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[b][u][center]Saiyans Going Ape

For Lizarman

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

No matter how many different worlds he ended up seeing, Vegeta never felt that they deserved the praise that the galaxy heaped on them. People were people, and weakness was weakness; none of them could stand before even one Saiyan, let alone two.

As he let loose another energy blast from his palm, destroying one of the fortifications in the hills without even bothering to look, he turned towards his companion. Nappa was likewise occupied, his eyes scanning the hills for other fortifications, but unlike him, the taller Saiyan was taking much more pleasure in the destruction of the weaklings.

[i]Pathetic,[/i] he thought. [i]Weak as they are, they’re not even sport. Why get so excited over burning something that might as well be soaked in oil already?[/i]

Perhaps if they’d given the planet a week of warning, they might have prepared some decent defense, something that would keep him occupied for a few days rather than a mere couple of hours, but he doubted it. The Saiyan Prince had been to a dozen different planets that were better armed and better populated than this place, and they’d fallen just as quickly. There was nothing that could stop the power of a Saiyan.

A flicker of movement caught his attention, and he casually reached to his side, grabbing hold of the assassin before he could get closer than two feet away. The furred creature gasped and coughed, dropping its knife as it started twitching in fear for its life.

“Nappa.”

“Yes, Vegeta?”

“What should I do with this one? It thought it could try and kill me.”

“Heh, it’s brave, even if it’s stupid.”

“Stupider than you are.”

“Heh, maybe.”

He shook his head. Nappa never responded to the insults anymore, not since the destruction of their planet and the sheer devastation that Frieza had unleashed upon his people. It didn’t matter. As long as the general could fight, he’d keep Nappa around.

As for the assassin…

He threw the creature in the air, letting it get a good hundred feet above him before summoning another energy blast. There was no defending against it, and the fuzzy thing turned into a fireball, screaming for a few seconds on its way back down to earth.

He left it behind, continuing his walk across the planet’s surface. The fortifications in the hill were utterly weak, but there were many of them, and the contract specified that all the defenses that the locals had put in place needed to be destroyed before their employer came down to claim the planet.

Vegeta had no problem with that.

#

They left the hills behind a few hours later, with Nappa still looking over his shoulder at the burning mounds. Dozens of hidden bunkers, weapon stashes, and other, bigger fortifications had been destroyed by the pair of them, and neither of them had even broken a sweat.

Vegeta didn’t bother looking back. He knew precisely the scale of destruction that they’d left behind, and there was no point in reliving it if he couldn’t actually get some more satisfaction out of it.

“They could have sent Raditz here, instead of us.”

“Come on, Vegeta. It’s not like we’re not getting a workout.”

He reared on the other Saiyan, grabbing him by the arm. His face twisted in purest rage, grip tightening hard enough that he could feel Nappa’s armor twisting beneath his grip.

“Are you that weak, Nappa? Do you think that was an actual challenge? If you do, perhaps I should just kill you myself and get it over with. We are Saiyan warriors, and this, this [i]rabble[/i] is nothing compared to the monster that blew up our world. If you can’t keep up, then I should just blow you to kingdom come now!”

“Hey, hey, Vegeta. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean –”

“Think before you speak, then!”

Fighting the temptation to throw Nappa right back the way they came, Vegeta stomped ahead, his boots kicking miniature craters into the world beneath him. He heard Nappa following, and he shook his head.

[i]I need a real fight. A real struggle to bring someone down. Someone that I can crush and show the real power of a Saiyan prince. This is beneath me. This would even be beneath Raditz…[/i]

Weak enemies, weak foes. Frieza’s many contracts for them were designed to keep them busy, and keep them stagnant. The damn monster knew that they could get stronger from near-death experiences, knew that the Saiyans as a whole evolved that way. He knew that anything that would actually challenge them would be a way for them to eventually challenge him.

And so, they were constantly kept from the things that they needed. Challenge. Survival. Fighting against someone that actually mattered. They were only used when overwhelming force was required to secure a world, and even then, they couldn’t go as wild as they wanted.

Vegeta could feel himself working up towards a real rage, one where even the planet itself might not survive if he didn’t get some sort of relief. He needed to vent this, but –

“Hey, Vegeta.”

“What now, Nappa?”

“Vegetaaaaa?”

“What is it?”

“Vegetaaaaa?”

He whipped around, glaring back at his comrade, and his eyes widened a bit.

Nappa had picked up one of the locals and had put it on sticks, making it dance around in mid-air. The furry corpse barely seemed to move at all, despite the Saiyan’s amateur puppeteering. Nappa even put on a voice.

