Lone Survivor:

AN: What if more than 4 Saiyans survived? Question answered here..

Disclaimer: I do not own dragonball Z. I am merely using the characters and the concept to write fanfictions. So please don't sue me!! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------- Chapter 1: The arrival

The raven haired Saiyan sighed as she once again slammed her communicator down. "Nothing," she exclaimed. "Not a single reply in over 4 years." Videl relaxed, letting her back mould against the cushioned seat. She glanced at the communicator, feeling a sudden urge to try again. There was no way she was going back to planet Lochloan again, there was no future for her there. Gingerly, she picked up the communicator. "Hello? Is there anyone there? I repeat.."

Gohan was helping Bulma Briefs clear out all the junk in her garage. He'd never seen so many discarded devices and old magazines before in his life. "Phew," he sighed as he threw the last device from Radditz' Saiyan space pod, which landed over 14years ago on Earth, into the cardboard box labelled: 'Trash.' Just touching the devices Bulma had saved made Gohan cringe as memories of that day came to his head. Having to witness his father's death at the age of 4 and a ½ wasn't something that he wanted to recall.

"Hello? Is there anyone there?"

Gohan's ears pricked at the sound of the muffled voice, and he looked over at Bulma who was dusting the shelves.

"I repeat.."

'There it was again!' Gohan thought, and traced the sound to the trash box.

Videl sighed at the sound of the familiar silence and quiet muffled sound from the communicator. "This is hopeless," she said out loud, and frowned.

"Look, I'm not going to ask again! Please! Is there anyone out there?"

Gohan looked into the contents of the box and saw a red light blink on and off. He lifted the white object out of the box, to find it was a communicator of some sort.

Videl heard a loud muffling sound that hurt her eyes, and then, a voice! "Erm, hello?" Her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat at the sound of the voice, a male it sounded like. She suddenly became excited and replied, hoping that it wasn't just her mind playing tricks on her. 'I've found a Saiyan!' She told herself. 'Mother was right! There are more of us afterall!'

"Hello there!!" Gohan smiled, 'where is this voice coming from? And who is it coming from?' He asked himself, and finally spoke into the communicator once more, attracting the attention of Bulma.

"Who is this?"

"Who are you talking to Gohan?"

Videl had to strain her ears to hear the second voice, which sounded female. 'So,' she smiled. 'There's more than one Saiyan alive! This just gets better and better!'

"My name is Videl Satan. I am a Saiyan survivor, and I've been searching for other Saiyans ever since Frieza killed my parents." Gohan gaped as he listened to her, and shot a dagger glance at Bulma. "Ha ha, very funny Bulma." The middle-aged woman turned and stared at Gohan with a puzzled expression. "What are you talking about Gohan?" "You pre-recorded the messages. Quite smart, but it's not very funny." "No I didn't! I swear! I've got nothing to do with this!" They both gaped at each other, then stared at the communicator.

Videl could barely hear the conversation, and the communicator was starting to become more and more fuzzy. 'No! Not now! Work damn you'

"Are you there? HELLO!?"

Gohan blinked several times as the communicator squeaked from her loud voice, and then finally came to his senses. "Yeah, we're here. Erm, where are you right now?"

"Right now I'm in a space pod, floating around in space."

"Uh huh, and this is for real, right?"

Videl frowned deeply, jumping to conclusions. 'Uh oh, maybe I've communicated with a non-Saiyan! But, that can't be right. Apart from Frieza, Saiyans are the most powerful beings in the universe! That is, if Frieza's still alive.'

"Erm, this is Radditz I'm talking to, isn't it? Or maybe another Saiyan?"

Gohan laughed nervously, "erm, yeah, I guess you could say that. Radditz died over 15years ago. There are two full blooded Saiyans left, and then there's me; half saiyan, and half human."

Videl narrowed her eyes to listen; for one thing, he was going way too fast for her. Secondly, the communicator was breaking up on her.

"Well....there...where...you?" Gohan strained his ears to hear, bringing the communicator right up to his ears.

"What? You're breaking up! I don't understand!" The communicator completely went fuzzy, and Bulma and Gohan exchanged glances.

