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The Setting Sun

Chapter 10

Conversations with Unlikely People

Disclaimer: will never own DBZ

Bulma just sat there, staring. She wasn't sure that she had heard that right, but from what she gathered, he had just said something that totally sounded weird. Sure, Vegeta said 'I am the Prince of all Saiyans' enough times to drive her up the wall, but never in her wildest dreams did she ever think that Genki, down to earth, sweet as can be Genki, would ever say anything like that.

But in fact, he just did. He had just said he was the prince of all Seiyens. And boy, the reason it sounded so weird was because it really did sound like he was saying 'Saiyan' except for the 'yen' sounded barely different from 'yan'.

"Come again?" Bulma finally croaked, her throat had gone dry from the shock.

Genki rolled his eyes as he struggled to keep his cool. Being around Vegeta had made his temper sour.

"I am a prince, like Vegeta, only to a race known as Seiyens." He repeated for them.

"You have a tail," Chichi said as she finally snapped out of her shock.

"Yes," Genki nodded, "I have a tail, all Seiyens have one just like Saiyans are born with them. Only ours are not a solid color. We have the same exact type of tail but the coloration between ours and the Saiyans are one of the few ways to tell us apart, unfortunately."

"So people often mistook Saiyans and Seiyens for each other?" Bulma questioned with a new found interest in all of this.

"Yes, but luckily it was not too often," Genki shrugged, "There is very little difference between Saiyans and Seiyens. The Seiyens theorized we had a common ancestor since we have the same chromosome number, the same number of bones reinforced by the same carbon-like element, the same hair and eye color variation, and even the same amount of muscles though ours cannot get as dense as theirs."

"So Seiyens are more of a slender build?" Bulma guessed, "I mean Vegeta is broad and massive compared to your lean and slender build, it that also a difference?"

"Yes. But there are some Saiyans that are born that look like us and there have been occasions where Seiyens are born to look like Saiyans. But most of the time Seiyens are slender and Saiyans are broad."

"So… if you two are pretty much the same…" Bulma started, not sure how to present this, "Do you… you know… change during the full moon?"

"Yes, actually, but our world had no moon, so it was a rare event that we ever morphed. We are half the size but ten times the ki power than our usual self. Saiyans are bigger, more powerful and destructive when in Oozaru state, but Seiyens are smaller, but more in control of the ki not only in their system but all around them. If one wished, they could probably destroy the flow of a planet like this." Genki paused there giving them a strong look, "But that won't happen since I am the only living one left and I grew fond of this planet after spending almost my entire life here."

Chichi however was more interested in this 'Oozaru' state he was talking about and she voiced her confusion accordingly. So Bulma quickly explained the state the moon sent the Saiyans and Seiyens into.

"But Seiyens are suppose to have control at birth, well, that's how the rumor goes since we had no moon," Genki interrupted, "Saiyans, on the other hand, learn to harness it because of the raw power they are given and the animalistic instincts that come with the state."

"So basically, Seiyens were the more… cultured and refined race while the Saiyans were…"

"Oh, they had a culture of their own and it was refined to their tastes, but it paled in comparison to the Seiyens who built architectural wonders and built libraries and places to learn and study. The only Saiyans that even bothered to learn were those of the royal family and a few of their more… scientifically open minds. You should have seen their coliseums." Genki ranted, "Oh, the people may have been brutes, but their place for battle made even the Romans look like brain dead morons in their designs."

"So why did Frieza destroy your world as well."

"We…" Genki stalled for a minute, shifting a bit, "Might not have been as strong as the Saiyans, but we hated Ice-jins just as much as the Saiyans. You might say it is apart of that DNA theory." Genki laughed a bit at his own inside joke, "But you see the Seiyens and Saiyans had a treaty. We might have hated each other, but we knew what the other meant to one another. I vaguely remember Vegeta as a child actually. I do remember that he was a pain in my royal side the moment we laid eyes on each other though."

Bulma couldn't help but wonder what Vegeta looked like as a child. She bet that he was still the same stuck up jerk he was today only pudgier and smaller. Then again she could see Genki being almost the same only he would be annoyed by the Saiyan instead of playful.

"Any other questions?" Genki asked as he stretched where he sat, "If not, I would prefer to be heading home to my dear bride and see if she can't erase the stress of today from me."

