Beat's Story

Taao was prepared to to dive in right after Dashade when felt a tail appendage was wrapping itself completely around his waist, causing him a bit of distress, but before he could object he was yanked unceremoniously into the lake where in Dashade's tail loosed it's grip and uncurled from his waist. Though he appreciated arcosain's consideration, even under this gravity he could swim well enough on his own. Taao intentionally swallowed a few gulps of the surprisingly cold water and found it to be quite invigorating as he used his energy to lift himself to the surface with the others. Unlike most organic beings Namekains do not require subsistence in the form of " food " and shared a bit of disgust in witnessing the act of consuming other creatures, as namekians only require a bit of water here and there to remain healthy.

By the time he broke the surface he continued rising until he was floating just above the water where he would take a few deep breaths, as the effort of sustained flight under this new gravity immediately began to drain his stamina. Taao took it as a foreshadow of just how difficult things would be for him on this planet. The others seemed easily accustomed to the change, something he attributed to them being accustomed to space travel, unlike he who'd only been to one other planet than his until now. Planet melt's gravity wasn't much stronger than that of his home planet so he just assumed the case would be the same, had he known he would have spent the time strengthening his body, but it was too late for that now. He had no choice but to try and adjust as quickly as possible, or he would be useless in battle. Without warning a ball of energy whizzed right by his head followed by the smooth baritone of a saiyan warrior, a male with short, spiky hair and an expression that told Taao not to make another move.

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Beat and his squad stood at the Ridge of a nearby mountain where they could get a good veiw of the burning ship as it entered the atmosphere. A couple of his subordinates made a bet with him on the fool's odds of surviving the crash, which where looking pretty slim by their reckoning, but he knew better. Judging by their trajectory, if they with a little luck they would end up crashing into the lake below instead of smashing into the face of the mountain. The only reason they where even there was because they where unfortunate enough to be the squad in closest proximity to the estimated crash site, and so it fell to them to take the initiative to intercept the group before they could ignorantly muck up their operations.

" Idiots, if they'd returned in their own pods then they wouldn't be in this situation. Oh well, I bet one hundred thousand push ups, each if they survive. "

He could have made the stakes a lot higher if he wanted, but there was no fun in it when he was already sure of the outcome. From sky to ground the crash took about ten minutes, but sure enough they lucked out and managed to crash in the dead center of the lake which elicited sarcastic groans from the two betting saiyans. Figures, it'll take more than a crashing ship take out a saiyan.

" Let's go losers, we have to round them up and get back, we've no time to spare "

Following Beat's lead with him at the helm, they flew down to the lake in a tight V formation. The four saiyans formed his left wing, and four more at his right making eight in total who surrounding the crash site and waited, hands up for the ship's passengers to surface. According to base there where some passengers who weren't identified, so they where all to be treated like potential threats. Fortunately Pikruel was the first to break the surface and she seemed to immediately recognize the position she was in, however before she could be greeted a far from familiar horned head broke the water's surface, putting his subordinates immediately on edge, then came an even more unexpected sight.

A namekain? Before he could even ask the namekian rose completely out of the water, obviously not as aware of his surroundings. Before he could try to fly off or do anything stupid Beat sent him a warning shot that was supposed to hit him square in the back of the head and knock him out cold, but the namekain had sharper reflexes than expected and managed to move his head at the last second. He was impressed, he never thought a namekian would be capable of even moving a muscle on planet Sadla, was he special? Beat reasoned that he must be if they even bothered bringing him along.

" Don't you even think about moving another centimeter greenie, without my say so, or next time I'm knocking your head clean off your shoulders myself. "

For emphasis he held out a fist which had a faint glow of power surrounding it.

Nion groaned loudly to herself at the prospect of embracing the ice cold depths of the water, she was up to her neck in a skin tight battle suit with heavy armour thrown on top, this would not be comfortable. Oh well, better than drowning... Or silk With that she propelled herself into the water, breaking its liquid surface to follow the rest of the group, soon popping up alongside them at the surface. The scene probably looked quite comical to onlookers as various heads poppoed up like vegstables.

