The Princess

Chapter 7: Resurrection

By: senzubean

I do not own Dragon Ball Z in any way. I make no profit from this story. I just wrote it for fun.

Authors note: I suppose I'm officially pond scum for leaving this story idle for so long. If it's any consolation, I got straight A's this semester of University :D. Anyway, I hope everyone had Happy Holidays. Enjoy the story!

Bra winced slightly as her bruised back hit the upholstery of the family sofa. Her brother sat next to her flipping through television channels at a speed too fast to be trying to decide which one to watch.

"Where did Dad and Sala go?" Bra asked Trunks.

"Hmmm?" Trunks asked as if just realizing she were there. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" He asked ignoring her question.

"Where'd they go?" she replied, ignoring his.

"Dad didn't say."

Bra scowled. "Come on!"

"He didn't go into specifics, but we can assume that some more guys are looking to kill you!" Trunks spat exasperated. He jumped up and peered carefully through the blinds covering the nearest window. "Dad wasn't himself." Trunks mused. "He must be rattled from that attack today."

Bra's scowl softened. "That makes two of us." She stated. "But no, that's not what's wrong. Something else is going on."

"Like what?" Trunks asked.

"I'm not sure. I heard Sala and Dad talking. Dad's voice...it sounded weird."

"Weird how? Scared? Worried?"

"No." Bra disagreed. "Sad."

Thunder rumbled high above the canopy of leaves over Sala and Vegeta's heads.

"They're all here." Sala announced. "Although, I don't have an exact location."

"How did they get here so fast?" Vegeta demanded. "And why haven't they continued on into the city?"

"Someone's tracking them, they know that and they're being cautious."

"Hmph! My reputation precedes me." Vegeta scoffed with a smirk.

"I'm not referring to you." Sala grumbled back.

Vegeta glared at her. "Then to whom are you referring?"

"Vegeta please, I'm trying to concentrate and you aughta' do the same!" She said and returned her attention to her scouter.

The rain went form drizzling to pouring all at once. Sala and Vegeta stood back to back in silence waiting for the unseen assassins to reveal themselves for battle. Vegeta could feel several ki's and all were in very close proximity to he and his friend. But Vegeta wasn't about to seek the ki's out just yet. One ki was strange. Not because it was unknown, it was familiar and more powerful than the other two he detected. He wondered if it was one of his so called "friends" from the Z alliance but soon dismissed that theory. It was too unfamiliar to be one of those people and the ki was distinctly un- human. It was saiyan, he just knew it, and he was amazed that he subconsciously recorded ki in his memory from childhood. Back then, like every other saiyan, he relied on a scouter to identify people. But obviously some part of him felt the essence of those that surrounded him.

"Who do you believe is here?" Vegeta rephrased his previous question, and stated it a little nastier this time around.

Sala quietly replied, "Probably two of Polkrif's elite soldiers. He sends lone warriors first, then pairs them up for further excursions."

"I meant the ship you detected earlier. I can tell that there is a saiyan here. Who is it?"

Sala fumbled with her scouter. "I don't know. " she mumbled. "Tuce, or my father, maybe."

Vegeta hmph'd at her stubbornness. It was a simple question. Why was she avoiding answering it?

The silence that surrounded the two warriors was shattered by a surprised cry punctuated by a headless corpse plummeting through the canopy and landing mere meters away. The head joined it promptly. Vegeta watched it roll around helplessly until it came to a halt, face up, blank eyes staring at him. It wasn't a saiyan. Vegeta's old acquaintance had taken care of one of the nuisant assassins for him.

Not so far off the trees shifted under the weight of someone pushing off into the air. The action was coupled by a war cry and above the leafy roof; two warriors began to exchange blows. The saiyan was uttering war cries in response to those of her partner's. The pitch of the voice indicated that the saiyan was female.

"That's supposed to be Tuce, or your father?" Vegeta asked accusingly, angered that Sala was still lying to him. "Who is that saiyan?"

Sala glared at him. "You'll find out soon enough!"

Sala was right. Seconds later, a small female saiyan landed a few hundred feet away. Dark clouds blocked the sun, allowing minimal light to filter through the heavy foliage. Vegeta was unable to identify the woman because of the environmental conditions. He was about to tell her to identify herself, but was unable to speak before she did. The woman turned to Sala and spoke a single word; in a language Vegeta hadn't heard spoken in ages. Simply and forcefully, she told Sala to "Run!"