"You said your people weren't ones for fighting, what made them such a threat?"

Genki stayed quite for a moment before giving her a smug grin, "We were known for healing. Saiyans and Seiyens were an unstoppable force if they could work together. With Seiyens using their ki manipulations they could control ki flows of another being as long as they had contact. Saiyans messed up their ki flows a lot when in battle so Seiyens would fix it. They also could do undercover work because they could kill other beings without more then a few taps in the right ki points."

"Or just disable them," Bulma cut in remembering how Vegeta had gone limp when Genki tapped a few areas around his neck.

"Or disable them," Genki nodded with a proud grin, "We were inventive that way. Couldn't destroy a whole planet, but that was what the Saiyans were for. Frieza killed both races because if one was gone, the other would rise up because they knew it wouldn't be long till they were killed too."

"How did you escape?" Chichi asked.

"Everyone was told that Vegeta-sei was destroyed by meteorites, but the Seiyens knew it to be a lie. We tried to sneak as many people as we could out, but the only one that I know for sure that made it was me."

"Was Earth always your destination?" Bulma questioned, wondering about it since Goku was suppose to destroy Earth.

"Yes. My father intercepted a reading that a Saiyan pod was heading to Earth, so he sent me there as well. I was only five and a half when he sent me off, but I remembered my mission well. I caused the Saiyan to forget his mission so that Earth would be safe from its impending doom. No one was ever going to remember him since he wasn't suppose to make it off the planet anyways."

Bulma almost wanted to laugh. The whole reason that Goku and fallen and hit his head was because of Genki. She almost wondered what would have happened if Genki had left him to grow up like he was suppose to, would he have been as cruel as Vegeta could be?

"Just to let you know, I only presented myself to him, close enough for him to smell me. The rest he did on his own. The brat was lucky I was there or he might not have made it through his accident. By the time the old man had gotten down the reviene I was already stifling the blood flow of the wound and fixing the ki flow as well," Genki said, pulling out a cigarette and putting it into his mouth. He paused for a moment, musing a few thoughts before saying, "I wonder what happened to the squirt."

"He became my husband," Chichi told him, trying hard to fight the grin on her face. It was just too funny that he had been the one that caused her husband to spare the Earth.

"He did?" Genki blinked, "Well… I'll be. So Vegeta's still got a subordinate."

"Yes well, Goku isn't the best 'subordinate' since he just does as he wants," Bulma laughed at the thought of Goku ever really listening to Vegeta like he was suppose to.

"And he sure isn't little anymore," Chichi added with a prideful look, "He is taller than you, Genki-san."

"Darn," Genki sighed, "I hate feeling short, and I'm not even that short."

He stood up, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and lighting his smoke. He looked at the two women after taking in a puff on bowed his head a bit, "Well, I'll be off. If you need help with Mr. Saiyan, please don't call unless it is an emergency. Until then, ladies."

With a quick goodbye Genki headed out and back into the busy streets of West City some distance off. Bulma and Chichi left to reflect on what Genki had said. It was almost frightening to them that it was just because of a single person that their world had been saved from its original dooms day. Chichi was also grateful that he had saved Goku's life even though he seemed to dislike the Saiyans. If it hadn't been for that kind act, she would have never had Gohan, never married Goku, and perhaps her father would have never been snapped out of his depression by Master Roshi or lived when the fire overcame their castle.

Bulma tried not to think too closely on how one deed or event could forever change the events that rolled out in the future. It was almost too mind boggling for even her brain to process, so she thought better of even trying to think of the Butterfly Effect Theory. Instead, she went and found the sketch book that was slowly filling up and began to work on it once more. She soon found herself once again lost in her art work when Chichi snapped her out of it.

"Bulma," She had interrupted, causing Bulma to jump as she was thrown back into reality, "It is time for dinner."

Bulma looked a little confused as she quickly checked her watch. Indeed, it was time for dinner and her stomach now realized that, letting out a growl. Bulma blushed as she nodded and quickly glanced at her sketchbook.

"You've been at it for hours. I was going to interrupt a couple of times, but I thought you needed time to zone out. I wouldn't do that all day long if I were you though." Chichi told her, explaining why no one had bothered to snap her out of her trance. She glanced at the one that Bulma had been finishing, "Would it be alright if we both look over these during dinner?"

"Sure," Bulma nodded, shutting her book and heading to the table with Chichi following behind her.

