Warning: Sequel to Abducted!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this fanfiction nor do I own Dragon Ball Z. Akira Toriyama does.

Summary: AU: Vegeta and Bulma had a child before Trunks. See how this affects their stubborn relationship and the other warriors in this heartwarming tale of a girl who's greatest weakness was her own strength. VB

Giving In is Giving Up

Chapter 1: We had a Whelp

by hmfan24

Raditz's had been annihilated by his younger brother - Kakarot. What kind of bullshit was that? Kakarot didn't even possess half of Raditz's power level according to the record Freiza had on file much less enough to kill the low-level Saiyan. This puzzle agitated Vegeta beyond a doubt. To solve it, he and Nappa plotted their next destination to be Earth. Not only that, but the planet was said to have Dragon Balls hidden within it. His deepest desire was to become immortal in order to keep his Saiyan heritage alive after his planet was destroyed at the hands of Freiza. With immortality, he'd be able to defeat the overlord sooner than later. After all, the death of Freiza was his raison d'être. If the granting orbs were indeed here, then the answer to the original puzzle wouldn't matter.

The moment his feet touched the soil of the foreign planet, he recognized the familiar anatomy of the Earthlings. They resembled tailless Saiyans so closely that it almost felt like home, yet they were so weak. There wasn't a formidable opponent for thousands of miles. They felt like a mere shell compared to the beings he'd call his own. This made Vegeta disgruntled, he nodded over to Nappa to launch off to the power source. How could Raditz not have handled himself here? He made sure to keep his guard up just in case these Earthlings had a few tricks up their sleeves. He would not allow himself to be caught off guard like Raditz had been.

"We are to go to the strongest fighter. He's most likely the one that took care of Raditz," the smaller soldier informed the bald one. His hand twitched into a ball quicker than a bear trap as his blood thirsty mouth shaped into a grin, "We best take care of him first before he gets in our way."

Vegeta could swear that the last 5 planets he destroyed had no ostensible fighters in all of their races. The last good fight he could remember had been against a race of giant, pink birds who had an aerial advantage over his Great Ape form. It was more quirky than quality, but interesting enough for an opponent nonetheless. They were nothing like the inferior and ignorantly peaceful societies they encountered on average. He took another quick glance around at the humans and sighed as what he saw was exactly what he hated about his job. Killing weak beings was like killing ants - menial and a waste of time. Contrary to Vegeta, however, Nappa was currently having a ball destroying the surrounding city. He sighed and flew up into the air.

A young girl that was about Gohan's age, 5, flew in circles, disgruntled. Her blood boiling, her skin itching for a fight. She dressed like Gohan and Piccolo, but had an inverted color scheme of purple and blue. This was her time to prove herself as the true warrior she was born to be. For her entire life, she knew she was stronger than most, but didn't see the point of it within the peaceful society she lived in. Sure there were a few crimes being committed every so often that she'd sneak out and stop, yet it wasn't enough of a challenge to use her strength in a way that made her stronger. She halted mid-air as her long aqua-blue hair rose by the sudden spike in her ki, "Hey, guys!" she shouted. A cocky smirk grew on her face, "They're almost here." Now she'd be up against Saiyans like the one that Goku and Master Piccolo defeated. This was the fight she'd been waiting for.

Her comrade Gohan and master Piccolo nodded.

She crossed her arms as she stared intently at the approaching power source then mimicked their nod. The enemies were finally approaching, and now was her time to defend not just her city, but the entire planet. She had a beautiful, blue-haired mother at home waiting for her return, and, in her mind, a handsome scar-faced warrior that would come to her rescue at any time - if she needed rescuing. This battle was already coiling around her finger. Over the interim since Goku's death, she'd developed her natural power. Turning away from deep thought, she pointed a finger at Gohan, "Be sure not to get in my way!"

Piccolo scowled, "Your power level isn't high enough for you to go at it alone. Think before you act, Tanga*. These Saiyans are very powerful, and if you're not cautious, your life will be on the line." As a teacher, he was more concerned for Tanga than for Gohan. The girl had a tendency to over-estimate herself and irrationally jump into a battle that was out of her league, and that sort of ego was very dangerous for a child to have - dangerous for anyone without sensible inhibitions.

