan. It was no doubt a troublesome task, but he prayed that his son would be able to hold out for just a bit longer.
He threw kick after kick, spinning around like a table top toy twirling in circles throwing his heel into the temple of his surrounding enemies. For some, the blow was so devastating that it completely shattered their skull and allowed for maggots and other rotten bugs to flow freely out of it?s head. Vegeta?s stomach almost began to turn as he watched the bodies just fall apart before him by his own hands. He knew that after this was all done, a nice long shower was the first thing on his agenda. His voice echoed off as he was about to yell for Bra, finding himself completely surrounded by a number of ghouls, but to his surprise, help had already arrived. A beast of questionable proportion appeared in front of him, landing full body on a number of zombies, crushing them under it?s weight. The beast was incredible, like nothing he?s ever seen. *enter Bra?s description here*.
?What in the fuck is that?? Vegeta?s mouth was practically hanging open as he watched this dreadful beast tear apart his enemies as if they were nothing but a child?s play thing.
?Dad!? Bra called out for her father, trying to regain his attention. It was difficult, but Vegeta shook his head to get himself out of the trance, and turned to meet Bra eye to eye.
?We gotta get back to Trunks.? A golden aura reappeared around his daughter and she was already speeding back towards her brother. Vegeta took one last look behind him as her summoned beast made quick work, almost like he was a chef cooking his most prized dinner for important guests. He grunted, and blasted off towards Trunks. As he got there, he noticed two others, one seemed to be a changeling of a sorts with bluish skin and abnormal green hair. The other was an android no doubt, as he wore the infamous red ribbon tag like the others. It appeared that they had already dealt their own hands against Satan, but apparently to no effect. The beast was still standing, and still swinging. Vegeta and his golden haired daughter landed next to the heavy breathing Trunks. His eyes scanned the warrior up and down; it was his only son standing before him in an ascended state of power.
?Trunks?Bra.? Vegeta began to speak as he slid into his casual fighting position. ?I want you to know something.? His aura began to flare up again higher than ever, almost equaling and surpassing the one of his son?s. ?No matter what happens here,? his right foot dug deep into the sand for a better foot hold, ?I will always?be with you, and be proud of you.? Before he could get a response, Vegeta blasted off towards the beast, as if not wanting to see the reaction of his children, since this was practically the first time he has ever shown any resemblance of love towards them. His focus was back on the demon, and he knew he had to kill him in order to protect his family, something he hasn?t done in his entire life time. But this time it felt different, the blood that boiled with excitement wasn?t fighting for selfishness this time, it was fighting for protection of someone he cared about. Vegeta would risk his life now for another, something that only a few minutes ago, he would never admit to, and perhaps the blame was to be placed on Raditzu for causing this state of mind in the prince.
~Semper Fidelis~