“Look at me, I’m just a stupid little thing that can’t fight. I think I can beat up a Saiyan and his prince. I think that I – oh, no, look, I’m dead! HAHAHA!”

Vegeta’s fists were clenching tighter and tighter the more that Nappa continued his little ‘show.’ There was a point for humor, and there was a point where he was being reminded that they were wasting their time and existence on this miserable planet. He could feel his fingers about ready to rip through his gloves with how much he wanted to destroy something –

And then the puppet slipped, the corpse falling on him.

“Uh…sorry, Vegeta.”

“…”

“Vegeta?”

“…”

“Vegeta, are you –”

The explosion of sheer power was beyond anything that he’d planned to use on this planet. There was nothing worth it, but the rage needed to go somewhere. Vegeta roared at the top of his lungs as chi energy went flying out of him, shooting out in pulses that sent the corpse, Nappa, and a radius of thirty feet of earth and rock flying in all directions.

He kept on screaming as he kicked off of the ground and shot right at Nappa, grabbing the other Saiyan and shoving him down to the ground, stomping into his chest. He squatted down and grabbed him by the neck, punching him in the face, once, twice, three times.

“You…idiot!”

He couldn’t even speak. Roaring again, he swung the bigger Saiyan around, sending him flying through the air before raising both of his hands. Energy beams shot out in quick little bolts, slamming into Nappa’s chest and sending him flying back towards the hilltop fortifications. Vegeta kept on screaming as he blasted at him again and again, sending him flying further and further, never letting him come back towards the ground until he was hundreds of feet away.

It didn’t even leave him breathless. Still glaring at the silhouette of his fellow warrior, he took to the air and flew off after him, his hands still clenched tight, his arms twisted up from all the anger.

It didn’t take long to find where Nappa had landed. The other Saiyan had hit the ground hard enough to form a crater of his own, though he wasn’t looking quite so good as he had before. The energy blasts had ripped through his armor, leaving little black marks here and there on his skin where his own control hadn’t been so good.

Still, he had to give credit to the general. Nappa hadn’t been knocked out, and was already pulling himself upright and rubbing his head.

[i]Heh, he’s still got some strength, even if he’s as stupid as a stone,[/i] he thought as he looked down at his companion. It was clear that Nappa had been keeping up with his training, even if he was an idiot in all other ways. Thick slabs of muscle covered the Saiyan’s chest, and his arms were as thick as most people’s legs. They were covered in little bulges of muscle even when he wasn’t showing off, too, and Vegeta had seen a number of people completely cave in even at a casual blow from the general.

He slowly floated himself down towards the crater, shaking his head at the shirtless Saiyan. Nappa started to open his mouth –

“Shut up.”

Vegeta continued to float at head height for the other Saiyan, looking him up and down. He shook his head again.

[i]At least he’s good for something,[/i] he thought as he took in Nappa’s body. There wasn’t much there besides the capacity for destruction, but…

Vegeta felt an idea blossoming in the back of his head, an idea that he had never actually considered. It was so stupid that he almost thought that it might have come from Nappa, but at the same time…

He was the prince of the Saiyans. There were demands that he could make that no other could, and he needed something to blow off some steam. If he didn’t do it soon, he’d end up destroying one of the few survivors of his own race. He was still coherent enough – if only barely – to realize that was a really, really bad idea.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Why –”

“Do it or I’ll blow a hole through your chest that even you won’t recover from.”

“Fine, fine.”

Nappa was particularly casual about it, taking off his boots and then his pants. The bigger warrior was quick to get down to nothing, not even his smallclothes, which was something that Vegeta appreciated. If he had to repeat another command for Nappa, he would have lost his mind.

As it was, he at least had a distraction. The muscles that his companion had spread all the way down his legs, and down to his ankles. There was nothing to Nappa that wasn’t thick in some way, and while the mental thickness was something that drove him out of his mind, the physical one was at least a little appealing.

He ignored the other Saiyan’s crotch, moving around to examine him from behind. It was his right as a prince to inspect his warriors, after all, and this was no exception. It also was a welcome distraction from the homicidal rage that Nappa had a strange talent for awakening.

The muscles continued down the bigger man’s back, leaving him looking like a bulging poster boy for galactic muscle building. Everything was hard and tight, all the way down to his ass.

Vegeta chuckled to himself as he watched the muscles twitch from time to time, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Are you trying to put on a show, Nappa?”