They ate for a while before Chichi brought up the subject again. Bulma and Chichi both looked over her newest pieces and it was very curious to Chichi.

"They really are Saiyans, aren't they?" She asked, looking at the tails in one of the pictures of a stadium of sorts.

"I guess so, it is interesting, really, because I don't know what I am drawing until I snap out of the trance." Bulma shrugged, turning to another interesting picture.

Again, of the same lady that constantly littered her pictures, but again the image of her was not clear and heavily shadowed her face. She was sitting on the castle roof with the little child again, staring at the stars and the two crescent moons in the sky.

"I think she is the one I see the most." Bulma pointed to her, "I bet most of the pictures have something to do with her perspective or something."

"Or maybe she was important. It looks like she is sitting in a elegant roof top of some sort of castle." Chichi pointed out, "Maybe you should ask Vegeta. I mean, he probably knows what's happening. If not, maybe Genki would know."

"I think I will," Bulma nodded, "But maybe in a little bit. Vegeta, no doubt, still needs time to stew in his anger."

One thing that Bulma was right about was that Vegeta was still very angry. Not only had he realized that a Seiye-jin had survived, but that particular Seiyen, it made him burn with fury. Oh, he had known it was Genki the moment he saw the stripped tailed little mongrel's face, though he was now taller than him, but that had not always been the case.

His tail began throbbing again and Vegeta's muscles tightened in anger that the other male had even had the gall to touch his tail in such a manner, even though it was nothing but a small stub. It was taboo that was kept by both cultures! He should have known better that to touch his tail like… like… likeonlyamateshould. His face flushed again. He was grateful only the black haired mate of that clown had come to check on him an hour after the incident. If it had been the woman, he might of tried anything to get the feeling of the Seigen's touch off of his tail, including tricking the blue haired genius into touching -no, petting- it.

He tired hard to think of something else. Anything to keep him from thinking of Genki, the little mongrel. He was only a few months younger than he and yet he had escaped Vegeta's fate. Vegeta pulled his thoughts from the dangerous waters of his past with the reptile. Genki, the Seigen that he was, had been correct when he had told Bulma it had been the Saiyans that had caused both worlds' downfalls. Even he knew if the Seiyens had not been so close to the Saiyans politically, one culture might have survived.

He cursed quietly when he realized his mind had gone right back to thinking of the very thing that he was trying not to think about. He wished desperately for something to distract him from the pest. Even the woman would be better than thinking of Genki.

It was like his wish was heard and granted by Vegiit herself, not even five minutes after he had thought such a idea did the blue haired minx appear at his door. His eyes flickered to his clock. It was reading midnight. Was it really that late? Where did his day go? Vegeta felt lazy lying around like he had, but he couldn't keep his eyes open long enough to even make farther than the bathroom and back. His energy only coming to him in small bouts of strength.

She didn't wait for anyone to invite her in, she came in like last night, a frightened child seeking comfort. For some strange reason she kept picking him for her place of sanctuary, like he was someone who would comfort her and chase away the nightmares. He couldn't even do that for himself. Soon he found her burrowing her head under his arm again, trying desperately to feel protected from whatever haunted her.

However, this time, Vegeta was not immobile and he was not about to let this continue without understanding what made her shake like she had last night and even left her body shivering even though she wasn't as bad as the night before. It had made the slight shiver he had last night pale in comparison though.

The way she jumped when he had shifted made him realize that she had forgotten in her panic that he was able to move, if only as slow as a sloth. He rolled over onto his back, pulling her half on top of his so he didn't have to strain his neck to look at her. Even in the dark, he could see better than a human could.

"I'm sorry," She whispered, looking down at him, "I couldn't sleep alone…"

"What is this about, Onna? Even I know your normal nightmares don't make you quake like a lowly peasant standing in front of a merciless prince."

He noticed that Bulma had caught onto the double meaning. She let out a weak laugh. She wasn't like everyone else who shook and shivered, begging for mercy from him, yet a dream could reduce her to such trembling. She didn't respond right away, she laid her head down on his chest, and he could hear her faintly counting off his heartbeats to calm down.

It took her a while, but she finally composed herself.

