This is my second story and I'm really excited about it! Hopefully it won't take as long to finish as the first one ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ I'm just obsessed with it.
Chapter 1: Abduction
"Entering Earth's atmosphere in approximately thirty minutes."
The ship's captain pressed a button on his panel to silence the computer's icy voice. He moved to the window, examining the blue orb before him. Earth, he thought with disdain. He resented being sent on an errand. He was a high ranking officer, Frieza's second hand man. Why had he been given such a lowly chore?
"What I need you to retrieve is of great importance to me, Zarbon."Frieza's voice echoed in his head. The memory reassured him. Zarbon was given this task because others could not be trusted. He was still Frieza's most important man.
A massive pink blob of a man appeared at his side, chuckling. "I'm surprised we haven't blown up this shithole yet."
"Remember Dodoria, Frieza wants us on our best behavior. According to the database, Earthlings are rather delicate creatures." Zarbon's voice carried an air of class that his brutish companion lacked. Dodoria simply snorted.
Zarbon continued. "No one has been to this planet for some time so we'll need to do some reconnaissance. This place is pretty useless but there may be a diamond in the rough."
Bulma sat in Capsule Corp's giant laboratory alone, her eyes fixed on the screen in front of her. Clapping her hands together, she inhaled deeply. "I don't know why I bother checking my work," she said, smiling to herself. "I'm never wrong!"
She pushed a button on the keyboard and the machine beside her began to hum. With her hand behind her head, she leaned back and relaxed in her chair proudly. That morning she hadn't been feeling well but once she got to work all her worries flittered away. She was especially pleased because any work she managed to complete was less work for her father. At his age, Bulma really felt he should retire and relax but of course her father felt the opposite. He loved his work too much. He was stubborn as well. In fact, he had just accepted a massive military contract to spite her.
Bulma peeked into the little window on the machine. The synthetic material she created was forming nicely. It would be used for armor. Taking on her father's work was like killing two birds with one stone. Her dad got to relax and she got to do what she loved.
"There you are!" Dr. Briefs appeared at the door. "I've been looking for you all over!"
"Sorry, pop, almost done!" Bulma didn't look up from the machine window. "Come check this out. I got a prototype started for military armor. Sorry I beat you to it…" she gave her father a sheepish look, feeling a bit guilty.
Her father was unconcerned with that as he quickly shuffled over to her. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
Bulma's head perked to the side in confusion. She found the clock on the wall. Her hand slapped over her mouth as realization set in. It was 4:30, thirty minutes before her wedding ceremony was supposed to start.
"Shit!" Bulma jetted out of the lab. She ran to her room where her mother and stylist stood looking visibly frazzled.
"Sorry! I was working in the lab and I lost track of time," Bulma explained, pulling off her shirt.
Mrs. Briefs approached holding a long white gown. "On your wedding day, dear?"
"I was nervous this morning so I thought it would clear my head," Bulma said slipping into the white dress. "I just got carried away I guess"
Bulma's mother zipped her up. "It's okay everyone gets cold feet."
"I know that. I'm fine now…" responded Bulma despite the nervousness swirling in the pit of her stomach. She stared at herself in the mirror as the stylist fiddled with her hair. Her mermaid style gown hugged her curves perfectly. It was the kind of dress she fantasized about as a child, elegant and tasteful. Every detail of her wedding was exactly the way she'd always wanted. It was perfect. So why am I freaking out right now? She took in a calming breath and told herself, I wanted this. I'm the one that wanted this.
The stylist hustled her into a chair where he began applying Bulma's makeup as she sat lost in her own thoughts. If it was up to Yamcha, they would stay boyfriend and girlfriend forever. A pang of guilt mixed in with her unease. Bulma was the one who had been pressuring him so she should be happy, right?
"There we are…all done! I think I did pretty well despite the rush." The stylist's voice pulled Bulma out of her trance. He moved her to the full size mirror for final inspection.
Mrs. Briefs stood behind her, giving her shoulder's a squeeze. Her eyes were swelling with proud tears. "Oh Bulma, you look so beautiful."
"Mommy! Mommy! I want a picture with the pink one!"
Dodoria looked down in amazement at the tiny human that had dared to approach him. A taller human, who appeared to be her "mommy", stared nervously. She stood next to a man in a bear suit. "No honey, we already gave the teddy bear a dollar."
