Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ but it would be a lot cooler if I did...

AN: Here is the an update finally. I honestly never meant it to take so long. I have completely finished Vegeta's half of this arc. It's Bulma's arc that is holding me up. I still may just release the rest of the Vegeta arc instead and just go back and add Bulma's arc later. But I hope you enjoy.

Parallels

Bulma stepped out of her ruby red luxury car and encapsulated it. It was a brisk spring morning and she had things to get done. She had to hurry; the sun would be bearing down on her soon enough and she had a list of things to get from the stores. Hopefully she could get in and out without causing too much of a ruckus.

She used to love spring time, but this spring brought no joy to her. Too much in her life had gone awry to enjoy the simple pleasures that the weather this time of year once brought her. It had been two months since Vegeta had left for space. It felt like two decades. She was now roughly three months pregnant and her belly was starting to reveal a tiny bump. It was barely noticeable, unless you knew it was already there. Soon it would be exceedingly difficult to hide her baby bump from prying eyes. Such a shame that her celebrity brought on constant invasions of her privacy. The world didn't need to know she was pregnant; at least not yet.

In another two months however, she would have to exclusively work from home to hide it though. She'd have to make arrangements for no meetings to be face to face and do her work mostly from her lab within the compound. It should be no problem. She had taken plenty of time off before for her adventures with Goku. It was unlikely to be met with any suspicion.

Her employees would once again assume she was off gallivanting around the world, spending her father's money on frivolous things and getting a sun tan. If only they knew the truth. None of her previous abscences were nearly that fun. Though she did miss the adventure from time to time, she would no longer be able to do that much these days. Unlike when she was a teen, now that she was an adult her responsibilities to the company were growing. While still being the daughter of the CEO had its perks, it was harder and harder to escape the way she used to. Or go places without being recognized.

Bulma stopped to go over her appearance as she approached the entrance. The paparazzi were so picky about her outfits and always scrutinized anything she wore in public. Now she would have to expertly hide her slightly protruding belly. Hopefully this time the media would allow her to get a little shopping done before they inevitably swarmed her.

Bulma didn't even reach the doors before a flurry of flashes nearly blinded her. They seemed more insistent than usual and there were more of them. Usually only one or two reporters and photographers would seek her out at this time. For some reason the press was in a frenzy today.

"Bulma is it true that you are pregnant?" a man came out and asked her bluntly.

"Are you going to marry Yamcha?" a woman beside him implored.

"What will you name the baby?" another man queried.

"No comment," Bulma replied curtly, as she pushed past the reporters to the store.

It was then she caught a glimpse of what they were talking about. On the magazine rack she noticed a magazine with a picture of Yamcha posing in his baseball uniform. Bulma was furious as she read the headline. The interview tagline with Yamcha read, "Yamcha opens up about baseball, his legacy, and the possibility of starting a family". As she gazed further on the rack several other less reputable tabloids ran stories of wild speculations over Bulma's possible pregnancy. Some were speculating on who the father was. Others were trying to guess her wedding date with Yamcha. Another insisted she had a shady affair with an employee at Capsule Corporation.

How dare he tell some idiot reporter I am pregnant! Bulma angrily mused, clenching her fist. That would explain all the idiot reporters and photographers hounding her more fervently than usual, hoping to confirm if she was pregnant or not. Bulma had been planning on telling them eventually, but being splashed on the cover of a tabloid while she was out shopping was hardly what she'd had in mind. She immediately abandoned her plans for shopping and went decided to go home. She needed to get some answers from Yamcha. Now it seemed her life would consist mostly of online shopping to avoid unwanted attention.

She briskly turned around and made her way out of the shopping center. She found it increasingly difficult to ward off the press. At that moment she wished she could use her ki. She would blast these imbeciles into oblivion. Maybe there is something to Vegeta refusing to socialize with foolish humans, she thought darkly. How she would have loved to harness just a fraction of the prince's power to rid herself of these vultures.