"Don't you even think about moving another centimeter greenie, without my say so, or next time I'm knocking your head clean off your shoulders myself" Nion heard the gruff command after a small ki blast had whizzed past Taao's head, prompting her gaze to shift to above where a full squad of Saiyans stood ready to attack them.

With a small chuckle she rose out of the water at a slow and casual pace, shooting Taao a smirk while her hands went to pat water off of her figure. "So, you pansys the welcome party? Because we've had our fair share of useless grunts for the week, so if you could send along some actual Saiyans along to make sure we aren't threats, that'd be real nice. I mean, at least they wouldn't be so easily intimidated by big green over here"

She paid no mind to the small part of her thought process that told her NOT to taunt the landing party, the other part of her mind that told her that the kitchen was blown up comming out strong. "Or are you all they got because all the real warriors were busy?"

Kazaam could only watch in confusion at the crew diving into the water to escape the sinking ship, the small child only turning her back to them after Nion made her own dive in. "Why are they taking the hard way out? The ship isn't that strong..." Paying no mind to variety of energy signatures she could feel circling the ship, Kazaam raised her hand and fired a small Ki blast from her palm at the ceiling, she figured the ship was screwed anyway; so Taao wouldn't mind, right?

The small explosion that followed her attack left a gaping hole for her to hover out of with a small whistle, only letting out an excited giggle upon spotting the Saiyan squad ready to fire, giving them a small wave. "Don't worry, we managed to crash! We're fine" Though another look at their expressions made her tilt her head "What? Did someone do something?"

Pikruel ignored Dashade's attempt at a joke. She was completely focused on the welcoming party. She was concerned that three of her companions seemed to be trying their hardest to aggravate the saiyans.

"What's going on here? We told you we were coming back from our mission on Melt. Since when does Sadala shoot down its visitors anyway?"

"She doesn't know about the war?" one of the saiyans responded.

"War?" Pikruel replied. "What war?"

"Beat," said another, "if they're really from Melt, the King will want to speak with them right away."

Dashade held his hands up in the air to make it clear that the Saiyans could see his every move and he was hopefully less suspicious (Though bearing horns and the same general look of his people did not help him in this), barking up at Nion. "Nion, if you want to challenge them to a bar room brawl, do it when we're not in their sights! We were just shot down, this is not the time to be insulting our only allies here!"

With that the Arcosian returned his gaze to Pikruel, moving his head closer to the Saiyan to advise. "I suggest that if they seek to escort us, you and Nion cover both our rear and front while me and the others stay in the middle. They'll feel less threatened with more Saiyans in the way of us. Preferably, Nion should take the rear as to lessen the chance of her running her mouth more and Kazaam in the center... because Kazaam" He kept his gaze locked onto Beat to gauge whether he should be ready to defend himself. "Just my advice. As you seem to be our appointed leader here, you're free to ignore it"

Beat smirked at noticing the saiyan nearest to him at his left tense as Nion rose up from the lake with mockery, her usual means of covering weakness, but it didn't fool him one bit, she was doing nothing more than trying to appear to be in control of the situation. He admired Nion for the pride in her that so many saiyans unfortunately lacked, but this was not the place or time for them to butt heads, they all had to made to understand the seriousness of the situation.

" Grunts? Don't delude yourself weakling, I am a saiyan Elite!" Beat thumbed the emblem at the center of his chest piece denoting his rank as commander " I don't know what you may have experienced on that backwater planet but I'm only going to say this once, you're back on Sadla and this is war. Now FALL IN LINE SAIYAN! "

He'd barley gotten out the command when a small explosion drew everyone's eyes and aim to the top of the sinking ship where a strange, yellow-ish bubble-gum girl popped out. What in the world is that? whoever or whatever it was, it was cearly more oblivious than the nimekain who was currently becoming visibly fatigued as he struggled to maintain his position under Sadla's gravity. However she quickly grasped the situation was not the welcome wagon she was evidently expecting. Beat was getting irritated now and was seriously considering having someone blasted just to show they meant business, but before he could give the order Pikruel spoke up and Beat came to understand the depth of their ignorance.

