Disclaimer: Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT and Dragon Ball S are owned by Akira Toriyama. I do not own anything.

AN: You all get 2 chapters tonight! I want to give credit to chadtayor020 for being an awesome Beta! He is also responsible for basically any of the fight scenes in this story! Also credit to Lovelykotori for the beautiful cover photo for this story!

Chapter 2: First Contact

*Auxiliary Base*

Zarbon's ship landed on the soft landing pad, two of the men who were out on the platform noticed he wasn't getting out of his ship. "Huh, I wonder why he isn't getting out," a blue speckled alien said. The other man standing next to him looked like a humanoid, only his skin tone was more an orange tint, looked at the pod with a concerned glare. "I am not sure; maybe we should go check on him," he said and they ran to the ship. As they got to the ship the door hissed and the door began to open up. The two men got a good look at the usually perfectly kept Zarbon, and noticed he looked very beaten up.

"General Zarbon, are you okay sir?" the blue alien asked. Zarbon slowly stepped out of the pod, "I am fine, just had some bad luck is all. Tell Lord Frieza that I need to meet with him ASAP," Zarbon said as he moved his ruffled brain off his shoulder. "Sir!" both of the henchmen said and saluted. On his way to the Throne Room Zarbon stopped at his chambers to change his armor and fix himself up some. He didn't want Frieza to see how much damage Vegeta had managed to do.

He walked to the Throne Room where two soldiers were standing in front of the doors. They both crossed their arms over their chests, and Zarbon nodded at them, then they pushed the door open. Zarbon saw Frieza sitting on his throne, and noticed he didn't look happy. Zarbon walked up to Frieza, crossed his arm over his chest and bowed to him. Suddenly he heard the shrill evil voice of Frieza. "I need a full report General, and I mean full report," Frieza said, Zarbon's face paled. "Well Sire, the Piscians were eradicated with minimal casualties of your men," Zarbon started. "And? What is this I hear about most if not all of my men on the Home Base?" Frieza asked, with a condescending tone.

"It seems as though your little monkey pet has decided to betray you my Lord," Zarbon said, trying to sound calm. "So you let him take out a whole base?" Frieza asked. "Sire, he had killed almost everyone before I got there. I thought I had stopped him before but-" Zarbon was cut short by the tyrant, "You thought you stopped him? Tell me you have him General." "Uh, well you see, I thought I had killed him. So I left him lying inside the base. But it seems he survived, and he stole a pod before I got there," Zarbon was not looking at Frieza for fear of the look he was getting. "So you're telling me, the only thing I have keeping the Saiyans under my command, has managed to take out a whole base, and you let him escape?" Frieza asked in an evil tone. Zarbon nodded; there was a lump that was forming in his throat.

"YOU FOOL! Not to mention you were going to kill him without my order?! Do you know what could have happened if the filthy monkeys found out that my General killed their Prince!?" Frieza yelled! Zarbon didn't say anything. "You will track down my prize possession, and you will do it quickly! If not, I will kill you slowly, so painfully that you will be begging for the Reaper to take you to death!" Frieza was now in Zarbon's face, and his teeth were bared. "I will set a course to Planet Vegeta sir," Zarbon said, sweat beading on his forehead. "Idiot! If Vegeta has escaped, the last place he will go is to Planet Vegeta! Did you even think to track his pod?" Frieza had grabbed Zarbon by the throat.

Zarbon tried to swallow the ever growing lump in his throat to answer Frieza, "The tracking device said that the pod stopped on Planet Nydari, I sent a crew to check it out. But Vegeta had traded his ship for another. We have no way of tracking him sire." Frieza dropped Zarbon, and the light blue alien fell to his knees. "At least you aren't a complete moron; you have your work cut out for you General. Don't let me see your face back here unless you have a monkey in a cage. And I want him alive!" "Yes my Lord," Zarbon quickly saluted Frieza and left the room. As he shut the door, he heard the screams of one of Frieza's servants; Zarbon flinched and headed to the Pod Docking Bay.

*Far Out in Space*

Vegeta had a mask over his face, he was trying to keep himself asleep so his body would heal, but the visions the Pisician had shown him kept flashing though his mind. He needed to figure out a way to stop Frieza. Once he was healed he would be stronger, and would be able to hide out and train somewhere until he became a Super Saiyan. He could not let that vision come to fruition. He would become King of Planet Vegeta. And he WOULD be the first Super Saiyan to take that title!