Instead she merely had to settle for refusing to give in to them. Instead of a graceful, gregarious Bulma, they got a frigid, annoyed Bulma. She looked at them as if they were insects and gave them a cutting glare before releasing her vehicle from its capsule. Without deigning a response to their rude questions, she hopped into her car and drove away as abruptly as she could.

Bulma was furious. She was going to kill him. On second thought she was going to maim him. She would literally emasculate him. That would show him. She would get some ice, small bowl, a needle and thread, and a straight razor. Bulma began to chuckle darkly and she'd get a mirror so he could watch.

Bulma parked her car outside Capsule Corporation, and stormed inside. Something was different about Bulma and everyone knew it. Instead of enthusiastically greeting her, the employees she passed on her way to the compound politely ignored her, rather than face her wrath. She grew more enraged the closer she got to that no good boyfriend of hers. Slowly and deliberately she stalked up the stairs to her room.

She was unsurprised to find, him still snoozing away, shirtless and wrapped in the covers. Of course he is, this pregnancy has just been one big party for him, she raged. He'd done the deed, now she had to do all the hard work. She had to suffer, while he was having the time of his life. She approached the bed with her fists clenched, unsure what to do next. So she did the first thing that came to mind. She ripped the alarm clock off her nightstand and threw it at him. It shattered on impact with his big, stupid head.

"What the hell?" Yamcha asked sleepily, uncertain why he was just attacked.

"You deserved it," Bulma snarled at him.

"Bulma?" Yamcha wondered in disbelief.

Yamcha could hardly believe this was Bulma. She had a temper before she was pregnant. Yet he had no idea that pregnant women got this angry. Hormones must be a bitch. He rolled over mumbling and holding his sore head unsure what she had thrown at him.

As the cobwebs cleared from his mind, he focused on her blazing eyes. Something was different about them. She was mad, but Bulma always got mad. This was different. Her ki was different. Her ki had changed when she had become pregnant. He had only recently gotten used to it. She was not trained to manipulate her own ki, yet he could see it. It was ebbing and flowing around her, a raging tide of power growing with each moment.

Did all women pregnant by ki trained men get like this? He only knew of Chi Chi. She was scary enough all the time. As he looked at Bulma equal parts fear and pride washed over him. He must have sired a great warrior within her to have so much ki already. Boy or girl, the baby will have all my strength and all Bulma's intelligence, he thought, taking his focus away from the moment.

Bulma closed in on Yamcha. The slack jawed idiot was lost in his own world. The nerve of this man, the least he could do was pay attention! She seethed. She felt powerful, more powerful than she ever had before. It felt like nothing could hurt her. She stomped right over to her still prone consort. She raised her hand and gave him the best slap she could. The sound carried and it sounded as if bomb had gone off in the enclosed space.

Yamcha looked up at her finally broken from his own musings. His cheek was red and starting to bruise. That slap had hurt him. It should not have hurt him, not really. Bulma's slaps always stung, but never left any lasting marks. This time was different. He had underestimated how powerful their baby had made her. He needed to do something fast to placate her before things got out of hand.

Bulma raised her hand again, Yamcha cried out, "Wait!"

"Why should I?'" she huffed at him.

"At least tell me why you are so upset," he pleaded with her.

A phone was tossed in front of Yamcha. As he looked at it, a window was open to a gossip column. There were several articles all over the home page about Bulma being pregnant. It slipped his mind sometimes that she was a huge celebrity. It wasn't always this way. When they first started dating they could go out and have relatively normal dates. That all changed the more she worked for Capsule Corporation and the better he played in baseball. Now they outside world saw them as a power couple.

Yamcha suddenly remembered his interview last week with the sports reporter. It was his fault. Not that he was the most eloquent speaker, or closely guarded his private life. He just enjoyed the attentions of gushing fans. Somehow he let slip to the woman that he might be a father in the near future. The comment itself was innocent enough. However it was common knowledge of whom he was dating at the time. He should have guessed something more would happen. He didn't notice anything odd about the rest of the interview. So he didn't give his little verbal slip any thoughts until now.