" Lets just say that, while you two weaklings where off defending that worthless heap of hollow rock and making friends, things got pretty interesting around here. " That's when he raised an open palm for his subordinates to see and understand that it was ok to at least drop their blasting arms, reasoning that they had no logical reason to cause trouble.

" But he's right, the King's deffinately going to want to speak with you, we shouldn't keep him waiting. Pikruel, since you seem to be the leader of this sorry bunch then get them ready to go immediately "

"Leader?" Pikruel replied, confused. She thought that if anyone seemed to be in charge, it would be Nion or Taao. But she was somewhat flattered that she was seemingly elected to this position in her group. "Well, since all our stuff is sinking to the bottom of this lake, I don't think we have much to do to get ready."

"Don't worry," said one of the Saiyans. "We'll pull the ship out of the water. We have to investigate the insides of it anyway. And since the cause of its state was a misunderstanding, we'll have it repaired as soon as possible."

Soon, the group was taken to the throne room of the king of the saiyans. The room was dimly lit by the light seeping through the windows and the monitors spread throughout the curved walls. The king was seated on the throne, his face shrouded in darkness.

"Your highness," said one of the saiyans who led them into the room. "These are the saiyans from Melt and their three allies."

"Ah," the king replied. "Enter. We have important matters to discuss."

Pikruel was flustered at meeting the king of her home planet. She never thought she'd be given the chance to meet him in person. She meekly stepped into the room and bowed as low and her back would allow her to bend.

"I'm told you are unaware of the events that followed you leaving Planet Melt. Well, I could tell you what happened, but I think it would be easier just to show you."

With a nod of his head. A servant in the room hit a button, and a video appeared on the screen. A man who appeared to be similar to Dashade in shape appeared on screen, floating in the middle of space and surrounded by men in the same armor as the ones they found on Melt. The man was orange and dark brown, with red jewels adorning various parts of his body, including the top of his head.

"Greetings, Planet Sadala," said the man. "I am Lord Heeta, emperor of hundreds of planets. I would not blame you if you haven't heard of me. The galaxy is a very big place, and our worlds are far apart. However, my men recently attempted to extend the reach of my empire by capturing the planets protected by Lord Frost, after the rumor had spread of his unfortunate death. This was my mistake. Two of your own were sent to drive my forces away from one of these planets, Planet Melt."

At Heeta's mention of Melt, the camera panned to the planet below. It appeared Heeta's forces had gathered above Planet Melt. After a few moments, the camera panned back to Heeta. A pit grew in Pikruel's stomach as she saw this.

"Your two men were surprisingly capable, making quick work of my forces, including one of my three elite warriors, Commander Holly. To be clear, I'm not angry. I'm impressed. Impressed at the strength those of your race appear to possess. Yet I am also disappointed that you would choose to waste your talents protecting those weaker than yourselves. I would like to change that. Join me, and we can become the most powerful force in the universe. Our empire would spread as far as we could reach. You have much to profit from this relationship, as do I. I hope you will accept my offer. But be warned. I do not accept no for an answer."

Heeta lifted his finger and a red orb of energy appeared at the tip of it, glowing like molten lava. The ball grew bigger and bigger as the surrounding soldiers mumbled in awe. Once it had reached a size too big for the camera to capture, Heeta swung his arm down, and the molten orb descended towards the planet while the soldiers in its path scurried away. Once the orb hit the planet, the Melt blew up into a million pieces. Lit by the bright lights of the planet's destruction, Heeta turned back to the camera.

"You have two weeks. Bye!"

With a mock friendly wave from Heeta, the video ended.

"That," said the king, "was one week ago."

Pikruel was frozen, shocked by what she had seen, and not knowing what to say.