The child grumpily stomped back to her mother and the sidewalk performer. Zarbon was rather surprised at Dodoria. The two had been walking through this city gathering much attention from its citizens. With all the looks, he'd expected that Dodoria would've snapped and blown things up by now.
They stopped at a newsstand where they started flipping through periodicals for information. Most of them were trash, concerning celebrities and their exploits. Many of them had pictures of a blue haired woman in a white dress.
"Here we go," Dodoria said after flipping through a science journal. He showed the page to Zarbon. "He's one of the guys we're looking for right?"
Zarbon looked down at the photo of an old man in a lab coat. A black kitten sat on his shoulder. "Yes, that's him but we're looking for other promising subjects."
"That blue haired lady is in here too. She shares his last name," he said, showing Zarbon the picture on the next page.
Zarbon brushed it off. "I'm not so sure it's noteworthy. Since the earthlings seem to value beauty and fame, odds are she is useless to us."
"You should fit right in here then," Dodoria mumbled under his breath. As usual Zarbon was dismissing all of his input. He decided to read the article anyway.
"Hey weirdos!" the stand operator shouted. "This ain't a museum. Buy something or move along!" The two men ignored the puny human and continued reading. The man stomped out from behind his stand, approaching them. "Did you hear me? I said scra—"
He was silenced by Zarbon's finger. It loomed in front of his face with a tiny ball of light at its tip. The man stood frozen as the ki ball singed the end of his nose. "We're finished here anyway," Zarbon said, finally extinguishing his ki. He blasted off into the air with Dodoria close behind, leaving the man shaking on the ground below.
"Are you picking anything up on your scouter?" Zarbon asked his companion.
"No, there are no exceptional power levels on this planet," scoffed Dodoria.
"Then we will proceed as planned."
The wedding was taking place in a parlor on Capsule Corp's top floor. The sun shown down on hundreds of guests through the glass ceiling. In West City, it was considered the event of the year. Bulma and Yamcha's nuptuals had been in the papers for months now. Magazines gossiped over every detail.
Yamcha stood at the altar nervously twiddling his thumbs. Only five minutes or so had passed but it felt like an eternity. Was Bulma leaving him at the altar? An anxious sweat broke out on his forehead as his mind began to race. How could she? She's wanted us to get married forever…
Finally music began to play. Yamcha let out a sigh of relief as the bridal party slowly marched in.
Bulma took her father's arm to make her way down the aisle. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might bust out of her rib cage. She deepened her breath in an effort to slow her heartbeat. She made eye contact with Yamcha who beamed at her. There he is, she thought, the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.
His smile calmed her somewhat. He was good at that, she noted. Yamcha never took anything too seriously. Bulma loved that about him…sometimes. On the one hand his casual attitude kept her grounded, on the other his ennui could drive her crazy. She was surprised at how composed he seemed, standing there in his tuxedo with his long black hair falling past his shoulders. I can't believe he didn't cut it…she thought, her eyes narrowing on him. Sure when they were 17 she thought it was sexy but now that they were older, Bulma thought it might be nice if he tried something different. They'd even discussed it and he seemed to agree that a clean cut look would be best for the wedding. Jesus, he could've at least brushed it.
Dr. Briefs squeezed her arm. "Are you okay, honey?"
"Yeah, dad, I'm fine," she smiled. She was struggling to wrangle in her thoughts. All her brain could do was focus on every little negative thing. Shit, she scolded herself. I must have been making the most awful face…why am I doing this to myself?
At the end of the aisle Bulma hugged her father and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. Yamcha extended his hand to her. She took it, stepping up onto the altar platform.
As the minister began his speech, Yamcha examined Bulma's expression. Had she just been glaring at him?
Bulma noticed his uncertainty. She squeezed his hand to reassure him, giving him a sweet smile. I'm sorry, Yamcha. It's not your fault…my head's messed up.
"The bride and groom have prepared their own vows which they will declare now," the minister stated. He gave Yamcha a nod, signaling him to start.
Bulma's stomach lurched. She'd completely forgotten to write her vows. Her brain reached for words that she could string together into a speech.
