Thanks for the reviews, guys! As for writing Ginyu, the force is probably my favorite group of characters from the show. I know they're added in as sort of a comic relief during the Namek saga, but I sometimes feel that some authors on here portray them way too much as clowns. I mean, they're funny, but they have to have a serious side. For this fan fiction, I kind of wanted to portray Ginyu in a way to show that he's determined and he's worked hard.

Chapter 9

Captain Ginyu edged his way through the crowd. They'd just arrived on a new planet where the sun was beating down hard on everyone. He felt a trickle of sweat running down his face as he walked. Jeice was beside him, looking around at all the women in the crowd. Lately, it seemed that women was the only thing on his comrade's mind. The captain couldn't really blame him though.

After several minutes, Ginyu had finally made it to Frieza. The tyrant sat on a high positioned chair. It would be where he was staying for several days during the tournament. Some guests had been invited for this first day and Ginyu had been one of them. "Lord Frieza," said Ginyu as he bowed to the man. Jeice quickly did the same. "How's immortality treating you?" Both of them got up at the same time.

"Very well, indeed," said Frieza. "I've been able to accomplish a few things I haven't been able to before, but I have a few things I'd like you to help me with in the near future."

"The Ginyu Force is always of service to you, Lord Frieza," said Ginyu humbly.

"Yes, yes," said Frieza. "It will all come in due time. In the meantime, how did it go with those Earthlings?"

"Um...," Ginyu muttered. He didn't want to say anything. "We actually decided to let them off easy. I'd just been back from a rough purging mission. Don't worry, Lord Frieza. They'll pay for what they did." Ginyu didn't want to mention anything of the dragon balls and their plans.

"Very well," said Frieza. "I shall wish you good luck for the competition this year. I know you're very powerful, but it looks as if you have some real competition this year." Ginyu's eyebrows raised. He wondered who would be strong enough for him. The captain and Frieza talked for a few more minutes before he walked back off into the crowd.


"I don't like this idea at all, Vegeta," Bulma said as she toyed with one of the dragon radars. She'd been hard at work creating a new one. She was surprised Vegeta had even bothered to leave the training area that had been built for him. The Saiyan prince only seemed to want to come out to eat. Bulma didn't know how the man was getting by without much sleep. She'd gotten plenty of sleep and even she remained exhausted after working all day.

"Don't you understand? Fighting is what I do. I've participated in this tournament since I was a child."

"That's different," she breathed. "If Frieza's going to be there, you know why it's a good idea to stay clear. We've already got enough on our hands with Ginyu. Who knows when Goku's coming back? The point is we need you."

"You underestimate me, woman," said Vegeta, glaring at her.

"I underestimate you?" Bulma roared. "I'm not calling you a weakling, Vegeta! I never said that! I'm looking out for your best interests! In fact, I'm looking out for all of our best interests. If you go there, it would be an incredibly selfish thing to do."

"You forget that I'm not looking out for you," Vegeta sneered. "Stupid Earth woman. Saiyan warriors only look out for one person and that person is themselves. That's why your idiot friend went and got himself killed. I know how to take care of myself. I've been doing it for nearly thirty years now."

"First of all," said Bulma, throwing aside the scouter, "if it hadn't been for my idiot friend, you wouldn't be standing here right now. The rest of us wanted to kill you when you first came to Earth. Goku, being the good person that he is, let you go. It was a stupid decision, but - ."

"Yes, very stupid indeed," Vegeta hissed. "Kakarot wasn't a strong warrior during his time on Earth, but his power level was alright for a third class Saiyan. He was easily the strongest living thing here. It would've taken him a year at most to dispose of this planet. I assumed that he'd been hiding out here and that he'd taken the planet as his. He could've been a ruler, a dictator. But instead he turned into a weakling who only uses his power for others."

"So that's what you're going to do?" Bulma said, her eyes dead set on Vegeta. "You're nothing but a bully. I can't even believe we're helping you right now. So what? You plan on using the dragon balls to help you take down Frieza? Then what? You're just going to replace him. Nothing will change. You two are more alike than you'd think."

