Do you have what it takes? (All Read)

[Toshiro]

The desolate waste lands of Vegeta-sei blew loose sands out against the living Prince come King. He had seen a lot in his life time, and the waste lands of his home planet would always be the best thing he could ever see in his life time.. But the beings that stood, no more then a few feet from him, where what truly drew his attention to this place.

The figure that slowly become coated in the sand, his image blurred heavily. The warrior narrowed his eyes, staring though the sand, burning darkened holes in to the figure before him. As if it came at an unbidden time, another image appeared beside the other, a hand placed upon it?s shoulder and then that figure disappeared.

The two stared though the sand storm as it tore at the ground between the duo. Then, a sudden burst of power that erupted between the pair shattered the wall of sand. Two figures stared at one another, and the Prince slowly allowed a smirk to trail across his lips as he saw who was before him.

?So the Lord shows him self.? A scoff escaped the man?s lips as he stared towards the Lord of Vegeta-sei.

?As does the cowardly Prince.? A sly smirk came across the features of the Lord of the planet, and a deep growl escaped the lips of the Prince.

?I?ll make you eat those words, after I take your dragon ball.? Vegeta slowly allowed a smirk to spread across his etched features as his arms tensed, his fingers slowly curling inside of their white gloves to tighten in to fists. The sand around him cracked, as if pelted with extreme levels of heat that pulsed from his body. His blue, skin tight, jump suit pulled at his flesh, drawing it self taught against his muscles as they slowly bulged.

As if on cue, the Lord before him mimicked the exact same posture, his fingers curling under the robe he wore as it threatened to blow away from his flesh. Fire burned between the two warriors, and the orb?s that rested in Vegeta?s pouch gave off a pulsing, heavy, hum. The man before him growled deeply, sensing the power rising from the Prince?s body, the two power?s meshed in the center, neither of them allowing the pulsing fires in side of their body to become life it self, not yet. As the invisible powers collided between the pair, the sand signified it?s happening. A harsh burst of energy caused the sand to harden and melt in to glass, before shattering under the pressure of their powers.

?Give it up, Vegeta, there?s no way you?ll win.? The Lord spoke with a sure tone about his voice. His dragon ball had an edge over Vegeta, but that was why it all came down to planning.

?Wanna bet?? The Prince smirked, yes, his power was weaker then that of the Lord?s like, this, but not if he kept to his side of the plan.

?What are you doing?!? The Lord barked out though the air, as if commanding his power to start forcing Vegeta?s back. Yet, the smirk never left the Prince?s lips. He saw him, he saw him coming a mile off, and the Lord hadn?t allowed him self to think any further afield then what was between the two right there and then.

Static first, then the hardening matter of flesh, followed closely by that of hair, then clothing. Another figure now stood behind the Lord of Vegeta-sei. Only this time, it was some one Vegeta had faith in. ?I?ll be taking this.? The words struck the Lord slowly, and the movement of the other man caught him off guard as the figure reached in behind him and ripped the dragon ball free from it?s resting place in the pouch on the man?s back.

Leaping in to the air, the figure looked to Vegeta who smirked wickedly, nodding up to his friend. ?Do it Reijin!? With out any more words being said, the friend of the Prince threw a grenade in the middle of the pair.

?Good luck.? The man called down, and the Lord snarled up to him, barking something that was cut off mid sentence, the grenade firing and causing a bubble to burst from it rapidly. The two where now isolated, neither wanting to back down from a prospect like this.

Their hands where balled tightly in on themselves, and their eyes burned holes though the others. The stage was set, and the dragon ball?s on the royalty of Vegeta-sei pulsed with renewed vigour, nothing was holding them back now, and nothing would hold back the blood line ruler.

?Time to die.? With in an instant, a powerful golden wave of power flooded over the Prince come King, and his power soared higher then he could ever have imagined. His eyes bulging at the ferocity of the power as it climbed to unstable limit?s and beyond.

The Lord stared disbelievingly at the royalty figure as his power rivalled that of even his own. ?Imp.. Impossible.? His voice was shaking, not wanting to believe the power that stared him straight in the face. The fabric that clung to the figure of the Prince was pulled to it?s limit?s, his muscles bulging violently as the power rush coursed though his veins, burning them with every pulse. Lord Vine?s clothing was pushed against his flesh unwillingly as the power surged around him from Vegeta. Then his own hand?s tightened and a power surged from with in him he hadn?t tapped in to in such a long while.

A spark surged across the features of the Lord of Vegeta-sei, his power climbing higher then Vegeta?s could possible comprehend at that point in his life. But the Prince had a trick, one that wasn?t born of natural raw talent, some thing that he had acquired. But the Lord wouldn?t know it, not yet.

?Do all you want, Vine!? The Prince called out to him, his eyes narrowing. ?You?ll never be able to defeat the blood line!? As the Lord?s power rose, so did the Princes?. The ball?s pulsed with their own power as they granted the barer, Vegeta, with increasingly sought after power. But then it all stopped, a claw shaped hand shot forward towards the Lord of the planet and he froze, a gag reflex escaping his lips as his hands moved to his neck.

