Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z. If I did, I would be able to pay
for college -_-; *Sigh*
Author's Notes: Well I just got back from vacation. Went to Williamsburg and it was lots of fun ^^. Got caught in a thunder storm in Bush Gardens and got soaked. Oh well. Well, now Vega and Gohan need a wedding or something. Gohan has been changing the saiyan race and planet. Don't think everyone is all hunky dory with this. Trouble brews in the warriors' heart.
'Thoughts' :Bond: Telepathy
Changes in History Chapter 3
Vega pulled ahead of Gohan, giggling slightly as she felt Gohan's cares fade and melt into something that kept the haunted look from his eyes. Soon they reached the palace, where Vega landed and quickly ran ahead of Gohan. Running to her father, she bowed before hugging him. K. Vegeta, surprised at this action, let his reprimands fade at his child's obvious joy. 'It must have happened, but where is the boy?'
Gohan tried to follow Vega in, but was blocked by one of the burly saiyan guards. "What brings you here, Your Hiiiiighhhhneesssss?" one of them drawled.
"I need to speak with the kind, and I do believe you have orders to let me through at all times."
The guards sneered. "We do, but it doesn't specify in what condition. You took away our grand battles, and made us start doing sissy things, like farming for food. We don't like that. You're going to have to entertain us now, half breed. You have no right to call yourself a king, or even relate to us true saiyans. If we kill you, that shield will disappear right? Then we can go on to do what we do best, killing inferior beings like yourself!"
Gohan didn't have to wait long before the guards attacked him. Quickly avoiding their double attack, he zanzoukened behind them and knocked their hard heads into each other, effectively knocking them out. Gohan felt a little disappointed when they didn't rattle. Sighing, he turned around to see Vega's slightly stunned look and K. Vegeta's frown.
Vega quickly ran up to check on Gohan, slightly worried, while K. Vegeta scowled at the fallen bodies of the guards. "Why did they attack you? All the guards have orders to let you in when you need something from me."
"They're upset that I stopped the planet purging," Gohan said softly, "Something that I'm not ashamed of, as a human or a saiyan. However, I did not think of what a warrior race would do if there were no battles to fight."
K. Vegeta sighed, and shook his head, "But what can we do. We are a race of warriors with nothing but training for a battle you asked help with, farming our own food in the new soil you provided, and raising children. The training seems meaningless to many of our warriors because we cannot tell them of the future you come from."
Gohan frowned and Vega looked slightly startled at a few of the emotions she was picking up from him. "I suppose we need to give them something worth training for," Gohan said softly.
K. Vegeta and Vega stared at Gohan as he chuckled wryly. "Let's give them a tournament. Being the strongest is something all warriors strive for isn't it? Let's determine the strongest, and give them a grand prize."
"And who may enter this tournament?" K. Vegeta asked, thinking hard about this tournament.
"We make it so the winner may not challenge the crown," Gohan said, "I will not enter the tournament. That is your safeguard. Anyone who is strong enough to pass a ki test that grandpa and I shall rig may enter. I can draw up the schematics and everything needed to organize this tournament. We'll give them, say one year to train for this event. You just decide on the prize you want to give, or if you're entering the tournament yourself."
K. Vegeta smirked, "Not a bad idea, since there is a safeguard here. Draw up everything needed, and get started. I'll get started on a few advertising details. Congratulations on your bonding, you two. I am very happy that you two are together."
K. Vegeta left and Gohan smiled down into the face of his beloved. "Well, I suppose we ought to figure out where we want to live," he said softly.
"You're apartment should be fine for a little while," Vega said, "More privacy. By the way, why do you still call Bardock grandfather? He is not old enough for that right now, no matter how you think about it."
"He doesn't seem to mind, but you're right. Maybe I should ask about him adopting me as his son, since now I'm older than both my father and my uncle."
Vega nodded and looked back at the palace one more time, "Let's go, we have plans to make."
Gohan nodded, and followed his mate into the sky, searching for his grandfather along the way.
Months passed, with many folks getting more and more excited about the tournament. The king had decided to allow participants to choose their desire within reason. That meant no asking to be king, no asking for a class outside of your rank. You could ask for money or anything material. That was it. Many of the non saiyan residents of planet Vegeta were excited about this tournament also, as some of them were warriors also.