When the group had been dragged hastily across the planet for their meeting with the 'King', Kazaam barely had enough time to register her surroundings as everything seemed to blur together into some rather strange art project, before the throne room had materialised before her with very official looking silhouette of a man sitting before them. "Wow! This place sure is big, its like someone could make three houses in here..." Her amazed eyes swivelled around to take in the view, before returning to the man. "Does he know that he can move his chair into the light? I can't see him very well..." Really, she expected less darkness and more hair.

Her comments seemed to go in-noticed as Pikruel and the man conversed with the female Saiyan acting rather flustered at merely being noticed by the King. "I'm told you are unaware of the events that followed you leaving Planet Melt. Well, I could tell you what happened, but I think it would be easier just to show you."

"Oooooh, a movie? But we ain't got no popcorn" It started. And it wasn't as pleasant a film as Kazaam thought it would be. On popped a man who looked eerily similar to Dashade, though his body language and overall tone made him seem much more... Punch able than the bitter, but kind hearted lizard that stood beside her. Then there it was, Planet Melt in all its glory... Then a sun was produced. Then a tragedy. "B-but we helped them... The Old man and the kids... What happened to them? What happened to the Queen? And all the Husbands!?" Her questions were barely audible, really her scratchy voice only came to enough volume for someone like Taao to hear. Otherwise, all she made were screams of silence

Dashade watched the destruction of Planet Melt with an unmoving surface that showed little care in the pool of blood that flooded onto Heeta's hands, though under the surface that he spent years as a witness to the atrocities of battle to build, Dashade could feel the mix of regret and guilt building up in the depths of his stomach; threatening to choke him. This is only a few hours after we left... Were Heeta and his men so close that whole time?

He could only imagine the effect of Melt's core splitting apart in a flame coloured black-hole before the very eyes of the people thought to of saved it, only a week ago Pikruel had valiantly charged at Holly. A week since Kazaam distracted the Commander. A week since Nion managed to get a look of fear from Holly. A week since Taao laid a killing blow. And a week since Dashade had been rescued from death by a snarky old man and Kazaam. All of that effort had been erased like it was but a mistake on a piece of paper, in only a few seconds. "It's the fate that befalls the planets that are more trouble then they are worth" It was even the same attack Holly had attempted to use. "I'd suggest you check in with your other allies, Heeta will grow bored with a two week wait" His statement was directly towards the King,the Arcosian standing with one arm on his front and another on his back in an Arcosian bow. "Your Majesty."

Next Dashade's eyes fell upon Pikruel who now stood frozen in place, the soldier guessed that if he could see her face right now it would be one of distraught. Sadly, there wasn't time for this. Without hesitation firmly place his hand on Pikruel's shoulder in an attempt to get her moving again. She had to address the King. "Now is neither the time or place to be caught stiff, we have only begun on this path"

His tone was competently uncaring, cold even. To anyone with common sense he would probably look rather insensitive and arrogant with his behaviour, as if the deaths of all those people weren't important enough to even notice. But an Arcosian's idea of pragmatism was a habit that failed to die easily.

Nion merely found her head tipping backwards to align her gaze with the ceiling at Heeta's display of pointless destruction, her tounge clicked against the side of her teeth in a clear sign of displeasure and a slightly hidden pang of disgust. The Saiyan had fought many bloody battles and had her fair share of blood on her hands, especially after Melt, but even then those opponents were eneies; they were fair game. Those Meltians, no matter their annoying tendencies... They didn't deserve that. They didn't do anything. "Well... Shit..."

And with every word of Heeta's deluded and egotistical voice splitting through her ear, she would pass off a side glance to Dashade. She was beginning to grow weary of the 'Traitor' and his continous claims to be on a higher moral path than that of Heeta. And yet you still worked for the bastard... I wonder...

"It's the fate that befalls the planets that are more trouble then they are worth," said Dashade. "I'd suggest you check in with your other allies, Heeta will grow bored with a two week wait. Your Majesty."

"Rest assured," said the king, "we have checked in with the other planets, and Heeta's forces seem to be ignoring them. Instead, they appear to be gathering as one great army and heading our way."

