First part of Tonight’s Chapter:
Still groggy, Galloway started to get up, shaking off rubble in the process. Dammit, Vegeta was the LAST person I wanted to run into on this World he managed to think. He was no match for a Royal Saiyan.
He looked up, and stared at his attacker, who was standing in front of him.
Indeed, it was Prince Vegeta, looking just like he remembered him: those large, anger-filled eyes; that spiky black mane of hair; that pretentious scowl, that-
-pink shirt?
Galloway blinked. He IS wearing a pink shirt! And- jeans too?? WTH?
Then he remembered, Vegeta had now lived on Earth for years, and had married that shrewish human girl, Bulma.
That gave him an idea. It was a desperate gambit, but he realized that, if he didn’t try SOMETHING quickly, he was doomed.
-“Hey Vegeta” d said, smiling sarcastically. “I see your wife is dressing you these days.”
-What!?” Vegeta snapped. “You DARE mock me?”
-“I’m not the one who is wearing Sears clothes, am I?”
Vegeta didn’t know what “Sears” was –because it WAS his wife who bought him his clothes- All he knew is that this Commoner Saiyan, who had once sworn him fealty only to turn on him and side with Goku, was mocking him about something. And that only made him madder!
Which was exactly what Galloway planned. Vegeta may be stronger and a better fighter than he was, but his pride had always been one of his greatest weaknesses- his tail being the other one. Like all Saiyans, Vegeta had a monkey-like tail, and it was his body’s most sensitive spot- if yanked or squeezed, the pain could paralyze him. Getting to it was Galloway’s only chance.
He couldn’t see the tail now- most likely he had it hidden in his pants, and anyway Vegeta would not normally be so careless as to let someone else get hold of it- unless he was mad enough.
-“I’ll teach you to mock your betters!” Vegeta shouted, and, with superhuman speed, ran towards Galloway.
-“Vegeta, Wait!” Dende tried to say. “Galloway came in Pea-”
But before the young alien could finish talking, Vegeta had already reached Galloway-
-Only to be surprised as the younger Saiyan, with unexpected agility, rolled into a ball and slipped right between his attackers’ legs! Now positioned on the floor behind Vegeta, he reached up, and firmly grabbed his behind, looking for his tail-
-only to find that- there wasn’t any!!
-What? D mentally gasped.
Unknown to him, Vegeta had his tail cut off, both to eliminate a weakness and to emulate his rival, Goku, who had lost his own tail long ago and fought even better without it.
Of course, that meant that Galloway was now firmly squeezing- Vegeta’s butt!
Everyone froze.
Dende and Mister Popo watched in shock.
Galloway swallowed.
And Vegeta roared.
-“GAAAH!! You- You- I’LL KILL YOU!!!!”
Galloway let go and tried to roll to a stand, but Vegeta, with blazing speed, turned around and rained a flurry of blows on the younger Saiyan, knocking him into the air like a rag doll.
Again, Galloway flew backwards, this time smashing through one of the palace’s white marble walls, back to the garden outside.
-“Noo! Kami-Sama’s- I mean, my palace!!” Dende shouted in shock.
Vegeta again ignored him, flying right after Galloway.
Galloway landed on the hard floor outside. His body hurt, but worse than the pain was the certainty that he was done for: If Vegeta no longer had a tail, he could never beat the Prince. Nor did he hope he could either reason with him or escape. As he saw the enraged Saiyan charge at him, Galloway thought: if he was going down, he would go down fighting.
Better than dying of old age, anyway, he smiled to himself, and drew out his Katana.
Dende and Mister Popo ran outside, but the two Saiyan combatants were moving so fast, they could barely see two blurs clashing, with deafening sounds and the ocassional burst of energy.
-“Stop!” Dende shouted.
ZAAMM!!
-“You can’t fight here-”
WHAMM!!
-“This is a Holy Place!”
SLAASHH!!
-“If you don’t respect me, at least respect the memory of Kami-”
BLAMM!!!
One ball of chi-energy passed by Dende, almost singing the green man, who stepped aside barely on time, only to watch the ball slam into another palace wall and reduce it rubble.
-“…THAT’S IT!!” Dende shouted furiously. “I’ll not have my lookout destroyed! Not again!!”
With that, the young sorcerer began to gesture furiously, and to utter unintelligible magic words.
Dende still hadn’t quite learned to use all of the powers he now had as a Guardian. Mostly, he was a healer, and preferred it that way. But he did know how to cast banishing spells, and now, he decided, was the moment to use one.
Galloway and Vegeta did not notice him at all, as right now, Vegeta was strangling the red-haired Saiyan. Suddenly, a multicolored light began swirling around the two of them. Before they could wonder what it was, it collapsed upon them, twisting the very fabric of interdimensional space, and swallowing them away like tissue papers being flushed down.
In the blink of an eye, they were gone, leaving behind only the smoking rubble.
Dende stared at the spot, angry but satisfied.
-“Master Dende… where did you send them?”
-“Actually… I’m not sure” the young Guardian confessed.
(Next part later tonight, or tomorrow)
