A lone pod raced across the galaxy, leaving a trail of blue energy behind it as it traveled across the vastness of space straight towards a blue and green ball in the northern galaxy. As the pod grew closer and closer to the planet the machine began to wake up it's inhabitant: a lone Saiyan clad in in a Freiza force battle suit. Opening her eye's she saw it, the planet she'd set course for over six months ago; Earth.

Suddenly the pod began to rock violently as it entered the planets atmosphere, an aura of fire surrounding it brought on by the velocity at which it punched into the planets atmosphere and for just a moment the pod became uncomfortably hot and as quickly as it had it began to cool itself and then headed straight into the crust of the planet, embedding itself inside a small crater.

There was silence for a few moments.

Then, an audible hiss began to fill the still air as the ball began to open up, the entrance to the pod falling into the dirt. Then two gloved hands gripped the frame of where the pod door used to be and the figure inside stood up. Her hair was unkempt and, while mostly black, had a dark brown look to it, her tail, that was once wrapped tightly around the waist of her armor, which was a bit unique as it lacked the shoulder cauldrons and replaced the armor around the waist in favor of an armored skirt, had unwrapped itself and began to stretch out, waking itself up after half a year of hibernation.

She looked around, surveying her surroundings. She'd landed in some forest, that much she could tell for herself, but she didn't know where exactly she'd landed, or how far away she was from her target. She then pressed the red activation button on her scouter and watched as the blue screen in front of her left eye began to search for any notable power levels.

When it had finished there were about three or so that had been spotted immediately, which was a good thing, it meant that her search would be made that much easier. One of the power levels was all alone, somewhere to the east, another was in a more densely populated area, surrounded by lesser power levels, some even as low as five. The most notable was in a similar area, however they weren't around any other power levels... well at least not in the same room. She figured if she was going to find what she was looking for, it would be there.

The Saiyan who fought toe to toe with Beerus the destroyer.

Bulma walked out of the capsule corporation building, practically steaming with rage. What, or rather who, was the cause of this? As if it were even a question worth asking. It was her damn muscle head of a husband, Vegeta. This was the third day in a row that he'd locked himself in that damned space ship that her father made all those years ago.

"I swear, all Saiyans ever care about is getting stronger. They have no consideration for anything or anyone else. How many times have I washed Vegeta's sweaty, stinky training uniform without getting so much as a thank you?" She fumed to herself before arriving at the space ship. "Too damn many!" she exploded before going to smash her fist against the door.

Just as she was about to though, a figure in the sky caught her attention. It was silhouetted by the sun but she could make out a few features. Whoever they were it seemed they'd no idea what a brush was because their hair was majorly unkempt. They were also fairly slender, Bulma noticed as she placed a visor of fingers to her forehead, but there was one detail that stuck out to her above all others it was the brown, furry tail that hung down from behind them.

Bulma suddenly felt very cold. A-another Saiyan!?

Then the alien began to descend to the ground below, landing like a feather.

Bulma took a step back, instinctively bringing a shaky hand in front of herself as some sort of feeble protection.

The Saiyan simply stared at her, almost looking bored. Looking at it now she was almost intrigued, because only now was she realizing that this particular Saiyan was a female. But her intrigue was over shadowed by her fear once more as the Saiyan took a step forward.

"H-help!" Bulma cried out, making a dash for the the space ship and she began to wildly beat on it, hoping to get Vegeta's attention. While she did though, she thought she heard the Saiyan tell her to wait, but that didn't slow her any.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the door flew up, revealing a tattered Vegeta who'd barely heard his wife's cries for help over then intense feeling of the gravity training room pressing down on his body. He quickly grabbed Bulma by the shoulders and began to try to calm her down. "Bulma, what's the matter!?" He asked, worried. It wasn't very often that his wife screamed for help like that. He was worried that Beerus had had a change of heart.

Bulma pressed herself against Vegeta and turned around to point at the Saiyan that was standing in their yard. "It's another Saiyan!"