Pikruel felt Dashade's hand on her shoulder, which took her out of her dazed state. "Now is neither the time or place to be caught stiff," he said. "We have only begun on this path."

"All those people... All the animals. The whole planet. He killed them all just to make an example?" Pikruel went from shocked and sad to clenching her teeth and fists, and her power began to swell. "What a heartless monster. He's going to pay for that."

"So now you know why we are at war," said the king. "Now tell me, what do you know about this man, Heeta? What did you learn from your battle with his men that could be useful for us?"

Nion could practically feel the flames of rage lash out at her skin, Pikruel was definitly fireing up. "Now tell me, what do you know about this man, Heeta? What did you learn from your battle with his men that could be useful for us?" As the King proposed his question Nion took a moment to look back to their fight on Melt, nothing really stood out on their strategies and such, te group ad really only gone there and slaughtered them. Nothing else.

"The only thing we were shown on Melt was how weak their ground troops are, even Grunt here could make them cannon fodder" Gestureing towards Beat with one hand as she continued "Really, the only peope that stood a chance was their Commander. Who's now six feet under... Though considering Heeta blew up his grave stone, he's in space." Then her hand turned into a single thumb to jerk towards Dashade with a glare. "Oh, and his pet Jackalop here. Despite how weak and pathetic the lizard looks"

"Freeze! You're no Saiyan, identify yourself" As soon as the scout's ship had landed it had been met by another squad of Saiyans, quite similar to how Beat's squad surrounded the crash site of Taao's ship, though they were much more friendly... Well, until a blue skinned non-saiyan man made his way out o the ship with only one of the missing scouts trekking behind him, adorned with a look of pure guilt. The Saiyans had already raised their weapons (Namely, their fists) as the female squad leader called out the unidentified man.

"Should I take offense to that? I mean, I haven't done anything... Yet" His dried up lips drew up to one side as a lopsided grin, putting his sharpened teeth on display. "I am just a humble, not-so-honest... Soldier. Or just minion if you prefer. I'm here on behalf of a friend"

"That doesn't answer the question"

"Got my name changed to Soil, we had a whole motif going around" The man's shark-like features raised to let out a chortle, as if he was reliving a private joke. "But enough with pleasantries, I'd prefer to get straight down to business" Soil pushed a scaled hand into the depths of his trousers, soon pulling them away to reveal a medium-sized box left on his palm, his other hand came up and allowed his fingers to slip over the edge of the container, opening it slightly to allow a peak. "Show your Bosses this, they should know what it is. That's why they stalking my Boss, right?"

The Squad leader merely rolled her eyes at the creature's antics, the man just radiated an aura of 'backstabbing slime' that came as toxic to her nose, but in the end she signalled her people to keep an eye on him while she contacted her Commander. After a few moments of explaining the situation and listening to the Commander her scouter was move to train directly of the slightly opened box, giving the commander a full image. The whole time Soil stood casually picking at his teeth, seemingly unaware of the Saiyans around him fully prepared to kick him to the curb.

"The Commander is now contacting another Squad to escort you to the palace, and to take the pilot for a debriefing. I don't know what in the hell they'd want with you, but count yourself lucky, Boil" Technically the creature in front of her had done nothing wrong to her knowledge, and she had no idea of the situation of his presence here, but he didn't exactly strike her as a trustworthy person. "Rest of you are ordered to move out as soon as the other squad arrives, we've got a planet to keep secure"

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"Yes, I know the King is in the middle of a meeting..." Another Saiyan assured his comrade over the COMMs, trying to send a message to the King himself. "Wait for it to finish or interrupt it if you must, either way..." His eyes landed on the picture sent to him from the squad guarding Soil, in the box he could just see the frills that sprouted from a red fruit safely nestled within the box. A sinister aura surrounding the fruit. "He'll want to now about this"

"All those people... All the animals. The whole planet. He killed them all just to make an example?" The female Saiyan's Ki began to rise along with her obvious mix of anger and horror, which prompted Dashade to bite his tongue for a moment, pushing back the urge to state that he had already told her this back on the ship. But being a patronising ass for the moment would achieve nothing but a broken arm.

