**Author's Note** Don't give up hope, there is a God.

Well, here you are. The fact this fic exists at all automatically undermines any argument in my defense, so I'll just say a few things. I was not doing this just to be a troll, although there are... moments. Part of the reason I'm wrote this was to challenge myself as an author. The other reason was, I will admit, for fun, and to have fun with a story like this, well... :/ It almost scared me when I started seeing how it would work, but I also realized I was primarily thinking about what I'd be doing with her, and not about what I could be doing with him. So, you can pretty much kiss canon goodbye, then smack it on its rear and watch it run away. Yet, at the same time, I wanted to explore how these two very different souls would interact with each other, not immediately discarding their established characterization.

It became clear that for this fic to be the way I wanted it to, I would have to blaze a trail through a whole new world of possibilities. And when you do that with crossover fanfiction, things can go so wrong so fast you won't be able to control the disaster. There already is proof enough of that. I will make no claims at whether I succeeded at damage control or not, merely that I tried my best. (Until the... ahem)

Now, one last sentence that probably is too little too late: The idea for this fanfic was generated by the Terrible Crossover Fanfiction Idea Generator. I decided I would (mostly)ignore the ancient prophecy part, as that would be too much for even me to attempt. *sigh* Keep sharp and/or pointy objects away from your face.

And if you have any kind of respect for Mr. Sabat, do not even think of asking him to read one of Vegeta's lines from here.

The Stars In Your Eyes: Chapter One

Death. Though he would never admit it to anyone, deep down inside Vegeta was scared of dying. It had never caught up to him but here it was closer than ever before, nipping at his heels and sinking its teeth into his flesh. Damn... low level clown. Who does he think he is, sparing me like this?

The door of the attack ball now closing, Vegeta fumbled with the remote. His body weak, and his vision blurry, the Saiyan prince's eyes closed for a moment while punching in the number that would send the ball back to base; and in that moment his finger slipped off one button and onto another. That single missed digit was all it took. Now, instead of returning to the Planet Trade Orginization's base, Vegeta would be spirited away to a place that no Saiyan had ever gone before: a planet that, like nearly every other planet, its inhabitants simply called Earth.

Home of John Macy

Helen had always loved the stars. They must have been beautiful, to have inspired so many of the poems she'd read as a child. Their color, arrangement in the heavens, and light; what it must have been like to sleep under them. So, Helen imagined herself being lifted up into space, which wrapped around her like a dark velvety blanket. She floated freely, until she felt a source of heat approaching, drifting into her open hand and settling there. It was very hot but did not burn her, its heat instead flickering about on her palm like a butterfly. Twinkling? Yes... Dancing around with the star in her imagination for a moment longer, Helen smiled as the star flew up and away, circling around before zipping off to join its kin. Hmm?

There was another, fainter, heat that Helen sensed approaching, bringing with it a slight rattle to the window which her hand was pressed against. The increasing tremor brought her out of her reverie- something indeed was coming! All of a sudden there was a deep rushing and shaking feel to the air and a tremendous impact that shook the ground, taking Helen off her feet. She meant to feel her way towards Annie and John's room but coming into the hall there was a cool night time breeze blowing in from the front door, and her curiosity got the better of her and she ventured to the front of the house. Close to where she knew the door to be her foot brushed up against what must have been a clod of dirt, for there was a strong smell of freshly turned earth in the air. Cautiously, she took a step, and then a few more until the grass of the lawn was beneath her. There was now heat radiating from nearby, and-

-a hand grasped at the hem of her gown. Helen knelt to take it, and she gasped at its crushing, desperate power. Her free hand strayed along the arm to the man's- Helen could tell it was a man now, by their scent and grip strength- neck, finding his moving mouth. His voice was weak, and by feeling the vibrations in his throat and lip movements, Helen could make out a few words he was repeating. "...rejuvenation chamber... now..."

Turning back to the house, Helen did her best to call, "Annie! John! Come fast!"

~oOo~

Later that same night, Annie Sullivan and John Macy stood watching over Vegeta in the guest room. They watched the slow rise and fall of his hastily bandaged torso in the soft lamp light. "How do you suppose he traveled here?" Annie asked.

"Certainly wasn't by a boat or bicycle," John dryly noted. "What worries me is that vest of his. Light and flexible yet nearly hard as a rock..."

"...and almost shot through." Annie finished, glancing from John to the damaged vest resting in a chair next to the nightstand. "He must be a warrior of some kind, then."