He opened his eyes when he heard a beep on his scouter, he had forgotten he had it. He looked down and noticed that Kakarot was trying to reach him. Vegeta crushed the scouter in his hand. He couldn't let Frieza track him, even if that meant cutting ties with his people. He looked down at the small screen and noticed something was flashing. Suddenly a voice took over the pod, "4032 Green, Planet 877, Planet known as Earth. Proceed to land? Or bypass?" Vegeta thought for a moment 'I have never heard of a Planet Earth. That must mean I am far enough in the sticks to hide. Doesn't matter, I need to land somewhere and quick.' He struggled to push the words out of his throat, "Proceed to land," he said with a cough.

The monitor turned green and about 5 minutes later it said, "Entering atmosphere, landing place located." Vegeta hated landing pods on solid ground. He clenched his eyes and fists and waited for the impact. Suddenly he felt the whole pod shake and heard the loud CRASH!

*Earth*

Bulma felt happy, the only time she ever felt happy was when she was flying high in the sky; high in the sky, where she was away from the city, away from her basically nonexistent parents, and away from her boyfriend. She was truly happy; she would leave all of that if she had a good reason to. She was only 22 years old, and had part ownership in the biggest corporation in the world, and she couldn't afford to leave that. She wouldn't know what to do if she did leave it all behind. She wasn't exactly good at anything besides being smart, not to mention she wasn't a social butterfly. Nor did she think she was the most beautiful thing in the world. She's had people tell her otherwise, but those aren't the people that mattered to her. Maybe she would feel prettier if her boyfriend would keep his attention on her, rather than blatantly stare at other women. Last night hadn't been the first time they have had that fight. He tends to compare her to the other women, and then proceeds to tell her that her arms were too soft, her hips too wide, or that her breasts were too small.

She sighed, and looked down at her gauges on her glider, "Well, at least I get to see Chichi soon!" She smiled. Chichi was Bulma's opposite, but somehow they meshed well. Where Bulma was quiet and un-opinionated, Chichi was very opinionated and made sure everyone knew about it. Also while Bulma has had the same boyfriend for years now, Chichi never kept a guy around long enough to consider them a boyfriend. And the most opposite thing about the two: whereas Bulma didn't care how she looked, she hated make up, and was very plain, Chichi was all about her looks. Bulma couldn't wait to see her best friend; it had been months since she'd been out to her house. Bulma sped up her glider to try and get there quicker.

Suddenly out in the distance she saw a crater, a very big crater. "What the hell could have done that?" Bulma said, she slowed her glider down and looked in the direction of Chichi's house, and then in the direction of the crater. "Man, I would love to be at Chichi's as soon as possible. But as a scientist I can't pass that up," she said as she flew in the direction of the crater. The closer Bulma got the bigger the crater got. Her eyes were wide, not with fear, but with excitement. She landed he glider a little farther away from the crater, just to make sure nothing would explode. She got out a kit to take samples in case it was something really cool from space. She was walking to the crater when she heard a hissing sound; she stopped in her tracks and looked around. "H-hello?" she said skittishly. The hissing was getting quieter, it almost sounded like a door to a space ship was opening. She ducked down and basically crawled to the crater. As she got to the edge, what she saw she couldn't believe. It was a spaceship! And there was a person hanging out of it.

As she ran down to the ship, she was observing everything; the ship was actually a small spherical pod; only big enough for one person, Bulma was amazed, she had never seen anything like it. She noticed the body that was coming out of it was moving. "Hey! Are you okay?" she yelled but didn't get an answer. When she finally made it down the steep crater, she immediately went to the person. She dragged him out from the ship and laid him on his back. "Hang in there guy, I'll call for help," she said to the man, but he just looked at her and closed his eyes. "No, no! You wake up dude! Tell me your name!" she said as she was dialing 911. She saw his mouth open but he passed out before he could say anything. He looked like he had been put through a meat grinder; and he was wearing what looked like armor, but it was cracked and pieces of it were missing. After about an hour, Bulma got the man up out of the crater and on the grass right as an ambulance ship showed up.

*One Hour Later*

In the hospital, the Doctor walked up to Bulma. "Is he going to be okay?" she asked the Doctor. "He should be fine; he seemed to have suffered some severe injuries that we have never seen before. It's a wonder he is alive. Did you happen to get a name, or anyone to call?" he asked her. Bulma shook her head no. "Don't worry Ms. Briefs. We will take care of him, and find him a place to stay after he heals," the Doctor smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. "You can go in and see him if you like," he told her. "Thank you sir," Bulma smiled and walked to the room the mystery man was staying in. He was hooked to all sorts of machines and he was asleep. "Who are you?" Bulma said and looked at him in wonder. She dug in her purse, got out her wallet and a small note book. On the note book she wrote, 'If you need anything give me a call, my information is on the card.' She folded the small paper and put the card in the middle, set it on the night stand, and left the room where the strange injured man from space slept.