He could only imagine how this would complicate their lives. He was already not one for press conferences or public appearances. He let his agent handle that stuff usually. It slipped his mind that being a father would require some sort of official statement. He put up his arms in submission as he stood up and released a sigh. Of course it would require one; nothing was ever simple with Bulma.

"Bulma, calm down it was an accident," he reasoned with her.

Bulma jabbed her finger harshly in his chest, "I am calm! I am perfectly calm!"

Yamcha winced as she actually pained him a bit, "Okay, you are perfectly calm, my mistake."

Bulma crossed her arms and turned her head away from him before she queried in a dangerously even tone, "How did his happen?"

"Well I had an interview last week with a reporter. I let it slip that I am looking forward to being a father. I can't remember my exact words, but it was something like that," he explained with his arms still raised, in case she got violent again.

Bulma smacked him hard across his other cheek, "Idiot!"

Yamcha was stunned. She should not have been so fast. He was expecting speed akin to a normal human power level. Not only was that slap painful but her hand reached him far quicker than he ever imagined. Their baby must be powerful indeed.

"Come on Bulma I didn't mean to," he reminded her as he gently caught her hand.

Bulma growled at him. Her ki fluctuating again as the anger spiked within her. Yamcha had no idea how someone so untrained could tap into that kind of power. He had to get her out there, before she wrecked their bedroom. So before she could protest he lifted her into his arms and flew away.

He flew very quickly despite her protests and took her to one of their favorite spots. It was a deserted beach a few hours away by car. Technically it was part of the Briefs estate, so no one would trespass here. No reporters, no employees, just them. It was an ideal setting for some of their more romantic weekends. He landed on the shore just a little distance from the water. She pushed him away immediately. She was still angry before she realized where he had taken them.

She gazed over the serene horizon. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore had a calming effect on her. She took a deep breath and inhaled the clean ocean air. Out here with just the cries of water birds for company, it felt like they were the only two people in the world. Yamcha had made a wise choice in bringing her here, despite the rude way in which he had whisked her here.

Bulma's ki began to dissipate. The angry pulses became less and less the more time she spent on the beach. She breathed in the fresh salty air again, feeling rejuvenated and tranquil. It wasn't the big lummox's fault that he had let a secret spill out, and she knew that. For the most part Yamcha did his share of secret keeping. This interview would only exacerbate their already complicated lives. Yet she could deal with it.

As she looked at his boyish smile, her heart melted. She just needed him. Despite all the craziness the world would bring her, she just needed her lumbering oaf and things would be all right. She had no idea what came over her earlier, but she was over it now. She was fortunate in many ways that Yamcha was used to her mood swings, now made more severe by the baby. She managed to smile herself as she walked over and embraced him.

"I'm sorry Yamcha. I don't know what came over me," she apologized.

"It's all right Bulma. I can only imagine what pregnancy is doing to you. Hormones are crazy," he joked, hoping not to start anything.

Bulma let out a laugh, "You're right about that."

"You were scary. Much more than you are normally angry. I bet you were even fiercer than any Saiyan. Vegeta would have run from you," he quipped with a chuckle.

Bulma's blood ran cold at his name. She had never considered that. Perhaps that was why she felt so angry and so hostile towards Yamcha. Could I have a Saiyan baby? She wondered. Saiyans were naturally stronger and fiercer than normal humans. Their bodies adapted to a world with much higher gravity, giving them larger muscles and a more robust composition. Perhaps she was experiencing hormones on a level beyond normal humans. Only Chi Chi would know. She would have to discretely pump her friend for information.

Yamcha gazed at her, confused once more. He thought he had successfully dodged a bullet. Yet she silenced at his joke about Vegeta. Now she was lost in her own thoughts as she was prone to do. He could only shrug to himself. At least she wasn't angry. That was an improvement. He thought about another way to keep mind of things and help her relax.

Yamcha gently nudged Bulma and whispered in her ear, "Isn't that cabin around here somewhere?"