"Bulma," Yamcha started after unfolding a paper from his pocket, "we've been together since we were kids and even though it hasn't always been smooth sailing, I knew you were the one I was meant to be with…"
As Yamcha spoke, Bulma's inner panic increased. Crap! Of course, his vows are super sweet. He's never been this sweet in his life but the one time I fuck up he happens to get it right… She could die from the guilt she felt at that moment.
"I promise to cherish you and to alwa—" Yamcha's vows were cut off by the sound of doors busting open.
The entire room's attention was drawn to the doorway, where a group of men were entering. Leading the way was a blue skinned man, with long green hair. Behind him were a gelatinous pink fellow and other strange looking beings. They all wore a similar uniform that looked like some sort of armor.
"Oh my, I hope we're not interrupting something important," Zarbon said.
"Uh, yeah. You kinda are," Yamcha responded. "We're trying to get married here."
Bulma put her hand on his shoulder to stop him from talking anymore. She had a bad feeling about these guys. She asked, "What do you want?"
"We're looking for Dr. Briefs," Zarbon answered, eyeing Bulma from across the room. He was impressed by her lack of fear.
The old man stood from his seat in the front row. "I'm Dr. Briefs. If you have business with me I'm afraid you'll have to wait until after my daughter's wedding."
"Unfortunately, this can't wait." Zarbon signaled two of his men to apprehend Dr. Briefs. Luckily, Bulma was closer. She left her heels behind and rushed to stand between the men and her father. They turned back to look at their superior, unsure what to do with the little woman in their way.
"What the hell is going on?" she demanded. Yamcha joined her, his fist clenched in preparation for a fight.
Zarbon made his way down the aisle to her. "I see we've gotten off on the wrong foot. We mean you no harm but we are required to take the old man."
"On whose authority? You can't just show up and start snatching people!" Bulma was furious.
"On the authority of Lord Frieza." Zarbon waited for the typical response of dread and astonishment but it didn't come. No one in the room seemed to know who Frieza was. Zarbon let out a sigh, getting slightly annoyed. He wasn't diplomat and he didn't appreciate this kind of situation. He addressed Dr. Briefs, "Lord Frieza is in the midst of an exciting project, to say the least. He has recognized that your scientific talents are wasted on this underdeveloped dust ball. He wants to put your skills to good use. As a man of science this should be very intriguing to you."
Before her father could say a word, Bulma butted in. "But he doesn't really have a choice right? You're going to take him no matter what he wants."
Zarbon pinched the upper bridge of his nose, between his eyes. The woman's voice was starting to wear him. He had to remind himself that he wasn't supposed to kill anyone. Bulma was definitely pushing it. His voice was strained when he spoke, "I assure you he will be very well taken care of."
"Bulma, perhaps I should go," Dr. Briefs said. He could sense the alien's annoyance and feared what would happen if they continued to argue.
"No! Are you insane? We have no idea who these people are!" Bulma turned to Zarbon, determined. "Take me instead. My father is old. He should be retired but I'm young and just as good. He taught me everything he knows and in some instances I've even surpassed him."
Yamcha stared at his bride in shock. With his mouth ajar, he was unable to move. Dr. Briefs grabbed Bulma's arm. He couldn't allow his daughter to sacrifice herself for him. Before he could speak, Zarbon's chuckle interrupted him.
"You're confidence is endearing…"
Dodoria who had been quietly watching the scene, finally chimed in. "She's telling the truth. In the human's periodicals she seems to be well respected for her scientific prowess."
"Fine," Zarbon sighed. "Take them both."
"The hell you will!" Yamcha shouted, lunging toward the larger alien. He raised his fist, aiming a punch for Zarbon's chin.
Zarbon's hand moved swiftly, knocking Yamcha aside like a ragdoll. Bulma started to run to him but an alien soldier held her back. She cried out, "Yamcha!"
Yamcha held the side of his face. He felt like he'd been hit with a mallet. He didn't even see the guy's hand. How did he get hit so hard? A shadow fell over him as Zarbon approached, with his hand held out. Something in his palm seemed to be glowing.
"I don't have any more time to waste on you, weakling!" Just as Zarbon was about to release a ki blast to annihilate Yamcha, his scouter beeped loudly. He turned to Dodoria, whose scouter was also beeping. "This power level…"
Dodoria pushed a button on the side of his scouter, trying to hone in on the location. He was thoroughly confused. "How did we not pick this up before?"
"We'll have to investigate." Zarbon turned to the men. "Take these two to the ship and pack their things."
