DBZ doesn't belong to me, regrettably.


Vegeta was done showering and he was yelling at Bulma for a towel. Well as he put it, a drying cloth. Then he was finally dressed, and walking out, ugly yellow pants and pink badman shirt. He had a look of disdain on his face. "What is with these clothes?"

Hyrina was just laughing at him while Bulma answered. "It's the style here!"

"Well the style is absurd!" Vegeta bellowed. "Men in pink, how bizarre!" He looked at his still cackling sister. "YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH BEFORE I SHUT IT FOR YOU!"

"I'm jealous, why don't I get to wear some pink?" Hyrina continued, laughing so much it was hard to catch her breath.

"You're just jealous because I can make even the color pink look manly!"

"Oh calm down Vegeta." Bulma states. "Sit down, we're about to have lunch."

Hyrina stood up and wiped the tears out of her eyes. "I have something important to talk to you about, Vegeta."

"It can wait."

"But..."

"IT CAN WAIT!"

Hyrina sighed and nodded, turning to the grill and looking at what Bulma had for cooking. She wasn't too terrible a cook, but the ingredients and the environment on different planets called for different methods of cooking. Meat on Earth seemed to cook a lot faster than it had on the planet she had been sent to after Planet Vegita. That was a blessing. The less she had to wait for food, the better. She still wasn't sure she had the hang of not burning it half the time, though. "You should probably keep an eye on my cooking, Bulma. I haven't gotten the hang of being a great cook just yet."

"You'll do fine." Bulma states. "Want something to drink?"

"How about a beer?" Hyrina asks, testing the grill for readiness. She found one set next to her in the next moment. "Thanks. Vegeta, we seriously do have to talk after lunch, it's very important and it can't wait."

"Fine, after we've eaten, then." Vegeta grumps.

"How did your training go?" Hyrina asked, genuinely curious.

"Shut up."

"Touchy... I'll forgive you this time, but you can't keep treating me like that forever. Half sister or not, I'm still your sister." Hyrina states.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Yamcha asks.

"None of your damn business, Earthling!" Vegeta was defensive today, apparently.

"It's a valid question, Vegeta, and I want to know too!" Bulma states.

Puar and Oolong throw their "Yeah" in with that, too.

"I don't know the reasons behind all of it, but our father had me with a different woman than Vegeta's mother. Sorry, Vegeta."

"I don't care about that. Who father slept with is none of my concern and I could care less about his sleeping around on my mother." Vegeta states.

"That would make me angry." Bulma states. "Really angry!" And she looked straight at Yamcha, who blanched.

"Father's marriage to my mother was more about politics than actual affection." Vegeta conceded. "It was a risky move to go with another woman, which was part of the reason why Hyrina was a secret. The other big reason was of course, Hyrina was a weakling."

"She seemed pretty strong to me on Namek!" Bulma states, when she sees Hyrina isn't going to defend herself.

"Not strong enough though, right?" Vegeta huffs.

"Yeah but..." Bulma begins, but drifts off.

Silence fell over the group for some minutes, the only sound were the sizzling sounds from the grill as Hyrina cooked. She knew that Vegeta was more angry with his own weakness. He had been so sure he could have defeated Frieza. Hyrina had been less sure about that fact, but then, she wasn't as prideful as the typical Saiyan. She'd been put in her place perhaps one too many times. Just when it seemed like the awkward silence would stretch into infinity, Vegeta, Hyrina and Yamcha all looked up at the sky.

"Impossible!" The Prince shouted.

It really was a day to speak of the devil. Each time they talked about someone, he showed up. First it was Vegeta, and now... "No, not Frieza." Hyrina stated, clutching the tongs in her hand.

"No, this can't be happening, I thought Goku defeated him?" Yamcha stood up in a panic.

"Evidently, Kakarott wasn't the warrior you all thought he was." Vegeta stood and clenched a fist. "We'll have to clean up after his failings, then."

Hyrina set the tongs down and clicked the grill into the off position. The flames guttered out and died. She couldn't find words to say what she was feeling. Even from this far off, they could all tell the Frieza seemed to be stronger than ever now. But how?

"Let's go." Vegeta states, and takes off into the air, in the direction he supposes that Frieza will land.

Yamcha shoots Bulma a look and takes off too.

"YAMCHA!" Bulma yells. "Don't you leave me behind!" But he was gone.

Hyrina grabbed Bulma and took off with her. She had to hand it to Bulma, she was brave.

"Thanks..." Bulma states, looking a bit surprised.

"I may look small and womanly, but you're plenty light enough to carry around and not be a burden." Hyrina states as they flew. "I respect the fact you're brave enough to go along to see Frieza land. You're a courageous woman. Hang on tight."


The group was all assembled, and their initial bickering done with. They all made their way over as close to Frieza as they would dare, only to see some young man fighting his men off. Before they knew it, Frieza was dead, and so was his father King Cold. The young man made his way over to the group, and looked pleasant enough. "I'm going to go meet up with Goku, would you guys like to join me?"

