Dragon Ball Z: Paradise Found

Invasion

"Hey, wait up!" Chayote yelled out to Bardock. Normally she'd have just caught up to someone she tried to close up on but Bardock was far too fast for her to be able to do so. His injuries after the battle against Piccolo and Goku had made him too much trouble to handle now that he had somewhat recovered which could have made him a huge problem if he didn't have the warm feelings toward his son that are rather uncharacteristic for a Saiyan.

"Oh, you've finally mustered up the guts to come with. Good, I've no idea where I'm going..." Bardock acknowledged Chayote's presence by slowing down some.

"Are you sure you're good challenging prince Vegeta like this? You're not fully recovered after the battle yet." Chayote warned the brutish Saiyan.

"I don't care about that. That little shit is the son of the bastard king that sold our planet and our pride out. My only regret is that I won't be able to make king Vegeta grieve the loss of his son quite like I have because he doesn't care about his son anywhere near as much as I do about my own," Bardock spat to the side in disdain of the Saiyan royal family. "Not to mention the fact that the brat killed my other son just because he could..."

It occurred to Chayote that it wasn't the entire reason why prince Vegeta ended blowing up Raditz's pod, if what little snippets Raditz himself let slip were to be taken seriously. Plus, it wasn't like Raditz was a guy that was at all easy to grieve based on what Chayote could recall about him. He was more than ready to send his own brother to the Otherworld way back. It was just cruel irony that it would be Goku's father who sent him there despite having no will to do so.

"Although I've gotta say, I will appreciate the bit of assistance. The little prince works in a squad of two so if you could take care of his hired muscle while I spank his unfledged ass, that would be great," Bardock clenched his fists by his side, judging from his stiff movements he was still feeling sore. The fact that the Saiyan was this powerful just after waking up a brutal fight for his life and just trying to imagine how powerful he'd become when fully recovered made Chayote worried, especially seeing how intense this guy could get when he had his mind set.

"Fine, I'll take care of the second guy, I won't fight prince Vegeta though," Chayote looked to Bardock. "If you're rushing into your death like this, that will be on you."

"That's cold..." Bardock chuckled to himself. "Then again, I can't ask you for anything more than that. I'm sorry I doubted your fortitude, you've got a Saiyan's attitude through and through."

Bardock picked some speed up though this time Chayote could keep up. His previous rush made him burn through whatever was remaining of his Ki so she breathed easier seeing Bardock regain some cool to his glare and take his pace in arriving at the northern wastelands where the two Saiyans occasionally flared up their Ki signatures, suggesting that they were partaking in some of the devastation that their cultivated warriors were into.

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A scattered yet meager group of Saibamen blasted at the civilians that fled for their lives and reduced the buildings of the nearby town to dust with Ki blasts. A handful more flew about, ripping and tearing the fleeing people to pieces with a much more hands-on approach to their violent riot while a pair of them continued to hurl balls of sizzling bio-goop from an opening in their heads that dissolved the townsmen they showered in mere seconds.

The plant-like, childish menaces enjoyed their rampage a great deal, as evidenced by the wicked smiles on their faces and them taking their sweet time to cackle, flex, or dance in mid-air before picking up their concert of violence where they had previously left it off.

Roaring in a fury that drew from the source of the suffering experienced by the poor, fleeing fellow humans, Tenshinhan dived into the fray. He was alone right now, there were far too many groups scattered too far across the entire globe for them to stick together. Upa and Mr. Popo had a pair of magical carpets though they wouldn't have carried all of them where they needed to go, plus, Upa had his own business to take care of and he was the weakest hand-to-hand combatant and the slowest flier without the carpet anyway.