Zarbon and Dodoria blasted off into the sky, shattering the glass ceiling. The wedding guests screamed, trying their best to take cover under their chairs. Bulma noticed the alien grabbing her arm had loosened his grip so she slipped out and ran to Yamcha who was still in shock on the ground.
"Are you okay?" Bulma asked, gingerly touching his cheek. His face was already starting to swell.
"We have to get you out of here!" he said, trying his best to stand. The force of Zarbon's slap had slammed him against the wall and battered his body. "You run and I'll—"
"I can't leave my dad," Bulma said. She kissed Yamcha tenderly on the lips, taking care not to hurt the wounded side of his face. "It's okay. I'm not scared."
The alien soldier that had appeared behind her let out an "ahem" to tell Bulma it was time to go. She squeezed Yamcha's hand and followed obediently. As they were escorted out, the guests could do nothing but watch.
The alien's spaceship sat on Capsule Corp's massive lawn. Bulma looked at it in awe. How had they not heard this giant thing land? She figured the technology must have been very advanced. Mrs. Briefs came running to join them, her hands filled with miscellaneous things. Behind her were two aliens who had been sent to pack Bulma and her father's things. They carried bags filled with what they figured were human essentials. Bulma wished they would've let her pack her own things. God knows what the extra-terrestrials had packed. They could've at least let her change out of her wedding dress.
Mrs. Briefs handed her daughter a backpack and started filling it with the things in her hands. "Here are some snacks for your trip, a framed picture of all of us—in case you get homesick—and your tooth brush." She zipped the bag and hugged her daughter. Bulma couldn't believe how okay her mom was with this. "Don't worry about a thing, dear, I made sure those men packed everything you'd need."
The soldiers rolled their eyes as they passed Bulma's mother. She was quite pushy for a woman so small. They only bothered to listen to her because they weren't 100% sure about human necessities.
"Mom, I promise we'll find a way back," Bulma said in a low voice with a serious look in her eyes.
Her mom put on her usual pleasant smile. "I know, honey. Be careful, okay?"
"I'll miss you, my dearest." Dr. Briefs hugged his wife. "Take good care of the pets and yourself, of course."
Mrs. Briefs kissed her husband. She watched, waving goodbye as the aliens hurried Bulma and Dr. Briefs onto the ship.
The ship's metal floor felt cold against Bulma's feet. They escorted father and daughter into one of many rooms on the ship and left them there. A startled old man jumped to greet them.
"Dr. Briefs? Is that you?" The old man was bald on top but that hadn't stopped him from growing the rest of his hair long. His face was decorated with a large, bushy mustache.
"Dr. Gero? I can't believe it. They got you too, then." Dr. Briefs took Gero's hand and gave the taller man's shoulder a squeeze. "This is my daughter, Bulma."
"Yes, I've read about you," Gero said to Bulma.
"It's nice to meet you but I'm afraid this isn't the time for extended introduction. Do you have any idea what's going on here?"
Gero shook his head. He too had been snatched without any prior warning. Just then the ship lurched. Bulma ran to the window to see that they were rising higher and higher into the sky. To her surprise, though, they leveled out and headed eastward, instead of breaking through the atmosphere to leave Earth. Could it be they were planning on taking someone else?
"Gohan!"Chichi stomped through the woods near her home in search of her son. "GOHAN! Where are you? You know you're supposed to finish your studies before you can play!"
Her son was on a bit of a mischievous streak lately. Chichi blamed her father. She'd let him teach Gohan some martial arts in hopes that it would increase his discipline and give him an edge in his scholarly studies. What it actually did was give Gohan a taste for adventure. Both Chichi and her father didn't anticipate how much the boy would excel as a fighter. It was as if it was in his blood. An image of the boy's father flashed across her mind. Chichi shook it away. He'd never met his son. He probably didn't even know he had a son. Chichi was furious with him. Patiently she had waited for his promised return but after six years, she gave up hope. She made her way down to the river where Gohan liked to fish and swim.
"GOOOHHHAAANNNN!" Chichi got no response. She sat down at the edge of the river, thoroughly annoyed. "When I get my hands on you Gohan you're gonna be in so much trou—AAAHHHHH" Chichi screeched and fell backwards as the boy she was looking for launched out of the river.