Sala gasped slightly, then looked up as the trees parted to allow a massive body to pass through to the ground. The earth trembled as the woman landed. A huge woman.

Vegeta studied her and monitored her ki. It was rising. He wondered where the warrior came from. Like all the other aliens that came after Bra, this species was unknown to him.

"This is a forbidden planet. You should not have come here." The saiyan stated in universal tongue.

"I go where Polkrif pays me to go." The horned monster belched back and then charged at her opponent. The saiyan, who was dwarfed compared to the assassin, jumped out of the way, back up into the trees. The assassin plowed right through the thick trunks, snapping them like twigs. Sala and Vegeta were forced to move or else be pinned to the ground.

Despite her obvious weight, the alien returned to the air within seconds and the two opponents could be heard pummeling each other and uttering cries of both indignation and pain. The saiyan, unfortunately, was uttering more of the pain-laden kind.

"You have to do something!" Sala yelled to Vegeta. "She can't win this one alone!"

"Hmph! It's not my place to step in. Really, Sala! Didn't your father teach you anything about warrior's pride?"

"There's no room for it here! She's lost to this woman before!"

Right on cue, the saiyan plummeted to the ground, colliding with branches along the way. She landed face down on a pile of broken tree limbs.

Sala shrieked and took off towards her. The alien landed right in her path causing her to stumble backwards. Vegeta hmph'd in disgust. He could've told her that would happen, but he figured that she'd realize it herself.

"I suggest you get lost, honey." The big alien sneered down at Sala, placing her fists on her massive hips. "Your friend ain't gettin' out of this one alive."

Sala hissed viciously up at the obstruction as the fallen saiyan managed to get up a little.

"Sala, go to our ship!" The woman spat desperately in saiyan.

The alien growled deeply in frustration. "Talk in a language I can understand you damned, dirty saiyans!"

Sala spat something very nasty back, in saiyan. The alien assumed by the look on Sala's face that she'd just been insulted, and hauled off and slapped the diminutive fighter away.

Sala slammed against a tree and landed nearly unconscious.

Vegeta watched all this go on and prepared himself for battle. Not at all pleased at having to step in to finish a so called "saiyan elite's" fight.

The previously fallen saiyan's ki escalated rapidly, slowing Vegeta's own power summance. She yelled at the top of her lungs, absolutely enraged at the attack on Sala.

The assassin yelled in anger. "Why won't you just die!?" The saiyan continued to yell as she rose to her feet. Her power continued to grow. A yellow aura of energy pulsated around her, lighting up the entire forest. Finally, Vegeta could get a decent look at her but still; he drew a blank as to whom she was.

The saiyan stopped yelling and growled from the pit of her stomach. The alien laughed at her attempts to gain an advantage. Vegeta continued to study her. She looked so familiar to him but.....

A giant clap of thunder caused the earth to shake and at that moment he realized who she was.

"M...mother?"

The saiyan barked out her loudest yell yet and shot into the air. Once there she curled up into a ball, focused all her energy then let it lose in all directions. Recely, queen of the saiyans had become a saiyan legend.

"Mother..." Vegeta stammered. Her long black hair waved above her head in golden waves, a golden tail coiled around her thin waist.

The alien sighed with ennui, "Not this again."

Vegeta turned his attention to the would- be assassin.

Again? He wondered. Obviously she wasn't at all rattled at his mother's substantial increase in power. He looked back up to his mother wondering if perhaps this was somehow wrong. But there she was, his mother, a super saiyan, her ki gave off the proper frequency and everything.

Soon he saw why the alien wasn't terrified. His mother's hair returned to black for a split second.

She can't control her power. No wonder that alien's not afraid. She knows that if mother loses that transformation there's no guarantee she'll regain it!

Vegeta watched the battle that ensued. His mother's ki fluctuated gravely, it reminded Vegeta of Bra's ki the night of the tournament. Her hair went from gold to black periodically. This battle was not a good place for her to practice controlling her power.

The fight stopped for a few moments, both warriors at a stalemate, each looking to gain an advantage. Recely struggled to control her fluctuating ki, trying desperately to accumulate enough to finish her opponent. The assassin was watching her intently, waiting for the moment her transformation would finally end.