“Heh, why not? I have the body to show off, and I don’t care who ends up staring at it.”

“You keep it pretty well covered most of the time. I didn’t think you had something this hard in the back.”

He slapped a gloved hand on the general’s ass, and it didn’t so much as jiggle. He might as well have slapped a stone for all the reaction that he got out of the body.

[i]Heh, looks like he has been training more than his body, then.[/i]

The idea of letting off some stress was becoming more and more appealing, particularly as Nappa didn’t seem to be taking it that way. It was better to push this as a command, though, and there was no way that Nappa would turn him down.

“On your knees.”

There was no question, just as he expected. The general had followed his orders ever since childhood on Planet Vegeta, and there was no need to ask for explanations from a prince. All that mattered was obedience. He supposed his way of letting Nappa destroy things as he wished was something that helped; he didn’t pull the leash often, so the dog always knew to come when called.

Using a little more strength, he pulled the warrior’s ass cheeks apart, looking down to inspect some other parts. He ran a gloved finger between them, tapping it against the pucker between, and chuckled as even it didn’t move.

“Seems as if you’ve been training this, too.”

“Heh, I train everything. Why not? Makes me stronger everywhere.”

“Then show me your training. See if you can keep me out.”

“Vegeta?”

“Do it!”

He pushed, and he felt the other Saiyan resist. A surprising amount of strength was mustered to the big man’s ass, and he could feel that rim tensing down to a surprising extent, getting to the point where he could legitimately not push his finger forward with a standard thrust.

Vegeta hadn’t expected to be impressed, but impressed he was. Here was someone that actually was putting up a small challenge, but he knew that it was only a small one. Nappa had never been, nor ever would be his equal.

He grinned as he started pushing harder, feeling Nappa tense up more and more against him, trying to keep him out as he had been ordered. Vegeta could tell that the muscles were pulling themselves to their limits, trying to hold his fingers back, and he would bet that the general was pulling on some level of power to try and accomplish his task. Not that it would help. There was nothing that could stop him when he knew what he wanted.

[i]Let’s see you resist this![/i]

It was a small technique, nothing more than a series of finger-jabs, but the sheer momentum of them was meant as a targeted, weakening series of blows. He released it, his arm moving in a blur as he ‘attacked’ Nappa’s ass, jabbing at the tensed muscles. Every time that he hit, the hole seemed to open that much more, until –

POP!

His finger slid in, and Nappa arched his back, bald head reflecting light back at him. Vegeta smirked, turning his finger around until it found the little nub that was in every male out there.

“You lose, Nappa.”

“Vegeta, take it out or –”

“Are you trying to command [i]me,[/i] Nappa?”

“Agh…no, Vegeta…”

It wasn’t much, but it was helping. It was helping him not want to kill everything…but he needed more.

Vegeta looked to the sky. The sun was gone, and the light coming down was from the moon above. The light was bright enough to see by, and it was strong enough…for what he wanted.

“You better start changing soon, Nappa, or you’re not going to be able to take me in a minute.”

“Take –”

The hyper-muscled Saiyan looked back, but Vegeta had already stepped back, arms at his side and his tail twitching as he relaxed his control. The moonlight slipped into him, pulling at his inner beast, and he let it out with a roar.

Fur, thick and black, started erupting down his body, breaking through his skin and pushing past the edges of his armor. His gloves ripped apart from the thickness and length of it, pushing out of his fingers and the back of his hands, and Vegeta lifted them up as he watched them get darker and darker.

As the fur spread up his arms, pressing up against the boundaries of his armor, he knew that he would only get more uncomfortable up until the end of the transformation. It didn’t matter to him. The sheer power that came with it was all that did matter, the power, the size, the bestial instincts…

And they were there, in the very back of his mind. A bestial need, to conquer, to dominate, to destroy, to [i]use[/i] until there was nothing left…

The power of Saiyans lay not just in their ability to grow stronger from every encounter. It lay in the bestial power of their other form.

Vegeta let out another roar as he felt the moonlight speeding through him like fire in his veins, arching his back as he felt his body changing, responding to it. Everything was swelling, his muscles, his skin, his bones, everything. He felt the armor tightening on him everywhere, and soon…

Stretch, groan, creak went his armor as the first part of his growth began. He felt the tightness in his feet, feeling his boots pressing down on them as his soles and toes expanded, pressing further and further outwards until the boots were able to stretch with them. The same feeling went up his legs, his calves stretching, tensing, growing thicker. He looked down, watching as his legs lengthened, pressing outwards.