He stood above her soaking wet and laughing hysterically. "Hahahahaha! Gotcha mom!"
His laughter was cut off by Chichi's fist, knocking him on the head. "THAT'S NOT FUNNY GOHAN! I almost had a heart attack."
"I'm sorry. I was just messing around." Gohan took his mom's hand, looking up at her earnestly.
Looking down at his sweet face, she knew she couldn't stay mad at him. "That's alright Gohan, but next time wait until after you finish your studies."
She ruffled his hair—a bowl cut she had given him just the other day. Together they made their way back through the woods. Gohan happily held his mother's hand. Chichi was all he had and because of that he was very attached to her.
Suddenly the ground around them began to shake. Chichi pulled Gohan closer to her and tried to look through the trees. Out of the shadows charged a large green reptile. It was headed right for them.
"Run, Gohan!" Chichi still held his hand and the two ran away from the dinosaur that had set its sights on them. Living in the countryside was nice but it had its downsides. Occasionally, they'd have to escape from some vicious creature. As they ran, the ground under one of Chichi's feet gave way making her lose her balance. Gohan fell with her. When she tried to get up she found that her foot had fallen into a tunnel some animal had burrowed. She pulled on her leg, trying to get it free before the dinosaur caught up with them.
"Keep running, Gohan! Run home and I'll catch up," she ordered, still trying to pull out her foot.
Tears welled up in little Gohan's eyes. "I can't leave you! You'll get stomped!"
"It's okay! Just go!"
"NO!" Gohan clenched his fists. His brows furrowed down in rage. As he locked his sights on the approaching reptile the air around him began to swell. "STAY AWAY FROM MY MOMMY!"
Gohan sprang forward, leaping into the air. With an unprecedented amount of force he kicked the dinosaur's open jaw closed, causing him to teeter backwards slightly. With a flip he landed on a tree branch, using it to rebound himself headfirst toward his enemy. He landed a powerful headbutt on the dinosaurs gut. The creature toppled down, his weight sending vibrations through the ground. Gohan landed on his feet, panting.
Chichi finally managed to free her foot and ran to her son. "Gohan are you okay?"
The boy wailed as tears streamed down his cheeks. Chichi held him tightly. This wasn't his first episode. Each time was generally the same. Something would push Gohan over the edge, he would snap, wreak havoc on his opponent, and then either pass out or cry, forgetting the incident ever happened. When he was born with a tail she knew Gohan wasn't going to grow up normally but she had no idea what was in store. Gently patting his head, she swore to herself (as she often did) that she would raise him to be a great scholar no matter what the cost.
"This can't be right!" Chichi stiffened at the sound of a voice behind her. She turned to see two of the strangest looking men she'd ever seen. "The power level was coming from right here. It just disappeared."
"Who slayed that beast?" Zarbon asked Chichi.
Chichi stood. She nudged Gohan, who was sucking his thumb, behind her. Not sure what to make of these men, she stayed silent.
"Hey lady, are you deaf?" Dodoria shouted. Maybe she didn't hear. "He asked you a question."
Zarbon fiddled with his scouter. "It couldn't have been you. You're power level is a bit above the average human woman but nothing impressive. And that baby's level is laughable."
"So maybe he did knock out that dinosaur! What of it?" Chichi's temper had gotten the better of her. She didn't like the blue guy's tone.
Gohan pulled on her dress. "Who are these guys, mom? Can we go home now?"
Now that the boy was completely in view Zarbon's eyes snapped to the tail waggling lightly behind him. It can't be…
His eyes met Dodoria. They were clearly thinking the same thing.
"Your son needs to come with us," Dodoria said with a dark grin.
"Stay back, Gohan." Chichi took on a fighting stance. She hadn't been keeping up with her martial arts but she'd be damned if some weirdoes were going to take her son.
The men simply snickered sardonically. As Dodoria got closer she delivered a leaping roundhouse kick to his side. His stomach jiggled and returned the force of her kick back. She stumbled back but managed to keep her balance. What was that guy made of? She looked around for the other one but he wasn't in her line of site. Her heart sank, fearing that he had reached Gohan. Before she could turn her head to check on him a hand promptly struck the side of her neck. As she fell to the ground, all she saw was her son running toward her as everything faded to black.