"NO! NO NO NOOO!" Videl cried out loud as the communicator went dead on her, and banged her head against the white cushioned wall of the small pod. Her limbs were numb, but most of all, she was extremely angry. "STUPID SON OF A BITCH! WHY'D YOU HAVE TO FUCK UP NOW? OF ALL TIMES! UGH!" She inhaled deeply, and exhaled several times, trying to calm down. Then, she looked at the co-ordinates on the communicator, and deeply frowned. "Earth?" Smiling with excitement, she typed in the co-ordinates for her new destination. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------
Gohan, Goku, ChiChi, Bulma, Picollo, and Vegeta all sat in Bulma's lounge at capsule corp. The communicator lay dormant on the coffee table, and all eyes and attention was on Gohan as he explained the events from earlier. "So you see," he finished. "There may be another Saiyan in space somewhere."

"That's the most ridiculous story I ever heard in my entire life!" Vegeta exclaimed as he folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe. "Only 4 Saiyans survived; Nappa, Radditz, Goku, and myself. It is impossible that there were 3 others! We would've found them ages ago!" Goku scratched his head, frowning slightly.

"Well I was on Earth, and you didn't find me until a few years ago." Vegeta scowled and Goku sunk back into the comfy sofa.

"That is beside the point Kakarrot!"

"Well I believe it Vegeta," Bulma hissed. "I was there, I heard her voice!"

"It's a practical joke!" Vegeta bit back, and Bulma rolled her eyes. "One of the brats trying to be funny."

"It was a girl's voice Vegeta, not Trunk's voice, and not Goten's voice."

"Besides," ChiChi chipped in. "They were at our house sparring, and I don't think that they're capable of such a plot."

Picollo, who had remained silent, finally spoke up. "Still, it could be a trap. I'm not saying I don't believe you, but we have to be cautious." Goku frowned once more, still puzzled with the whole situation.

"But who would set a trap for us? No one on Earth really knows about us, and neither does anyone in space apart from peaceful people like the Nameks and Yardats."

Bulma suddenly stood up, agitated with the whole conversation. "You've blown this completely out of proportion. She's probably just a harmless Saiyan trying to find more of her kind. It's understandable! Now, I'm going to fix this communicator. Maybe she'll try to communicate with us again." She picked up the white device, and left the room. Vegeta harrumphed and turned his back on everyone. "Well, that was pointless! Don't disturb my training again boy, unless it's important!"

Gohan merely sighed as Vegeta left, and turned to his parents and Picollo. "I don't think she wanted to harm anyone. Bulma's right, she's just looking for other Saiyans. Think about it, being alone your whole life, not knowing anyone else of your kind. Pretty scary I think."

ChiChi nodded and glanced at Goku, who hadn't known anything about his heritage until Radditz had arrived.

"I feel sorry for the poor girl, and look forward to meeting here if she makes it to Earth. She could be anywhere, and it could take any amount of time for her to find us; days, months, even years.."

Five months passed, and the communicator incident was almost forgotten. Bulma attempted to fix the device, but found that there was nothing wrong with it. Gohan tried to communicate several times, but gave up after two months of no reply. Life was normal on Earth; Vegeta trained to surpass Goku, Gohan went to high school and sparred with Goten, Picollo, Goku, and occasionally Vegeta at the weekend, Krillen, 18, and Marron visited or were visited now and again, so all in all, Earth was peaceful.

It was a hot, sunny, Wednesday evening at Capsule Corp. Gohan rested under a weeping willow tree by the nearby river, while Goten and Trunks were bug hunting. He had just about closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, when he heard a crash in the distance. He abruptly sat up to see birds appearing from trees flying away from the direction of the loud bang. 'What in Kame's name was that?' He thought and stood up, dusting off the dirt from his navy blue gi. 'The moment I get a chance rest, something just has to happen!' Gohan suddenly rose into the air and flew in the direction of the crash.

The air was dusty and the atmosphere tense and silent. The once green and grassy land now consisting of burnt soil scarred by a deep and wide crack in the Earth, where smoke was filing out. Gohan frowned and landed, becoming a little worried. He walked closer to the edge of the gap in the ground, and peered through the smoke to see an oval shaped object set half way into the Earth. Excited an anxious about the Saiyan space pod, Gohan skidded down to the burnt ground below, and fanned away the smoke. He suddenly jumped back as he heard a bang from the pod, and the door slowly lifted up eventually. Gohan shielded his eyes as more smoke appeared, then dropped his arm to witness a figure dressed in Saiyan armour and a crimson lycra body suit which covered it's legs but not it's arms. The figure was petite, but had toned muscles, and as the raven-haired head lifted, Gohan stared into her big, cerulean eyes. The smoke was beginning to thin out a little, and Gohan raised his hand to signal a greeting.

