Cooler impacted the planet feet first, leaving an imprint, a large, constantly widening from the impact crater opened up underneath him from his arrival. He landed on metal. Which dented and cracked from his arrival with ease, bending to his will while he gave the immediate area a once over. Checking his scouter, it immediately exploded- he did get a good look though for there was an immediate overload. The energy sensed here, must indicate a force in quantity from such an overload of the latest scouters.
"Hmph, pathetic. These devices need an upgrade… Oh well. Well… I'm here now, I might as well introduce myself, find something to tear apart. Though I should be mindful until my ship arrives, causing unnecessary damage to any part of this… planet could cause damage to the black star dragon balls, of which I came here to collect. Let's see if I can raise any alarms at least." he slowly rose into the air, already transformed into his forth form, he still had the fifth and then his 'ultimate' form in reserve, coupled by the years of training he put himself through made him already the most powerful in the galaxy.
A sneer flickered upon his features, his right arm upwards, his hand hanging limp with fingers extended while a very small sphere of chaotically energized pink Ki begun to form, although tiny it would be enough to announce his presence that is, if these locals proved able to read energy like the scouters. If not, the explosion would certainly alert them at least.
Firing off the small sphere, it impacted in front of him, detonating upon some cylinder blocks of stacked metal, which seemed to be most of this planet, the explosion quickly bellowed up smoke, fire and dust.
As expected though faster than he thought, his attack had alerted the locals, those being machines was an eye opener, as multiple green colored identical looking robots rose from everywhere and anywhere apart of the metal.
"Ah… I feel so welcomed. Though this is going to be boring still, your not living after all." his eyes begun glowing, he begun with firing off a volley of Ki beams from his eyes.
(Vegeta-POV)
'Galactic Patrollers, they lack any sort of power. It was no wonder their number retreated to them. That bastard Frieza is looking for the dragon balls once again, the Namekian ones but good luck. Their planet isn't that far from earth, just a few systems away… If he does invade, at least they would be able to act.' Vegeta though to himself, he found himself at Capsule Corp to update his training schedule with the newest in line of gravity chambers for himself and his wife, meaning he had to stop at and speak with Kron's engineer wife, Bulma. He sat impatiently, for that smart but arrogant woman had already kept him waiting for… his watch he glanced at indicated that it was three in the afternoon… so, two hours already.
'To keep a king waiting, the arrogance! Why, I would let her have a piece of my mind, if she was married to me. How does that bastard Kron keep up with a loudmouth smart mouth like her, it's beyond me.' he scoffed, arms folded as he twitched slightly in his chair. Two days passed since the Galactic patrol force landed on their planet to recover and ask for their aid. Piccolo told them that they and their refugees could stay on the planet, that they can live and trade for resources from Bulma and Winter's combined company allowing them a stipend, in return for technology that they employed in their ranks.
Their number was vast, that ship of theirs a trove of technology that Bulma sent Winter and a large team to go over, while she and that King, plus Piccolo discussed their stay on the planet here, Vegeta was only interested in strong warriors, which they lacked so he kept up on his training instead, he also thought about heading back into the hyperbolic time chamber once again, to try and hone his skill in his new form, while he also tried to obtain that newest form Kron went and unlocked for himself. Instead, he decided to use a gravity chamber for now, after all… he had other priorities other than training. Being a dad for one, being a king for the other, sparring partners were aplenty in Kakarot, Gohan, Tien, Raven and now Piccolo. Piccolo surprising everyone with his own transformation meant another power to test himself against.
Twitching more frequently, his impatience at a near end and this damnable woman not even having the good graces to treat with him, he stood to his feet, breathing through his nose loudly and sensed for her presence.
'Hmph, she's up on a higher elevation, with that Galactic king slug… what the heck- are they discussing more- Raven's wit them too! Winter as well.' he glared into the roof overhead, exactly in the direction of where they were, deciding to head up there and hurry her along, Bulma had Winter… they didn't both need to be with this Galactic patrol king slug!
"E-Excuse me sir, you cannot-" he glared at some blonde young woman and stared her down, heading past her as he headed for the stairs upwards. Guards went to stop him at first though, then they seemed to just stand around and ignore him as he passed them by, Their nervousness easily noticed.
'Hmm… these guys must be reminded of their bosses husband or something.' he passed by them, heading for the right area, passed another set of stairs and reached one of the large kitchens this place housed, along with an open area where it appeared to be a lounge. Here he found Raven laying back, sitting with Winter Schnee while she sat more eloquently than his wife, whom laid back on her elbows and had her feet on the coffee table. Another set of couches facing one another with another coffee table in the centre sat Bulma, facing the Galactic king and…
"-Gah~ W-Whis, w-why are y-you- Raven, why is- is he-" the man in question, sat comfortably on the couch with Bulma, his lips parted as he stuck some more… very tasty looking food into his gob, Vegeta smelt the aromas wafting in this place and then noted there were a lineup of chefs in the kitchen, working on making a vast variety of dishes.
