The medical bay was occupied by only one guard, a bulky blue alien with horns and blond hair. Negligently, Kakarotto lifted two fingers and fired a beam through the sentry's head, killing him instantly. Giving a nod, he proceeded to drag the bleeding Raditsu towards the healing tank.
"How many times did I tell you to pick your fights wisely," the shorter Saiyajin chided his half-conscious sibling as he pushed said sibling into the rejuvenation tank. Reaching upwards, he pulled the glass dome shut over Raditsu's prone form, then stepped back and watch as a thick blue liquid began to fill the tank.
Kakarotto nodded, then left the medical bay.
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"This is a very bad development," Kiwi mumbled. "Raditsu WAS, in a strange sort of way, the leader."
"I'll take command," Broli shrugged. "We're lucky that there's enough of Raditsu left to stick in a healing tank. Sauzaa, go keep an eye on the med wing."
"Right," Sauzaa nodded, walking off towards the wing just as Kakarotto returned.
"He should be out of there in an hour or so," the short Saiyajin noted, giving Sauzaa a brief glance before turning back to Broli. "What do we do now?"
"We proceed with the operation, of course," came the rumbled reply. "Come on. We'll take the west wing." The huge Saiyajin turned and lumbered down the carpeted hallway.
They encountered resistance almost immediately. Several alien guards leapt out of their quarters with loud battle cries, aiming long silvery guns at the group and opening fire. Brilliant red energy bolts screamed down the hallway... and spattered harmlessly off of the much stronger form of Broli.
"High-powered energy rifles," Kiwi said, pointing at the weapons. "Not heavy enough to damage US all that much, but they work wonders on fighters below power level forty thousand."
Broli's expression did not change from its neutral cast as he looked at the soldiers shooting him. "I find your attempts at resistance pathetic," he said simply.
The soldiers' faces changed to masks of terror, and a few of them stopped firing, their hands shaking.
"That's a little better," Broli commented. "The rest of you can stop shining your little flashlights on me."
The gunfire stopped.
"Now you're talking," the Saiyajin said. A slight smile played across his features as he lifted two fingers. Lancing from the fingertips, a thin red beam lashed through the head of the lead soldier, a hawk-nosed man with shaggy hair and goblin ears. The soldier fell flat on his face, dead.
The other soldiers gaped at their fallen commander, but didn't move fast enough to avoid the blast that exploded from Broli's palm. When the pale blue light from the attack faded, the soldiers had been reduced to dust.
"You know, that was pathetically easy," Broli grunted.
"Way to send them to another dimension," Kiwi murmured.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Curiously, Kakarotto peered into one of the bedrooms. "Someone in there needs to learn neatness," he chuckled. "It looks like a hurricane hit."
"We aren't here to comment on the hygiene of Vegeta's men," Broli snapped. "We're here on business."
"I know, but..."
"Is he always like this?" Freeza mumbled to Bardock.
"Sometimes he's worse," the elder Saiyajin replied in a quiet voice.
"Ouch."
The band moved onward.
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Raditsu's sleep was haunted by strange dreams. He dreamt that he was standing on the grassy plains of Earth, confronted by a strange green creature and Kakarotto in a strange orange uniform. For some odd reason, the green man was calling Kakarotto by the name 'Gokou'. He saw himself laughing as he severed the creature's arm, then saw himself dying with 'Gokou' as a spiral beam drove through his torso.
Then he was in a vast, vaulted chamber, his head driven into the floor by a huge pinkish gigas. After that, he stood on a blasted section of ground, confronting two hulking creatures, one with blue flesh and the other with red flesh. Emblazoned upon their shirts were the letters, 'HELL'. The shirts suddenly blurred until they read 'HFIL'.
His vision blacked out, and he suddenly heard deep laughter. For some reason, a strange word floated to mind: 'Dub.'
And then he saw nothing, felt nothing, as a fresh surge of healing bacta washed over him.
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Prince Vegeta was PROUD of himself - VERY proud. As he stared admiringly at his reflection, he knew that he was perfect. In a relatively short time, he had been able to raise his power level to three hundred and fifty thousand. Yes indeed, he was powerful enough to conquer the galaxy now! Nobody would be able to stand in his way!
"Quit gawking at yourself," came the slightly rasping voice of Ginyu.
"Why?" Vegeta snapped, turning to face the purple man. "I'm perfect. I should bask in it."
"Right, whatever," Ginyu said blandly. "We've got intruders in the building."
"What?"
"Broli and Freeza are here."
"That's not possible," Vegeta snorted. "They're afraid of father."
"You're underestimating Freeza," Ginyu pointed out. "He's totally fearless and ruthless and won't hesitate to kill you AND your stupid father."
"DON'T call my father stupid, you body-stealing mutant!"
"He IS stupid. He has no tactical ability or common sense."
"Why you- I'll kill you!"
"I'm shaking," Ginyu lied.
"Does Father know?"
"Probably. Koola knows."
Koola! Vegeta secretly despised Koola. "Do you want me to kill them?" the prince asked.
"You're no match for Broli and Freeza," Ginyu shrugged. "The others, you'll kill when I tell you to."
"Right."
"In the meantime, we're supposed to meet Koola and Vegeta in the throne room. Hurry up." Turning on a heel, Ginyu stepped out the door, letting it slide shut behind him.
"They can wait a bit," Vegeta said, shrugging and turning back to his beautiful reflection.