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Dende scowled. His body filled with frustration as he watched what was going on below him. What in the hell was Nappa doing back on Earth? He must’ve talked Endaiou-Sama into letting him return. Dende made a mental note to have words with Endaiou-Sama. “What’s going on down there?!?” Piccolo demanded, as he ran next to Dende. I sensed a great power, and then the explosions started. “See for yourself,” Dende instructed. As the smoke from an explosion cleared, Piccolo could make out the figure of a hulking man. Piccolo’s eyes widened and he shook his head in disbelief. “Nappa? is that Nappa? Who wished him back?!? I know Vegeta didn’t, I know none of the others did, and I sure as hell didn’t - It’s been over 20 years - We couldn’t have wished him back if we wanted to. I guess someone could have wished him back a long time ago, and he could’ve been laying low for all these years, but I would’ve sensed his power. Besides, Nappa can’t sit still for a minute and a half, more less twenty something years. He would’ve died from depression because he couldn’t smash anything.” Dende Turned to face Piccolo. “I think,” he began, “Endaiou-Sama” let him return. Goku was allowed to come back, after all, so I suppose it’s possible.” Piccolo crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. “His power is much greater than before. Is he-” “Yes,” Dende replied, cutting him off. “Nappa has become a Super Saiya-Jin”. ________________________________________________________________________

Nappa never understood why Vegeta had killed him.They had been through so much... The wars and campaigns, even the battle on Earth. Hell, he trained Vegeta, and this was his thanks? But all of that was in the past, and Nappa didn’t try to understand it anymore. Vegeta was going to get what was coming to him. Nappa would be sure of that. He had done alot of training. Hard training. He could single handedly overpower both Cell and Freeza, and had done so many times. At Super Saiya-Jin level two, he could crush them. He also had an extra surprise for Vegeta- He had learned a few new attacks from cell and Freeza, As well as some he devised himself. “VEGEEETAAA!!” Nappa called his former companion’s name out loud. “YOU UNGRATEFUL SNAKE!!!” Nappa calmed himslef somewhat, squinted, and clenched his fists. “You’re mine.” ________________________________________________________________________

Crumbs fell from Goku’s mouth as he scarfed down his meal. He had an endless appetite. He finished his plate, then got seconds, and thirds, and fourths... and Goten was just as bad. Chi Chi could barely make enough food for them both, and then of course, she had to eat too, but she couldn’t make a dent in the food supply compared to what those two were capable of. And if Gohan still lived with them... Three saiya-Jin could eat enough for fifty men on any given night, and don’t let them be really hungry... There was a knock on the door, and Goten went to answer it. It was Trunks. “Come on in,” Goten told him. “We were just eating. Grab a plate.” Chi Chi looked up at the ceiling, wiped the back of her hand against her forehead and sighed. The three Saiya-Jin were in the middle of their meal, each munching a mouthful, when they suddenly stopped and looked around. Trunks swallowed his food, then spoke,“Sugoi! did you feel that?” before he could finish the statement, Goku was out the door. “Hay. I wonder who or what it was” Goten replied. “Whatever it is, it’s pretty strong.” Goten and Trunks rose from the table. “Okaasan, we’ll be back. We’re going to find whatever it was Otousan went after.” Chi Chi knew it was pointless to try and stop them “Hurry back!” she called as they bolted out the front door. ________________________________________________________________________

Vegeta was in the gravity room, training, as usual. Bra sat in the corner of the room and watched her father in fascination as he performed flawless combinations. He’d been in there nearly an hour, and had barely broken a sweat. He let loose with a flurry of jabs and reverse punches, followed by a hard roundhouse kick. He didn’t move like a middle-aged man. He could keep up with anyone half his age, and he knew it. “Come Bra,” he said to her. “It’s your turn now.” Bra struggled to stand on her feet. “Uuuuunnghh,” she wiggled, making an effort to stand. “I’m too heavy.” Vegeta couldn’t help but to smile. He had forgotten to turn the gravity down. She wasn’t exactly used to training in any gravity outside of Earth’s yet, but she did quite well in a 4g environment.