Gohan stopped working on the ki machine for a moment to take a look at the diagram once more. Bardock was at one of the science labs, testing out some of the new equipment they had come up with, so Gohan was on his own. Vega would have helped, but Gohan thought she would be better off making sure the construction of the stadium was off to a good start.
Putting down the plans, Gohan turned to start on the machine again when he saw Star, the cat goddess, walk in. "What can I do for you?" Gohan asked.
Star looked up at him and studied him a bit, "Do you think they would mind if we started a few colonies of our own here?"
Gohan thought a moment. "I'll take that to the king tomorrow. Are you sure? The gravity here is not that of earth's gravity. It is about 2.5 times stronger."
"We've decided," Star said, "Many of us would like the chance to see how our races thrive and survive on a planet such as this."
Gohan nodded, "Heaven knows you'll have to grow much stronger in order to survive with a race like this. I shall ask the king tonight. Things should be all the better since the soil has changed and become better able to support life."
Star nodded and left. Gohan idly wondered why she did not just disappear like the other gods did, but then shrugged, thinking it's the cat's prerogative. Quickly getting to work on the machine again, Gohan felt time slip away as he worked, and finished his piece just as the door slammed.
Smiling, Gohan looked at the time, and was surprised to see it was almost time for dinner. Getting up, he walked into the living area of the apartment he shared with his grandfather and mate. Standing in the middle of the room, was a fuming Vega.
Gohan frowned slightly at the emotions he was picking up from her and decided to get her attention. "Are you alright?"
Vega looked up startled at him and then ran into his arms, clinging to him like he was her lifeline. "We have to get daddy to add one more rule to what you can and can't get for a prize. One of the workers wants me as a prize should he win, and the rest agreed with him. When I told them I was mated, they laughed and said it didn't matter."
Gohan frowned slightly. "That needs to be taken care of. I'm sure none of those selfish like that will win."
Vega sniffled slightly, "It's still wrong to allow something like that."
Nuzzling the top of her head, Gohan nodded, and pulled her closer. "If we're going to address your father tonight, we really ought to get dressed for the dinner he invited us to tonight."
Feeling Vega's nerves calm, Gohan pulled away slightly, and Vega looked up, smiling. Nodding, she left for their bedroom and with a swish of her tail, disappeared inside of it. Gohan chuckled slightly, and then turned when the door opened again.
"It's great of you two to spend time with an old man, but why are you here again?" Bardock asked.
Gohan chuckled slightly, "Because father, the palace is rather restricting. We like it better here with you."
Bardock shook his head and chuckled. "After the life you led, I would have been sure you would have wanted to live it up in the palace."
Gohan just shrugged, "I have the machine mostly ready, all you need to do is test a few things on it. Then we can get started on assembling the rest of it."
Bardock nodded, "You had better get ready for your dinner now, or else you'll be late."
Gohan grinned sheepishly and left for his bedroom. Vega was sitting in front of the vanity he had made her, bushing her hair. Kissing her on the cheek, Gohan quickly grabbed what he needed to take a quick shower, and get ready. Vega was waiting for him as he finished getting dressed and stepped out of the bathroom.
"Shall we go love?" she asked with a brilliant smile.
Gohan felt his knees grow slightly weak and could only nod. She grabbed his hand and led him out the door, saying goodbye to Bardock, who was in with their brilliant machine.
Bardock sighed as he heard the door close. 'Would we still be like that my mate, if you were alive? It has been so long. You would not want me to wish you back would you? It is not the saiyan way. I wish you were here to see him though, the man from the future, who is our grandson not yet born. He has changed many of us for the better. Many realize what he did for us and respect him. There is unrest though, and he is coming up with solutions to keep us safe. With what he had been through, I would not think he would help his race. I am glad he is here, and I am even gladder he did not abandon us.'
Bardock turned back to the machine, and checked the reading output with his scouter. Smiling as everything aligned itself and read correctly, Bardock got the plans for mass producing the machine ready. They would need many of them for the tournament in three months.
