Stopping smugglers

Getting stronger was an obligation now. With a war coming with the Arcosian Empire and a threat of an unimaginably strong android to attack the planet at any moment sure rose the tension on everyone, and Natto was no exception to that rule. He was getting rather sleepless, since everytime he spent on his bed; he would feel guilty, like he was wasting some precious time. He would never be able to forgive himself if Planet Vegeta was destroyed, as it would mean that he wasn’t strong enough to defend it. The meeting on the training room was still vivid on his mind, since he met such strong saiyans that made him look like the worthless maggot his brother, Miso, always referred to him as.

Without being able to rest his eyes, he got up from his bed and stared at his weighted battle suit. ”Getting stronger is not just some stupid saiyan pride and vanity… It’s an obligation in order to survive… I will never forgive myself for being weak, for being unable to protect this planet that I hold dear into my heart!” he touched the chest part of his weigthed armor and remembered the time when his father spoke to him, telling him of when the planet was destroyed, making him frown immediately. His teeth also gritted, as the anger filled his heart. No! He could not stay at his dormitory! He had enough sleep. It was now time for some intense training on the badlands of the planet, the place where the saiyans were condemned to live before destroying the filthy tuffles. And that’s exactly where he went, wearing his new battle suit, and scratching the skies with his ghostly-white energy trail.

There was no time to waste.

Finally there, at the barren wasteland, Natto stood alone, eyes closed, feeling the cool breeze of the night on his whole body. The wind touched his sweat; making him feel rather refreshed on that brief moment he stopped to catch his breath again. Slowly after that he reassumed his fighting stance, slighting bending both of his knee and sliding the left foot to the front, left hand in front of his body and right arm bended by the side of his body. A brief second for breathing, than he started over, throwing punches into the air at his nonexistent opponent. Jabs, haymaker, uppercuts… Even front kicks, roundhouse kicks and sidekicks! He was fighting what it seemed to be an army on imaginary opponents, and while he moved, drops of sweat would fly from his limbs as each of them reached a complete distance. The drops would then proceed to fall into the ground, spattering before he would have to catch his breath again.

His new weighted battle suit was on, making him feel a lot heavier than ever before. He was still getting used to it, as his power level was much lower than what it should be. Weights were very useful for getting stronger in a faster pace. He could feel his body sore with the effort as he had been doing this for hours! His spandex was all soaked in sweat and so were his boots and gloves. His disheveled hair was all wet, glistening with the moisture dripping down his body. After a few more attacks, he stood there again, panting. He ran his hand down his face, trying to dry a little of the sweat, but to no use. ”I’m getting too tired…” the thought made him angry. Angry because it has been a while since he acquired his weighted battle suit but was still not very skilled with its use. The strain it put into his body was uncanny and he felt an urge to overcome it was soon as possible, but it was easier said than done.

As he got ready to start over again, just after his body relaxed again with the cool breeze of the night on the wasteland, his scouter beeped and a message came in. ”Soldier! Do you copy?!” they asked. Natto brows frowned as he wondered why was him being contacted at such a time. He wondered if he should answer it, but the voice on the other side repeated his words, only in a more desperate tone now, making him feel rather puzzled by that message. ”Something odd is going on… I should reply to that message.” he decided, touching the button on his scouter to allow a reply mode. – Natto here. I copy. Please report. – he asked. Shortly after the answer, the saiyan on the other side started reporting and it didin’t seem good.