The Prince had him, but it would serve no real purpose, not yet. As the Lord stumbled a few feet, golden energy pulsing around his form, his hands clawing at the invisible barrier that ceased all oxygen from entering his body, he was at full victim to the Prince. He surged forward, his other hand clenching tighter and then soaring forward at an almost impossible rate of knots and finally impacting against the other mans head.

Releasing the claw like hold, the Lord took in a harsh inhale of air, but was cut horribly short as the Prince followed his punch with a back wards round a house. The twisting velocity sent the Lord spinning away and crashing in to the ground heavily. As the Prince stood defiantly above him, the image of the Lord suddenly vanished, reappearing behind the warrior Prince with in an instant. Teleportation.

The arm?s of the Lord quickly snapped around that of the would be king, choking him, his arms threatening to pop the warrior?s head clean off. But it wouldn?t happen. Not today. The Prince?s arm?s leapt up, pulling the arm out from his neck, throwing his jaw down to gain some oxygen again quickly, throwing his weight forward, he followed with in seconds with a powerful elbow in to the Lord?s rib?s, forcing a current of pain to sweep over them. As his arm?s move free from the would-be king?s neck, the Prince dropped down, sending a sweeping kick in to the man?s leg?s, forcing him to loose even more balance. As the Prince rose quickly, now facing the man, he sent a driving fist straight in to his chest, throwing him straight on to his back in a heap.

?Don?t. Fuck. With. This!? The Prince spoke defiantly, with each word came a solid kick in to the Lord?s rib cage, threatening to break the precious bones that encompassed his lungs. With out passing a second thought, the Prince narrowed his eyes, energy channelling around the area that the Lord lay on as he strived to recover the needed air to live, he wouldn?t have much of a chance to regain his breath. As the energy around the laying form began to radiate static bursts of energy, the Prince let out a smirk as he then threw his palm upwards, his middle and index finger erecting at the same point. He gave it a twist thou, and split the two fingers to swear at the Lord as the energy around him erupted in to a violent explosion, a column of energy seeming to surge straight up from the blast zone.

The Prince stared in to the energy based void, watching as smoke, ash, and rubble, all flew in to the air, bouncing against the dome and dying with in it. With out offering a chance for the Lord to live, his hand once more shaped in to a claw, and the image of the laying body of the Lord greeted his eyes as the air drifted clear. The vision of the Lord of Vegeta-sei, laying there, helpless, and awaiting his death, was all to pleasing for the Prince of the planet.

?So long, Vine.? With the other hand, he raised it straight out, his palm facing straight out towards the soon to be corpse of Vine.

Power gathered around him, the power of a Super Saiya-jin pulsing around him and channelling slowly in to his palm. He wouldn?t take any chances, his power surged even more, and with a brilliant, radiating show of energy, he erupted in to the second stage. Power gathering in the open palm, the Prince moved in closer, placing his hand mere inches away from Vine?s face.

?I?ll take good care of my planet.? With the same breath, he unleashed the energy, all at point blank range. The ground shook violently as the dome around them collapsed with in seconds and the face of Lord Vine blew in to the ground he swore to protect. Energy pulsed from the Prince as he kept the blast searing though flesh and bone, then in to the ground. He would ensure that Vine would never stand from the blast.

As he slowly retracted his hand, he breathed heavily as he looked up to the man above him who gave a smirk down to him as he lowered him self to be level beside him.

?Nice one.? The fellow Saiya-jin looked towards the twitching corpse of Vine. ?Now what?? He spoke as he tossed the golden orb in his hand, as if in pain, the Prince winced as he was forced back in to his initial form of Super Saiya-jin. Giving a soft grunt, he snatched the orb from his friend and looked to him.

?Now it?s time for true power.? With a grin on his lips, he pulled off his pouch of the similar orbs, and placed each one on the ground before him. Extending his hands over them, he smirked as they all began to pulse in synchronicity. ?Shenron, arise!?

In a display of awesome might, the orb?s on the ground gave out a brilliant burst of golden energy, enough to rival that of the combined aura?s of the two warrior?s who had just fought. Channelling it, the ball?s sent a surging wave of energy straight in to the air. It twisted, turned, warped and finally ended with a burst of even brighter light that made the two warriors wince to block out a moment of blindness.

?State your wish, mortal?s.? The ball?s guardian, a dragon, spoke from above the two, staring at them with burning red eyes.

?I wish to have the strength of the man I just killed!? His voice rose high, and his words even higher, as if calling out to the heavens above. ?I wish for the power of Lord Vine!? A low growl was all he got in reply, the dragon seemingly trying to contemplate the wish at the hand.

?So be it. Your wish shall be granted, mortal.? His eyes, the eyes the Prince would never forget, burned a dark shade of red as energy seemed to course though his veins, power he had never contemplated ever having in his entire life. Power to destroy, power to create. IT rushed though his veins like magma would during a volcanic eruption. He would get his wish, and he would become the greatest warrior in the cosmos. Even more then Raditzu, who he would look forward to destroying.