"Have you ever felt such intensity that it made you want to cry, to tremble? Every time I close my eyes to sleep, I see this eye, like someone peering at me so close I can only really make out one of their eyes. And every time it locks on to me, I feel such intensity that I could choke on the power it seems to leak out. I feel like it wants to kill me…"

"Killing intent," Vegeta rumbled, his tongue no longer sloppy as it had been most of the day, "It is a trick that my people liked to use to get their enemies to… rethink their intentions or paralyze them in such fear that the kill is quick and clean."

Bulma chewed her lip for a moment, and though he could not see her face since she was resting her head on his chest, he could tell that she was deep in thought, thinking of a way to speak to him about something.

"Vegeta…"

"What Onna?" Vegeta muttered.

He was getting sleepy again and he cursed how easily he lost his energy.

"I think… I think I am dreaming about the past…"

Vegeta crinkled his head, he didn't have the focus that was needed to solve the riddle that she had presented, so he took a guess.

"You mean about your time on Namek?"

That was the only time she would have been exposed to such killing intent that she had nightmares about it.

"No… When I fall asleep… I don't dream about my past… I… I think I dream of the Saiyans' past."

That caught Vegeta's attention faster than when Bunny said something about food. He sat up as best he could, Bulma quickly righting herself so she sat with her knees folded and her hands resting between her open legs on the mattress. She watched him carefully as best as she could in the dark, but Vegeta could see her better, easily reading the worry in her expression.

"What?" He asked again, testing to see if he had heard her correctly.

"I… I have been dreaming about Saiyans," Bulma told him, looking down at her hands, "I didn't understand it at first, but I started drawing these images in my head and they match my dreams sometimes… Is there something wrong with me?" Vegeta watched as her eyes became watery, almost groaning when he realized that she was going to cry again. "I mean, who dreams of dead people who haven't existed in… in-"

"Twenty-six," Vegeta filled in for her.

"-twenty-six years!" Bulma finished, "Is there something wrong with me?"

Vegeta sighed. He was too tried for this. She had to spring this on him all of a sudden- not like he wasn't the one who asked. He still was having trouble staying awake and shifting through his memories too. His father must have spoken about this once or twice.

"I mean, I was getting suspicious when I woke up that night and started cooking that food," Bulma continued to rant, trying hard not to let the tears flow, "But I couldn't just sit around anymore and think about what I saw…"

"And what did you see?" Vegeta asked as calmly as possible, trying to buy himself time and information to see if it could make him recall anything.

"A man," she sniffled, "he looked like you only he had brown hair and he was charging at this… purple and white lizard thing… and it killed him with a flick of his finger, then destroyed all the men with him with one ki blast."

Out of all the men in history that looked like him, only his father had brown hair. Vegeta couldn't help but gasp in air at the sudden revelation. She had seen his father die. Not only that, but she had just told him that his father had not died on Vegeta-sei with the rest of his people, but had tried to fight Frieza and failed.

His memory surged to something his father had told him as a child, making sure that Vegeta was well aware of such happenings before he left him in the care of Frieza. He had barely whispered to words into Vegeta's ear before Zarbon and come and taken him away.

"Vegeta?"

"Hush, little one," Vegeta said in response to her worried tone. He quickly remember the words he had been told and decided to pass them on, "Rest and if you see the image again, remember these words: Eljalis nebitilim alfraition iicabiis. Altis riites iingeious mejii. Nah, tah dal iistalrii. Everything should be explained to you afterwards."

"What if I don't remember them?" Bulma whispered.

Vegeta couldn't stay awake much longer his eyes drooping quickly as he reached his limit, "You will…"

And with that, he was out. Bulma couldn't believe how lucky he was that he could just close his eyes. She managed to settle him back into the bed so he would not wake with a kink in his neck and blame her. She quietly laid her head back down onto his chest, as she had become comfortable using him as a pillow when he had pulled her onto him.

She was afraid of that gaze staring at her so, but she could only trust that Vegeta knew what he was talking about, because even now, she felt as if the gaze was still upon her, even as she was awake.

Slowly, her eyes closed, and slowly she drifted off.

It felt as if she had just closed her eyes and opened them to see that eye glaring at her as it had been. Somehow, though, she had not woken with a start like all the other times. Somehow she was able to remember what Vegeta had told her before conking out and repeated his words the best she could.

"Eljalis nebitilim alfraition iicabiis. Altis riites iingeious mejii. Nah, tah dal iistalrii."