Gohan flew next to Vega watching his mate out of the corner of his eye. 'What the workers said must still be bothering her,' he realized. He gave her reassurances through their link and she slowly calmed. :We have to be rational for your father. He can't just change things without reason.:
Vega nodded slowly and sighed. :What else is on your mind besides that husband of mine?:
Gohan grinned slightly, and asked what she thought of the animals' request. Vega thought a moment after wiping the stunned expression off her face. :That could work. If we had things to help with some of the farm work, our people would be less likely to grumble about it. I don't think we've ever had anything we could call a 'pet.':
Gohan chuckled a bit, :Now that I can believe.:
Glaring at her husband slightly, she giggled and then started to descend towards the palace. Gohan followed and straitened his clothing while he was at it. Holding out his arm, he smiled goofily as Vega giggled once more and took it.
They walked in and found the king already sitting at the table. He rose to greet his daughter and son in law. Gohan noticed many of the king's advisors sitting with them and gulped. 'It's going to be hard to broach either subject here. Kami give me strength.'
As dinner progressed, Gohan slowed his eating to near human levels. "What's on you're mind Gohan?" the king asked, noticing Gohan's sudden lack in appetite.
Gohan looked to the king and then to the advisors, finding them all staring at him. "Well, father," Gohan said, as the king insisted on him calling him that, "It has come to my attention that some of the workers and other people on the planet preparing for the tournament are thinking about asking for someone else's mate or other possessions as a prize for the tournament. I think this should be limited to something you may give them. Not something that belongs to someone else."
The king sighed, "It figures they would find a loophole to try and snag my daughter."
The king looked to his advisors, who were discussing the implications of this. One then stood up as they came to a consensus. "You have the right to change that, and we will back you my liege. This should be limited to material, non living things only."
K. Vegeta nodded and then looked to Gohan and his daughter again. "It shall be done. Was there anything else?"
Gohan hesitated a moment and then drew in a breath. "The animal gods I rule would like permission to start their own colonies in the wild or as pets in homes here."
One of the advisors burst out laughing, "You mean the weakling little animals from your planet? That's absurd!"
Gohan growled a moment and then calmed himself slightly. "Some of the animals would provide good fresh meat each year after they got enough of a population going. It would be better than just vegetables every year. Others would be useful with the farming that many of the saiyans seem to hate. They would not only prove useful with that, but they would bring more seeds to allow forests and other things to grow in the uninhabited areas that they would occupy."
"Quiiite frrrankly, I think we arre useful," came Star's silky voice, as she appeared on the table.
Many of the advisors looked startled at the cat's sudden appearance. "Something wrong Star?" Gohan asked the black and white cat.
Star turned to him and nodded, "I have come to report on Frieza's progress, as well as Kakarrot's. I believed that all who dine here would like to hear this."
"You're judgment has never led me wrong before, please continue," Gohan said with interest.
The cat nodded, and started on her report, "Frieza is starting to pay less and less attention to some of the planets on his outer border furthest from Namek. If we were to convince those planets to join us, we could start working from the outside in, taking his allies, or should I say clients away from him. With some of our own abilities, we could restore their planets to their own usefulness and possibly start a trading system going. Each planet has something useful to the others in excess and we have something useful to them. The only thing is the right time to strike, and how to disguise ourselves for when Frieza pays attention to the planet again."
The advisors looked stunned while K. Vegeta looked on interestedly. "I like this animal. Very strategic."
Star purred, "Why thank you, your highness."
Turning back to Gohan, she stared him right in the eye. "Kakarrot has hit his head in the ravine, and has forgotten everything. He is in the care of the old man, Son Gohan. Kakarrot, now Goku, woke up two days ago and has become very attached to the old man. He is also very independent of him. Son Gohan is teaching his new 'grandson' how to fight with many different methods and styles of fighting."
Gohan nodded, and sat back slightly, thinking hard. Vega looked at her mate worriedly, wondering what he was going to do. Standing, she touched his shoulder and stood next to him looking down. Gohan placed a hand over hers and looked up with a slight smile on his face.
Reassuring Vega, Gohan then stood, and turned to address the entire room. "Should you wish to make treaties with those under Frieza's rule, I will make holes in the barrier with which to travel through. However, I would not send battle happy saiyans through them. Send your most diplomatic people."
With that Gohan turned and started to walk out of the dining area. Vega and Star bowed slightly to the room and turned to follow Gohan. "Vega," K. Vegeta called, "Tell Gohan that his subjects may attempt to make homes here on Planet Vegeta. It is the least we can do for all he's done for us."
Vega smiled, and bowed to the room once more. Quickly catching up with her husband, they flew home together, idly noticing that Star had chosen to stay behind in the castle.