He turned down the gravity, and his daughter stood. She flew towards him, wondering how well she would do today. “Ready or not, here I come!” Bra warned. She lunged at her father, and he sidestepped out of the way. She threw endless combinations, which her father blocked with ease. Vegeta executed a roudhouse kick, which Bra gracefully ducked under; she was extremely fast, and that impressed Vegeta . “HA!” she yelled and a ball of light shot upward towards Vegeta’s face. He barely he had time to move. That’s another thing that impressed him about Bra- She had an excellent sense of timing- a move like that would’ve caught most other people. She could be a great fighter one day...but her mother would never permit that. Bra resumed throwing combinations, but to no avail. Vegeta suddenly felt a surge of power. He temporarily forgot about Bra and looked toward the door of the gravity room. “KIAI!” Bra screamed. She threw a hard reverse punch- and caught her father right in the face. She was stunned. She had never managed to hit him anywhere before, let alone his face. “I did it Otousan!” she said, overjoyed. “I finally got you!” “Yes you did,” Vegeta told her. “Very good.” He felt a slight stinging sensation in his jaw. “Very good.” Vegeta touched down on the floor and headed for the door. I have to go,” he told his daughter. “You keep on training, and I’ll be back soon, okay?” “Okay,” she replied. Vegeta left the room, and Bra continued to train, with a renewed vigor. “I got him!” She exclaimed, and continued throwing combinations. ________________________________________________________________________

Nappa was getting bored. He wanted some action. More specifically he wanted Vegeta. “So it’s settled,” he said out loud to noone in particular, “I’ll hunt the little runt down.” Over the years, Nappa had taught himself to hide his Ki. This could prove to his advantage- he could get the drop on Vegeta- get within attacking range without being detected. Nappa leapt into the air, pausing for a second as he felt a strong presence approaching him.”Maybe I won’t have to look for Vegeta after all,” he said silently. “Somebody strong is headed this way.” He hid behind a nearby pile of rubble. He now sensed another strong presence...and another...and then another, but it was distant. “Well, Well,” whispered Nappa, “I guess now I can really have some fun!”

Nappa looked at the three figures that approached. “Looky, looky,” he said to himself, “If it isn’t my old buddy Son Goku. The little one next to him looks just like him. Gohan-was that the runt’s name? No, It’s been too long. He should be much older. He must’ve had another son. Here comes the third one. Could he be another son of Goku’s? This one has great power...and Vegeta’s eyes. He’s young...Vegeta’s offspring? Yes, he’s definitely the prince’s son. They must’ve felt the explosions and came to investigate. Hmph. I’ll give them something to investigate...” Nappa powered up and fled from the cover of the rocks. “Konnichiwa, Son Goku” He started. Goku turned his attention toward him and narrowed his eyes. “Nappa? How the hell did you get here?” Trunks and Goten exchanged glances. “Nappa?!” They exclaimed simulteneously. Trunks scratched his head and began to speak. “Didn’t my father kill you?” The brawny, bald Saiya-jin laughed harshly. “So you are his son! I could see it in your eyes. And sense the strength of your ki. Where is your father, boy? We have a little unfinished business.” “And you,” he said, turning his head towards Goten. “Hajimemashite. You must be Goku’s brat.” “Nan da? Brat?!” Goten started to protest, but Trunks cut him off. “Unfinished business?” he inquired. “Yes,” began Nappa, “Your dear father must die.” “If you can’t beat me, You don’t stand a chance against my father.” Trunks powered up. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

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Dende and Piccolo watched as the events unfolded. “It’s been a long time since Nappa faced us, and he’s never encountered Trunks or Goten. He’s gonna get shell shoscked when he realizes how much we’ve powered up over the years. Tenshinhan could probably take him now, and he’s human.” An incredibly strong human, but human nontheless.” Dende didn’t respond. He kept his gaze focused on the action below. “Goku’s on the scene, now,” Dende noted. “The others shouldn’t be too far behind.” “I should be down there myself,” Piccolo remarked. “The bastard did kill me.“ “Careful,” Dende responded, “Don’t underestimate him. He has become a super Saiya-jin, maybe he can go beyond.” Piccolo frowned. The Nappa he knew had no self restraint; He’d get angry and then try to fight. Any half decent fighter knew that anger clouds the mind and ruins performance. Unless Nappa had learned to control this, Piccolo was confident that the brawny Saiya-jin stood no chance. “I’m surprised Vegeta hasn’t shown up yet,” Piccolo said, observing the gathering of fighters below. “I figured he’d be the first to come see his old pal.” Dende cracked a smile. “He’ll be here. Count on it.” ________________________________________________________________________

