A/N: Sorry for the delay. However, know that I had writer's block, then became sick, then went to the other side of the Earth, came back, had jetlag, decided to update my other stories, and then finally this. Life is hard, ya know.

To those of you who wrote to me in my long absence asking me to update or if there was anything wrong: Than you xD I feel really appreciated ^^ And to the one who wrote under 'im not telling'; what makes you assume I'll update faster just because you threaten to become a flamer?

Anyway, yes, it is not the longest chapter I've written, but I'd rather keep it short than fill it up with useless crap.

Beta'd by the awesome Mrbrightside098

Enjoy xD

-The Frustrated One-

Monday: A bank robbery

Tuesday: A suicide jumper

Wednesday: The kidnapping of some rich old lady

Thursday: Fire in a kindergarten

Friday: A hostage situation

Saturday: A gang fight

Sunday: Nothing… yet!

Videl glared at the list she had made of all the situations in which she had been assisting the police the last week. It wasn't that the crime rate had increased - it was still the same as usual - but every goddamned time she had been called out to help the police, that freaking Saiyan woman had dropped down from nowhere and taken care of everything without even trying!

The first two times it had been nice to receive some unexpected help, especially with the suicide jumper. It had been pretty neat to have the Saiyan fly in and grab the poor foul when he had decided his life wasn't worth living anymore and had jumped. However, aside from that, Videl was seriously beginning to get very annoyed at the alien woman. Fighting crime in Satan City was her job! She was the daughter of the man the City had been named after, so it was only right that she was the one who defended it.

She crumbled the paper into a paper ball, determination written all cross her face. Starting today she was going to do something about it. She'd be damned of some freaky alien stole her job.

"What are you doing?" Erasa asked curiously and looked op from the biology report they were both working on in the blonde's kitchen.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something," Videl replied as she threw the paper ball into the trash can.

"About what?" Erasa's interest was awoken.

"Nothing."

"Of course it's something. I know you don't want to talk about it, but as your best friend it is my obligation to ask you what the hell is wrong."

Silence filled the room as the crime fighter stared at her best friend who in turn was staring back, an expectant look in her eyes.

Eventually the black-haired girl sighed. "It's the Saiyan woman," she said, forfeiting a battle she knew she would eventually loose anyway. She knew her childhood friend well enough to know keeping secrets was futile.

"HA!" Erasa said, slamming a hand down in the table triumphantly, "I knew it!"

Videl arched an eyebrow, not really believing her friend. "You knew I was thinking about the Saiyan woman?"

"Either that or it was about a boy, but since you don't really have boy troubles like I do, I assumed it was about the Saiyan."

"…You saw what I was writing, didn't you?"

"Yeah…"

The familiar sound of Videl's wristwatch beeped and she quickly pressed a button. As promised Gohan had given it back to her as good as new the day after he had damaged it.

"Videl here."

"Two criminals spotted in Landsell Town! They are on route 81 and heading towards the mountains."

"I'm on it," she said before she turned to Erasa. "Sorry," she apologized.

"Yes yes, just go. But I expect you to be back to finish the report. I'm certainly not going to do this alone."

"Of course! I'll be right back!" she yelled and ran off.

He stared intently at the computer screen in front of him, the bright light from the screen serving as the only light in his small, dark office. He was sure now. When he had first incidentally walked past a few outdated scouters, he hadn't been able to hear what they were saying. The signal was so faint, so distant it had taken him incredible amounts of hard work. Then, a few days ago, he had been able to hear them clearly, but what he heard had shocked him beyond his imagination.

At first he had doubted it; they had been completely and utterly eradicated by the late Lord Frieza many, many years ago. Only a few of them had survived, and they had only been male to make sure they couldn't reproduce. However, some of the voices he had heard definitely belonged to women! And there were certainly more than the three that had been off planet when their home had been destroyed.

But there was no doubt anymore that at least a few Saiyans were alive, now the question was: How?

Of course he knew that that was not something which would be answered by him, especially not since he was a mere technician. No, it was not his job. His job was to report his findings to his lady who was waiting impatiently for answers ever since he had first notified her of the strange signals. She had been extremely interested and ordered him to research thoroughly and then come back to her with the results. She would reward him if he succeeded. At least that was what she had promised.

He sighed deeply. This was it, he had found out everything milady had asked of him, now he could only hope she would be satisfied with his work. He leaned back in his chair, thinking, his green fingers drumming on the desk. Should he call her or go to her in person? She probably preferred it if he came to her, but he needed the computer in his presentation. He bit his lip as he leaned forward again, searching his desk for a flash drive. He would borrow a computer at the headquarters.