John nods his concurrence, and for a moment the lamp light takes on an ominous edge as it reflects off his glasses. "You don't get roughed up like that if you're a newsie." A couple minutes longer they look over Vegeta, silently pondering what manner of person they had saved.

"And who might be coming after him...?" Annie whispered, before turning to her husband and putting an arm around his waist. "John, it's late..." John nodded once more and then turned to leave the room with Annie.

The Next Morning

Vegeta woke at the sound of a knock on the door. He found himself under the covers of a bed in a small room. The latter seemed cozy, the former not so much. The door opened and two women walked in, one leading the other in as they carried a tray with food. The food-carrier set the tray down, and began to speak but Vegeta opened his mouth first: "Who are you, where am I, and what the fuck do you want?"

Annie flinched a little, and replied. "My name is Annie Sullivan and by my side is Helen Keller, you are in the home of John Macy- who is my husband- and I was about to serve you breakfast. May I ask what you name is, sir?"

"I am Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans, and elite soldier curr- formerly under the service of the magnificent douchebag Frieza." Vegeta saw Annie signing his reply to Helen, wondering what she was doing.

"Helen says hello, and bids you good morning-"

"Yeah, fine. Weren't you going to serve me breakfast?"

"Yes, and she also was going to mention that she feels honored to be in the presence of a prince, thought I cannot quite say the same for myself."

"How is he?" Vegeta signed to Annie.

"Well enough to swear like a sailor," "Okay, what are you two doing with your hands? And what language is this anyways?"

"It's called English, sir. And Helen says-"

"She says this, she says that, but she isn't actually saying anything! What's wrong with her?"

There was a deadly silence, then Annie shot back: "Nothing is wrong with her! And I think I'll let you serve yourself breakfast." SHe took Helen's forearm and made to leave, but Helen resisted. Annie sighed and released her grip and then left the room. Cautiously Helen felt her way towards Vegeta's bedside, and sat down at his hip. "Forgive her..." She said in her slow voice. "Annie has a temper."

"Wha- so you can suddenly talk now? Why didn't you say anything earlier?" Is she hearing me? And what did the fat one say the language was? Ah- "Hello, English? English, motherfucker: do you speak it?"

Confident she had given Vegeta enough time to reply, Helen said, "I listen, like this." Demonstrating with one hand, Helen placed her finger on her lips and throat, and her other hand crept up to Vegeta's throat, trickling over his bandaged torso and chest, fingertips gently settling on his lips.

"Well if that's how you listen, listen up: from now on you will only touch me to change my bandages. Understood?" Helen nodded. "And... could you..." Vegeta sighed angrily. "Could you hand me the tray, it's on the bedside table."

He didn't say please, but I haven't felt him move one bit since I sat down. Perhaps he's not able. Sensing her path to the table, she found it close by. She balanced it in her hands and turned back towards Vegeta. Two steps? Before long, she felt the tray being pulled from her hands, and she let her arms fall to her sides. She stood in silence for a minute, and then smiled and turned to go.

~oOo~

Annie had volunteered. John was working in the study when she came up after breakfast, and was in one of his working moods. When the issue of Vegeta's arrival was brought up again, his replies were short and businesslike. The brief talk had almost turned into an argument, and had begun to sour her mood to boot.

A brief look in revealed Helen was at her writing desk, fingers hovering over her typewriter; the halls were silent as her pupil while the morning sun streamed in through the windows. And then, Annie opened the front door: before her on the lawn was a strange form, oddly reminding her of an open baseball with a porthole on one part. Picking up her skirts she walked over the edge of the crater to the attack ball. Her sensible shoes made prints in the earth, and the craft reflected the day's early rays. The metal was cool. Leaning in, the sleek and economical interior presented itself: the fitted cushions of the seat, the dials and buttons of the small command console, and a palm-sized rectangle with more buttons. Annie picked it up and continued her slow walk around, taking in the cosmetic damage the attack ball had sustained. Now back where she had first leand in, Annie decided to press a button on the remote. Fortunately, after a quick hiss of hydraulics the ball closed, and there was no more motion. But even that had startled and fascinated Annie, and she decided that if it could leave a crater it would be best to discuss it with John and- and Vegeta.

Well, John was still busy and couldn't be bothered to come, so she pulled Helen along. She stayed behind to talk... maybe he'll relax and open up with her there-

"You pushed what?" Vegeta screamed.

"-As I was about to explain, the door closed and I thought it was best to leave it at that for the moment."