”Sir… We were a squad of lower-class warrior composed by 2 saiyans and 8 kagami warriors. Our mission was a quite regular one… To patrol one of the ancient tuffle ruins around the northern capital area, when our scouters detected something weird. We detected quite a lot of power levels around 1000 and went to check it out. As we approached, we saw what seemed to be soldiers wearing gas masks, patrolling the area, with a large spaceship landed there.” Natto’s mind started to race, as he tried to figure out what was going on. ”An invasion?!” he thought, but before he could develop any further, the saiyan continued. ”Out of nowhere, as he got near them, they attacked! Somehow our scouters failed to detect these attackers! Without a warning, 2 or our kagami men where incinerated by a sudden flash of fire, before it exploded. All he could hear from the distance were the cries of our soldiers. As the smoke cleared, we saw more of them there, and finally our scouter’s could detect them back… Like they… Like they could hide their power levels!” there was some sort of fear and desperation on that saiyan’s voice. ”3 more of our men dashed forward, but even before they had a chance to attack they were blasted by those gas-masked aliens! They just raised their hands and blasted huge amount of energy, hitting right on the mark and in a glimpse we were reduced to half our numbers! He got enraged and attacked back and then a slaughter began… We managed to kill some of them, but we were quickly outnumbered and I can’t explain for certain… But they were, for some reason, quite determined to die to maintain their terrain… With the risk of being wrong… I think there are still 16 or 17 of them there… We managed to kill about 10… But we were outnumbered and overpowered by them… The blasts came from everywhere! And we tried to get away by sprinting, since a lot of them were flying above us.” he sighed. ”All the kagami died… And my partner tried to escape with me but he tripped over a broken stone and fell to the ground. My partner… Pabuki tried to get up quickly, but they surrounded him and started blasting him at point blank. I tried to get away and call for help, but somehow my scouter wasn’t working properly… That’s why Pabuki told me to run and ask for reinforcements! He stayed there to buy me sometime so we could take our revenge! Those aliens dared to defy us saiyans! They killed our soldiers!” his tone was now one of pure rage and pain.

”I think I escaped them… So, if you are a member of the elite, please come to my assistance… I’m sending you my exact coordinates right now!” he said, and a new beep could be heard at Natto’s scouter, as it was filled with the coordinates for the location of the saiyan talking over the communicator. – I got your location! Now get out of there! – Natto said, with a concerned tone. The other saiyan laughed as he responded. ”Hell no! I’m going to fight those bastards and get my revenge! Just come help me! Oh no… They are here! They followed me! Dammit! I don’t think I will survive! Hahahaha! Dammit! If I had just a few more minutes…” he said laughing, as someone who was accepting his own death, which confused Natto. ”What?! I could swear that he was running away!” he thought, as he tried to respond. – Hey, you! I’m an elite warrior, I will handle it! Just get out of there! – he shouted, feeling restless now.

”You are elite?! Lucky me! At least you will be able to avenge me than! I feel good now! Hahahaa!” the guy sounded a little insane to Natto’s standards, but he knew that saiyans could be somehow suicidal sometimes. – Dammit! Get out of there you fool! – he shouted again, almost begging. The final response was a proud but morbid one. ”Dead men are no fools! They are just dead! Hahahaha! Over!” and with that, the last thing he could hear was the disturbing sound of ki blasts being fired and screams, before the communication was cut. Natto angrily punched the ground, opening a crater on it. ”Damn! Our race is filled with idiots!!” he thought to himself, rather pissed with how saiyans proud would often get the best of them. Anyway, he had to do something. He could not allow some aliens to come to Vegeta and to their bidding, getting as far as to defy the Saiyan Solar Empire, killing it’s soldiers. The day of the reckoning would come to those filthy bastards, and that day was today.

Natto concentrated his ki, flaring his ghostly-white ki aura, and jumped into the sky, flying as fast as he could towards the northern capital of the ancient tuffle ruin. Anger filled his heart as he wanted to avenge them. He didn’t personally know those soldiers, but some of them were saiyans and others loyal to the saiyans. Such an offense could not be left unpunished, as it would send a message to the other races that killing them was not a big deal. ”I’m gonna destroy those bastards!!” he gritted his teeth as he approached the coordinates. His scouter was quick to detect 3 sources of power levels of around 1000. There, on the ground there was a dead body almost unrecognizable by the amount of blasts it received and three figures that were covered in some sort of anti-gas armor with its special feature being the prominent gas mask.

They immediately noticed Natto and aimed their hands targeting the saiyan as they started firing a rapidly succession of ki blasts. The young saiyan, however, was too fast for them, and rolled in the air, evading them all before he vanished. Natto reappeared behind one of them, putting him into a sleeper hold before breaking his neck with a crack. The other two tried to hit him with another volley of blasts, but he was quick to dodge, by lowering his body and hitting one of them with a violent kick to the gut that sent him flying away. Spinning around, Natto charged a powerful ki blast to his right hand and fired it at point blank at the last one’s face, blowing it away in a huge mess of brains and brown stinky blood. As soon as he finished that, he went to were the saiyans body was laying and stared at it. He was severely injured in an almost cruel way. Natto sighed, feeling a little sad for the fellow companion, but there was nothing else he could do. ”Just let me give you a proper grave, my friend.” he decided, as he started to dig the barren wasteland to make a small pit. It wasn’t a proper grave… it was a whole in the middle of nowhere, but it was better than leaving him to rot out in the open.

