Part One

Now we're on this planet

I'm in love with all your dangers, dangers

We can live forever

I can be your favorite angel, angel

Beautiful Dangerous

"So what about this planet?"

The captain walked over, his serpent like tail slithering on the floor behind him as he peered at the monitor of the helm officer. His talon flicked through the details of the planet that were collected from a probe that had come a few weeks prior to their arrival.

"Low population for a planet that size." He mused.

"The researchers think there was a recent war of sorts. You can see it in the craters of the planets that don't appear to be the result of meteorites." He leaned back to look at the captain. "They have resource we could trade for."

"Wasn't there something about this planet in the galaxy logs? I keep remembering the name." The captain leaned up and looked through the larger screen where they could see the planet earth slowly coming into view.

The helm officer went to work pulling up the galactic records and after skimming through it he pointed a finger to one line. "It says that Lord Freeza and his father were killed here by a Sayjin."

Perking up an eyebrow, the captain looked at the helm officer. "A Sayjin. That's interesting. Was there anything in the recent records that showed evidence they were there?"

"No. I double checked."

"Shame. With their brats scattered about as much as they are we are lucky to find the one that we did." He studied the planet again, his tail flicking to and fro as he stared at the planet in silence. "Prepare for entry. If anything we can at least find out if they were there and if they moved on."

"Of course." The helm officer turned and punched in codes as the lights on the ship changed from their calming blue to green: the color to let the crew know to prepare for landing.

It'd been five years since the androids were destroyed. Five nice, peaceful, years where humans were picking up the pieces and putting their lives back together. Sure, there had been hard times in some places with food shortages or small domestics, but they weren't that urgent in the large scheme of things. Bulma herself was content with the current state of things. Could they be better? Of course. Would they? In time.

Between her efforts and Trunks things were progressing much smoother than they could. Thanks to Capsule Corporation technology, getting supplies and much needed rations to different people around the world made relief work for more deprived areas possible. People still flinched when a shadow passed overhead, but the children that were running about didn't have such reactions. They were growing up in better times and that was all that mattered to Bulma.

Bulma leaned back in her office chair, rubbing her eyes with a sigh. A look at the clock showed she'd been there for the better part of six hours. As if by magic, the moment she saw the time her stomach growled.

'I'm turning into my father.' She mused, standing and walking out of the office. 'Days would pass and he'd forget to feed himself if it wasn't for mother.' It made her sad to think of her parents, gone now. So many of those on earth were lacking parents or key family members. Her heart went out to Chichi, living with her father in the middle of the woods with her husband and son gone. Bulma was lucky in that, she still had her son…

Walking into the kitchen, she saw that Trunks had left a note on the fidget.

"Hi mom. Looked like you were in the zone. I left you some breakfast. Going to Pepper City to see about fixing a generator. Will be back for dinner. Trunks."

"Such a good boy." She smiled at the note before opening it to see that there was indeed some food left there. It felt that since Trunks had returned from the past he'd spent more time taking care of her than her taking care of him. He never really talked about the experience in detail, but clearly something had happened to bring about this change in him. She hoped one day he would be willing to share it with her. If she was younger she would have badgered him until he told her, but he'd brought back some traits that Vegeta had and she knew it would be better to wait.

Bulma put the food in the microwave and lost herself in thought once more while waiting for it to reheat. She'd hoped that Vegeta had been a good father figure for Trunks… or at least what he thought was a good one. Placing a hand over her heart, she tried the dull the pain of loneliness she felt. Vegeta hadn't been the greatest of lovers, but when he was tender with her it was one of the greatest treasures she'd ever been given…

The beeping brought her out of her thoughts and she looked back to the microwave…

… it was still cooking…

The beeping happened again and she looked up to find one of the droids she made was floating overhead while flashing at her. She blinked at it, completely taken by surprised by it. She'd made it over thirty years ago when the first Sayjin had landed on earth.

She'd made it to give warning before there was another landing.