"Hi." he greeted her calmly, even though his heart was beating rapidly. She stared at him momentarily with wide eyes, her face serious. His voice was familiar, and she hoped that her co-ordinates had been correct. However, she didn't have the energy right now to speak, and fell sideways. Gohan's instincts kicked in, and he caught her before she hit the ground, supporting her weight easily in his strong arms. Her long lashed eyes closed shut, and Gohan stared at her for a moment while she lay limp in his arms. She was a Saiyan; there was no doubt about that. Her face was shocked as she saw him for the first time, and then relieved, relieved that she had made it in one piece, and relieved that someone had found her. But her face also showed fear, and that worried Gohan. 'Why would she be afraid?'

Videl slowly opened her eyes to find herself lying in a white bed. Her whole body was numb, and she glanced down at her tingling arms to see tubes attached into her skin, covered by white plasters. A clear liquid ran through the tubes from a bag hanging from a tall, grey stand. She felt drowsy and weak, but managed to sit up and survey the room that she was in. It was oval shaped and pearl coloured, and the window was open to let a gentle breeze drift into the room. Birds sung outside, and the sun was shinning brightly, making the room even brighter, creating shadows here and there. Her armour and bodysuit had been removed, leaving her in a white vest top and grey shorts. Her long spiky hair had also been taken out of it's ponytails, and from the looks of it, combed out so that it was wavy and fell down to her mid back. "Well," she said out loud in a groggy voice. "I can't be sitting around all day. I've gotta find out where the hell I am!" She winced as she tore the plasters away from her arms, and stood up on weak feet, feeling them tingle slightly as they supported her weight. She walked over to the window, where she poked her head out to see a large garden, and a woman with blonde hair scraped up into a bun watering the many flowers. Videl stealthily slid her back against the wall so as not to be spotted, and then made her way over to the door, which was shut. She carefully pressed the green button, and the door slid open with a click. Videl crept outside on her tiptoes into the white corridor, and her head started to spin at seeing so many white walls and objects. She proceeded to walk down the corridor, and before she realised it, she was standing at an open door leading to a room, where a green-blue haired woman sat talking to an old man. Videl silently gasped and once again pressed her back against the wall, listening carefully.

"It's not gonna work Bulma, we don't know for sure that such a project would work."

"It's not like we don't have enough funding dad!" The woman's voice was eager and stubborn. "Besides, with a genius like moi as head of the project, we just can't go wrong! C'mon dad!" The man grunted, and then sighed.

"Well, you seem determined enough Bulma. You can start the project whenever you like."

"Thanks daddy!"

Videl heard footsteps approaching her and knew that there was no escape. She backed off, but wasn't fast enough, and the blue-green haired woman appeared from the doorway. She looked straight at Videl, and smiled.

"Hello there," her voice was friendly, but Videl kept her guard up. "It's about time you woke up. My name's Bulma. How are you feeling now?"

Videl frowned. 'Bulma? That name sounds familiar.'

"Erm," she cleared her throat nervously. "I'm fine."

Bulma cocked her head to the side, 'not even so much as a thankyou! Looks like we've got another Vegeta here.'

"You're the one who was speaking to us on the communicator, aren't you?" Videl frowned and nodded.

"It took me 6 months to make it here. I am on Earth, aren't I?"

"Yep. Gohan found you as you landed, but you must've fainted. You landed just a few metres from capsule corp." Videl's eyes brightened up a little.

"Gohan? Is he the half saiyan?" Bulma nodded, and Videl sighed with relief. "He's in the gravity chamber with the others. I'm sure he'll be glad to know you're okay. Do you want to go speak to him?"

"Yes, right away. I have much to ask."

"I'm sure you do," Bulma narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow at the girl's rudeness.

Gohan ducked as Vegeta lunged a punch at his face, then had to block as Vegeta rapidly punched and kicked him in random places. He was fast, too fast for Gohan, who received a fist to his cheek followed by a knee to his gut and a kick, which sent him flying into the wall. Vegeta harrumphed and descended to the ground, where he folded his arms.

"You're out of shape Gohan, too much studying and no training makes a very pathetic Saiyan indeed."

"I'm just warming up Vegeta!" Gohan powered up and disappeared, reappearing behind Vegeta, who was ready for the fist aimed at his back. Gohan took the offensive while Vegeta easily defended. However, he was distracted by the sound of the door opening, which automatically lowered the gravity back down to 0x. The distraction and gravity change made Gohan's final punch a lot faster, and it connected with Vegeta's jaw, sending him stumbling backwards.