As soon as Natto finished the small burial, he stared at the direction of the northern capital, feeling rather unease. ”I can’t spend much time in there… The radiation could be deadly… But I have to eliminate them and destroy their ship!” he decided, as he flared his ki aura again, flying away from that spot and towards the ancient ruined capital, leaving a trail of white ki energy behind him, scratching the skies.

As he approached it, he could feel the air getting harder to breathe, like it was scratching his nostrils and throat, but he chose to ignore it as much as he could. Somehow his scouter began to malfunction as soon as he got into the city perimeter, just like that saiyan reported. ”He didn’t even say his name…” he thought, as he wondered how he would feel if he knew he was about to die in some random place, never to be found again. It was a very sad way to die, but that was one of the risks of being a member of an intergalactic empire composed of the strongest warriors on the universe, that had tons of terrible enemies. But those were being a way too bold. ”To invade saiyan territory like that, on our own planet… I can’t help but to think that it is somehow related to the impending war… But would our enemies already know about our intention? I surely hope not!” he couldn’t never know what led those aliens to invade, and he could only theorize. But he had no time to waste on that now. He had a work to do.

Suddenly, a loud whistle was heard and he was barely able to dodge an incoming ki blast from behind. As he looked towards that he saw one of those aliens coming out of a ruined building with his hand aiming toward Natto. The young saiyan wasted no time, and quickly dispatched him with a powerful and deadly hook to the gut, as he dashed forward like a bullet. However, Natto had no time to celebrate, as he heard more of those noises and in a blink of an eye, he was surrounded by 10 of those creatures, firing from all directions. ”What’s wrong with my scouter? It’s just not working!” what the dead saiyan said was true. Something was happening with the device around that area that would stop it from properly functioning. And as Natto wasn’t able to feel ki presence, he was virtually blind. Moving his body was swiftly as his weighted battle suit allowed him to, he dodged the blasts; some of them with slack, others scraping really close to his skin. For a split of a second he thought about throwing away his weighted armor and fight with his full power.

”If I do that my power level will skyrocket to 33.472! I will be able to eliminate them all in a blink of an eye!... But!...” an almost insane smile appeared on his face, as he chuckled quite a bit. “If I can manage to do this wearing my weighted armor… I will get much stronger before! This is gonna be some serious training!! Hahahaha!” he realized and, with that in mind, he was adamant about keeping his weighted battle suit on at all costs, that was his saiyan pride speaking instead of his reason. Luckily, he was much stronger than that whole low level platoon, and his pride wouldn’t get him killed easily.

Natto charged his energy on both hands as he brought his arms to the side of his body. Immediately after, as he barrel rolled another volley of attacks, he started throwing his hands forward, as he spun around his enemies as fast as he could, firing a rapidly succession of blue colored ki energy blasts. One after the other, he hit, killing them all with a deadly aim, wasting no energy as all the blasts were an one-hit-K.O. ”Serves you right!” he thought, with a smile on his face. He remained there, high up in the sky, alert of his surroundings, but as no one appeared, he assumed it was safe to keep on moving forward, looking for the aliens spaceship.

As he flew slowly through the city, he started coughing a bit due to the poisonous radioactive air. ”It is starting to take it’s tools on my body…” he concluded. Natto had to be quick; otherwise he could actually be killed. Not by his enemies, but to some stupid radiation and that would be an incredibly embarrassing way to die.

Out of nowhere a huge blast hit Natto from below, making him scream in pain as he was sent sailing through the air. Before he could do anything else, he also got sledgehammered to the ground, piercing through a ruined building on his way down, before opening a big crater as his body hit the ground. – Ugh! – he groaned as he got up to his four. ”Dammit! Not being able to detect them is a terrible pain! What the heck is they doing with my scouter!” but before he could think further, someone came sprinting towards him, trying to goal kick him to the face. Natto pushed himself up, leaning his head backwards, barely dodging the kick. As he crouched the young saiyan threw a sweep kick, spinning his body, making the enemy fall to the ground. As he fell, Natto front flipped landing with his heel on the alien’s neck, killing him by breaking his glottis and neck.