The tournament swiftly approached and animals of all kinds were making their way into existence on the harsh planet of Vegeta. Gohan noticed, yet did not say anything about, the unusually high population of domestic cats in the palace. Most animals were larger to accommodate the different living conditions, and all were much stronger. All saiyans were becoming used to the strange beings living on their planet, and a few had even adopted them as pets. Planet Vegeta was becoming more like home for Gohan.
Standing in the top box with the king, Gohan surveyed the tournament grounds. He noticed that a great many were coming out of the registration office with downcast looks on their faces, yet using his sensing ability, he knew that their were even more making the cut. Nodding to K. Vegeta, Gohan turned and walked out of the booth to check on the contestants' progress.
:Vega, are you sure you're alright?: Gohan asked her while heading out.
Vega's distant reply had a slightly exasperated tone to it. :Of course I'm fine! It was just a little morning sickness. Now let me finish my job here and I'll join you at the number drawing station.:
Gohan sighed, he was not happy about Vega coming to the tournament after throwing up that morning. He knew why she had thrown up, as did she, but they weren't ready to tell anyone yet.
Getting to the elimination room, Gohan stood by stood near the number booth, where many of the saiyans were waiting. Looking up at the clock, he noticed that the registration booths had closed and it was almost time to start the contestants drawing numbers.
Vega came up beside him and leaned up against his shoulder, letting him know that she was there. Gohan wrapped his tail around her waist and kept his eyes on the clock. Soon it was time, and Gohan let everyone in to draw a number. After all the numbers were delivered, Gohan stated the rules he had set. For the most part, Gohan had stuck to the rules that he remembered from his father's tales of tournaments. Others were just a safe guard against any kind of death or accidental destruction of the stadium. While he was sure the shields would hold, he just wanted to be safe about things.
As soon as the rules were read, the elimination process started. Some battles were over with quickly, while others lasted the full thirty minutes. After five hours, the blocks had their champions, and everyone was ready for the final drawing, to pit the best against each other.
A/N: Yeah, yeah, cliffy, I know. Sorry, ran out of brain power today. Not a bad cliffy though right? I probably ought to have finished it though ^.^ Oh well. I gotta update my other stories also. Ja ne!
Author's Notes: Well I just got back from vacation. Went to Williamsburg and it was lots of fun ^^. Got caught in a thunder storm in Bush Gardens and got soaked. Oh well. Well, now Vega and Gohan need a wedding or something. Gohan has been changing the saiyan race and planet. Don't think everyone is all hunky dory with this. Trouble brews in the warriors' heart.
'Thoughts' :Bond: Telepathy
Changes in History Chapter 3
Vega pulled ahead of Gohan, giggling slightly as she felt Gohan's cares fade and melt into something that kept the haunted look from his eyes. Soon they reached the palace, where Vega landed and quickly ran ahead of Gohan. Running to her father, she bowed before hugging him. K. Vegeta, surprised at this action, let his reprimands fade at his child's obvious joy. 'It must have happened, but where is the boy?'
Gohan tried to follow Vega in, but was blocked by one of the burly saiyan guards. "What brings you here, Your Hiiiiighhhhneesssss?" one of them drawled.
"I need to speak with the kind, and I do believe you have orders to let me through at all times."
The guards sneered. "We do, but it doesn't specify in what condition. You took away our grand battles, and made us start doing sissy things, like farming for food. We don't like that. You're going to have to entertain us now, half breed. You have no right to call yourself a king, or even relate to us true saiyans. If we kill you, that shield will disappear right? Then we can go on to do what we do best, killing inferior beings like yourself!"
Gohan didn't have to wait long before the guards attacked him. Quickly avoiding their double attack, he zanzoukened behind them and knocked their hard heads into each other, effectively knocking them out. Gohan felt a little disappointed when they didn't rattle. Sighing, he turned around to see Vega's slightly stunned look and K. Vegeta's frown.
Vega quickly ran up to check on Gohan, slightly worried, while K. Vegeta scowled at the fallen bodies of the guards. "Why did they attack you? All the guards have orders to let you in when you need something from me."
"They're upset that I stopped the planet purging," Gohan said softly, "Something that I'm not ashamed of, as a human or a saiyan. However, I did not think of what a warrior race would do if there were no battles to fight."
