"Don't you know it's rude to point?" she shouted. Hyakuhei turned and gazed at her, amused by her angry expression. He bowed slightly.

"Excuse me for being so rude, my dear lady," His eyes had an amused glimmer. He was making fun of her! She stomped her foot and was about to tell him off when someone laid a cold, clammy hand on her shoulder. She yelped and spun around.

It was Gohan.

"Don't, Bulma," he said, his eyes flickering between Hyakuhei and the group. He looked sick, with his skin pale and his eyes dull. Bulma frowned.

"Are you okay, Gohan? You don't look so good," she remarked, worried.

Gohan nodded his head slowly. "I'm fine."

Hyakuhei was a little bit ahead of them, so the group started after him. They stared silently around them.

They were in a very strange place. The walls seemed to be made of swirling mist, and there was no doors or windows. It was completely bare, and the walls glowed brightly, so bright you had to squint to look at them. The room or hallway or whatever was very long, seeming to stretch on and on as the small group followed Hyakuhei. But they could not keep up with him, and his dark figure disappeared in the swirling mist. Still they walked on, hoping Hyakuhei hadn't made a turn somewhere. They came to a dead end and stared at the swirling wall, not sure what to do next.

"Stupid humans. Come, and keep up this time."

Hyakuhei was standing behind them, his arms crossed. His gray eyes were narrowed and his mouth twisted, as though the idea of getting lost here was simply ridiculous. He turned around, his shimmery black cape swirling, and began striding away.

He lead them into a huge room. It seemed enormous, and was filled with long, silver tables. On one side of the room the tables held laptops, and on the other was gigantic rolls of paper.

Hyakuhei stood in front of them and spread his arms out, indicating the room.

"You have been chosen to work for me. In return for your work, I shall spare your lives. Each one of you has a...computer, I believe you call them, and each of you has a certain task to complete. You shall start working immediately. Any materials you need can be found in that room over there."

Soundlessly, the group wandered around the room, looking for the computer with their name on the screen. Each computer gave them details on what they had to do. Bulma was to make minuscule ray guns, strong enough to destroy planets. Dr. Briefs was to make a heat sensor that could also count how many sources of heat there was, and could detect heat on other planets. Trunks and Gohan were to test the machines, and Mrs. Briefs was told to give out drinks and food, since she was not useful in any other way.

Seeing that they were all busy, Hyakuhei went to finish off the rest of the humans. He teleported to the human realm and floated high above a city. He formed a ki ball in his left hand, and charged it. He closed his other fist around the ball and charged it more until his whole arm was surrounded by the flowing ki. Hyakuhei punched his fist down, opening his hand. The ki surged out of his palm, glowing brighter as it raced towards the earth.

People looked up with little interest as they noticed the ki blast. But as it became closer, it seemed to grow larger, and the humans didn't ignore the blast anymore. Instead they panicked, running around and screaming, as though it was going to help. The ground seemed to erupt when the ki collided with the earth. With a strange, hissing sound, the ki flowed through the streets, not harming anything, just filling the streets and houses with ki. The citizens began to calm down when they noticed nothing dangerous was happening.

Then the earth began to shake. Slowly, the ki glowed brighter and brighter, gradually eating away at anything in it. Humans were being slowly killed, their skin burning away layer by layer until they collapsed. When the ki had done its job and been absorbed by the earth, the city was in ruin. Houses were collapsed, buildings were toppled over, and what had been pavement was now dust. The coppery stench of blood rose in the air. Hyakuhei looked pleased.

He flew to other major cities, destroying them just as easily and painfully as the first. No one tried to stop him.

No one could. Either they were too weak, or Hyakuhei was too fast for them. Puar and Oolong were off collecting the Dragonballs to wish back Goku. Vegeta, meanwhile, had locked himself in the gravity room, again pushing himself to the limit and trying to think of a plan.

Every waking hour Vegeta spent training. He needed to get stronger! He had to defeat Hyakuhei. If he didn't, there was no telling what could happen.

One day, as he was taking a short rest, he realized something. He hadn't seen his son in a while. Or Bulma. Worried, he walked out of the room and into the building. He looked around. The place was a mess! The kitchen was dirty and various items were thrown all over the place. He heard footsteps and turned. It was Bra!

"Where's your mother?" he asked. Her eyes filled with tears.

"I-I don't know! I haven't seen her or Trunks since forever!"

she cried.

Vegeta frowned deeply.

"You stay here and don't do anything. I have to go do something."

With that, Vegeta flew out the window. He didn't know what he was doing, but he had to do something. Maybe he was strong enough to defeat Hyakuhei now. He didn't know, but he could try.

Hyakuhei was easy to find. The man was floating above what had been a cluster of small towns, a strange gleam in his eye. Vegeta snarled and flew at Hyakuhei, his fist extended. Without turning, Hyakuhei grabbed Vegeta's fist and stopped him. He yanked Vegeta to an upright position and pulled Vegeta in front of him while Vegeta struggled to free his fist.

"Hello," Hyakuhei said, analyzing the man in front of him. He was short, but powerful, despite his small stature. The man was also angry, and even a little frightened. Such an intriguing combination, thought Hyakuhei. And he looked a little familiar, a bit like one of the enslaved people in his realm. He thought a moment, then he realized who this man looked like.

The human with the odd colored hair, working with the scientists. This man in front of him, if he was right, was his father. Hyakuhei squeezed his fist tighter, vaguely listening to the man's bones snap. This man was of no use to him, but he was a little bored of simply blasting things. A little physical combat would be a pleasant change of pace. Hyakuhei released the man's broken fist and spread out his arms, his palms turned out as if inviting attack.

The man responded predictably. He lunged at Hyakuhei and vanished. Pitiful move, Hyakuhei thought as he spun around and slammed a foot in Vegeta's face just as he reappeared above Hyakuhei's head. Droplets of blood flew in the air as Vegeta fell backward.

He recovered quickly. How had that guy known where he was going to attack from? He couldn't have been able to see him, he had been moving too fast...or had he? It was frustrating to not know his oponent' abilities. Vegeta growled angrily and powered into Super Saiya-jin.

"That will not help you," Hyakuhei said cooly as he buried his fist in Vegeta's abdomen. Vegeta doubled over and was about to straighten up when Hyakuhei landed a high roundhouse kick on the side of his skull.

Vegeta swayed in the air a moment, then began falling to earth. Hyakuhei heard a soft thud when his body crashed into the ground.

It was too bad. Hyakuhei had hoped the man would've lasted a little longer than three hits. But the beings on this planet were unbelievably weak. Hyakuhei stared at the motionless heap that was Vegeta, expecting him to get up again. Then, with a slight shrug, Hyakuhei returned to his realm.