Bulma smiled as she was brought out of her thoughts and pointed, "It's just beyond the sand dunes over there."

"How about we go there and spend some time there, just you and me," he suggested.

Bulma brought her mouth up to his and kissed him lightly, "It's been a while since we had a nice romantic weekend, why not?"

Yamcha picked up his precious woman in his arms. This time she laughed as she was lifted. He winked at her and kissed her again. She opened her mouth to deepen the kiss but he playfully broke it off, plenty of time for that and more inside the cabin. She bit down on his bottom lip playfully in anger and growled at him. He chuckled at her antics. She had been more like this since his return. He had no idea what inspired it, but he liked her sudden wildness. He took off towards the cabin glad the day had turned out so well.

They landed a few seconds later in front of the door of the simple wooden cabin. Bulma was now fully in the mood. She clung to Yamcha longer than necessary letting the full swell of her breasts nudge his bare chest. Yamcha wore a lecherous grin on his face. Bulma turned to let him get a good view of her backside as she entered the code on the door. The lock was the only modern thing on this simple vacation home.

As the door opened, she jumped into Yamcha's arms. He knew she loved this part. He took her though the threshold as if she were a bride and walked them over to the bed. He set her down just before the bed and began laying sweet kisses on her bare skin as he began to undress her.

"This day turned out pretty good. I am glad you hit with me an alarm clock," he joked between kisses.

Bulma turned and put a finger on his lips, "You talk too much sometimes."

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Vegeta left the shower in some fresh clothes feeling satisfied. He had a good workout today. A hot shower always felt good after hard work out. He could feel his power growing with each day he spent in space. He had been wandering aimlessly so far in his journey. With no azure haired sirens to distract him, he settled into a simple routine of training, eating, showering, and some light reading at night with a few key books.

Luckily for him, the Lady Briefs decided to stock him with a small library just in case he was gone longer than he initially planned. He was actually surprised she had thought to take that step, but he favored the two finely bound books she lent him from her personal library. The books were of a much older and finer binding and much more expensive than other choices he had, based on the exquisite leather binding. He could tell the books were quite valuable and he knew that she likely treasured these books.

As he made his way to an ornate desk with the flower pot, he released a sigh. Leaving the drama that Bulma had caused him in recent weeks had been one thing, but leaving Lady Briefs was another matter. It would seem I have become quite fond of the enigmatic queen, he mused with a chuckle. He sat down and took out a small water container to give the single flower he had its necessary water. It might seem absurd, but he oddly enjoyed the simple act of botanical maintenance. It reminded him of his garden sanctuary on Earth and the rather unique bond he formed with the queen.

Vegeta picked up the finely bound tome with a grin. He opened the book and took a glance at his personal bookmark with his family crest on it. Yet another gift for me that I was bestowed upon by the queen, he thought. He turned to the latest scene in Hamlet. He rather liked the story so far.

The Prince in the story deeply wished to avenge his father, but had doubts as to how he would do it. Instead of targeting his foes head on, he decided to use guile and subterfuge in order to reach his goals. Much like Vegeta himself, Hamlet's own life had become a farce. He was forced to suffer a maddening fate dealt upon him by some cruel and vindictive creator. At least I am not alone in being subjected to a ridiculous farce of a real life. 'Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune;' I can sympathize Hamlet, he reflected with a self-depreciating laugh.

Vegeta stopped reading after he finished the last scene, placed the marker in the book once more and closed the exquisite tome. He didn't want to finish the story too soon, he wanted to savor each new revelation and plot twist. The story seemed quite realistic, if not a little antiquated. It was also laced with profoundly deep knowledge of life.

It reminded him of the Lady Briefs herself. As she crossed his mind he leaned over the desk and inhaled the sweet scent of the wildflower. He rather enjoyed the scent now, much like the woman herself, it had grown on him and he was not ashamed to acknowledge it. Suddenly the combination of reminiscing about Lady Briefs and the scent of her flower had an unintended effect on Vegeta. His eyes began to flutter and his consciousness faded as he slumped over the desk calmly being ensnared by the mysterious world he frequented in the presence of the Lady Briefs.