Another one came from behind, sleep holding Natto. But the saiyan was stronger and managed to break free from that grasp by throwing and elbow to his stomach, followed by a punch with the back of the fist to his face, breaking his skull and killing him. Another three ki blasts came and Natto deflected them, but before he could counter, he felt suddenly dizzy due to the radiation and started coughing uncontrollably. ”Ugh! Dammit!” as he lowered his guard, he was sucker punched to the face by one of the aliens and sent rolling through the ground. Immediately after that, another alien came to punch him. ”I cannot allow my body to receive such a punishment! I’m already having to deal with the radiation!” he thought. Quickly he put both hands on the ground and fired a weak ki wave, with the sole purpose of propelling his body out of that kill zone. As he gained altitude, he got a better grip on the situation, and started his counter.

Natto vanished and reappeared roundhouse kicking one of them to the face, breaking his neck. Following that, he dashed toward the other, throwing a high jump kick right to his face and finishing him off with a ki blast immediately after the kick. The last one came sprinting, charging some energy on his hand and fired an energy wave that got deflected by a punch. As he deflected the wave, he pointed his open palm to the alien and fired two ki blasts, destroying his body with his raw power. He had just eliminated more on them, but still nowhere close to their spaceship.

”I’m on a race against time, but I cannot burst into their numbers again, otherwise will be only throwing myself from one kill zone to another… I have to be discrete and find out where they are…” he decided, but he had to be quick and deadly. Natto began walking as stealthy as he could in between the ruins of the ancient northern capital of the tuffles, and after a couple of minutes, he saw some weird scene. The masked aliens were digging some sort of whole on what seemed to be a ruin of a laboratory and were carrying some stuff on a small container into a small pilotless floating cargo ship. Natto looked at that with a puzzled expression as he waited for the cargo ship to be fully loaded by that shipment that he couldn’t find out what it was.

He had to fight against the urge to cough and he felt some blood running down his nostril. It wasn’t much, but it was enough of a sign as to his body condition. Natto wiped the blood out with the back of his glove, tainting it red quite a bit, but kept observing the situation. The cargo ship then floated away into another part of the city and, somehow the air oscillated a couple miles from where he was. A sudden snap came to his mind. ”Their spaceship is camouflaged!” that made quite a lot of sense. Just to be certain, he waited for another cargo ship to be loaded. The ship went to the same direction and the air did the very same thing confirming his suspicions. ”Most definitely a camouflaged spaceship! Treacherous bastards!” he thought to himself, gritting his teeth and before being able to act, he coughed intensely. ”Crapbaskets!” he cursed himself, as the aliens noticed his location and started speaking in some random language, in a distressed tone.

– A casa caiu mô brodi! Os saiyajin tão aqui patrão... Esse aí deve ser barra pesada pra ter passado por cima dos homi que nois deixamo nas quebrada! – they spoke, and right after that, a lot of them came rushing towards Natto. Well… Natto hoped he could just go straight to the spaceship, but he had no other option but to fight against the remaining aliens that were loading the cargo ship.

They were definitely smuggling something out of the ruin, but Natto was no scientist, so he wouldn’t know what it was. And since they all were protected with anti-radiation gear, they seemed to know what they were doing. Maybe it wasn’t something so extraordinary, but still Natto couldn’t allow them to succeed on invading Planet Vegeta that easily. However, since he was still wearing his weighted battle suit and the radiation was starting to hurt his body, he was weaker than his regular weighted self now, and he noticed it as he almost lost his time dodging one punch, and as his counter, an elbow to the aliens face didn’t right away kill him. ”Getting hard!” he realized, as he had to grab the aliens neck and snap it, to kill him. Another two came sprinting, trying to flank him, to which he responded by stretching his arms wide opened, pointing his palm towards both of them and firing a rapidly energy volley of 3 ki blasts towards each, instantly killing them with the third hit.

One of them appeared behind Natto, grabbing him into a full-nelson and before he could break free from it, another two came in front of him. ”Oh no…” they didn’t waste any time, as they started punishing with strong blows to the face and stomach. He lost count of how many hits he received because the dizziness of the radiation got to him again, making his body feel rather numb. He could feel his face swelling and blood dripping down his nose. ”I will not die here!” Natto suddenly flared his ghostly-white ki aura, regaining some of his strength and, as one alien tried to punch him, he intercepted his arm with a strong knee, breaking it. With the same leg he kicked the other to the face, before grabbing the neck of the alien holding him, then turned to face the other direction, pulling his opponent over his shoulders, in an over the shoulder neck drag, hitting his back hard into the ground and stepping onto his head, finishing him off.