“Dodon!” The three-eyed powerhouse fired a blast at Chao-zu, his clown-faced best friend. The two trained for hours at a time in the mountainous region of the land. They had been living there for years now, training and perfecting their techniques. Tiny Chao-zu easily dodged the blast, and countered with a blast of his own. Tenshinhan had been training so much and so hard, that he could repeatedly use his powerful Kiko-hou attack and sustain only minimal damage to himself. When he first developed the technique, he would perish after using it only once. The attack required total concentation, and all of his ki force. “Not bad,” Tenshinhan said, in response to the blast that almost hit him. He charged forward, and they began close range combat. Chao-zu was at a slight disadvantage in close range combat, since his arms and legs were so short. Every now and then, he would manage to penetrate Tenshinhan’s defenses, however. “kiai!” Chao-zu yelled, sending a hard roundhouse kick across Tenshinhan’s chin.

Ten countered with a right cross / uppercut combination which winded his little friend. “Take that!” Chao-zu yelled, firing a ki blast from his forefinger. “And that!” he said, darting in and lighting up Ten’s face with a spinning crescent kick. The triclops spread his fingers apart and raised his hands to the side of his face “Taiyoken!” An intense flash of light blinded Chao-zu, making him cover his eyes. “Tensaaaan!” Chao-zu complained, “ I hate it when you do that!” Tenshinhan chuckled. “You’ll get over it. Are you as hungry as I am?”, he asked. Choa-zu replied,”Hungry? I could eat a dinosaur!” “Last one to the cabin has to cook,” Ten challenged, and flew toward the cabin, with Chao-zu following close behind. Halfway to the cabin, the two friends halted in mid flight. “Did you feel that?” “There’s a new presence among us, a strong presence. It’s not Goku or anybody, either.”

Tenshinhan concentrated, and focused with his third eye. His senses heightened. His hearing was now like that of a deer, his sight like an eagle. His mind and body were one, he was now in an extrasensory state which rivaled Chao-zu’s ESP. Tenshinhan turned his head in the direction from which he felt the new presence. “What the-” his words were cut off by Chao-zu’s voice ,“nan da ,Tensan?” The triclops furrowed his brow. “That can’t be right,” he said, a touch of disturbance in his voice. “Nan da, Tensan?” Chao-zu repeated. “It’s-,” he hesitated, turning to look at Chaozu. “It’s Nappa.” ________________________________________________________________________

The fighting was fierce. Trunks led with a jab, followed by a reverse punch to the solar plexus. Nappa blocked both of the blows effortlessly. Blocking the reverse punch left his hands in the perfect positon to deliver a knifehand strike to Trunk’s throat. Vegeta’s son was able to successfully parry the strike, but was caught off guard by the splintering front kick / roundhouse kick combination that followed. Nappa didn’t let up. The round house kick was followed by a lighning fast side kick that scored in Trunk’s gut, causing him to double over. He felt like he’d been kicked by a mule- in essence, he had been- a Saiya-jin mule. The pressure did not let up. No sooner did Trunks double over from the side kick, he caught an uppercut to the nose which stood him back up slightly, followed by a knee strike which doubled him over again. “Come on!” Cheered Goten, “Don’t let that ape get the best of you!” Trunks gritted his teeth and powered up once more. He became super Saiya-jin.

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The wind raced through Vegeta’s hair. His body was staight, and his arms were by his sides, extended at forty degree angles, resembling a fighter plane with the wings swept back. He gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes, and flew faster, and faster. He was anxious to see Nappa again. To kill Nappa again. Even though he was now more docile than when he was youger, The urge was surfacing. He was still a bad guy, he thought to himself. He grunted, and flew faster. ________________________________________________________________________

“Kudaran,” Vegeta muttered. “You’re useless as a Saiya-jin. Maybe you’re better off dead. “ Those weren’t the exact words, he remembered, but that was close enough. He remembered the look in his companion’s eyes like it were yesterday. The look of thanks on his face when he thought Vegeta was helping him The look of fear the moment before Vegeta killed him. He recalled it all, until the final moments when Vegeta ended his life. So cold, so Callous. So long ago. “So you decided to show up,” Nappa taunted. “I thought I was going to have to hunt you down. “ Vegeta was silent. He looked Nappa up and down. He had to admit, Nappa had come a long way, but in his oppinion, not far enough. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak. “I’d ask you how you got here, but I really don’t care. We both know what you’re here for, though, so let’s get it over with already.”