The world around Vegeta faded into view. He was now on a ramp of a ship. He looked back in the direction of the ship. He felt a sense of nostalgia as he recognized the old Royal Saiyan Ship from the glory days of the kingdom with the proud seal of House emblazed in large bold crimson on the side of the vessel. It was designed to be a combination of a warship and luxury liner for royals and high nobles. He remember they had all the amenities a royal could want yet still had the same firepower as one of their top class naval vessels.

As he turned his attention past the ramp to the planet, he found he did not recognize his surroundings. What he saw only confused him. While the landing bay for the ship looked ostentatious, there was practically no traffic on it. Their ship appeared to be the only one in the bay. Unusual for a landing bay that seemed fit for royalty and high nobility. He could barely make out a few female figures scurrying in the background in simple white robes. What is this place? He wondered.

Vegeta looked over himself and found he was dressed in his young formal royal attire. It was a smaller version of the formal dark blue and gold military style garb he had worn as an officer in Frieza's army. He had his formal scarlet cape attached which had unlike his combat uniform had golden trimmings around the edges. His matching marble boots and gloves were made of material much more exquisite than his utility combat gloves. As he looked at his own attire he was impressed, but he still could not recall wearing such a uniform much.

The goddess appeared out of the catwalk behind him, clothed in a luminous sapphire and shimmering gold dress that accentuated her curvaceous physique. She was once again adorned in her jeweled golden hairband the gleamed in the sunlight. Her velvety raven hair curled in slight waves as it flowed down her body and swayed elegantly as she made her way down the ramp with celestial grace. She radiated resplendent warmth and blessed him with an adoring maternal smile as she caught sight of him.

Vegeta's breath caught in his throat. She appeared to him before but now the visions were beginning to grow clearer to him with each one. The most detailed one he had seen her in before she was in her combat armor. The sight of her in a formal dress was almost too much for him to handle. This is what a Saiyaness is like? He wondered in awe. Frieza had truly robbed him of a magnificent life if women like this had been waiting to for him on Planet Vegeta. He could not take his eyes off her as she approached him, leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"I have a surprise today, little warrior. We are going to a place special to all Saiyans. We are going to complete an ancient Saiyan rite just for you," she whispered to him.

Vegeta straightened up his stance and nodded to her. He felt a strong need to impress the goddess and took a regal stance he imitated from his father, crossing his arms with a serious expression on his face. The goddess giggled at him. She was clearly amused by his attempt at looking noble.

"My, I feel fortunate to have such a noble and mighty prince here to escort me," she claimed proudly ruffling his hair, Vegeta nodded in response.

Nappa and a familiar scar faced Royal Elite made their way off the ramp now. They still wore their combat armor complete with their family crest on their breastplates. Both of them scanned the area for threats to the pair before making their way to them. It seems they were sent to guard the prince, the goddess or both.

"All clear, my Lady," Nappa reported with a salute.

"Nappa this is a sacred place. If a fight breaks out, be sure to limit any collateral damage," she reminded Nappa.

"Of course my Lady," Nappa agreed, and then he nodded to the other Royal Warrior to take his position.

"Now do you think you can make the journey all on your own?" she asked Vegeta.

Vegeta shook his head in response. He felt he could only fly at limited ranges at this age. His young self had yet to learn how to completely control his powers. Though he was strong for his age, it did him little good without the skill to bring out the full extent of his abilities. So young Vegeta tugged on her dress and help his arms up to her to pick him up. She chuckled tenderly at the request of the young prince before reaching down and taking him in her arms.

"All right little warrior, I honored you. Bestow your protection on me from any threats on the way to the sacred temple," she declared sweetly, knowing he just wanted to be with her.

