Ashes lay everwhere, Zod survayed the damage he'd just inflicted. "Peculier.." he thought to himself, such harty folk, which such defiance to over rule their obvious fear of him, much like the weaklings on earth. It was odd to find such insanity on another system so soon after his encounter with Kal El. No matter, after he was finished here in aquiring these....DRAGON BALLS, he would return to earth, and make that blind welp Kal-El eat his words of defiance peice by peice-
Suddenly he noticed something moving in the horizen, it looked like mere smoke shapes from the flaming corpses or debres, but as he used his telescopic vision, he could see that it was a being aproaching. Not slumped over or limp, or even off balance from the previous battle. He walked with determination, for his stride was long, and with an air of royalty about him, their was definate pride in his step, and with the way his broad shoulders swayed without prevention, he could tell thier was spite, and contempt driving him towards him.
As he moved past the smoke of before him, he could clearly see his face, it was strong boned, and fixed, fixed with one thing in his eyes, he meant to destroy him. How refreshing, he had much more frustration to take out on someone, this battle would be just what the doctor ordered. As he'd guessed, his jaw and manner dictated to that of a royal leniage or monarchy, and it was of no pampering, he came from a world of war, for he carried himself like a warrior as much as he did a prince.
Deciding to brake the silance Zod called out, arms folded, "State your name being." The new comer stopped in his tracks, gaze never leaving Zod's. However he did not reply but simply stared at him the longer, he WAS speaking to him, but with his eyes, it was apearently BELOW him to converse with unknown beings.
His eyes read:"It doesn't matter, you won't live long enough to make use of it." He'd read simaler messages in his opponent's faces before, he would endulge this being for a time, "I see I am obviously overlooking your protocall, I am General Zod."
Still no reply.
"With the pleasentries over, I must insist you state YOUR person, and identify your stance. This planent coincidently is now MINE, and you can either be a deciple in my new order here, or yet another foe that will be trampled into this world primordial dust."
The straner smiled slightly, "You really do not know whome you address?" He finally said. "Do you not know a Saiyan when you see one?"
Zod finally saw the circumstance, he knew he'd recognized his race before, but it had not quite clicked until now. The Saiyans' were indeed a war bent race, amazing creatures of strength, tenacity and power, much likened to the worlds HE used to hold in his palm, and what he desired to be the fate of Krypton, AND earth....
"This planet is pathetic.." The Saiyan said finally. "It's defences are remidial, and it's tenacity minimal at best. But they've done nothing to involve your VENGANCE, or DOMINATION, or whatever reason you have b you have here. I my buisness here is as yet unfinished and does NOT involve the loss of the considerable populous. You've become an obsticle, and will be treated acordingly KRYPTIONIAN.
Zod smirked this time, "Well Saiyen, or should I say your grace, let me offer you the warning, on my own planet, I am likened to that of a GOD, on others, my power increases, and your planet's atmospher respects me well by it's fueling of my ablities. The choice before you stands, Kneel before Zod, or face oblivion."
The Saiyan continued his glare, and motioned into a stance of attack, VEGETA, Prince of the Sayians, KNEELS BEFORE NONE!!!