K. Vegeta sighed, and shook his head, "But what can we do. We are a race of warriors with nothing but training for a battle you asked help with, farming our own food in the new soil you provided, and raising children. The training seems meaningless to many of our warriors because we cannot tell them of the future you come from."
Gohan frowned and Vega looked slightly startled at a few of the emotions she was picking up from him. "I suppose we need to give them something worth training for," Gohan said softly.
K. Vegeta and Vega stared at Gohan as he chuckled wryly. "Let's give them a tournament. Being the strongest is something all warriors strive for isn't it? Let's determine the strongest, and give them a grand prize."
"And who may enter this tournament?" K. Vegeta asked, thinking hard about this tournament.
"We make it so the winner may not challenge the crown," Gohan said, "I will not enter the tournament. That is your safeguard. Anyone who is strong enough to pass a ki test that grandpa and I shall rig may enter. I can draw up the schematics and everything needed to organize this tournament. We'll give them, say one year to train for this event. You just decide on the prize you want to give, or if you're entering the tournament yourself."
K. Vegeta smirked, "Not a bad idea, since there is a safeguard here. Draw up everything needed, and get started. I'll get started on a few advertising details. Congratulations on your bonding, you two. I am very happy that you two are together."
K. Vegeta left and Gohan smiled down into the face of his beloved. "Well, I suppose we ought to figure out where we want to live," he said softly.
"You're apartment should be fine for a little while," Vega said, "More privacy. By the way, why do you still call Bardock grandfather? He is not old enough for that right now, no matter how you think about it."
"He doesn't seem to mind, but you're right. Maybe I should ask about him adopting me as his son, since now I'm older than both my father and my uncle."
Vega nodded and looked back at the palace one more time, "Let's go, we have plans to make."
Gohan nodded, and followed his mate into the sky, searching for his grandfather along the way.
Months passed, with many folks getting more and more excited about the tournament. The king had decided to allow participants to choose their desire within reason. That meant no asking to be king, no asking for a class outside of your rank. You could ask for money or anything material. That was it. Many of the non saiyan residents of planet Vegeta were excited about this tournament also, as some of them were warriors also.
Gohan stopped working on the ki machine for a moment to take a look at the diagram once more. Bardock was at one of the science labs, testing out some of the new equipment they had come up with, so Gohan was on his own. Vega would have helped, but Gohan thought she would be better off making sure the construction of the stadium was off to a good start.
Putting down the plans, Gohan turned to start on the machine again when he saw Star, the cat goddess, walk in. "What can I do for you?" Gohan asked.
Star looked up at him and studied him a bit, "Do you think they would mind if we started a few colonies of our own here?"
Gohan thought a moment. "I'll take that to the king tomorrow. Are you sure? The gravity here is not that of earth's gravity. It is about 2.5 times stronger."
"We've decided," Star said, "Many of us would like the chance to see how our races thrive and survive on a planet such as this."
Gohan nodded, "Heaven knows you'll have to grow much stronger in order to survive with a race like this. I shall ask the king tonight. Things should be all the better since the soil has changed and become better able to support life."
Star nodded and left. Gohan idly wondered why she did not just disappear like the other gods did, but then shrugged, thinking it's the cat's prerogative. Quickly getting to work on the machine again, Gohan felt time slip away as he worked, and finished his piece just as the door slammed.
Smiling, Gohan looked at the time, and was surprised to see it was almost time for dinner. Getting up, he walked into the living area of the apartment he shared with his grandfather and mate. Standing in the middle of the room, was a fuming Vega.
Gohan frowned slightly at the emotions he was picking up from her and decided to get her attention. "Are you alright?"
Vega looked up startled at him and then ran into his arms, clinging to him like he was her lifeline. "We have to get daddy to add one more rule to what you can and can't get for a prize. One of the workers wants me as a prize should he win, and the rest agreed with him. When I told them I was mated, they laughed and said it didn't matter."
Gohan frowned slightly. "That needs to be taken care of. I'm sure none of those selfish like that will win."
Vega sniffled slightly, "It's still wrong to allow something like that."
Nuzzling the top of her head, Gohan nodded, and pulled her closer. "If we're going to address your father tonight, we really ought to get dressed for the dinner he invited us to tonight."
Feeling Vega's nerves calm, Gohan pulled away slightly, and Vega looked up, smiling. Nodding, she left for their bedroom and with a swish of her tail, disappeared inside of it. Gohan chuckled slightly, and then turned when the door opened again.