"Example? No. That was his pleasure, a delightful hobby to indulge in now and again. His example was our reactions to it, already on edge and ready to bite without thought in our groups case" Dashade referred to themselves as he could already feel Nion burning holes into the back of his mind, with Kazaam going stiffly quiet. Making him wonder again if they were really sure on bring a child into this fight.

The venom that infected Pikruel's voice for her next words felt unnerving from somone he'd barely seen THAT angry. Aside from the incident that shall never be spoken of again... "What a heartless monster. He's going to pay for that." His eyes drew down at her words, the thought appearing before him of whether it was a good idea to keep his hand on Pikruel.

Soon Nion was the first to respond to the King, Dashade feeling a slight sting of disgust at the way she described his fellow soldiers. He may of switched sides, but he still held respect for them, despite their leader. They had just been mislead, like him, right? THey were still people. "Oh, and his pet Jackalop here. Despite how weak and pathetic the lizard looks"

Does she just subcouncously block out the part where it took three of them to take me down in the e-...Wait, why did she just tell everybody that Ii was one of Heeta's men!? I DON'T THINK THE SAIYANS WANT TO KNOW THEY MIGHT HAVE A SPY IN THE ROOM!

Taao's heart sunk to the pit of his stomach as he looked on in horror at the events unfolding right before them. It took Heeta but a mere finger to produce a molten orb of densely packed energy that grew and grew until eventually it came to dominate the full view of the camera, to his dismay he recognized the monster's technique, just before his death it was attempted in the form of a final desperate attack on Holly's part. However unlike that time he had no illusion of what was about to happen, but he was practically ready to jump to action with a Special Beam Cannon right t the face of Heeta's hologram even to no effect.

" No! That monster, with power like that...he'll destroy everything " He shouted through desperately clenched teeth. Though it was difficult to watch he never once took his eyes off the scene as planet Melt and all the life she held was almost instantaneously erased from existence in a horrible explosion, leaving behind nothing but pitiful space dust.

Taao began to shake violently as Heeta's image turned back to the screen with a friendly wave after effortlessly committing mass genocide, so smug, so careless, it burned him up to the point where thick veins bulged across his temples and head, and on his arms as well as the nails of his clenched fist began to burrow into his palms without notice. Red blood trickled from his palm to the floor as images of every life he'd ever saved or touched on planet Melt flashed through his mind like a movie, almost as if he was at the end of his own life, the reactions of his companions where only echoes in his mind as his expression was mix of unimaginable anger and sadness, and unlike the others he found no words came to mind that could properly express the depth of his pain at witnessing an entire civilization wiped out like they where never there. That could have been Namek easily A reality he assumed he was prepared to face, but not like this.

Taao felt the desperate need to act now, plan's to lure him out be dammed, but at the same time he knew he didn't even come close to scratching the surface of the kind of power Heeta apparently had, quite literally at his fingertips, even at Taao's full power if he could reach it. In that moment he felt the weakest he'd ever felt, and that frustrated him all the more and Dashade wasn't helping the matter, though he spoke the truth.

" Mark my words, I'm going to tare him apart with my bare hands "

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Beat on the other hand viewed the spectacle much differently, with just a little bit of admiration for the ugly creature who he just witnessed explode a whole planet like it was a broken toy to be disposed of. Unlike most other saiyans, he didn't share the King's sense of righteous responsibility to defend the denizens in their quadrant of the universe, he only relished the opportunity to seek out and crush the strongest of enemies and right now, Heeta was shaping up to be the perfect enemy to test himself against. He didn't spare a thought for the lives lost, as a matter of fact Heeta's offer did hold a certain appeal for him as he grew ever more unsatisfied with their roles as peacekeepers is the universe, and in this instance Heeta's words perfectly mirrored his feelings and for several moments while Pikruel and her crew reacted to seeing the images for the first time, he played at the idea of defecting to Heeta's army but quickly dismissed it.