A low growl grew in Vegeta's throat. "You don't know what you're talking about, ignorant woman! You don't know what he did to me! You don't know what he did to my people… to my father. I see the way you are with your parents. Your father is across the hall. My father is dead. He's been dead for nearly two decades. And while he was alive, instead of being honored for fighting valiantly, he was used as a tool, a mere puppet, by Frieza. My people were used as mercenaries, but our pay was being able to stay alive. And when he was afraid of us? When he thought we might actually have a chance to say no to him? What does he do? He kills all of us. He kills everyone left on the planet. So go ahead, stupid woman. Take everything for granted. Cherish your stupid Earth family and tell me off about looking out for only myself."

Bulma had been startled by the speech Vegeta had just given her. She didn't say anything as he got up from the chair he was sitting in. "Vegeta! Wait! I didn't mean - !" she called. He slammed the door on her. She knew he was probably heading back to the training chamber in the backyard.

The prince walked down the corridor and passed Mrs. Briefs. She gave him a wide smile as she walked by, carrying a tray of food. "Good afternoon, Vegeta. Would you like a snack?"

Vegeta eyed the food in front of him, but he shook his head. The man was very hungry after training, but he wasn't in the mood. "No," he said firmly. He walked further down the hall and started muttering to himself. "That's what a woman should be doing. Not throwing around her stupid, ignorant opinions." He walked into a large guest bedroom that he'd been staying in for his stay on Earth.

He instinctively picked up a lamp sitting on the nightstand and threw it into the ground. It shattered into a hundred pieces. He then kicked the nightstand and it broke. His fists were clenched and his eyebrows as far down as they could possibly go.

"All this damn sympathy for Kakarot," he breathed as he sat down on the bed. "Nobody gives a shit about the man who's had everything taken from him. But I don't care. Keep your damn sympathy. I don't need it. Without it, I'll do much better. I've been looking out for myself for my whole life and that's not about to change."

The Saiyan prince took out a small box from underneath his bed. It was something he kept with him during his travels. He kept it under the seat in his space pod. The World Trade mercenaries were on the move all the time. Therefore, he had no proper place to put it. He'd never let anyone else know that he kept it with him all these years. Not even Nappa or Raditz knew of its existence.

Vegeta opened the small metallic box. Inside was a necklace with a medallion attached on the front. The royal Saiyan symbol had been put on the front of it. He only took it out every couple of years, usually when he was in a bad mood. It sometimes calmed him down, but today it made him realize his own stupidity. He hurled the necklace at the ground and stamped his boot on it. The medallion had broke into several pieces.

"They're gone," he muttered to himself. "You idiot, you're making yourself sound like Kakarot." He clenched his fists again and took a deep breath. "Focus on what's important."

The Saiyan got up and grabbed a duffel bag that was sitting on the dresser. He checked to make sure there was nothing inside of it before leaving the room and heading back down the hall. The strong smell of nourishment filled Vegeta's nose as he headed closer to the kitchen. Saiyans were known for having a very strong sense of smell.

He entered the kitchen and set the duffel bag on the kitchen table. Mrs. Briefs was sliding a baked chicken out of the oven. "Finally hungry?" she asked as she noticed Vegeta standing by the table.

Vegeta slowly nodded and almost felt like licking his lips as he eyed the chicken. "Go ahead, honey," said Mrs. Briefs in her sweet voice. Bulma and Mr. Briefs are already full from those sandwiches. My husband, always telling me I cook too much food. Now here's the chicken and I've made some potatoes over here. I'm just going to go upstairs and fix my makeup. Call me if you need anything." Vegeta nodded as she walked away.

He immediately ripped apart pieces of the chicken and began to devour it. After all the meat was gone, he went for the mashed potatoes. After eating all the food in sight, he walked over to the fridge and opened it in hopes of finding something to wash down the food. He grabbed a gallon of milk and chugged the whole thing.

Mrs. Briefs returned a few minutes later. She looked surprised to see the chicken and potatoes gone. "Oh, goodness," she said. "Bulma and them said you had quite an appetite, but I didn't believe anyone's appetite would match Goku's. Would you like some more?"

"No," said Vegeta. "I don't need any more food now, but I'll be leaving tomorrow. I require nourishment for my trip." Mrs. Briefs nodded.

"Alright," she said. "Nothing a few sandwiches can't fix. I'll have some made for you in a bit."

