Okay so here is chapter two . . . . Enjoy ^_^

Chapter 2

Eastern Temple of the Gods

She was running.

Running for her live.

She could hear them right behind her.

All she had to do was make it to the loading deck; there a space pot would be waiting for her to get away.

She was exhausted, no food and sleep for three days, all that was left was to make it to the ship before they caught her and she would finally be able to rest and eat.

They were starting to get closer. She tried to will her legs to move faster but there was nothing left in her. She could hear her elaborate breathing and her chest hiving for air. 'Come on, come on' she kept on saying to herself 'just a bit more'.

All of the sudden a gush of wind came from a hallway that she passed. The torment blew her aquatic blue hair into hair face and she could feel herself losing footage all of the sudden. Her body started to lean forward, she tried to keep her balance but her knees just wouldn't give anymore and gave out under her. She could feel her body airborne for a few seconds before she landed face first on the ground. Her body made a smacking sound as it collided with the floor and all her bones seemed to scream with the sudden impact of her weight. For a few seconds she couldn't seem to make a coherent thought and when she finally came back to herself and decided to get off the floor and to continue running it was already too late. They had circled her and were staring down upon her broken body, their faces plastered with knowing smirks.

There would be no more escaping.

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Bulma woke up shooting of her bed into a sitting position, her breath was raving and her heart was pounding widely within her chest. She moved her hand over it to will it to calm and took a few deep breaths.

'Not again' she thought looking off into the distance 'when will these dreams stop to hunt me?'

She remained on the bed for a few more seconds until she finally swung her legs over the mattress and made her way towards the bathroom. There she washed her face thoroughly trying to get rid of the dark circles the nightmare had created under her eyes. After several minutes of no success she final gave up and returned to her chamber; with deliberate movements she slowly got dressed in a white dress shirt and black sweat pants made of silk. When she was done she slipped her feet into silver ballet slippers and continued to the dresser to brush her hair; after a few strokes and a final inspection in the mirror she finally decided that there was no more to be done and left her room.

She slowly made her way down a long marble hallway which had an open window every few feet. The sun was already on the morning rise and birds were flying about chirping in the trees. Every now and then a swirl of fresh air would come through the windows and with it the smell of morning dew and spring flowers. It was a beautiful day just like every other one on this tranquil patch of rock which wasn't even big enough to be called a planet. The women workers were already starting their work on the fields, harvesting and planting new fruits and vegetables; no doubt that those very same vegetations would be served for lunch today.

Bulma continued along her path making a left and right turn whenever necessary until she landed in front of two huge double doors. The doors were embedded with many gems whose purpose were to enhance the many pictures that were depicted, the whole scenery told of a great tale of how this temple came to be. It showed how the gods themselves had united and brought their powers together, whirling it towards the dimension of the living and creating a giant planet only composed of the most beautiful and calming things existing in the worlds. Once finished with their majestic work they had set out, each individually, in search for their own messenger that was to represent them among the many mortals. A great variety of people all from different races came together and were taught by the gods themselves the knowledge needed to perform their work and priests and priestesses were created.

However, as the nature of the majority of mortals is to control and gain power the priests soon found themselves under attack because everyone wanted their own semi-gods aiding them to obtain the ultimate power and become the strongest in the galaxies. As the gods saw what was happening they were enraged, they had tried to help the people with this generous gift but now they were exploiting it each for their own selfish gain, so with one giant blow the gods ripped the planet into eight different pieces and stripped their representatives of all their powers. The priests were allowed to retain their knowledge and divided themselves equivalently between the eight pieces of the planet; they continued to follow the gods and perform the rituals to honor them. As time passed the eight pieces drifted of into space, each in a different direction.

Finally, after a few centuries, the gods decided that they would test the mortal world one more time, however this time they only created one person who would be trained in their arts, furthermore they decided to keep that person's identity a secret and chose a newborn baby once every century to perform their bidding.