Though he didn't particularly like the King and his ideals, there was no denying his strength and leadership or Beat might have challenged his rule himself, but this Heeta character simply rubbed him the wrong way, the way he talked, the way he looked. The little fairy wave he gave them at the end of the transmission, the guy was just begging for a Beat down ( pun intended ). Weather sadla would face the same fate as Melt or not, he better preferred to fight Heeta than to join him.

" Don't even waste your time Namek, you look like you can barely stand here, just let us Saiyans handle this. " He boasted, showing that Heeta failed to place any fear in his heart, if anything he was now fired up and ready for war all over again.

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After hearing the responses to his question, the king sighed in disappointment. "Very well. If that is all the information you know, then you are free to go."

Finally, Pikruel returned to her senses. "Wait. There is one thing. They say that Heeta has the power to make himself grow stronger."

"Really? How does he do that? How strong can he make himself?"

"I don't know. Dashade said that he can increase his power whenever he wants to. I don't know if there are limits to his power. But he uses this...liquid to cool himself down."

"Interesting. Perhaps the secret to defeating him is to force him to his limits and let him burn himself out. I wish that Cabba was here. We could really use a Super Saiyan for this battle, but he's too far away to make it back in time. Oh, well. We Saiyans are a powerful race, and I think Heeta will be surprised to see how quickly his own forces fall."

"So does that mean that you will fight him?"

The king chuckled. "Of course we will fight. The Saiyans will not be intimidated by anyone. If Heeta wishes to challenge us, then let us bury him on our soil. For the three of you who are not Saiyans, I do not expect you to fight our battles. But Pikruel and Nion, I expect that your Saiyan pride will keep you from running away. Go and prepare yourselves. You have one week."

"Don't even waste your time Namek, you look like you can barely stand here, just let us Saiyans handle this" The Elite's boasts only caused Dashade to shrug, the Arcosian merely muttering something to the power of 'At least somebody is excited'

"Interesting. Perhaps the secret to defeating him is to force him to his limits and let him burn himself out"

"That's one tactic" Dashade commented briefly, retracting his hands to now sit behind his back in a regal and stiff manner. "Though I think we should consider what we just witnessed. Heeta can casually destroy an entire planet with but a flick of the wrist, as a hobby, without thought. With that in mind, do you really think a confrontation with him would survive long enough to hit his limit? And even then, endure it long enough that he can fight no longer? Especially when taking into account his armies, I doubt he would come alone for such a spectacle" There was the possibility of preying on Heeta's ego and drawing the tyrant into open combat on his own, but Dashade lacked confidence in his understanding of Heeta to know whether that would be possiable.

However Dashade found his thoughts dissolving away upon the mention of a 'Super Saiyan', a title that caused his head to tilt with confusion. "Super... Saiyan? I've never heard of this term..." He wanted to direct the sentence towards the King, but his voice stayed low, it was probably for the best not to waste the King's time, plus he could probably ask Pikruel later as she seemed to show no confusion over the words.

"I don't know. Dashade said that he can increase his power whenever he wants to. I don't know if there are limits to his power. But he uses this...liquid to cool himself down." Nion offered a snort at Pikruel's explination to the King.

"Yeah, but the question is..." She started with a smug look as she indicated to Dashade once again, her grin then forming a slight frown. "Why should we trust a word that comes from the Lizard King here? Even if he wasn't just spewing bullshit, he was still just a worthless soldier. What does he really know?" As she spoke she heard Beat boast towards Taao, which just could not do.