Vegeta grunted and turned around to leave. "Wait!" Mrs. Briefs called. "Where are you going, sweetie? You can't possibly be training more? You've been training on and on for the past few days. Take a break."

"Actually," said Vegeta, his face growing a bit pink, "I was going to go out."

"Really?" Mrs. Briefs asked. "What are you doing?"

"I was going to go… shopping? I think that's what you called it. I was going to go shopping for some new clothing." The door swung open and Bulma entered.

"Shopping?" Bulma asked. "Why do you need new clothes? You already have some underarmor to train in. Well… actually, that might not be a bad idea. I think a lot of people would be staring if I took you out in public wearing that." Vegeta's glare told her that the Saiyan was still mad at her.

"I don't need your help, woman," he said. "I'm going by myself."

"How are you going to pay?" Bulma asked. "You don't have any money."

"Pay?" Vegeta asked with a snort. "I don't need to pay. I need new clothing and I will take what I want."

"You can't do that," said Bulma. "This is what I was talking -. Nevermind. Just let me come with you."

Vegeta sighed in frustration as Bulma followed him outside the house. She slid into the driver's seat of one of the many cars. Vegeta got into the passenger seat with a disgusted look on his face. "Why are we using these again? It would be much easier to fly there."

"Once again," said Bulma, "I don't know how to fly."

"Ha," Vegeta grunted with a smirk on his face. Bulma started the car and they took off.

"Look, Vegeta, about what I said before, I - ." She stopped herself, looking at Vegeta's fierce glare. It wasn't the right time to patch things up with him. "So what kind of clothing do you need?"

"I require fighting armor," he said. "Some moron from the hospital took my last armor from me."

"Um," said Bulma, trying to think of anything she could do. "We don't have that kind of armor here on Earth. I could make some for you."

"Foolish woman," said Vegeta, "do you really think you can recreate the Saiyan armor? That kind of armor is advanced."

"Well," she said, "if you haven't noticed, I've been working on advanced technology all my life. We'll go to the hospital on the way back and I'll ask for the armor."

"I need an outfit for stealth," said Vegeta. "Something that can conceal my face." Bulma nodded as she took a turn. She knew exactly where she was going.

In ten minutes, the pair found themselves at the mall. Vegeta couldn't believe that Earthlings devoted such a large space for merchants.

They soon entered a store full of masks and underarmor. Vegeta quickly picked out a black mask and walked away with it. Bulma hurriedly paid the cashier for the mask and ran off to keep up with Vegeta. His eyes passed each shop as they walked by. Bulma stopped at one store to look at some clothing for Vegeta. The Saiyan prince stood their awkwardly with a look of disgust on his face.

By time they'd left the mall, Bulma had bought hundreds of dollars worth of expensive clothing that Vegeta probably would never wear.

Mrs. Briefs had finished several sandwiches for Vegeta and placed them in a small cooler. Vegeta threw some underarmor in the duffel bag along with some clothes that Bulma insisted him bring with. She asked him to come with her to look at the armor she'd picked up from the hospital on the way home.

"Interesting," she said. "I've never seen anything like this before. What kind of material is it made of?"

"Don't ask me," said Vegeta. "I don't know. It was the type of armor we found on Planet Vegeta when we conquered it."

"What?" Bulma asked, confused.

"Well," said Vegeta, "when we found Planet Vegeta, we were looking for a new home. Our old planet was dying and we needed a new place to stay. However, there was another race already occupying the planet. They were a weak little race, much like your own. But they had one advantage. Their technology was far beyond anyone else's in the universe. We struggled to take the planet from them and finally my father managed to lead our race to victory."

"You took their… home?" Bulma asked.

"What do you expect?" Vegeta asked the blue haired woman. "Where else were we going to go? And no, I'm not going to deny that we wanted the whole thing for ourselves. But the others viewed us as barbarians, incapable of much but fighting. As I am King Vegeta's son, I was royalty. I was part of the elite force, which means that my power level is naturally higher."

"What about Goku?" Bulma asked. Vegeta clenched his fists at this. He didn't want to admit that low class trash had been doing better than him.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and got up from the armchair. As he passed Bulma, he stopped. A strong scent filled his nose. It was something almost irresistible. She had now gotten up from her own chair to face Vegeta. He stared at her for a moment longer before putting himself forward and touching his lips against hers. It was over in an instant. The Saiyan quickly pulled away and didn't dare look at her as he left the room.