Gohan poked his fingers together. Although he and Tanga both grew to be the same level under Piccolo, Gohan was severely insecure about his abilities. His hands were cold with sweat despite the dry, desert atmosphere, for he was unsure exactly how strong these Saiyans would be. The thought alone made him distance himself behind his master. If it came down to his life being on the line, he was sure that Piccolo would be able to save him, or maybe even Tanga. She had saved him a handful of times when she didn't find his predicaments with the hostile wildlife "way too funny to stop". Beggars can't be choosers of course. Suddenly, he looked around then he grinned, "Hey, Krillin's here!"

"Hn!" she crossed her arms, "I think you've all forgotten that I'm part Saiyan - born-warrior," her tail nearly wagged as she boasted, "and now that I've realized my true power, these guys will be nothing for me!" She got to the ground, assumed her fighting stance and charged her ki wildly, "Bring. It. Onnnnnn!"

Krillin came up with a confident smile, "Hey, everybody!" Everyone felt so strong - a lot stronger than he thought they'd end up being. The kids were the biggest surprise. Piccolo and Gohan nodded a greeting while Tanga scoffed. Even as an established warrior, Krillin's pride couldn't handle the Briefs' girls' cold shoulder. He leaned into whisper to Gohan, "So how was hell with Tanga and Piccolo?"

"Well Master Piccolo was great, but Tanga..." he started, but couldn't finish the sentence. What Tanga and Gohan had experienced couldn't really be called a "friendship". As much as Gohan had hoped to make a new friend his age, Tanga was quite resistant. The Son boy was apparently too much of a cry baby to be considered a real Saiyan, and so it was almost like she wanted little to do with him.

"I can hear you, you idiots!" she yelled and pointed palm towards them. "Gohan, you especially should know I wouldn't hesitate."

They both stood at attention, "Y-Yes!"

Piccolo sighed, he'd done that a lot over the past year. Tanga had talked her power up to be 10 times that of Gohan's, and Gohan foolishly believed her. They were both very talented for their ages, however. Goku had been no where near as powerful as they were when he was their age, but hopefully he had managed to surpass them now. Tanga's ego would often be her worst enemy when she did succumb to injuries as he had seen before. She had spent days being physically unable to fight just by foolishly pushing herself past her limit and underestimating her opponents.

Soon, everyone was standing at attention in their respective stances as the looming threat rose above the horizon. The wind created by its sheer power blew against the team. This was them. Hopefully, they'd be able to hold their own at least until Goku arrived.

Vegeta and Nappa landed and studied their opponents in silence. His eyes immediately zoned in on the two children with tails. Saiyans or humans or what? He wasn't sure. He turned on his scouter and eyed his biggest threat- the Namek who stood the tallest and the strongest above the four. Then he glanced at the mid-sized human and smirked at him. Krillin stifled his whimper.

"Tell us where the Dragon Balls are, or we'll use force," the man with tall, spiky hair, turned off his scouter and crossed his arms. He wouldn't have to be too patient as he could easily get information out of the quartet that would try to oppose him.

The Namekian stood his ground, "Leave this planet now-"

"Or we'll use force!" the young girl flew up to match the height of the aliens. She gulped, already feeling their power take a toll on her confidence, but that wouldn't put a stop to her bravado.

"Quiet, Tanga!" Piccolo pushed her head down.

The bald Saiyan sighed. "Come on, Raditz," Nappa lectured the fallen soldier, "you could've done better than this."

Vegeta quirked an eyebrow towards his comrade, "What's that?"

"Check out these power levels! I can't believe Raditz got beat by these weaklings," he scoffed.

"They've learned to hide their power. The scouters are useless. Use the Saibamen to determine what they can do, then after that, take care of them," Vegeta commanded, almost sounding out of breath before he returned his focus to the children. The blue haired girl looked very familiar - too familiar. The black eyes nearly resembled his own and that tail... His heart rate increased as did the familiarity. The epiphany was on the tip of his tongue, so he isolated himself on a rock to remember. Humans didn't have tails. This girl was a Saiyan that he almost recognized.

The Saibamen were suddenly sprouting from the ground and lunged towards the four.

Tanga haughtily held her ground, taking out 2 by herself while Krillin, Gohan and Piccolo each killed one leaving one left. She yelled back at her team, "I could've taken them all on by myself! Stop getting in my way, you fools! If power is what the old man wants to see, then he shall see it in me." She pointed at Nappa, "Bring it on!" she spouted her catch phrase.