He gulped, feeling himself salivate though he didn't move, his eyes on this guy… the guy with whom was with Beerus the destroyer.
Whatever they were discussing, was over as he came in- well, Vegeta did barge inside and did so by making as much ruckus as possible, to make sure that Bulma knew his wroth without him pushing it. He never sensed Whis here though, he need to change strategies. There was a galactic patroller near the window, stoic and looked to be there with the Galactic king, perhaps as a guard. This patroller looked strikingly similar in appearance to Whis though Vegeta now no longer paid him any mind, now focusing on Whis himself.
"What is uh, Lord Whis… is that-"
"-It is. This exquisite cuisine is called…" Whis turned to Bulma, who replied for him.
"It is Tempura, from-" Vegeta shook his head, replying.
"What is this, a meeting of the minds? And you, Raven. You usually don't stuff like that." Raven didn't answer, for she was busy with a mouth full of her own tempura. She only shrugged, content to ignore him for the time being and Vegeta turned to stare at the Galactic King.
"And you… Galactic King… your purpose here is?" the alien wove four arms in front of him, turning to Whis.
'I uh, well… we're here to ask Bulma to help with a problem, seeing that she seems to be in charge of your fighters…" Bulma looked at him, as if challenging him and he sent back a glare in disbelief. Vegeta scowled, replying, more like whispering loudly.
"Just because your one of many… wives of that bastard… 'Hmph' well, discuss away, I've got a meeting of my own with you Bulma, wasting my time and all. Although… Whis, you're a fighter- there is no doubt about it, I would like to challenge you to a spar. I think that if your friends with that feline, you ought to have some amount of power. I came here for a newer version of the woman's gravity chamber, training with someone on par with the feline should offer me better results." Whis sipped from his hot cup, looking content as he sighed. He then glowered at Vegeta, which Vegeta felt himself unable to move suddenly.
"...Hmmm, power you say… if you think that is all there is in regard to becoming a greater fighter, you'd be quite wrong Saiyan King. You will sooner, or later, reach a level in which you won't be able to eclipse through, no matter your power. If you cannot manipulate your energy in such a way as to offer you efficient use and not misuse within a battle. As to being Beerus friend, I should have mentioned that I am his attendant and teacher. He learned from me-" Vegeta's eyes widened in shock. Though before he could further question him, that Galactic squid spoke up, facing Bulma and Raven.
"Yes yes, ma'am, your warriors are aplenty. I should have mentioned this but one of my spies I left on board the galactic patrol headquarters have sent insight into-"
"-I'm speaking here-" Vegeta began though it was a glare from his wife of all people, Raven standing to her feet and approaching him which shut him up. Her plate in hand, she forcefully pushed him down onto a one-seater arm chair and then continued to eat her meal, Vegeta's resistance melted to his embarrassment and he kept silent, awaiting for his chance to further question… that seemingly amused bastard Whis about 'his' training. He sat there, feeling his wives tender self push onto him, stopping him for squirming further. He huffed.
"...As I was saying Bulma, we've underestimated just how… powerful Frieza was now. We anticipated that he would have gone on board the station for information, which we removed from those same systems for safe keeping and set the station besides the jail portion to explode, we anticipated that Frieza would deal with the prisoners but our informant in the Frieza's force have sent word that he recruited the lot instead. There is a danger unleashed now, one which could threaten the very fabric of the galaxy." he paused, sighing from speaking a lot, the Galactic king turned to Whis.
"I would ask you, teacher of Beerus the Destroyer…. to start training some of the warriors here, for Moro has been released. A dangerous foe, we've only been able to keep him contained but there was no way we could have released him to move him elsewhere before Frieza arrived. Whis looked on, still savoring his meal, as he looked to be thinking it over.
"My that is a big favor to ask of me, but I can see the urgency of someone like Moro obtaining power. So long as the chosen representatives follow my every whim in training them, I can see I have time to train… four of your number. After all, the needs and direction of my lord comes above all else, I see that you're here Vegeta for such training. I can offer you the chance, and Goku too besides… There is another, another of your race who I can see can climb the ladder of strength through my training. The last, since you've asked Galactic King, I shall allow you to name one."
"I do have a volunteer yes my lord. The cadet I've brought with me today has my blessing if it would please you sir. I've chosen him for this monumental task of defeating Moro, and with him, defeating once and for all the galactic tyrant Frieza Cold of the Planet Trade Organization."
"Oh? And he is…" Whis sipped from his cup, his eyes closed.
"Ah yes, Merus, introduce yourself."
"...." this Merus grunted, keeping quiet, a stoic gaze upon his face. Vegeta looked him over, sensing him at first when the patrol arrived, Vegeta noted he was the strongest of his organization, a potential fighter though he kept on guarding the Galactic king for now.