Suddenly, the killing intent that had been there vanished and no longer was there just an image of that golden eye. The dream flashed quickly before Bulma found herself in the center of a grand coluseum that she had drawn earlier that day.

The place was empty, no sounds, no people, only her, the grand architecture and the blood red sky above that was absolutely beautiful. Suddenly, something caught her interest and before her was a figure in a red cloak and hood. She almost laughed thinking back to little red riding hood and comparing the tattered and muddied thing to what the little fairy tale child had worn.

The sound of a foreign language penetrated her ears, she looked up to see who had spoken them, but she had not seen the other's lips move.

"I'm sorry," Bulma tried to tell the other, "I don't know what you are saying."

Bulma could see the other cock his head to the side as he stared at her from under the shadow of his hood. Then, suddenly the voice chuckled, drawing near her in a flash and pulled her into a kiss. Bulma's eyes widened as she felt their lips touch. Not even five seconds later, they pulled apart.

"Forgive me, but I was never taught Japanese, nor do I know much Galactic Standard, well, any Galactic Standard."

"I can understand you," Bulma blinked before taking in the features of the one before her, "YOU'RE A GIRL!"

"Ah," the female backed up, her cloak opening up and revieling her more feminine features as she used her hands to cover her ears, "Too loud!"

"Sorry," Bulma squeaked, "I forgot about the hearing thing… But… but… you kissed me!"

"Kiss?" She asked, slowly uncovering her ears cautiously, "What is a kiss? I was learning your language."

Bulma sighed, trying to calm down. No one would ever know that she kissed her. Heck, this was a dream, she realized, it really didn't happen.

"So… you kissed me… to learn my language?"

"I can transfer linguistic knowledge by contact of lips. It allows me to have enough intimate contact with your ki to withdraw such information." The still hooded female informed her, "If touching lips is kissing, then yes. I had to kiss you for the ability to speak to you."

"Oh…" Bulma blinked before clapping her hands to the other woman's, her eyes bright and excited at such a concept, "You can learn any language by just simple contact like that? Is it all races that can do this? Or is just your race? Or is it just a trait that you have picked up?"

For the first time, Bulma was able to see the face of the woman she spoke to and couldn't help but gasp at her eyes. It was those golden eyes she had seen before. She couldn't help but leap back, pointing at the woman in somewhat fear as she shouted "YOU!" On the top of her lungs. Again, the other woman covered her poor ears.

"Are you always this jumpy in your thoughts?" the red hooded woman asked, cautiously uncovering her ears once more.

Bulma blinked, realizing how she had jumped from one subject to another to another to another, blushing at how foolish she felt.

"Eh… No…" She said as she fidgeted a bit before coming back with a "But you are the one whose eyes I kept seeing! I was just shocked to see that… you were a girl."

"Yes," the red riding hood of her dreams nodded, "I am a female. But I was sure you were aware that I was a female. Did you not speak to Vegeta about his lineage? Or was mistaken."

This time, it only took Bulma a moment to realize that this… this woman before her was the only female other than his mother that Vegeta ever gave a name to in his lineage...

"You… You're Evangeline Vegiit." Bulma stated in awe, "Their deity."

"Yes," she said laughed lightly, taking off the cape, letting it fall to the ground, "I am Evangeline Vegiit, deity of the Saiyans."

She was dark compared to any Saiyan she had ever seen in her visions. Her skin a little less then milk chocolate. Her eyes were, as already stated, golden and her hair was touching the bottom of her shoulder blades. They were an odd bone white color that did not seem Saiyan in the least. Her eyebrows the same bone white as her hair and she wore pieces of bone as jewelry. Each bone looked like something from a different beast.

She had that goddess like body and even though she was a Saiyan through and through, she was not as muscle-y as Bulma would have expected. She looked like she worked out and kept herself in shape, but didn't overwhelm herself with looking strong. She had a half mask on her head made of feathers. The base near her eye laid in a semi circle and seemed to hold great meaning as well as the rose like hair piece that tangles into the mask.

Her facial features were lax, not like Vegeta who always schooled in his expressions and kept a it from showing anything but negative emotion. In fact, her tail was not wound about her waist and it waved about in the air. If anything, she was nothing that Bulma thought a deity of Saiyans would be. She did have the sharp but womanly features that Vegeta's mother had when she had seen her, but if anything, the woman looked open and welcoming. Dare she say, as friendly as Goku.

