Chapter 10: Deoxyribonucleic Rugby

As the pool of blood flooded over the damp sand, Turels's DNA bottle rolled out of his pocket. Goku walked over to see what it was.

"Wow!" Goku said, reading the vile. "Saiyan DNA! What does it do?"

"Get away from that!" THAT'S OURRRRRSS!!!" Brolli screamed as he tackled Goku. The bottle rolled out of his hand and onto the ground.

Vegeta smirked. "Maybe I'll just hold on to that for you, Brolli!" He picked it up and tossed it up and down in his hand.

"NOOO!!! Don't screw with it, Vegeta! It's very fragile!" Brolli cried.

"Fragile, eh?" Vegeta laughed a little. Then he laughed a lot. Then Vegeta was nearly rolling on the sand with uproarious hilarity.

"VEGETA!!!" Nappa used his SSJ ki and sent out a shockwave knocking Vegeta off his feet.

"Bastard!" Vegeta said through gritted teeth. "Just whom in the blue-hell do you think you're kidding?" he smiled a smirky grin. "I know exactly what this DNA does! It rejuvenates your Saiyan blood! It UNLEASHES your warrior-potential," Vegeta yelled. "And maybe…"he said, nodding at Turels's carcass, "…since it doesn't seem like your dead friend needs it, I'll shoot it up, so it doesn't go to waist."

"LIKE HELL!!!" And Raditz shot out a blast, but Vegeta ducked.

"Like hell, indeed, friend." And Vegeta held out his hand. Curls of electricity began licking around his palm. And a single band of lightening shot out, and hit Turels's armor. Then his hand flashed a bright blue beam, and he closed his palm. When he opened it, the syringe was inside. He loaded it, and stabbed it in his forearm. His body began to tingle, and he closed his eyes.