Further up, stretching to the edge his armor, his legs bowing outwards, ape-like already in shape and color, and he growled as he stretched higher still, his legs getting longer and thicker with every single passing second.

He was taller than Nappa, now, and the general was looking back at him with a nervous expression. With his face still human, Vegeta smirked at him.

“Change, Nappa. Change [i]now.[/i]”

The warrior nodded, bowing before embracing the change. Vegeta didn’t bother watching, instead luxuriating in his own transformation. The growth sped up his body, hardening already large muscles and strengthening his natural resistance to harm. He could feel his chest pressing against the inside of the armor, almost bursting through before it adjusted to the pressure inside, stretching out.

His arms lengthened, falling down along his sides, no longer so small compared to the rest of his growing body. They reached his waist in short order, his biceps stretching, swelling until they were almost as big as Nappa’s.

Again and again the pulses of growth sped through him, taking him to a bigger and bigger height. His body cracked the earth beneath him as he grew, his weight and mass and muscle too much for the rock to easily withstand. Even as he sank into the space between the hills, his new height kept him soaring upwards, allowing him to soar over the hills around him, over the flames and smoke that they’d left behind.

And as he grew stronger, taller, and more powerful, he grew more bestial.

His cunning mind faded away in favor of the beast within, allowing it out and letting the moonlight strengthen it. Gone were the strategies, gone were the various techniques that he had used to make his way in the galaxy. Gone were all the different worries and fears and rage. All that was left was the beast that knew what it needed.

He growled as a pressure started filling the crotch of his armor, and grabbed at it with a furry hand, feeling the bulge that was getting bigger and bigger. It was always the last thing to grow during this transformation, a weakness that could be kept away from the enemy if needed. But with the enemy dead, there was no reason to hide it, and every reason to flaunt it.

Vegeta growled deep in his throat as he fondled himself, feeling his cock grow. If he was about thirty feet tall – and he would eventually grow to forty, he felt – then his cock was at least three feet long already, and getting longer. He felt the inches pouring into his hand, extending forward like a sword from a sheath. Three feet, three and a half, four, getting bigger at the head, thicker in proportion to its new weight.

He panted, stroking it as he looked down at Nappa. Even as the other Saiyan began to embrace his ape form, even as he knew that the other was just like him, it took everything that Vegeta had in him to not destroy him utterly then and there. His power was ten times what it had been just a few minutes ago, and he was the most powerful thing on the planet. He always had been, but now there was no doubting it.

He could destroy it with little more than a thought…and the only thing keeping him from it was the fact that it would leave him and Nappa at the mercies of Frieza.

The name alone left him howling with impotent rage, his face warping from human to ape in the final throes of the transformation. He growled, his face becoming wrinkled in the cheeks and extending outwards in a way that no human’s face ever could. Vegeta’s ears were soon wrapped in fur, and his nose was rubbery and wider.

He soared upwards, his armor almost ripping off, and fully coming undone in the crotch, allowing his cock to come free. It dripped and throbbed, and there was no more waiting to be done.

He leaped for his fellow Saiyan. Nappa was hardly halfway through his growth, but he had gotten to about thirty-five feet tall. He’d be almost seventy feet when done, almost double Vegeta’s height, but the ape didn’t care. All that he cared about was using the damn man, using him until he no longer felt the need to destroy everything.

His cock was big enough that he couldn’t immediately ram it in, and the ape groaned in frustration, reaching down and grabbing himself. Grinding his cock up and down that muscular, squirming furry ass was all he could do, humping it with abandon.

Vegeta might have cared about the consequences of what he was doing, if he’d still been the one in charge. As it stood, the ape had one need, and it wouldn’t rest until it got it. Every thrust forward, every hump, ended by testing that hole again. Nappa was only going unpenetrated from a lack of size compatibility, not a lack of strength. The only thing holding him back –

Was soon over. Vegeta roared as he plunged his much-enhanced cock into that fuzzy asshole, filling it and stretching it. The roars of two great apes echoed through the hills, and he started rutting away.

Even as Nappa grew bigger, taller, he forced the other ape into the ground, holding him in place as he used him. There was no other thing for Nappa to do, now. He would submit as the weaker ape, and Vegeta would use him until he was nothing more than a cum-filled hole. In and out, in and out, the ape thrust, using him more and more.

The hills flattened around them as Nappa flailed about, clearing them and flattening them, knocking them down and punching them into the earth. There was no safety from the pair of them as they rutted, as Vegeta scrambled for better footing, stomping down on fires that couldn’t hurt him and smashing through explosions that didn’t so much as faze him. Even when an inferno burst beneath his balls, it was as nothing.