Vegeta nodded and then wrapped his young arms around her neck. He closed his eyes as felt her soft, silken cheek rub against his own, anointing him with her heavenly scent. Vegeta had to admit to himself he looked forward to the next part of the ritual with the goddess. A large toothy grin took over his features as he felt luxurious fur once more entwine in his own. He didn't care if this place ever existed or not when he felt this intimate embrace. Just the feeling of two tails intertwined made him feel whole again. A feeling he very deeply missed since his tail was first cut off.

He rubbed his own cheek back on the goddess this time, earning him a giggle. He felt her arms pull him closer as they took flight. Now only laughter erupted from him at the feeling of flying with her. Then he heard that familiar melodious lullaby softly sung in his ear as they made their way across the landscape. Had flying always been like this? He pondered. No wonder his younger self wanted her to fly him around when it evoked such feelings in him. In his adult life he never felt such carefree elation as he did now.

The three Saiyans flew in a triangle formation all the way to a large mountain that dominated the landscape. As they got closer they could make out the temple carved into the mountainside. Large statues with various incarnations of the Great Mother Goddess dotted the landscape. A great statue depicted her as the triumphant warrior queen. Another one showed her as a buxom woman nursing a baby. The Saiyans landed amidst the titanic statues greeted by a small group of priestesses from the temple in simple white robes. While they were all saiyanoid, none of them appeared to be Saiyans. The leader of the group stood a few paces from the rest ready to receive the Royal party.

"Greetings Elite Royal Warriors of Vegeta, welcome to Sacra Via. I am Celeste a priestess here," the priestess said with a bow.

"Thank you for accommodating us. I have been informed that you would be prepared to carry out the ritual upon our arrival. Is that true?" the goddess inquired.

"It is my lady. However your attendants must remain here. Only the supplicants and the faithful are allowed within the sacred spring," the priestess informed her.

"Nappa, you and Varro wait here. We shall return shortly," the goddess ordered them.

"My lady, there are appear to be no Saiyans here. We should remain close by just in case," Nappa objected respectfully.

"Are you implying I am incapable of taking care of myself or the prince?" the goddess asked with a hint of a threat.

"Of course not my lady, I am merely suggesting that I would be more comfortable if myself or Varro were close by," Nappa quickly backtracked, realizing he had inadvertently questioned the goddess's power.

"Nappa, it was not a suggestion," the goddess snapped at him in a commanding voice.

"Very well my lady," he confirmed with a salute. "Come Varro let us secure the site from here."

As Nappa and Varro took off to survey the surrounding land from the air, the goddess made her way forward still carrying Vegeta. He felt fear from his younger self, apparently at this age he had not left Planet Vegeta much. This actually might be his first trip off world. So he clung tighter to the goddess for support to ease his anxiety at the unfamiliar surroundings and burrowed himself in her raven, divinely scented mane. The goddess cooed softly in his ear and ever so gently squeezed his tail with her own to soothe him.

"Open your eyes and look around, no need to fear. I'm here with you," she whispered in his ear.

Vegeta nodded slowly and turned around to see them trailing the lead priestess and making their way down a hallway inside the temple lit by torches rather than more modern lights. The torches and ancient stone walls almost made him think they had gone back in time. The walls were decorated with murals depicting ancient myths, some familiar to him, some not. Vegeta could smell many different races here but none of them had the familiar Saiyan scent he was used to. What's so special to my people about a temple run by other races and not on the home world? He wondered.

They came to a stop outside a set of two intricately carved double doors. Two other young maidens were waiting for them with bowls of some substance Vegeta could not make out. He could detect the slight hint of water close by. It must be the sacred spring they mentioned earlier, he concluded. The maidens came forward and bowed slightly to them.

"Are you familiar with the ritual my lady?" Celeste asked her.

"I am. It has been a long time, but I remember how to do it," the goddess answered.

"Then we shall leave you and the Prince to complete it. The sacred spring is just beyond these doors," Celeste informed her, then motioned for the young maidens to come forward.