Bulma pushed open one of the hug double doors with a grunt and slipped inside once there was a big enough space for her to fit through. The room she had entered was a grand library, filled with books from ceiling to floor and rows of shelves everywhere; this room was the biggest out of all the others on this island-planet. The windows were just as big as the room, stretching meters long, the rays of the morning sun illuminated every corner of the library and giant golden chandeliers decorated the ceiling with integrated diamond glass work.

Slowly Bulma started to make her way towards the back of the library letting her eyes wander over the magnificent display of books, it awed her every time she entered this room no matter how many times she had been here already; never in her live had she seen such a great library with so much poise and elegance.

As she reached the final row of books a wooden table with three chairs came into view, the table was stacked with many books, some of which were opened and marked at specific pages. Pulling out one of the chairs Bulma took a seat and continued to read where she had left off last night.

She had been coming here every day sense she had been taking into the temple. Some days she would spend hours upon hours reading various books and manuscripts and other days she only had a few minutes to indulge herself on the wisdom this room had to over.

She could remember the first time she had ever laid eyes on the library, it had rendered her speechless for several minutes, all she had been able to do was gag. In her childhood she had spend countless of hours in libraries and she would even day dream about living in one. It was obvious to tell that she loved reading, ever sense she could remember she had had her nose stuck in a book; because of it she had always been the smartest kid in the schools that she had attended, although it hadn't always made her popular among her peers. Girls had thought she was just a big nerd and guys took her to be a stupid-innocent chit. The situation was then further enhanced because of her unbelievable beauty; girls were so jealous that they would always tease her to make themselves feel better and guys just wanted to use her and to show her off to their friends.

Bulma never really understood what the obsession about her beauty was. Her skin was way to pale, due to the endless hours spent indoors, her lips were an uncanny red where one would think she was constantly wearing lipstick, her hair was a aqua blue that always made people stare at her with a dumb fold expression, and her crystal blue eyes always portrayed the emotions she was experiencing, no matter how much she tried to hide them - it was quiet annoying to her. The only think she could more or less agree on was the shape of her body, she did have nice curves, she had to admit. Her bosom wasn't small, yet it wasn't large either, her hips had a nice hourglass curve and she was just tall enough to be neither small nor too tall for a girl.

Bulma looked up from the book she was reading and turned her gaze towards the window directly across from her. There sat a pretty little red bird watching her read. The two of them stayed staring at each other for a few seconds and then Bulma slowly started to smile and as if the bird were responding to her, it let out a high chirp and then flew off again. Bulma continued to stare at the spot the bird had been for a few more seconds and then turned her attention back to her book.

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Coordination's 1534"2045'26178
Command center - Vegetasei Battleship

"My Prince, we are now within communication range." a soldier stated

"Good, establish contact with the high priestess immediately." Prince Vegeta commanded.

It had been two days sense the three messengers had come to Vegetasei to inform them of the upcoming trouble they soon might be experiencing. This was a situation that could jeopardize the whole existence of all Saiyans if not handled carefully and most importantly immediately. That's why king Vegeta had entrusted this mission to his only son. It had only taking Vegeta a day to assembly all the men he needed and to stock their ship, then without any further delay they had set out on their two days journey, hoping that their proximity would get them faster to the Eastern Temple then any of the other warriors that were bound on the same course.

The Prince hadn't let it on but he had been deeply honored when his father had turned to him. It was a sign that the king was soon going to pass his throne on to him and Prince Vegeta was more than ready to take his place as rightful king of Vegetasei. Most princes his age would be out partying and enjoying themselves with endless arrays of women, not even shedding a thought on the kingdom; however Vegeta was different. He didn't care for ridiculous parties and 'hanging out' with pompous other princes who most of them were just plane idiots flaunting their titles in other people's faces. He did enjoy the company of a woman every now in then, but he did not part take in the timeless orgies that the others would.

He was more concerned about training, to become a stronger warrior, and aiding his people, so that the Saiyan race may become the most dominate out of all one day. Furthermore, Vegeta had a secret dream that he hoped to accomplish and become the most famous king in all of Saiyan history; he wanted to be known as the one that let his people into the ultimate golden age.

Prince Vegeta wanted to be the first to become the legendary Super Saiyan.

"Sir, we have established communication" one of the warriors said, bringing Vegeta out of his thoughts.