All that mattered was that ass of the other ape.

[i]Dominate. Destroy. Use. Dominate. Destroy. Use.[/i] They were the only things the ape cared about, and he was strong enough to make it a reality.

Vegeta reached down, grabbing Nappa by the throat, holding him pinned to the ground and squeezing as he thrust away. By now, he’d climbed on top of the bigger male, holding him pinned by weight and the sheer ferocity of his thrusts. In and out, in and out, his balls clapping with the sound of explosive gunshots, his cock trapped in a bigger, but no less abused hole.

Roars of pleasure and pain were all they could communicate with, leaving him screaming at the other male with all that he had inside of him. Everything he couldn’t say, everything that he couldn’t bring himself to put to words, came spilling out in wordless roars of rage and pain, even as his hips kept thrusting away. In and out, in and out, that rim squeezing down on him with all the power that the other great ape had to bring to bear.

There was no thought to the fuck, no gentleness, no planning. They raged, they rutted, and they just gave in, the beasts taking over completely.

It went by in a blur, with their positions changing, their feelings going from lust to destruction and back again. The hills flattened into a plain under their feet, only for Vegeta to lay back and allow Nappa to ride him.

They walked about, stomping into the ocean and ripping up the sea floor, only to send it crashing down with a tidal wave upon the nearby city, and then they fucked in the wreckage. The buildings made for excellent toys of discipline on Nappa, shoved up his ass only to be pushed out as they left.

Incident after incident, destruction after destruction, rutting session after rutting session. There was no stop, there was no relaxation. All there was was destruction and sex…

And Vegeta loved it.

#

[i]Hours and hours later…[/i]

Vegeta woke in his Saiyan form, and outside of his armor. He groaned as he slowly pulled himself upright, sitting up and looking around. No sign of Nappa, but there were other footprints beside him that matched the other Saiyan’s smaller form. Likely, he’d gone off to make sure that the perimeter was secure while he rested.

It was strange, thinking of it that way. The fact that he needed a rest after that showed how much effort he’d actually put into that ‘fight’ with Nappa. The planet meant nothing; it had been as easily destroyed as anything else out there, but the fact that Nappa and he had done…that…

A small part of him wanted to throw up at the thought of putting any part of his body into that Saiyan, but he could feel his own endurance coming back. It was like having survived a fight and near-death experience, something that made him stronger and better prepared for the next one. It wasn’t quite how he’d choose to have it happen in the future, admittedly, but it was a much better result than it could have been, by far.

Of course, he was still naked, and that was something that would have to be corrected. Whether he had been seen while he was unconscious or not, there were certain things that a Saiyan prince did not expose others to. He looked about, getting to his feet and groaning from the tension in his shoulders, before he started searching.

His armor was not that hard to find, though it was next to useless. The stretchy material had become over stretched, and now looked like it was some sort of tarp over the ground. There was no wearing something like that when he wasn’t in his great ape form, and it wasn’t a shape that he could travel through the stars in. Perhaps he could cut pieces of it off afterwards, but a better idea would be just to get a new set of armor from their ship. And it wasn’t like the locals would see him like this, anyway.

Nappa, on the other hand…

Vegeta debated blowing out the annoying warrior’s eyes, making him blind until he could find clothes, but there was too much use to Nappa being able to see. Even with the resistance on the planet destroyed, there was always the chance that there was something left that could screw with them, and he didn’t need to have it biting him in the butt now.

So, he settled down, crossing his legs as he waited for the warrior to return.

It took perhaps thirty minutes for Nappa to come back, and he brought several kills with him. None of the locals, thankfully, but he had found some animals for the pair of them to eat. As the warrior set up a fire, Vegeta looked towards the stars.

Somewhere out there, Frieza was doubtlessly plotting more ways of increasing his power. And now, Vegeta had a way of fighting back. Not much of one, and not one that he wanted to use any more than necessary, but it was better than nothing.

He wondered, though…

“Nappa.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you feel any…stronger…since our fight?”

“Heh, I feel well pounded and tougher, if that’s what you mean.”

He didn’t want to think about that, but it was something. So, the both of them had gotten stronger in some area. He had more endurance, perhaps a smidgen more strength, while Nappa was tougher than ever. The idea that the pair of them had strengthened each other in such a way was certainly something to consider for future missions.