Vegeta heaved a sigh and finished bringing the spoonful of oatmeal to his mouth, and swallowed it. Basic, but edible. At least this backwards place has eating utensils. "Well at least you proved the remote and my attack ball are still functional, so I'll let this one go. But so help me, if you press one more button on the remote, I'll-" Vegeta stopped, his threat cut short by a beep.

Annie had handed the remote to Helen so she could take Vegeta's tray, as that last spoonful had finished his meal. And then the three heard a deep rumbling that receded into the distance. Annie hasn't signed to me for several moments, but she hasn't walked away...

What did she say her name was? "...Annie? Could you look out the window and tell me what you see?" Vegeta closed his eyes, dreading the answer he was certain he'd receive. Forget anger. This was on a level beyond that.

"I see a well kept lawn, and... an empty crater." Sighing with the fury of a thousand Saiyans, Vegeta quietly muttered a string of all the curses he knew. In the meantime, Annie used this opportunity to relay the situation to Helen. The younger woman's expression fell, and she carefully offered the remote to Annie.

"I couldn't have known what pressing that would do, Annie! What is there to say?" Annie shook her head and cleared her throat. "Are you done yet?"

"-ina, with a- hm, what? Done? Sure, why not! This... this literally cannot be happening. Ending up on this primitive planet, after losing to that low-level clown Kakkarot... and then- and then my attack ball being- you'd have to be blind not to see the button clearly marked-" Vegeta caught Annie's glare, and then began to put the pieces together. "So that's it? She's blind? On planet Vegeta if a child's born with a defect they're either castrated or have their good organs harvested. Sometimes both."

Annie is reeling from the revelation, but only for a moment. "Helen is the one who found you after you landed."

"So she isn't blind? What is going on here?"

Annie massaged her temples. Helen has been blind for almost her whole life, and deaf for all of it. As you can see, she feels around to move, and feels vibrations to get a sense of where things are. She is just as intelligent as anyone, but expresses herself differently. She has overcome much."

"Can she breathe in space? Can she fly? What would she do if you dropped her off on the other side of the continent?"

"I would bring her back!"

"Well there's no going back now! That option's gone! I'm s- stuck here in this house; no rejuvenation chamber, battle armor destroyed..." There was another heavy silence in the room.

"We don't have 'rejuvenation chambers' here, but we do have hospitals-"

"If these bandages are the best medicine this world has, I'll just stay here!"

"A house call may be in order, then."

"No! I don't want some hack cutting me up!"

"Then tell me, how will you get better? As it stands you caan barely even move your arms."

"Saiyans have an accelerated healing rate; it's not like I need one anyways."

"Accelerated or not, you still need to hea- what, Helen?"

"I'd like to apologize for my earlier action, if possible. Is he still in a foul mood?"

"Yes, and it seems he will refuse a house call from the doctor, or any kind of treatment." The signing finished, Annie said, "Helen would like to extend her appologies."

"Helen can- dammit just take my tray and get out of here!" Vegeta yelled, fresh drops of red staining his bandages. Annie opened her mouth to speak, but nothing seemed enough to bring Vegeta to understanding, so she signed to Helen, "He's re-opened his wounds screaming for us to leave. I think we should just leave him to himself for now." Picking up the tray, Annie left the room with Helen close behind. But on arriving in the kitchen Helen signed to Annie a question that unbeknownst to her would change her life forever.

"Where have you left the bandages?"

"In the top drawer of the bedside table... just be careful." Thinking of Vegeta's incredible strength and anger Helen retraced her steps to the guest room. His scent led her towards the bed and she took in his smell as she opened the drawer. The gauze felt light and airy on her fingers, and she felt his heat radiating towards her as she sat down at his side; a strange sensation.

Her fingertips touched down on his bandages like dew, and hesitated for a moment. "Sorry..." Vegeta looked at Helen, but said nothing. Cautiously she helped him up onto his elbows and began unwinding his wrap. His skin was smooth and hot, muscles well defined. She took the colth and wiped away the dampness she felt and picked up the gauze, winding it around his torso. Finding the pin she fixed everything in place, and dared to walk her hand up to his lips and throat.

Vegeta let them stay there for a moment. "What is it? Do you expect me to forgive you?"

Helen shook her head, and tried to speak. "Bandages?"

"You- you did the bandages fine... Helen."

"Thank you..." Silence filled the close distance between the two, and Vegeta quickly slapped away Helen's hand. Helen considered Vegeta's rage for a moment then nodded and left, wondering how Vegeta would handle staying there with them.