Vegeta slammed the door behind him upon entering the bedroom. He noticed the pieces of medallion still lying on the floor and scooped them up with his hands to place them on the dresser. He thought back to life as a teenage boy. How Nappa used to talk to him about female Saiyans. How Vegeta had experienced his own changes as a young Saiyan warrior.

"Stupid Earth woman," he muttered before shutting off the lights and collapsing in bed.


Captain Ginyu pulled away from the girl in front of him. He'd been with her for the past hour or so. He looked at her once again. Her skin was a light green and her hair matched it. Her piercing yellow eyes stared back at the captain. "What's wrong?" she asked him. "Don't you want to have some more fun?"

Ginyu rolled his eyes. "I think it's time you leave. I've got some work cut out for me the next few days." The girl nodded her head, picked up her belongings, and left.

Ginyu had been left sitting in the empty apartment. The sheets and covers on his king sized bed were all ruffled up now. He got up from the bed and moved over to the sliding glass door. He walked onto the balcony to peer over the city. The view was fantastic. The city was completely different from the one he'd left behind. This one was a masterpiece as far as architecture went. It was nothing like the trashy city on Frieza's last planet.

Several miles away stood a large stadium. It was where the annual World Trade Tournament was held every year. It had been almost every year that Ginyu had won for his division. He'd even swapped bodies once in the stadium.

The captain turned back to the apartment and found his way back inside his room. Within the next few moments, he heard several loud noises, which could only mean one thing. Jeice was returning with his own woman. Captain Ginyu got up and made his way to the apartment entrance. Surely enough, Jeice was stumbling into the apartment. He struggled to keep a beautiful, young woman in his arms as he held a bottle of liquor in the other. He grinned at the captain as he walked by. "Captain," he muttered. He then proceeded onto his own bedroom.

Ginyu went back to the balcony and took off into the night. He could see tons of people crowding around the city, even at this time of night. When he'd finally made it to the stadium, he landed swiftly on the ground. Thousands of seats were crowded into the stadium, yet on this night, not a single person was there. Except one.

The woman had been doing pushups for probably an hour now. It was quite an odd sight to see. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and she wore nothing but skin-tight shorts and a sports bra.

"Lovely weather we're having tonight, isn't it?" Ginyu asked as he walked over to her. The woman did a few more pushups before bothering to look up at Captain Ginyu.

"If you don't mind," she said, "I'm kind of busy."

"Not busy enough to go have a drink with me?" the captain asked.

"I said I was busy," said the woman in an aggravated tone. She shot a blast of blue ki from the palm of her hand. Ginyu waited for the right moment to punch it away from itself. It collided with one of the stone seating areas in the stadium. The stone collapsed and the two were left in a lot of smoke.

"Impressive," said Ginyu. "In all my years I've been competing here, I've never seen a woman enter. What's your name?"

The woman rolled her eyes at Captain Ginyu again. The man then cleared his throat before speaking. "I am the all powerful Captain Ginyu." This caught her attention. Ginyu did sort of a pose for her as she looked up at him.

"So," she said, "you're the one everyone's saying to watch out for. I've heard no one knows what you'll look like. But lucky me." Ginyu grinned at her. "I'll have to take you up on that offer sometime, but not now. I've got some work to do."

Ginyu stood there, admiring her. She was much different than the woman he'd just been with. He could tell by just looking at her that she was more aggressive and more experienced in fighting, but she wouldn't match the power of Captain Ginyu himself.

Ginyu felt a sudden blast of ki and turned around to punch it away from himself. It traveled to near where the previous ki blast had gone. Another round of smoke filled the stadium and Ginyu stood there with a smirk on his face. "Thought you could pull a fast one on me, eh? Don't underestimate the power of the Ginyu Force!"

The smoke slowly began to clear, revealing a muscled figure about Ginyu's height.

"Turles."

Yeah, I know this was sort of a filler chapter. Sorry about that. This isn't going to turn into a romance story, but I thought it'd be nice to have on the side. More action soon to come.