"It's great of you two to spend time with an old man, but why are you here again?" Bardock asked.
Gohan chuckled slightly, "Because father, the palace is rather restricting. We like it better here with you."
Bardock shook his head and chuckled. "After the life you led, I would have been sure you would have wanted to live it up in the palace."
Gohan just shrugged, "I have the machine mostly ready, all you need to do is test a few things on it. Then we can get started on assembling the rest of it."
Bardock nodded, "You had better get ready for your dinner now, or else you'll be late."
Gohan grinned sheepishly and left for his bedroom. Vega was sitting in front of the vanity he had made her, bushing her hair. Kissing her on the cheek, Gohan quickly grabbed what he needed to take a quick shower, and get ready. Vega was waiting for him as he finished getting dressed and stepped out of the bathroom.
"Shall we go love?" she asked with a brilliant smile.
Gohan felt his knees grow slightly weak and could only nod. She grabbed his hand and led him out the door, saying goodbye to Bardock, who was in with their brilliant machine.
Bardock sighed as he heard the door close. 'Would we still be like that my mate, if you were alive? It has been so long. You would not want me to wish you back would you? It is not the saiyan way. I wish you were here to see him though, the man from the future, who is our grandson not yet born. He has changed many of us for the better. Many realize what he did for us and respect him. There is unrest though, and he is coming up with solutions to keep us safe. With what he had been through, I would not think he would help his race. I am glad he is here, and I am even gladder he did not abandon us.'
Bardock turned back to the machine, and checked the reading output with his scouter. Smiling as everything aligned itself and read correctly, Bardock got the plans for mass producing the machine ready. They would need many of them for the tournament in three months.
Gohan flew next to Vega watching his mate out of the corner of his eye. 'What the workers said must still be bothering her,' he realized. He gave her reassurances through their link and she slowly calmed. :We have to be rational for your father. He can't just change things without reason.:
Vega nodded slowly and sighed. :What else is on your mind besides that husband of mine?:
Gohan grinned slightly, and asked what she thought of the animals' request. Vega thought a moment after wiping the stunned expression off her face. :That could work. If we had things to help with some of the farm work, our people would be less likely to grumble about it. I don't think we've ever had anything we could call a 'pet.':
Gohan chuckled a bit, :Now that I can believe.:
Glaring at her husband slightly, she giggled and then started to descend towards the palace. Gohan followed and straitened his clothing while he was at it. Holding out his arm, he smiled goofily as Vega giggled once more and took it.
They walked in and found the king already sitting at the table. He rose to greet his daughter and son in law. Gohan noticed many of the king's advisors sitting with them and gulped. 'It's going to be hard to broach either subject here. Kami give me strength.'
As dinner progressed, Gohan slowed his eating to near human levels. "What's on you're mind Gohan?" the king asked, noticing Gohan's sudden lack in appetite.
Gohan looked to the king and then to the advisors, finding them all staring at him. "Well, father," Gohan said, as the king insisted on him calling him that, "It has come to my attention that some of the workers and other people on the planet preparing for the tournament are thinking about asking for someone else's mate or other possessions as a prize for the tournament. I think this should be limited to something you may give them. Not something that belongs to someone else."
The king sighed, "It figures they would find a loophole to try and snag my daughter."
The king looked to his advisors, who were discussing the implications of this. One then stood up as they came to a consensus. "You have the right to change that, and we will back you my liege. This should be limited to material, non living things only."
K. Vegeta nodded and then looked to Gohan and his daughter again. "It shall be done. Was there anything else?"
Gohan hesitated a moment and then drew in a breath. "The animal gods I rule would like permission to start their own colonies in the wild or as pets in homes here."
One of the advisors burst out laughing, "You mean the weakling little animals from your planet? That's absurd!"
Gohan growled a moment and then calmed himself slightly. "Some of the animals would provide good fresh meat each year after they got enough of a population going. It would be better than just vegetables every year. Others would be useful with the farming that many of the saiyans seem to hate. They would not only prove useful with that, but they would bring more seeds to allow forests and other things to grow in the uninhabited areas that they would occupy."
"Quiiite frrrankly, I think we arre useful," came Star's silky voice, as she appeared on the table.