Vegeta zoned out as he watched the young girl effortlessly take on the Saibamen.

Vegeta neared his bed and braced himself above the blue-haired maiden his crew had abducted for him. Finally he had met someone who was able to meet his demands for an attractive female mate. She looked up at him, irritated at most, yet unable to resist the prince. He grinned, "How dare you mock me." He would be able to release a tension that had been built up inside of him for ages. However, he had realized, there was something more profound about the presence of this woman. Somehow it had managed to affect his chest rather than his groin. The ritual would be to exterminate her in order to prevent the spread of Saiyan blood. The fear of that certain feeling in his chest would have led him to take care of it, but it was same feeling that had been preventing him from doing much of anything.

He shut his eyes, for there was much more than lust in his eyes and he had to hide it. Then his words betrayed him as he quivered, "I won't let them do anything to you."

She had to be a fool believe him, but the way he said it - with such predilection and determination - that alone was enough to have her abandon all restraints she had about him for that moment. What would happen would happen regardless of her consent, so the consequence of giving in was at minimum.

By the time Vegeta came back to reality, there were several new corpses scattered including the Namek who freshly lied before the mourning children. The mid-sized man was physically incapacitated, but alive. Craters were everywhere. The air was silent for the time being as the prince slowly regained his conscious eyesight to take in the morbid scenery. The two kids were flaming with power - a lot more than they had before.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!" she shouted. Tears were streaming down her face, "You killed my Yamcha and my Master! Why?" she cried. Death was all around her after she worked so hard for so long to prevent it. She shook her head and put the backs of her hands to her forehead, "Gohan, stand back! I shall finish him." She built up a yellow beam in her palms, "You will die!" Tanga had never seen anyone get murdered before. The scene alone was too much to bear. She made the mistake of underestimating her opponent that she was warned about. There was no way she'd let Nappa get away with killing all these people.

Nappa glanced over with a smirk at Vegeta then began to build up his beam. He could handle them both in one shot.

Vegeta's eyes shot open. He didn't want him to handle them! That girl was his daughter. She had to be - she looked just like the woman he had slept with several years from that day. Instinctively and without a second thought, Vegeta fired a ki blast strong enough to kill Nappa towards him. He died on the spot. The blue-haired beauty had bore him a child he'd never seen before. The two kids looked at him, dumbfounded. The Saiyan slowly approached them, his eyelids sinking until he passed out on the ground.

Tanga looked at Gohan and Gohan looked at Tanga. The enemy was killed by the bigger enemy who was now unconscious without a scratch on him. How weird. "Tanga," said Gohan, flailing his arms with relief and excitement and confusion simultaneously emitting from his face, "What do we do now?"

Krillin, very much relieved at the current state of the Prince, "Woah, did that really happen? I thought we'd be done for!" he said, equally as excited as Gohan. He still couldn't move after getting handed such a beating by the guy Vegeta took out in one hit, so there was no doubt that Vegeta would finish them all off just as quickly.

"Of course it happened! Now. We kill him," she declared; her knees shook and so did her voice. Killing someone was a lot easier to say than it was to do. "Charge up, guys! If we all fire at him at once, he's sure to die," she exclaimed and began to charge her ki.

"No!" Goku testified, appearing suddenly above them upon his Nimbus.

"Daddy!" cried Gohan with delight.

Goku slowly spiraled down to the ground then handed everyone a senzu bean, "So these are the Saiyans. They killed everyone, didn't they?" He stared off at the several corpses that lied within the scenery. It was devastatingly heart-wrenching to see his friends down as they had been. These Saiyans - the race that he belonged to - were cold-blooded murderers. Still, he himself wasn't going to avenge their deaths with murder. If all possible, he'd try his best to work something out without violence. This was his kind-hearted nature.

Gohan had tears of joy welling up in his eyes as he felt truly safe for the first time in a year, "But now that you're here, we'll be fine. Nappa nearly killed us, but this Vegeta guy saved us!" His heart was at ease when his father was near. Quite possibly, if the world didn't have galactic threats looming over them, he'd opt out of fighting completely - not that he enjoyed studying.