"Don't even waste your time Namek, you look like you can barely stand here, just let us Saiyans handle this"

"Ain't that adorable, teh Grunt thinks he's a true Saiyan" She didn't eactly care that Taao was being insulted, even a day was enough time to realise that it would take a lot more to goad the Namekian, but she didn't want him to be sold short either. He had out up a damn good fight against her. "Yeah, when you get that silver spoon out of your mouth, then you can talk down to the Big Green Powerhouse"

"Why should we trust a word that comes from the Lizard King here? Even if he wasn't just spewing bullshit, he was still just a worthless soldier. What does he really know?" Nion's loud snort shook Kazaam from her stupor, though the images of Melt's destruction still lingered on the tip of her thoughts, like a laughing phantom. It wasn't the first time she'd witnessed the death of another, hell, it was no where near as graphical and upclose as Holly's was when Tao's attack speared the brute. But just how casually, calm, and even ecstatic Heeta was as he took so many lives that had done nothing to earn such a fate. It unnerved her.

It didn't help that the Arcosian in front of her resembled Heeta in some way, except she couldn't see his expression. Was Dashade as horrified at this as well? Or was Nion making sense for once. "W-would Mr Shade lie?" Her quiet question went to Taao, who stood closest to her and could probably hear her with his Namekian hearing, her voice shook a little, all the feelings that still remained dominant inside her were very confusing. Then again, how else was a child supposed to react to such horrific images? "He's with us, isn't he? He's here to help... Why doesn't Nion see that?"

Taao straightened his back and stood tall and gazed into the eyes of the spiky haired saiyan with eyes of pure determination, even though his body felt as heavy as lead his mind was clear and sharp. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to release a bit of he red hot rage on Beat that was building inside and threatening to overtake him, but years of discipline prevented him from lashing out. Taao would instead turn that rage inwardly and use it as a fuel to take him to the next level during the intense training he would be enduring in preparation for the coming battle. Where he met the saiyan's taunts with a show of quite resolve Nion was there to defend him instead, to his surprise jumping to his defense for the second time since they'd arrived on planet Sadla which was a much welcomed change in character to Taao who'd seemingly earned some respect from the saiyan post their sparring match. The timid voice of a child broke his train of thought and he looked down to his left to find the crimson orbs of Kazam staring up at him, seeking answers in a helpless manner of a child seeking reassurance to which he responded to by softening his expression a bit.

" Of course he's with us to help, he gave us his word " he spoke loud enough for the whole room to hear this time " we've come too far together to doubt him now, I believe he's more than earned our trust "

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"Ain't that adorable, teh Grunt thinks he's a true Saiyan" Nion's insults where not met with much of a dignified response. Beat's expression darkened when the word ' Grunt ' was applied to he, an elite class warrior by a lower class saiyan, an insult he couldn't let pass twice. His better judgment told him that now wasn't the appropriate time to be fighting their allies but he felt if he didn't put Nion in her place now then there'd be no end to her cheek.

" Listen here you little scum, I'd love to demonstrate how powerful I really am, but unfortunately the power levels of the warrior you fought back on Melt's power levels where transmitted back to base. " He tilted his up and glared down at her through the violet glass of his scouter as if she was something stuck at the bottom of his boot, insignificant, and when he spoke his voice was ice. " You can't talk down to me until you're strong enough, and if you couldn't defeat that weakling on your own then you're not even worth half my strength, but you're welcome to try it any time. "

He was content to leave it at that, no amount of bickering would fill the gap between them and he was ready and willing to beat her down to prove it. He crossed the room and laid a firm grip on Dashade's shoulders and looked him in the eye menacingly " As for the Arcosian, as long as he keeps feeding us information on the enemy- we can use him." Beat gave the Arcosian a light smack on the right cheek " Besides, why would he risk deceiving us here, where he can be taken apart in moments. And as for Cabba, with all due respect my King, who needs him when you've got the likes of me? I'm confident I can realize this ' super saiyan ' power as well "

That's right, I can do it to. I'll bring this lizard to heel with my own power Beat could see it clearly in his mind even now, seeing Cabba demonstrate the transformation to them after returning from the tournament with Lord Champa, it was like nothing he'd ever seen before. Cabba had always been a fierce fighter, but even without fighting him he could tell that power put him light years ahead of any other saiyan in destructive power, a boast which Beat held onto up until that point. Seeing Cabba exceed him so quickly infuriated him, and pushed him to even greater levels.