Bulma couldn't stop the words that came out of her mouth, "Are you sure your related to Vegeta?"

She didn't expected the Saiyan warrioress to burst out in a bout of laughter that was pleasant sounding to her ears. Yes, she was surprised indeed.

"Yes," she nodded, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye, "I am. Not what you expected, now am I?"

"No," Bulma shook her head, "You're… nice!"

"I am only nice to my kin," Evangeline Vegiit corrected, "Anything that does not have a Saiya-jin feel to it, is normally not welcomed by me. Say it's prejudice or racist, but I only like my people."

"But," Bulma began looking confused, "I am not one of your own."

"You are," her eyes gleamed with a loving look, "You not only were going to bear a child of a Saiya-jin, you were going to mother it. You were going to love it. You brought us what we thought impossible… well… close to impossible. Hope."

"But… I failed to protect Trunks."

"No," Evangeline shook her head, "It is the child's duty to protect its mother while in the womb. It gives her ki, gives her what she needs so it can continue to take what it needs. The child was a Saiyan child, even if it had some human blood. It is not like a human child in the least. You did your best, but it was Trunk's obligation to protect his mother. And he did well."

Bulma almost jumped out of her skin when she felt the embrace of the deity.

"But, you have done more than that to bring us hope," Evangeline whispered.

Bulma was still shocked from such loving embrace. Soon Evangeline pulled away, only to stoop to look at Bulma eye to eye.

"Why did you glare at me then?" Bulma asked, remembering how those eyes once caused her to shiver in fear.

"I didn't know you. It was when you asked to speak with me I realized who was wandering about in my private realm." Evangeline shrugged, "I haven't had a Seer about in almost three hundred years. I didn't think that you would be the one accessing this place."

Bulma let what she was told sink in. Apparently, Evangeline had her own realm and very few people could access it. She had been aggressive until she knew who Bulma was and then was suddenly friendly because she counted Bulma as one of her own. And apparently the people who could access this place had been Seers.

"But I'm not a Seer." Bulma finally said.

"Yes," Evangeline corrected, gathering up her cloak and putting it back on, "You are."

"But… but how?"

Evangeline didn't say anything for a moment, righting her cloak to cover her and pulling the hood back onto her head. When she was all settled she spoke.

"Time is running short. You will wake soon. To answer your questions, the moment you saw Eden and were given a reprieve of life, you became a Seer. There are other ways, but near death experiences awaken it." She turned around, beginning to walk away, "I will allow you access here. I will see you in your dreams tomorrow night. Tell Vegeta, he should know something about all this."

And with that, before Bulma could even call out to the Saiyan, everything went black and flashed with a sudden bright light.

Bulma couldn't help but gasp as she awakened. She might have pulled herself up in the shock of the dream, but she had been firmly pinned down by two heavy limbs, holding her close to the chest of none other than Vegeta. She was so surprised that she had to pinch her self just to make sure she was seeing this right. After all, he had never been one to let out this sort of affection.

His face was buried into her locks of hair and his arms wrapped possessively. She now realized why he usually liked so many blasted pillows. He snuggled with them. She didn't try to move, instead she replayed the dream in her head, remembering that friendly way Vegeta's deity would act about her.

She almost wondered if that was what Saiyans were originally like. Friendly towards those that they considered apart of theirs. She had called Bulma one of her own, so she must have considered her apart of the Saiyan family. It was sort of nice, being told that she belonged.

It was when something brushed itself under her shirt, she had to try hard not to squeal. Vegeta was still asleep and it would be best not to wake him. He would be able to move today and that meant that he wouldn't hold her like this once he was done and privately Bulma really liked this feeling of being in his arms, protected.

When she felt that mysterious thing twitch against her bare back again, she used her hand that was the least pinned to snag it and pull it to her view.

That time, she didn't bother stifling her cry of shock.

It felt like a blink of time but before she knew it, Vegeta had jumped awake, trying to roll away from the piercing sound she had created, only to fall off the bed, dragging her with him since he had still a firm grip on her.

"Onna," Vegeta growled as he tried to figure out what had just happened, "What the hell."

He was lying flat on his back, Bulma on his stomach turned towards him with a shocked look and something in her hand.

"Ummm," Bulma said, holding up what she had grasped, "Your… Tail… its back."