"Project it on the screen" Vegeta commanded and a few seconds later a picture of an elder woman appeared on the central computer screen of the ship.

"What do I owe the honor, Prince Vegeta?" the elder woman asked bowing her head lightly. She wore a long, white, draped tunic fastened with a brown belt around her waist and her brown hair was piled in a messy knot on top of her head. Even though one could tell that she was already in her senior years she did however not have a single white hair and she still held herself with a composition that demanded respect.

"It seems your system has been compromised, news of the new oracle has already spread throughout the galaxies" Vegeta said getting right to the point. He was not the kind of person to engage in pointless chit-chat only because courtesy called for it.

"Oh" the woman answered without a hint of surprise or concern in her tone.

"Warriors from all over are closing in on your temple right now to claim it." Vegeta continued to explain.

"With all due respect, Prince Vegeta, but I do not believe that anyone will be coming to claim anything. Or are you not aware of what happened to the Gallican's?" the woman replied in a mocking tone.

"Woman, I suggest you watch your tone, or have you forgotten who you are talking to?" Vegeta hissed, but the women did not seem to be concerned; her face remained that of an impatient look.

"It just so happens that we have prove of just how many men are currently on their way to your little planet, and if you would stop living in your fucking fossil world and turn on your damn tracking computer once in a while you would see so yourself." Vegeta replied in a pissed off tone.

The woman turned from the screen and the sound of typing could be heard coming through the speakers, followed by a low humming sound and suddenly a sharp intake of breath. When she turned back to face the Prince her face was definitely a few shades lighter and she was resting her hands on the front panel for support.

"May be now you would like to discuss the problem on hand." this time it was Vegeta's turn to sound mocking.

"What is it that you propose?" the woman asked seriously.

"I will be arriving at your planet tomorrow morning at six to collect the oracle. We will be taking it back to Vegetasei to protect it."

The women let out a loud gasp,but before she could say anything Vegeta continued.

"It will reside in the temple of our goddess and will be left in peace. The only reason for the relocation is to keep it save. No person in their right fucking mind would dare to attack Vegetasei."

The woman stayed quiet for a few seconds and one could tell that she was lost in thought. It was obvious to Vegeta that she was having a mental battle with herself whether to hand over the oracle or not; but she knew that the Saiyan race wasn't stupid so she would have to hope that they were honestly offering protection and were not trying to trick her into just getting the oracle for themselves.

After a few minutes she finally resigned and said "Very well. We shall be expecting you at six tomorrow morning. Everything will be ready to depart by then so that there may be no delay."

Prince Vegeta nodded at the woman one more time and then the communication was ended.

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Eastern Temple of the Gods
Computer Room

The high Priestess sunk into a nearby chair and an assistant ran over to her with a cup of water and a moist towel. She took the water and drunk a few sips and then wiped her forehead with the towel.

She had never thought that after what had happened to the Gallican's that people would be stupid enough to try and take the oracle for themselves again. This just showed how foolish and relentless people could be when it came to power.

She waved her assistant away and once the girl had left the room the high priestess sunk even deeper into her chair and turned her head towards the ceiling.

'If the Saiyan's hadn't had warned us where would we be a few days from now?' she asked herself in an angry tone.

She didn't peculiarly like the Saiyan race, they were all just a murderous bunch, taking whatever they wanted and destroying that which lies in their path; all just to gain more power and dominance.

But what other choice did she have?

Out of all the people that were currently making their way towards them they seemed to be the only logical choice. They Saiyans did portray intelligence beyond any of the other races, so all she could do was to hope and trust that they did mean well and all they wanted was to protect the oracle.

After letting out another low sigh she called her assistant back into the room.

"Arelia, go and find Bulma. Tell her to meet me in my office. Tell her it is of an urgent matter and she should not delay."

The assistant bowed to her mistress and immediately left the room to do as she was told.

The high priestess looked up at the ceiling one more time and sighed "Why do you continue to do this to us?"

Omg, finally finished. This chapter for some reason felt like forever even though its just been two days lol Well tell me what you think . . . please and thank you ^_^