Vegeta's eye's widened a bit. "What?" he asked, looking to where Bulma was pointing. At the end of her finger he saw her, the Saiyan Bulma was talking about. Vegeta almost wanted to yell at Bulma because the moment he saw the Saiyan the first thing he noticed about her was how Low her power level was. He almost didn't even feel it. His grip on Bulma loosened as he stared down the Saiyan. Bulma seemed to calm down a little bit as well.

"What business do you have on this planet?" He asked, looking down at the low-level.

Gine looked up at the Saiyan in front of her, she'd recognized him the moment he stepped out of that strange ship. It almost reminded her of her own pod, but that was the last thing on her mind right now. "Prince... Vegeta?" She asked, more so to herself than anyone.

"That's right. Now answer my question: What are you doing on Earth?" Vegeta asked in a more demanding tone.

Gine tensed up, the young prince was a born prodigy, it would probably be best not to upset him.

"Forgive me, Prince Vegeta." she asked, bending to one knee, "I've come here because I'd heard rumors of a Saiyan fighting toe to toe with Beerus the destroyer and walking away..." She paused, letting realization sink in that it was not her son, Kakarot. She'd hoped, albeit foolishly, that perhaps he'd survived Freizas hunt for the Saiyans, her hope grew when she'd learned that the fight had taken place around the northern galaxy, where she and bardock had sent Kakarot off to. But it made more sense that Vegeta was the one who'd done it. He was, after all, the strongest of their race, even as a child. "It appears I've found him."

Vegeta wrinkled his nose. "You sound disappointed... Aren't you happy to see another Saiyan? Your prince Even?"

Gine's eye's widened as she stared at the ground, luckily too so the prince wouldn't be able to see her fear. "No, Prince Vegeta! I'm not disappointed at all. I am happy that there is another Saiyan alive... It's just that I was holding out a bit of hope that it was someone I knew."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms as Bulma came out from behind him. "Oh?" he asked, "And who might that be?"

Then, the Prince felt a soft hand smack across his cheek and looked down to see his wife standing here with her hands on her hips and her face contorted in anger.

"Vegeta! How rude of you! This girl came all the way from... wherever... just see another member of her race and this is the welcome she gets? You're being rude asking so many questions and not to mention taking credit for what Goku did!" The blue haired woman's demeanor then completely shifted and she turned towards Gine who was still kneeling with a look of complete shock on her face.

"I'm sorry for all that. My husband is somewhat of a barbarian, my names Bulma." The woman greeted Gine, sticking her hand out.

She... she just slapped the prince... Gine thought in complete shock. And she wasn't killed on the spot. Gine then looked to Vegeta and, even more of a shock to her, he simply folded his arms and looked away.

Gine then looked back to the Bulma woman, then down to her open hand and grasped it. "My name's Gine..." she spoke, a little awkwardly.

"Well then, Gine, why don't you come on inside? You must be hungry!"

Gine then looked to Vegeta who gave her a nod and then back to Bulma. "O-Okay..."

Bulma had seemed to have forgotten that Saiyans were bottomless pits, however, as she now watched, almost in horror as Gine, who seemed to be a rather small woman, devoured plate after plate of food. Noodles, meat, bread, all of it was practically vacuumed it up by the Saiyan. "Well... She certainly is a Saiyan..." Bulma commented as Vegeta smirked.

"How's the food?" Bulma asked.

Gine practically threw herself over the table to meet Bulma's face. "Itsh Delishioush!" she commented, mouth full of food. She then swallowed it and smiled, "This is the best food I've eaten in a while!"

"Incredible..." Bulma commented. "She was so timid and reserved a minuet ago, now she's acting just like Goku." Bulma whispered to Vegeta.

At that Vegeta looked a little surprised. Because she was acting a lot like Kakarot, almost too much like him. Right down to the way she chewed her food. She couldn't be a relative could she?

"So, Gine. Who exactly were you hoping to find? Besides my husband?" Bulma inquired.

Gine stopped eating then and swallowed the last bit of her food. Her gaze seemed a bit downcast and she set her utensils down. "I came looking for my son." she answered.

"Oh..." Bulma spoke, feeling a little guilty for bringing it up. To lose a son, she couldn't imagine it.

"What was your son's name?" Vegeta spoke up now, taking a step forward.

Gine looked up at the prince, her eye's almost hopeful. "Kakarot."