When Videl arrived at route 81 road, the criminals had already been stopped by the Saiyan woman. Their car was turned upside-down and their guns were destroyed. The criminals were sitting on the ground, their hands behind their heads while the Saiyan was watching them intently. However, when Videl landed, the alien directed her attention to the girl.

"I hope you brought some handcuffs," she said as Videl made her way towards them, "I was in the middle of lunch when these guys disturbed me and I would like to get back."

Videl arched an annoyed eyebrow and came to a halt before the criminals. "Then don't stop them. It is not your job anyway," she said, her tone hard as she crouched down to handcuff them, "it is my job to protect the city."

The woman blinked. Then she chuckled shortly.

"What?" the girl asked annoyed and stood up straight again to glare at her "colleague".

"You are wrong." The Saiyan crossed her arms. She didn't appear to be affected by Videl's glare at all. "It is not your job to protect the city, it is mine. I have been told by the general that you protect the city for free while I actually get paid for doing it."

"So that is all it is to you?" Videl asked in disbelief, hands on her hips "a simple job?"

The Saiyan shook her head. "I doubt that you would understand my reasons, so I do not feel obligated to tell you. I have my orders, and if the prince or the general says I am to protect this city I will do so. Now Miss Videl, you will have to excuse me, I need to finish my lunch before the others have devoured everything."

With those words she flew off, once again leaving behind a frustrated Videl and some beat up criminals. Faint sirens could be heard in the distance, but the city's now number two defender was not in the mood to meet the police at all. They would congratulate her and thank her like they always did, but she could only say that she hadn't done anything.

She left before they arrived.

"Milady is ready to see you," the guard in front of the "throne room" announced.

The technician straightened up and nodded a thank you to the guard who stared at him impassively. He inhaled deeply and stepped through to mechanical metal door he had helped install himself a few years ago.

It wasn't really a throne room, as there was no throne and she was no queen. Still, the workers and fighters had named it like that because it was the room milady spent most of her time in. Here, she would manage her empire, give out orders, consult with her very few advisers, punish subjects, etc. He clutched the flash-drive in his hand nervously; he just hoped he wouldn't be one of the latter.

She was sitting in a floating chair with her back towards him, a glass of the finest red wine in her white hand.

"I see you've finally ended your research, Zeran," she said.

"Yes," he almost squeaked, surprised that she knew his name, "I have been working nonstop since you asked me to do it, milady." He prided himself of gaining control of his voice again.

Her chair turned around and he could see the ghost of a smile dancing across her purple lips. "And what have you found out for me?" she asked sweetly.

He took a deep breath; this was it. He stepped closer to her and showed her the flash-drive in his hand. "I have all the data on this, would it be possible for me to borrow a computer here to show you my results?"

She didn't reply in words but instead floated over to the computer in the wall. He looked at her questioningly, silently asking for permission if he was allowed to proceed. She nodded in response and he quickly inserted the flash-drive.

"It turns out someone is using the old scouters for communication," he said as he quickly typed away on the keyboard, "I managed to get the signal much clearer so I could actually hear what they were saying, but I must admit that what I heard really shocked me."

He glanced up at his lady to see her reaction as he pressed play, letting the sounds of unknown voices fill the room. At first her face was of neutrality, however, when she heard a voice she recognized far too well, her eyes widened in disbelief.

"That's Vegeta's voice!" she exclaimed shocked, staring intently at the screen although there were no pictures.

Zeran nodded. "Yes, and from the sound of it, he's not alone. I am not sure who the other voices belong too, but I think they are Saiyan."

"But that's impossible!" she screeched, "My late husband destroyed their planet himself! Only Vegeta and those two brutes that were with him survived, and they all died later on. Frieza told me he had killed that obnoxious prince himself!"

"I couldn't believe it either," he said, "but could it be those Dragon Balls Lord Frieza spoke of before he left for Namek?"

She looked at him. "Yes," she whizzed, "it has to be those! But planet Namek was destroyed."

He nodded. "Yes, however, there were also dragon balls on Earth, which is also where the signal is coming from."

"So you are saying that someone brought the Saiyans back to life? On the very planet where my husband and father in law were killed?"

"Yes." He was getting rather anxious now as her voice rose and her pitch became much higher, "that is my guess but I cannot be sure. There could be another reason…"

"Of course you are right," she said, her voice leveled again as she calmed down, "we cannot be sure unless we investigate it further. I will send out a spy from one of the planets that are closer to Earth." Her face lit up in a polite smile that made him relax. "You have done well, my dear Zeran. I shall see to it that you get promoted. Continue your work and report back to me if you find anything worth my attention."

He bowed deeply. "Yes, Lady Frost."

A/N: Hopefully the next chapter will be out way sooner than this one.

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