Videl watched from the doorway as the two Saiyan warriors sparred feeling an urge to join them. Bulma walked into the room and Gohan and Vegeta turned to face her, acknowledging the Saiyan girl who stood in the doorway.

"Gohan, Vegeta, this is Videl Satan." The sound of Vegeta's name surprised Videl, and she turned to the short man with fire like, spiky, ebony hair.

"Prince Vegeta?!" She exclaimed, which brought a grin to the Saiyans face. Videl suddenly bowed her head and upper body, keeping her arms pinned to her sides. "It is an honour, your highness." Vegeta chuckled and folded his arms with authority, while Bulma rolled her eyes.

"It's about time I got some respect around here," he said in a gruff voice of superiority. He noticed the chestnut brown tail wrapped around her waist and raised his eyebrows, turning to Gohan.

"It seems you were right boy, there were more than 4 Saiyans who survived."

"Well guys, I'm gonna go call Goku, be right back."

Bulma hesitantly left, not really wanting to leave Videl in the room, but knew she wouldn't be gone long enough for them to cause any trouble. Videl observed the room shyly with her eyes, avoiding eye contact with the Saiyan men, but stealing a quick glance now and then. She could sense their strong power levels, and that made her excited to think that maybe she could become that powerful one day. Vegeta, however, stared right at the Saiyan girl, trying to sense her power level, and see if she would be a threat to him. 'Hmph,' he smirked, realising that her ki level was average. 'Just as weak as I thought, but as a Saiyan, she will definitely have potential.'

Gohan felt uncomfortable in the silent room, impatiently waiting for Bulma to arrive with his father, who would, no doubt, use instant translocation to arrive there. He had many questions to ask Videl, and knew that she too, would want answers. He watched her from the corner of his eye as she scuffed the tip of her toes onto the tiled, grey floor, looking bored and uncomfortable. She kept her eyes lowered, and Gohan wondered if that was out of respect for Vegeta, or if it was because she was shy. Two minutes felt like an hour, and Bulma finally returned with Goku, who raised his eyebrows at the silence before him.

"Who died?" He teased, but only Bulma chuckled, and Vegeta stared harshly at Goku's attempt of lightening up the situation. Goku smiled nervously, his hand behind his head, and glanced over at the Saiyan staring at him, her mouth slightly open.

"You," she stuttered, blinking several times. "You look just like General Bardock!" Bulma smiled, walking further into the gravity chamber, followed by Goku.

"He's his son, that's why."

Vegeta moved from his spot in solitude by the wall, moving closer to Videl. "And how do you know what Bardock looked like?" Videl tensed up under the Prince's scrutiny, and kept her head low.

"Well, your highness." Goku giggled as she addressed him, but was silenced by Vegeta's scowl. "My grandfather was an elite and he showed me photos of his squadron. General Bardock happened to be their leader." Gohan, who had remained quiet, finally spoke up.

"So, tell us Videl. How did you survive?" She glanced over at him, her cerulean eyes showing emotions; emotions from scars she didn't exactly want to re-open.

"It's a long story," she replied dryly, and Vegeta narrowed his eyes.

"We've got all day." She tried to smile, and laughed shakily.

"Erm..well, I guess I should start right at the beginning, before I was even born, right when my mother was a baby, and my grandparents were young mates. King Vegeta had an alliance and a treaty with Frieza, but rumours that Frieza was starting to doubt King Vegeta's loyalty were spreading. We weren't safe, and my grandparents knew that. But they couldn't just evacuate the planet on a rumour that could've false, and if it was true, Frieza would've hunted them down anyway. Besides, King Vegeta assured us that Vegetasei was safe." Vegeta banged his fist against the wall, breaking Videl's concentration.

"Damn my father! He was foolish to trust Frieza!"

"Calm down Vegeta," Bulma soothed. "What's done is done, it's all in the past. Videl, continue." She nodded, noticing the closeness that Vegeta and Bulma shared, and Bulma's concern over him.