Hyrina stared at the boy long and hard. Had they met before? She couldn't place it, and certainly she'd remember meeting another Super Saiyan. He hadn't come with her father's group, had he? Speaking of her father... No, she couldn't pin down anything about the boy, not right now.

"How do you know when Goku will arrive?" Piccolo asked.

"Sorry... I ah... I can't tell you..." The boy states.

"Well, can you at least tell us your name?" Yamcha demanded.

"Sorry... No..." The young man states, looking sheepish.

"Ohh a mystery man." Bulma states, smiling.

"Anyway, it should be right over this way." The young man states, taking off into the air.

Hyrina scoops Bulma up again, and they group takes off. They land in a spot in the middle of nowhere and the young man takes out a Capsule, tossing it on the ground. Inside, a cooler, which he opens up and offers sodas.

"I see you're wearing one of my company's jackets, are you an employee or something?" Bulma asks, taking her soda and smiling at the young man.

"No, not exactly... Just a fan." He states, smiling sheepishly. "Anyway, Goku will be arriving in about two hours... So all we have to do is wait now." He walked over and took a seat on a nearby rock.

Hyrina sat down nearby, looking at him. She couldn't shake the feeling that she knew him. She had to know him. He looked so familiar to her.

After some time had passed, Hyrina stood up and began to pace. No one else had spilled to Vegeta about the Saiyans arriving the day before. That set heavily on her mind, mingled with the giddiness that Frieza was well and truly dead, for good this time. There was no coming back from what this young man had done to him. She was impressed, feeling a bit inadequate and immensely relieved. She wondered if she would ever fight in another battle quite that epic in her life, ever again.

"Will you sit down?" Vegeta demanded. "You're driving me nuts!"

Hyrina looked at her brother a moment and walked over to him, sitting next to him on his rock. There wasn't a lot of room, so she was rather closer than one would normally sit to someone else.

"I didn't mean you should invade my personal space!"

"We need to talk. Not later. Now." Hyrina states, looking at him. "If you want to make a little distance from the others to have this discussion, it's your choice. But I'm not waiting any longer."

Vegeta stood up. "This had better not be a waste of my time."

"Oh yes, because sitting here glaring at everyone is far more urgent than anything I have to say to you." Hyrina states, taking his hand and dragging him off to the side.

The two got some distance away, but still in sight of the others. "Now what is this?" Vegeta demands.

"I don't know an easy way to say this, so I'm just going to be straightforward. Someone used the Namekian Dragon Balls to wish back the people affected by Frieza. I didn't think that Porunga had that sort of power, so the wish may have been worded differently... But the result is that the Saiyan race has been resurrected, and ah, the King has come to Earth with a couple dozen Saiyans looking for you."

Vegeta was silent a moment, his face a mask. "Wait... What?"

"Yeah..." Hyrina sighed. "Yesterday early morning, I was walking through the forest south of here and King Kai contacted me, letting me know that they were on the way. He asked me to round up the others and go rendezvous with them when they landed. We had a short discussion, Goku's father and brother went off to visit with Gohan and here we are today."

"What discussion?" Vegeta demanded.

"That they're not here to start trouble and your father was looking for you. I think he just wanted to see that you're alright. One other thing, Nappa is with them. King Kai said that he wouldn't be happy with you. Someday, I need to ask you what happened before I met up with you on Planet Namek."

"No. If you want to find out, ask someone else." Vegeta stated. "As for Nappa, I'll just kill him again if he mouths off to me. It isn't as if any of them are any match for me."

"After we're done here, I can bring you to the location they're at." Hyrina states.

"Your help will not be necessary, I can find them on my own." Vegeta states, turning and walking off.

Hyrina sighed, feeling herself slip back in to the past. A bleak past where she was alone again. A past where she longed for acceptance but wasn't going to find any. Now Vegeta would be intolerable, with a race to lord his royal arse over. She took a deep breath. No, she wasn't going to give up on him. If he could be intolerable, she would be too. Maybe it was unlike a Saiyan to care so much, especially when he was trying his best to put distance between them, but she wanted his acceptance, even if it was a cranky kind of acceptance. She was not a throwaway.

She walked back and sat down on his rock again, this time on the other side of him, leaning her back against his.

"What are you doing?" He demanded.

"I'm going with you when you go to confront the King and his Elite. If you don't like it, too bad. I don't care how low class you consider me, I'm your damned family too, and a Saiyan besides." Hyrina stated. "I'm not going as your damn backup, and I'm not going with you because I'm afraid to go on my own, either. I'm going with you because we're a set, and you're not going to get rid of me that easily, now that I've found you."

"You are damned full of yourself." Vegeta grumped, but he didn't tell her off, or tell her to leave, either. They passed the rest of the time until Goku's arrival in silence.


Goku arrived and spoke to the young man, whom he found out was Trunks, Vegeta and Bulma's son from the future. Piccolo heard the whole story, and when Goku was unwilling to tell them what was going on, for fear of endangering Trunks, Piccolo told them all the story, omitting anything that would endanger Trunks' conception. The fighters all now had another goal to reach, and they all agreed to meet up in three years at the specified time and place, ready to wage war once again.