"MOMMY!" Gohan stealthily skirted by Zarbon's hand that was trying to grab him and hugged his mother on the ground. He gripped her dress crying, "Mom! Wake up!"
Zarbon grabbed the back of his shirt in an attempt to pull him off. The kid didn't budge. He gave another tug only to get the same result.
"Quit fooling around and pick up the kid," Dodoria said.
Zarbon planted his feet firmly and tried again. "How is this possible? His grip is extraordinary."
"Move aside," Dodoria strode over confidently. He grabbed Gohan's legs and yanked. Gohan sobbed louder but did not loosen his grip. Dodoria tugged as hard as he could without ripping the boy apart. Giving up, he dropped Gohan. "What the hell?"
Their space ship appeared above them, hovering. Zarbon clenched his teeth. "Forget it. We'll bring the mother along. Frieza will not be pleased if we leave a Saiyan behind."
Bulma examined the room they were in. One of the walls was lined with giant tubes. Peeking into them she could see that they were cushioned inside. She assumed it was some sort of sleeping chamber. This displeased her. Did they really have to sleep upright? And just how long was this journey going to be?
Just then the door slid open. Dodoria walked in with an unconscious woman and crying boy in his arms. He promptly dropped them and exited the room.
Bulma rushed to the woman who was passed out on the floor. After checking her pulse she was relieved that the lady was still alive. Dr. Briefs approached to examine her as well. When the boy noticed them he clutched his mom tightly, staring with untrusting eyes.
"It's okay," Bulma said gently. "We're not with those bad men. My name's Bulma. What's yours?"
"Gohan," he answered tentatively.
"I'm Dr. Briefs."
"Doctor? Does that mean you can fix my mom?" Gohan stated, feeling braver.
"Your mom is going to be fine. She's just sleeping." Dr. Briefs reached into his coat pocket and retrieved the little black cat that had been hiding there. "If you want my kitty Tama can keep you company until she wakes up."
The cat jumped on Gohan's shoulder and nuzzled his neck. The boy couldn't help but smile, allowing the little black cat to comfort him.
Bulma looked out the window again. The ship had started moving. This time they were headed for space. Bulma couldn't help but feel a pang of excitement. Although she'd participated in assisting many space programs on Earth, she'd never actually been to space.
Dodoria entered the control room. "The humans are secured in cabin C."
"They're much rowdier than I expected," Zarbon said, his voiced tinged with annoyance. "Perhaps we should put them to sleep to avoid further trouble."
Dodoria signaled a couple of the nearby men to do just that. The two men stood in silence for a moment, mentally reviewing the day that had become more bothersome than they expected.
"Humans…" Dodoria jeered, "What could Lord Frieza possibly see in these weaklings. The compound is fine without them."
Zarbon sighed but he knew better than to question Frieza. "If Lord Frieza believes they will be useful then I'm sure they will be."
Bulma sat next to the woman whose name, she had learned, was Chichi. Gohan was hugging her tightly, beyond pleased that his mother had woken up. The spot on Chichi's neck where Zarbon's karate chop had landed ached.
"Why are you wearing a wedding gown?" she asked.
Bulma couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I was supposed to be getting married today. But instead, it looks like I'll be going on a journey through space."
The door slid open and two alien soldiers entered. One of them fiddled with a keypad on the wall while the other addressed them. "Welcome humans. The journey to home base will take approximately one week. In an effort to make the trip easier on you we recommend you use the cryosleep chambers."
The tubes opened and the alien soldier gestured to them, inviting the group to enter. None of them moved.
"Just a second there, buddy," said Bulma with her hands on her hips. "No one's told us anything about where we're going or why we're really going there!"
"All will become clear when we reach our destination," the alien responded.
After exchanging worried looks they hesitantly entered the chambers. Gohan clasped his mother's hand, afraid to let go.
"It's alright, Gohan," Chichi reassured. "I'll be here when you wake up."
Once everyone was in the tubes, they closed automatically. Bulma wondered just how they were supposed to sleep for an entire week. Her answer came in the form of an icy mist that sprayed over her face. She drifted off to sleep before her mind could further question what was happening.
That turned out longer than I intended! I guess I'm just really enthusiastic about this story…I may get carried away…. In the next chapter, Bulma and co will get some answers and we'll finally meet everyone's favorite Saiyan prince! Anyway please review! I'm dying to know what you think XD