"Well," she finally continued. "My grandparents told me that they weren't convinced, and neither were several other Saiyans. So, behind the King's back, they set up their own 'rebel' group. Their aim; was to get off the planet before it was too late. Amongst them were scientists, warriors, even those of noble birth, they were traitors, but they were determined to save themselves. I guess it was kinda selfish at the time, but you must understand that Vegetasei was a very unstable place to be at that time. Anyway, they managed to locate a distant planet; it was small, but uninhabited and stable enough for us to temporarily live on. So eventually, one by one, they evacuated, taking necessities only with them to avoid suspicion. Some even left family members behind, while others left material possessions. King Vegeta could do nothing to stop them though, he had economical problems of his own." She caught Vegeta frown and shake his head, and wondered if she had lost part of her pride by telling her story. Still she continued, eager to finish her story now that she had started. "Days later, they had arrived on the Planet which they named 'Seidou' (A.N: meaning 'Sanctuary.') Life was difficult, but they had to survive, and the few scientists began to build a spaceship out of our space pods. A month later, they received news from our space scouters that a meteor had destroyed Vegetasei. Of course, they didn't entirely believe it, but now, they were the only Saiyans left alive."

Videl paused and sighed, she was only just half way through her story, and was starting to feel tired from talking so much. However, the attention she received from everyone in the room urged her to continue.

"I'm gonna have to cut this short. Basically, the ship that the scientists were working on with help from everyone else on the planet was built in about 2 or 3months time. It was small, but could fit everyone into it if they needed to leave the planet. It also had a clever mirror device so that we appeared invisible as we moved through space, since we didn't have the correct devices and enough time to build a cloaking device. Scared that Frieza would find them on the planet, they made the spaceship their new home, thinking it would be permanent. As they travelled through space throughout the years, they stopped off at technically evolved planets and stole parts for our ship, making it bigger, and eventually adding a cloaking device. The years flew by, and my mother found her mate, Hercule. He was a warrior worthy of the Saiyan name, and a year later, I was born. However, the universe was becoming unstable as we found that more and more planets were being purged and some even destroyed by Frieza's henchmen. We knew that we wouldn't be safe, and the escape pods that we had built would not protect us forever in the vastness of space. So, we began to train, hoping that if threatened, we could put up a resistance. So far, with our technology, Frieza had discovered us many times, with a few close shaves too. He knew we couldn't run forever, and that one day, he would catch us."

"So what happened? Did he find you all?" Goku was intensely interested in her story, as were the others. Videl sighed, her emotions starting to show; anger, depression, and sadness.

"I was only 2years old at the time, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Our cloaking device wasn't advanced enough for Frieza, and he finally cornered us, aware of our mirrored ship. He blasted a hole through it easily; we had once again underestimated his power. The strongest of our warriors, including my father, tried to fight and distract him, while others tried to escape. But it was hopeless, as his henchmen were ready to stop anyone trying to run. My mother tried to escape with me, but we were caught. She died saving my life, making sure that I escaped safely. Thing is though, I was the only one who escaped, and lived."

"Where did you go? How did you avoid Frieza?" Gohan sympathised with her, realising that her childhood must've been a little like his fathers.

"I landed on Planet Lockloan where I was found by an old couple. They raised me, adopting me as their own. The inhabitants didn't accept me at first, but I was a harmless child, and the last of my kind, or so they thought. It wasn't like I could take over their planet or anything. About a year and a half later, I heard the news that Frieza had been killed, by a Saiyan. I went through different emotions, anger because I wanted to kill the monster who murdered my parents and people, but happy, happy that he was dead, and that another had survived. I wasn't alone anymore, and I had a reason to live again. I continued to train, and as soon as I was 13, my adopted parents allowed me to try to find more of my kind. And after 4 years of searching, I've finally found them."

The room was silent as Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, and Bulma contemplated on Videl's story. Videl felt awkward and once again scuffed her foot. She hated silence, and surveyed everyone nervously: Goku scratched his head and frowned with confusion, Bulma stood with her arms folded and a concerned expression on her face, Vegeta, PRINCE Vegeta that is, was frowning deeply and scowled as he caught Videl glance at him. She blushed nervously and finally turned her attention to the second youngest Saiyan in the room. Their eyes met briefly and he cracked a smile at her, though his eyes showed suspicion; he was onto her, and knew she was hiding much more than she let out.

"Well," Bulma finally broke the silence. "I think now we can understand you a little bit more Videl. How long are you staying on Earth?" Videl frowned slightly, not used to such hospitality from strangers.

"As long as I like," she answered coldly.

"So I take it you're here to find out a little more about Saiyans?" She nodded at Gohan's question, and Vegeta folded his arms.

"So the brat needs to be amongst Saiyans, and where better to go, than to the Sons house."

"Our house?" Goku and Gohan asked, and Bulma chuckled.

"Yeah, of course Videl, your always welcome to stay here if you like. It wouldn't be very interesting though since Vegeta spends all day training, and Trunks is usually with Goten."

"Then I'll go to the Sons house," she decided, not realising what she'd just got herself into.