"Give it up, honey." The huge monster chuckled. "You know that power is gonna go and leave you weaker than an infant!"

Recely growled at her fiercely, angered that the monster was right.

"I almost feel bad for you, you washed up old monkey. I didn't come here for that little bitch comrade of yours." She motioned her head to the still stunned Sala.

"You know it's against universal law to descend upon an un chartered planet. I know you would only come here to do damage. I could never turn my back on that!" Recely snapped back.

The alien laughed. "You didn't even know the extent of damage I was planning to do. I was sent here to destroy a little girl. One, pathetic little girl." She smirked evilly. "Prince Vegeta's daughter."

Recely's face twisted in bitter rage. "Liar! He was executed by Frieza over thirty years ago! Everyone knows that!"

"What can I say? Ya shouldn't believe everything you're told. That girl exists and, well, you know about the prophecy."

"Shut up! You're wrong! About all of that, you're wrong!"

"What do you care about the daughter of Prince Vegeta anyway? It's disturbing that a scumbag like that survived, let alone spawned a little brat! The universe would be better off without all of you monkey tailed abominations, especially that bastard Prince!"

Enraged, Recely fired upon the assassin. The attack was sloppy and it would've missed had the alien moved or not.

"HAHAHA! You're one funny little varmint! I'm going to miss these scuffles of ours."

Recely landed on a tree branch and hyperventilated.

"This ends now!" She vowed and raised her arm over her head. A white sphere appeared on her palm.

Vegeta recognized it immediately.

An artificial moon. She's wants to transform. He acknowledged that it was a great natural power resource, but obviously, she wanted to transform while super saiyan and multiply that power tenfold. A good idea, but only if you could control the power you already had.

"No, don't!" Vegeta yelled at her. Recely didn't even hear. She drew her arm back to release it to the sky.

Vegeta jumped from the shadows and tackled her just before she let it fly. The two super saiyans landed with slop on the drenched ground. Recely had lost the artificial moon, not to mention her transformation. She was shocked for a minute, and as soon as she realized what had happened, started spitting some nasty saiyan swear words. Vegeta looked down at her dumbfounded. He didn't remember his mother ever using the phrases she was speaking now.

Recely yelled in complete and utter choler. "YOU IDIOT! HOW DARE YOU INTERFERE WITH MY BATTLE!?" She elbowed him hard in the ribs. It didn't really hurt him but let his mother go, as that was obviously what she wanted. She whirled around taking a fighting stance and confronted him. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU.........you.... you are...." Recely blinked a few times then collapsed to her knees. She lifted her tear-streamed eyes to him, looked at his face.

Vegeta's scowl softened and reached a hand out to her.

"What the.... who are you?" The assassin demanded, diverting the Prince's attention. He stepped discreetly around his mother and confronted her.

"I'm the scumbag, bastard prince who's going to destroy you."

The alien looked surprised for a second, and then began to laugh. "Well, I hope you can control that power better than that weak little bitch behind you. Otherwise, you won't stand a chance!"

Vegeta scowled viciously at his opponent and stated. "My mother isn't weak." He blasted her to oblivion as soon as the words sunk in to her thick skull. For the second time that day he littered the planet with alien guts.

He went back to his mother, who was now completely hunched over wreaking devastated sobs, her face practically in the mud.

Vegeta collapsed to his knees before her, merely staring down at her small form, not knowing what to say. He said the only thing he could think of. "I'm sorry, Mother."

Recely snapped her head back to look at him in the eyes. "You're sorry? I'm the one who should be sorry! I made a promise to you and I broke it! Don't you remember? Don't you hate me for that?"

. "I could never...."

"I should have found you! I should have never stopped looking. Why did I believe what I didn't see?"

"Because you couldn't see what was real."? Vegeta replied. He ran his hand along her cheek. "I'd forgotten your face. But never what you taught me, mother."

With that, Recely threw her arms around his neck.

"I've missed you so much." She sobbed in his ear.

Sala stumbled a little unsteadily over to them. She was shedding joyful tears.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Vegeta asked. Not understanding why she felt she could not.

"Would you have believed me?" Sala smiled.

Vegeta let himself slip from super saiyan and held his mother closer.