Many of the advisors looked startled at the cat's sudden appearance. "Something wrong Star?" Gohan asked the black and white cat.
Star turned to him and nodded, "I have come to report on Frieza's progress, as well as Kakarrot's. I believed that all who dine here would like to hear this."
"You're judgment has never led me wrong before, please continue," Gohan said with interest.
The cat nodded, and started on her report, "Frieza is starting to pay less and less attention to some of the planets on his outer border furthest from Namek. If we were to convince those planets to join us, we could start working from the outside in, taking his allies, or should I say clients away from him. With some of our own abilities, we could restore their planets to their own usefulness and possibly start a trading system going. Each planet has something useful to the others in excess and we have something useful to them. The only thing is the right time to strike, and how to disguise ourselves for when Frieza pays attention to the planet again."
The advisors looked stunned while K. Vegeta looked on interestedly. "I like this animal. Very strategic."
Star purred, "Why thank you, your highness."
Turning back to Gohan, she stared him right in the eye. "Kakarrot has hit his head in the ravine, and has forgotten everything. He is in the care of the old man, Son Gohan. Kakarrot, now Goku, woke up two days ago and has become very attached to the old man. He is also very independent of him. Son Gohan is teaching his new 'grandson' how to fight with many different methods and styles of fighting."
Gohan nodded, and sat back slightly, thinking hard. Vega looked at her mate worriedly, wondering what he was going to do. Standing, she touched his shoulder and stood next to him looking down. Gohan placed a hand over hers and looked up with a slight smile on his face.
Reassuring Vega, Gohan then stood, and turned to address the entire room. "Should you wish to make treaties with those under Frieza's rule, I will make holes in the barrier with which to travel through. However, I would not send battle happy saiyans through them. Send your most diplomatic people."
With that Gohan turned and started to walk out of the dining area. Vega and Star bowed slightly to the room and turned to follow Gohan. "Vega," K. Vegeta called, "Tell Gohan that his subjects may attempt to make homes here on Planet Vegeta. It is the least we can do for all he's done for us."
Vega smiled, and bowed to the room once more. Quickly catching up with her husband, they flew home together, idly noticing that Star had chosen to stay behind in the castle.
The tournament swiftly approached and animals of all kinds were making their way into existence on the harsh planet of Vegeta. Gohan noticed, yet did not say anything about, the unusually high population of domestic cats in the palace. Most animals were larger to accommodate the different living conditions, and all were much stronger. All saiyans were becoming used to the strange beings living on their planet, and a few had even adopted them as pets. Planet Vegeta was becoming more like home for Gohan.
Standing in the top box with the king, Gohan surveyed the tournament grounds. He noticed that a great many were coming out of the registration office with downcast looks on their faces, yet using his sensing ability, he knew that their were even more making the cut. Nodding to K. Vegeta, Gohan turned and walked out of the booth to check on the contestants' progress.
:Vega, are you sure you're alright?: Gohan asked her while heading out.
Vega's distant reply had a slightly exasperated tone to it. :Of course I'm fine! It was just a little morning sickness. Now let me finish my job here and I'll join you at the number drawing station.:
Gohan sighed, he was not happy about Vega coming to the tournament after throwing up that morning. He knew why she had thrown up, as did she, but they weren't ready to tell anyone yet.
Getting to the elimination room, Gohan stood by stood near the number booth, where many of the saiyans were waiting. Looking up at the clock, he noticed that the registration booths had closed and it was almost time to start the contestants drawing numbers.
Vega came up beside him and leaned up against his shoulder, letting him know that she was there. Gohan wrapped his tail around her waist and kept his eyes on the clock. Soon it was time, and Gohan let everyone in to draw a number. After all the numbers were delivered, Gohan stated the rules he had set. For the most part, Gohan had stuck to the rules that he remembered from his father's tales of tournaments. Others were just a safe guard against any kind of death or accidental destruction of the stadium. While he was sure the shields would hold, he just wanted to be safe about things.
As soon as the rules were read, the elimination process started. Some battles were over with quickly, while others lasted the full thirty minutes. After five hours, the blocks had their champions, and everyone was ready for the final drawing, to pit the best against each other.
A/N: Yeah, yeah, cliffy, I know. Sorry, ran out of brain power today. Not a bad cliffy though right? I probably ought to have finished it though ^.^ Oh well. I gotta update my other stories also. Ja ne!