The goddess put Vegeta down, but he still hugged her dress in trepidation. The goddess took the bowls from young maidens who bowed respectfully as they handed them over to her. The goddess winked at him and handed him one of the bowls. Curiosity got the better of him and he peaked inside to see some sort of red liquid inside. I don't get it, he mused. He looked up saw the goddess at the door motioning him to follow her as she opening it. Careful as he could not to drop the bowl Vegeta made his way to the goddess and followed her inside.

Once inside, Vegeta noticed the sacred spring was a large pool of steaming water surrounded by murals of the Goddess of the shrine, whoever that was supposed to be. By the large pool there was a simple wooden bench. What is so sacred about this place? Nothing looks all that unique except the murals, he pondered. The goddess placed her bowl on the bench and gestured for Vegeta to do the same. He followed her directions curious as to the nature of the ritual.

"Undress; we must enter the pool in our natural forms," she instructed him, shimmering out of her exquisite dress.

Vegeta nodded and unclasped his cape first neatly folding it before working on the rest of his regal uniform. He turned around when he heard a splash. The goddess had already made her way inside watery depths he saw. She warmly smiled at him and beckoned him with a wave of her hand to join her. Vegeta felt his youthful side nearly run with delight splashing the water a bit as he made his way to her. The goddess merely shook her head slowly and giggled at his impatience.

"Calm yourself, remember this a sacred spring, not the Royal Baths," she scolded him, taking him in her arms. "As much fun as bathing with you is little warrior, the ritual is more than a simple bath."

Vegeta lowered his head slowly disappointed he had earned her displeasure. He felt her elegant fingers lift his chin up so she could look him in the eyes. There was no hint of disappointment or malice in them. She pulled him closer to her and her cheek on his to assure him that he was still special to her. Vegeta felt pure elation at the simple act of intimacy. He heard her dulcet tones as she sang her soothing lullaby while beginning to wash his body.

After she was finished, the goddess lifted him and made their way back to the edge of the pool toward the bowls. She took a bowl of red liquid, dipped her fingers in, and then began drawing symbols on his freshly washed skin. Vegeta observed her carefully. Some symbols he recognized, some were unfamiliar to him. That is the Royal Crest. That one is the symbol for warrior, that one is courage…, he observed. She smiled at him when she was done then motioned for him to grab the second bowl.

"My turn, just draw the same symbols on me," she directed him.

The goddess swept her hair back so her chest was a bare canvass before him. While his child self did not understand, he adult self was once more taken aback by sheer beauty of her nude form. As he gazed on her voluptuous breasts, he was grew increasingly suspicious that her body was simply too perfect, too divine. His child self seemed accustomed to such beauty as it continued on oblivious, carefully drawing symbols on her fine velvety skin. She giggled a bit at his touch, apparently she was ticklish. Once finished, he looked at her for confirmation that he had done well, needing her approval.

"A fine job," she complimented him, and then lowered her forehead on his, closing her eyes. "Crown Prince Vegeta II of House Vegeta, may you receive the blessings of the Mother of All Saiyans. May she guide you in your darkest times and provide her favor in your times of need. May you carry the eternal spirit and boundless ferocity of your people in battle."

Vegeta slowly emerged from the dream world, lifting his head off the desk. He shook off the lingering sleeping feeling still prevailing in him. He just had another vision, this time without Lady Briefs. He never had a vision on his own before. It didn't make sense to him what was happening to him. He needed answers.

Then it hit him suddenly like a jolt through his brain, where his next destination. Vegeta left his room and walked up to the navigation console. He never considered going there before. Somehow he had forgotten it even existed for decades. But this latest vision with its newest revelations somehow unlocked the memory deep within his mind. He would go to the ancient Saiyan Temple dedicated to honor the Mother of All Saiyans. He didn't even know if it still existed. It could have been pillaged, sacked, and purged long ago. Still, something in him had a deep desire to go there. He typed in the final coordinates with a smirk. Perhaps he could find some answers in the ancient shrine of his people. Sacra Via… I wonder what I'll find there, he mused.