Snapping out of her daze she punched a button on the droid and pulled it down to look at the screen on it. The image showed a ship that was slowly lowering into the atmosphere. It wasn't like one of the pods that she'd seen and much larger than the Namek ship she'd piloted. There were what she suspected to be weapons on the ship, but they were pointed up and away from the surface of the earth…

…for now…

'Oh please, kami… Let this be some peaceful group.' She rushed out of the kitchen and do her speeder, her food in the microwave forgotten. Punching in the coordinates for the estimated landing site, Bulma guided the speeder up and let the navigation take over. She wasn't sure how much good she could do, but given she was one of the few people with experience in speaking to alien species, she wanted to do what she could with this new and unknown group.

And it would be a lie to say she wasn't a little excited about it.

"Atmosphere is habitable for the crew."

"Good. I detest wearing the suits." Said the captain. "Assemble the landing crew then."

"Yes, sir." The helm officer looked to his screen and tilted his head at the monitor. "There is a message from engineering about one of the turbo engines."

"Stall for me. I want to stretch my legs a bit before having to deal with issues on the ship again."

"Yes, sir." The officer said once again and turned his attention back to his own monitor.

Rolling his shoulders the Captain went back to his chair and plucked up his jacket and working it on. He took a moment to smooth it out, wanting to be presentable as he could. Often times these visits went well, but normally they were planets that were used to outside visitors. If records were correct, the only real outside visitors this sphere had gotten were Sayjins and that was not always the best introduction to life in space. He nodded to two others on the ship: the second in command and communication officer.

Most planets were able to understand Common, but for those that weren't Buju was very good with. He had yet to see a language that he couldn't understand within a day or two. His species was famous for it and well employed even though chips implanted during Freeza's reign made such talents not a requirement. Better to have a backup, he always thought.

The trio made their way towards the entrance of the ship and waited for the computer to unlatch all the safeties and let in the first whoosh of fresh air the ship had gotten in months. Looking out he say a vessel of sorts landing. A female, he assumed, stepped out and waited by the side of it and seemed to be waiting.

Before he could take a step toward the figure, the second in command nudged him and jerked his head down the way they had come. The captain looked back to the figure marching over to him down the corridor and visibly cringed. Apparently the helm officer couldn't stall for very long. But with the look on her face he probably wouldn't have been able to either way.

In truth, her appearance was cousin to the female that awaiting outside with only a few differences in her build. More sturdy and make for warmer climate. Her hair was black and matted even though it was tightly braided in a bun about her head. She wore something akin coveralls with easy to see patches and stains on it from oil and who knew what else. Her face was a little messy from smearing oil across it, but other than that, one would say the female was pretty indeed.

"Captain, I would really like it if you would listen to me." The coverall female said to the Captain as she drew near.

"I always listen to you, Veta."

"If you did, then three planets ago, we could have had actual turbo coils and not the makeshift ones I've been making out of the buffer panels." The female jerked a finger to the direction of front of the ship. "Now we can't leave."

That got the Captain's attention and he frowned at Veta. "What do you mean we can't leave?"

"I mean we are stuck here until I can make actual replacement coils. The ones I made busted one entry. The material I was using wasn't meant to transmit the type of energy that the engine needs in order to function. It was just a bandage over a wound. We're lucky the ship didn't explode on entry." She stopped to peek outside the door and nodded at the scenery. "At least we landed on a nice planet and not the dump we were last at."

"How long would it take you to fix it?"

"I don't know. Depends if I can find what I need on this planet or not. Could be a few weeks or a few months."

"You can't be serious."

"I was serious three planets ago."

The two looked at each other for a long moment while the others around them watched nervously. Finally the Captain sighed in defeat and rubbed his three eyes. "Fix what you can and I will see what can be done about obtaining the materials you need."

"Thanks." She gave him a curt nod and walked off back to the engine room, her own monkey-like tail flicking behind her as she walked.

Looking back out to the figure that was standing before the ship, the Captain recomposed himself before walking out. His second in command and a language officer came with him with a much heavier air about them than they'd originally had. The Captain kept himself looking has unintimidating as he could while walking over to the native who did not seem overly alarmed by his being there. A curious thing.

Once he was close enough, he bowed his head in what he hoped would be a respectful gesture here. "My name is Captain Juu. I am afraid we may have to impose ourselves on your planet. We find ourselves stranded here."