(Kron-POV)
Ten minutes, we'd eaten and that bowl-cut prick awoke during our break. Yamcha sat on him and continued to eat, until I was finished up another ten minutes afterwards. Once done, Pyrrha, myself and Yamcha begun to interrogate the guy, the fear seen on him made this task all the more faster, I didn't expect any problems. Yamcha, began while Pyrrha stood behind the guy, pacing back and forth while I watched on from where I sat, readied encase he tried anything, that or anyone else decided to come.
"Alright friend, will begin with your name yeah. Start with that, and then will see." Yamcha began, the guy, his head and eyes turned to the left while he listened to Pyrrha pacing back and forth, he couldn't turn to stare because currently, he was hogtied in place.
"M-Me!? W-Well, I could dispense w-with such information t-to you friendly fellows. Ah, would you release my h-hands though sir, I've an itch-" he was struck in the back of the head, curtsy of Pyrrha, a simple gentle 'love' tap, it didn't know him out though it did shut him up as he winced in pain.
After that, we'd learned his name was Dolltaki, that his boss was on another planet called M-2 and that his boss, a Dr. Myuu had a black star dragon ball of his own. I did say was, for after he finished giving information, we made to use him on his computers, to gather any additional information, though this doll worshiping alien didn't know much else, most his computers were for diagnosing that Luud machine that was now gutter trash, the other systems for communication, which had to be initiated from M-2, the planet to which was to be our next destination. I executed Dolltaki soon after, for the guy had no qualms for his men, better he died now encase he has a way to warn his boss.
One of the ships, Pyrrha capsulized it with one of her capsules, her reasoning was it's speed and advanced systems, a gift for Bulma to research once we got home. Seeing her do that, I went ahead and capsulized Luud's mechanized corpse, who knows, Bulma could make head and tails of it too. Once we were ready, it was time to leave the planet, leave it for the locals to fight over. Our ship, now released from it's capsule, we boarded and left the planet Luud, Yamcha piloting once more while Pyrrha co-piloted.
"...How long is the journey to the planet M-2 going to take Pyrrha." I asked, rubbing her shoulders, the flight already an hour gone by since we left Luud. She relaxed while my fingers worked her shoulders, her gaze towards her controls.
"From these coordinates from Luud, and the dragon radar indicating we go this way… the navigation systems indicates will arrive in twenty two hours before we arrive." I didn't look surprised, Bulma and her R&D teams knew how to create and recreate tech. Well beyond my ability to understand in any case, Bulma would appreciate it nonetheless.
"That short of time then, right then. I'm going to go mediate for some hours, you know… It's the only thing I can do for now, beyond training, eating or… 'other' activities me an you could get to do-" she chuckled lightly, shaking off my hands off of her shoulder, so she could turn around on the chair.
"-Easy there honey, I've got work to do. I'll interrupt your mediation later… after Yamcha gets back form sleeping… will play after." she smirked, her gaze hungry while I returned that look twofold.
(Raditz-POV)
We were not along on this planet anymore, besides the machines that inhabited the place, that is. These robots, more intelligent… more durable than those green little bots, they chatted a little too much and could predict them a little bit too good though most likely because of their machine parts, He was fighting the red one, Zangya was fighting the blue one while Sixteen fought the purple one. The last one, a green colored bot, the two twerps worked together to fight the green one. They weren't that strong compared to Zangya, who managed to blow the one she fought up and now remained in the rear, to help the two brats.
One down, Raditz powered up suddenly, reaching 'Super Saiyan Two' in an instant, to attack with speed, precision and surprise on his side as these bots were annoying in their ability to predict their move sets, he quickly used 'Shining Friday' close range and devastated the robot with one coordinated punch with this Ki, obliterating it. The resulting explosion dusted his vision momentarily though he flickered out of there and glanced around the area, to be ready to assist in battle with another of these things.
Sixteen, roughhousing the purple one, tore the arms off the thing before kicking it towards Raditz. He growled, though he had energy readied for his power and blood ran high, he done another 'Shining Friday' with his right hand held open, the Ki blast decimated the purple one with ease, resulting in another explosion.
"Heh, weakling machines have nothing on a Saiyan, pathetic pieces of trash given form. Now, the last one of-" a Ki blast came towards of light cyan color came racing past him, blasting into Sixteen, who now took on the blast and was slowly pushed towards the ground from the beam. Zangya flickered over to assist the twerps while Raditz went after the new arrival, another robot looking dude though this one looked to be more advanced and… humanoid in appearance.
A grin appeared on this newcomers face, as he glanced around, now that Zangya, Trunks and Ursula now were able to take out the last robot machine, Raditz and the others landed nearby to eye this now opponent.
"You've been able to deal with my Sigma force… Well then lads, ladies… your journey ends here I would think. Your power… has greatly impressed me and whom I serve, he will make good use of you… well, your bodies I should say-" It was sudden, a cloud of smoke engulfed a nearby area, while a wind shot could be seen indicating someone had landed, kicking up metal pieces and debris, dusting up his arrival. Raditz felt dread as the smoke cleared, Cooler stood there glancing right at them with his red, piercing eyes.