Even though he didn’t like the idea of fucking Nappa again, he would do it if it meant that he could think clearer during a mission, and if it made him stronger as well…then there were definite reasons for considering it as a practical means of training.

He leaned back as the food was cooked up, putting his head in his hands. There had to be a more practical way of testing out just how strong they’d become. Raditz would be able to help with that when they actually had a chance to find him again; he doubted that the other Saiyan had had any chance to do something like this, and he’d still be on a baseline of power that they could measure.

[i]I’m certainly not sticking it in the general again without knowing that it was worth it for power,[/i] he thought.

For once, Nappa didn’t talk while they were waiting for dinner to cook, and Vegeta felt thankful for that. The last thing he needed was to answer any more stupid –

“Vegeta?”

“…What?”

“Have fun?”

“Why are you asking me such a stupid question?”

“Heh, because I’m bored.”

“Go blow something up, then.”

“There’s not much left of that to do, you know. We kinda blew up everything but the planet when we were –”

“Don’t remind me.”

Even now, Nappa still seemed to find ways to be annoying, though at least he didn’t feel quite so riled up as last time. The emptying of his balls had done that much, at least, and he didn’t feel quite so much the immediate urge to kill. Perhaps there was something to draining his rage through sex…

[i]I’ll need to find more partners, then. Perhaps a weakling woman on some planet to take it before missions,[/i] he thought to himself. The idea of having a small harem was appealing; it was better that a prince have options, rather than having to rely on the sole thing that was available, after all.

When Nappa passed the meat over, he took it and tore into it with a ravenous start. The whole transformation empowered them beyond anything else, but it was a pain on the body. It tore through resources like nothing else, and he needed something to replace it. The meat would be a start, at least, and then he could go out and hunt something of his own, if need be. That would do the trick.

As he finished his first few servings, he looked over at the other warrior.

“So, did you check on the ship while you were hunting?”

“Yeah. There’s a message from Raditz on it.”

“And? What did he say?”

“Didn’t check it. Though that I’d get the food first.”

“Idiot.”

He shook his head. There’d be no communication from Raditz that didn’t have some importance behind it, and food could have waited for a bit longer. He got to his feet, groaning as he stretched out, feeling his balls sway a bit.

Nappa’s chuckle didn’t help.

“What’s so funny, you idiot?”

“You felt a lot bigger when you were an ape.”

The energy blast that followed that comment was all the answer he felt that statement needed. It also scattered the fire everywhere, and sent the other Saiyan flying a good few hundred feet in a different direction as Vegeta flew towards the ship.

#

After getting a new suit of armor and fitting it to him properly, Vegeta went to the communications panel and tapped in a few commands. Sure enough, there was a message from Raditz waiting.

[i]Hmmph. What could you have run into that needs telling?[/i]

He tapped the screen, and the message came up, showing the view from Raditz’s point of view. There was some green-skinned thing on the screen – a Namekian, from what he recognized of it – and some child, as well as –

“Kakarot?”

It couldn’t be anything else; the creature on the ground was so similar to Raditz that they could have been family…which they were, he supposed, if it was Kakarot. Dead or dying, he looked like he’d been in a fight.

He pressed a few buttons, bringing up other information that the communication should have sent. Life signs were low, showing that Raditz was on the verge of death at the point of the communication, which meant that the Saiyan was probably dead now, unless some of those around him had done anything to save him. He doubted that would have happened.

[i]So…someone managed to get to Raditz and kill him, and there’s a Saiyan on the planet that we’d forgotten about. Well, now, isn’t that something? Someone that could kill Raditz is probably strong enough to replace him, but –[/i]

Something else. Something about dragon balls, something that could…grant wishes?

Vegeta leaned forward as he turned the message back, playing it again. No, he hadn’t misheard. There was some magic on this planet that had a means of granting wishes, even going so far as to bring the dead back to life. And if it could do that, then who was to say that it couldn’t grant immortality as well?

[i]Heh…things are getting interesting indeed.[/i]

Raditz was already forgotten, at least for him. He knew that Nappa would make the suggestion of avenging him, but someone that was stupid enough to lose to someone like Kakarot and the earthlings was someone that they could afford to lose, anyway. At least now they had a destination, a thing that they could do to try and defeat Frieza.

He reached for a communicator, then realized that Nappa had been as nude as he was during dinner. There’d be no way to reach him.

Sighing, he got up and left the ship. He didn’t bother bringing a suit; he had a feeling that he and Nappa might actually have a second round…and this time, he might not bother being an ape. If his fellow Saiyan opposed him, he would learn his place, and properly.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]