But he would have no peace. From his blind spot, a huge energy wave came scratching through the air, hitting him straight on his right arm, making him fall, skidding through the ground. The pain was huge and his arm was badly injured. ”Dammit! I can’t move my arm!” his right arm was out of the game until he could manage to spend some time on a medical machine, but he still had one job to do.

There were only three aliens left and he figured they all had already boarded into the ship. ”How will I destroy this ship without my right arm?! My strongest attack is used with my right hand… I don’t know if I can manage to use it with the left hand… But I don’t have the time to think about it right now! I’ve got to kill those bastards in front of me first!”. The aliens seemed more confident since they had managed to injury Natto’s right arm, but the young saiyan wouldn’t give up just yet. Once again he had to fight against the will of taking out his weighted battle suit, but he knew it was an obstacle he had to manage to overcome; otherwise he would be stuck on a low tier elite warrior. He immediately remembered the training session on the palace’s training grounds, where a young mocha-skinned saiyan girl turned into a super saiyan, showing to Natto how weak and useless he still was, even though he reached a power level he had never dreamt before.

The aliens started firing ki blasts, to which he dodged by slightly rotating his body as he kept rushing forward. When he got into a melee distance, he dashed as fast as he could towards one of them. He wrapped his opponent with his arm around his chest and neck, forcing him towards another alien, that couldn’t escape the strong lariat, and then Natto forced them to the ground, striking them with all his might. He instantly one-hit-K.O’ed them with that attack, and the other alien, in a burst of anger, punched Natto to the face, making him spit a tooth. The saiyan glared at the attacker with raw fury on his eyes. ”That’s the end of it!”. Natto proceeded to vanish, reappearing on the back of the last remaining foe, and attacking him with a enzui burning lariat, which was almost the same attack, but without rushing and aiming for the back of the neck.

Even though it was a weaker blow, since it hit such a fragile area like the spine, it was enough to kill the last one of them. Natto was panting and then spit quite a considerable amount of blood. When he looked to where the spaceship was supposed to be he saw that it was already into the sky, getting ready to leave the planet. ”I can’t allow them to leave! But… To fire my Super Tyrant Lancer with my left arm… It just won’t do… But I have an idea!” Natto closed his eyes, concentrating all of himself into remembering the rampaging destructive power of the Great Ape’s mouth blast. If he could manage to fire a powered up version of that, he might very well destroy that spaceship with a single hit as it wasn’t that big, making him even wonder how it could carry so many of those weird alien scum.

Natto’s ki was being fully charged into his mouth as he flew towards the spaceship, with his right arm hanging loose, as it was injured. His mouth started glowing in a purplish tone, as he felt the immense power gathering. ”I can do it!” he was feeling really confident on his skills and he wouldn’t allow those freaking smugglers to get away with whatever that thing was. As soon as he got into firing range, Natto opened his mouth as much as he could, with his brows furrowed and fired an immense purple mouth blast toward the ship, with its name echoing from his voice.

– BREAK CANNON!!! – he shouted as he fired his fully powered energy wave, hitting the spaceship right on the mark. A huge explosion took over the skies as the pieces of the ship and its crew started falling to the ground. Planet Vegeta was free from those scum and the low-class platoon was avenged. A subtle smile appeared upon Natto’s face before he started coughing again, almost vomiting blood, as he was almost depleted of his own energy, and quite beaten by the radiation. ”Now I must get the hell away from this forsaken place, or I won’t live to celebrate my victory!” and with that in mind, he rushed to the medical facility on Cacumber Capital, leaving only a trail of white ki energy behind him.

He never discovered what was being smuggled by those gas masked aliens, but whatever it was it had to be stopped. He was happy that he had fulfilled his duty and also very proud that he managed to do so using his weighted battle suit. He was indeed becoming a fine warrior and soon enough he would grow pass the average saiyan warrior. In his own mind, if so many people were being able to become the legendary warrior known as the super saiyan, he too would be able to tap into that huge unimaginable power. Never before he grew so much in such a little time. Maybe... Just maybe Natto was destined to play a big part on the Saiyan Solar Empire's history.

However, to be able to play any part in any history of anything it required for the person to be alive long enough to do so, and Natto barely made out of the ancient tuffles ruins alive. He coughed blood all the way back to the Capital and almost fainted another plenty of times, but luckily he got into the medical machine on time to save his body from the radiation.