Nappa grinned. “Just like old times,” he sais sarcastically. “Why Vegeta?” he asked. “Why did you kill me.” Vegeta raised an eyebrow and sighed. I guess I do owe you that much,” he said, “But you know why. You know how I was- how I am. I did it for the same reason I destroyed the saibaman, and the same reason we didn’t wish Radditz back- You know how I feel about weakness.” Nappa looked at Goku, then back at Vegeta. “You must be pretty weak yourself,” He again looked at Goku, the back at Vegeta. Kakarott is still here.” Vegeta was furious. “WEAK!! I’ll show you weak!” He pointed his finger at Nappa. A ki blast raced towards Nappa, who batted it out of the way, as if it were a mosquito. Nappa smiled. “Now it’s my turn. HHYYYYAAAAA!” Vegeta saw nothing, except for the flaming red sphere shooting towards him.He was able to defend against it, but the impact knocked him to the ground. Vegeta was amazed. was this the same Nappa he had once known? No, this was a different Nappa, a stronger one who might give Vegeta a run for his money. “BAAKAAA!” Vegeta yelled. He lunged toward Nappa, blasting him with a punch to the gut, then to the face, then another to the face, a kick to the leg, a hard thrust kick to the stomach, a knee to the face, a cross elbow to the jaw, and a half knuckle to the throat. Nappa gasped. Every ounce of air he had had just been knocked out of him.

Nappa could see that Vegeta had gotten much faster. Vegeta chuckled. “You still stand no chance against me.” Nappa tensed his muscles and planted his feet into the ground, which began to shake. The sky darkened, and Nappa raised his hand above his head. “Allow me to introduce you to the new me!” Lightning struck Nappa and illuminated him.He thrust his fist toward, the ground, and a pit opened beneath Vegeta’s feet. The prince was able to avoid falling into the hole, but while his attention had been averted, Nappa slammed him with a blue energy beam. The attack was similar to Piccolo’s Mankakou Sappou attack, but had much more power than Piccolo’s attack. The force of the blow knocked Vegeta through a tree, and into the side of a huge rock. Vegeta was in pain. Vegeta was pissed. A huge grin covered Nappa’s face. “Who’s the strongest now?” he taunted. Vegeta emerged from the rubble with a bright glow and a mass of blond hair flowing down his back. “Hmph. You don’t know what true power is,” scolded Vegeta. “Nan da?!” What level of Saiya-jin is this?! Nappa sensed a hard fight ahead and powered up.

His mustache grew slightly longer than it was before. “You’ve reached Super Saiya-jin level two,” Vegeta remarked. “Very good.” Nappa scowled. “I’ve been training hard. it’s only natural that it would happen sooner or later.” Vegeta blasted his former companion, knocking him to the ground. “You’re not ready,” he said. “I have reached level three.” Nappa wiped his face.”Now it’s time to settle this.” The two rushed toward eachother and collided, creating a bright light and a massive explosion. When the light cleared, Nappa was gone. “It’s settled,” Vegeta mumbled. “You could never compare to me.” Vegeta leapt into the air and jetted away. “Well,” Trunks began, “I guess that’s over with. Let’s go finish eating.” Trunks, Goten and Goku took off towards the house, to finish the meal they started. Ten and Chao-zu decided to stick around for a while. They were suspicious of Nappa’s disappearing act. “Let’s look a bit, Chao-zu,” Ten said. “I think there’s more here than meets the eye... all three of them.” “Shunkan Idou.” Nappa said, looking across the horizon. He had perfected the technique of teleportation, and could teleport anywhere at will. “He was right.” Nappa said to himself. “I wasn’t ready. I will get ready, though. That’s a promise. You just wait Vegeta...You just wait...” Nappa began to train, dreaming of reaching Super Saiya-jin level four.