Tanga scoffed, "Gohan, he was probably gonna kill us right before he passed out. He's no hero." She turned to Goku and put her hand on her hip, "Why can't we kill him?" she pouted. "Don't tell me you'd give him a senzu bean, he's not even hurt." She point an accusing finger at the body. Tanga, on the other hand, would probably search the galaxy for a fight if it brought excitement...

Krillin stood up, revived, and judged the situation, "Well, I'm pretty sure he passed out from some sort of blackout. Especially since he killed his buddy over there and fainted after staring at Tanga for the last hour. He was looking for the Dragon Balls but now that Piccolo's..."

Gohan stared over at Piccolo's dead body until his father patted his head for assurance. Goku frowned, "But we shouldn't kill him. He's the last Saiyan alive. Maybe he'll leave now that the Dragon Balls are gone."

"Yeah right, let's just wait around and see if he wants to live peacefully on earth when he wakes up. Then maybe he'll fall in love and start a family and protect it right beside us," Tanga sarcastically gushed. Already, in her mind, she had mastered deadpan humor as a way to cope with the foolish people around her. They weren't hot-blooded enough when they needed to be with the exception of the late Piccolo. That was someone worth looking up to. She then flew up into the air, "I'm leaving." With that she flew off.

Goku stared at the unconscious Saiyan body, "Maybe we should wait until he wakes up." He threw Vegeta's body over his shoulder. "An isolated place should do the trick, right? Then we wait and if he wants to fight, I'll fight him."

His young son looked up to the area of the sky where Tanga had left. Even he could tell she was on the verge of tears. She must have still had some crying to do. Gohan empathized with her, but that still didn't mean he was ready to follow her.

Tanga was upset - furious - but at the same time frustrated that she wasn't able to protect the ones she cared about. As she flew, she became a natural disaster for the surrounding areas. But that's how she vented. When her beloved Yamcha had died right in front of her like that, she felt worthless. Then she watched Tien and Master Piccolo fall and realized that maybe her opponents were unbeatable. "I need to get stronger!" she let her ki surge with rage until she felt light-headed. Goku said they weren't allowed to kill the bastard? How ridiculous! She had to avenge her friends.

Tanga had orbited the earth until she realized a fight going on between Goku and Vegeta. Upon spotting them, she lowered her ki and herself to the ground. Gohan was nude and tailless on the ground near his father, damaged from the battle. The Saiyan was tailless, too, and also seemed worn by the battle. They must've put up a good fight! But from the looks of it, Vegeta looked like he had the upper hand as he was the only one who had the ability to stand. His foot was standing on Goku's face, pressing further down into his jaw.

"Where is the blue-haired girl, Kakarot? Tell me or I'll smash this planet," Vegeta bluffed. That would defeat the purpose if he ended up destroying the planet where his daughter and former lover lived on. But he was desperate to solve this new-found puzzle.

Goku, on the other hand, wasn't sure which blue-haired girl Vegeta was referring to, but either way, he was determined to protect her, "I don't know!" he said.

He was very weak as Tanga could see, and she couldn't watch even Goku fail. Of all her heroes that she'd seen fall today, she couldn't let Goku die again. Although she believed in him, she didn't want to chance his weakened state against the ruthless alien. If she was who the stranger was talking about, she'd stop him then and there. Slowly, she stepped out of hiding and yelled, "I'm right here! Let him go!"

"Tanga!" yelled Goku. He felt her hidden ki as she landed, but couldn't have predicted she'd give herself up like that. As much as he wished, there was nothing he could do about it. His mobility was limited and his strength was depleting rapidly. Even reaching out to her took all the energy he had left after his fierce battle with the Saiyan he initially spared.

Vegeta looked up, kicking Goku to the side and marched up to her with his eyes full of energy this time. He gripped her by the collar and held her up, "It seems like I found her," he said, turning back to Goku, "Fool, you should have killed me when you had the chance. What kind of Saiyan are you?"

Tanga felt fear, but retained the expression of a stoic warrior. She did not resist as the alien flew into the air with her. She anticipated being lunged towards the ground at any moment. There was a certainty that she'd die at his hands. Although as they made their way to isolation, she eventually let her guard down enough to fall asleep.

*Tangas are undergarments similar to the bottom worn by ChiChi in Dragon Ball. It also apparently means thong in some other languages...but disregard that.

hmfan24: That's probably not what you expected for a sequel to Abducted!. But I plan to carry this out throughout the in-canon plot which will be fun since this is still a BV fic.