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

AN: A day late but here is our latest update. I appreciate all the reviews left. Even in it's rather incomplete form I like this arc. It has so much going for it. And was a lot of fun to write. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts, comments, or predictions.

Chi Chi stepped out of the car with Yamcha. She wasn't sure why she was called for. But it was nice to get out. These days her life had revolved around mostly cooking and cleaning for her three houseguests. She had to admit though at least Piccolo was tidy.

She smoothed out her traditional purple dress. It was plain by city standards but she really liked it. Perhaps Bulma would take them shopping today. That certainly was plus to being friends with the world's richest family.

She looked over Yamcha carefully. He seemed to be in good spirits. She had to admit the first thing that came to mind was that they had a fight and she would be asked to smooth things over. Yet the entire ride over, he merely smiled and hummed along to the radio.

She walked silently a few paces behind Yamcha as they entered the compound. To her surprise Yamcha was not leading her to the lab section but instead they entered the sprawling living room. There she saw Bulma with a huge bulge in her stomach. It was obvious what was going on.

Her heart nearly exploded with joy. Finally there was some good news out of all this heartache and serious training. Bulma was going to be a Mom! No wonder she had asked for her. Her own experience with Gohan was scary enough since she had no one to rely on to tell her things.

"Hey there, I brought Chi Chi like you asked," Yamcha called out as he walked over to her.

"Thanks for being so patient with me," Bulma said sweetly with a smile.

"Anything for you," Yamcha reminded her and kissed the top of her forehead.

"Yamcha can you give us some time?" Bulma requested, "I'm going to say some very personal things to Chi Chi."

"Of course, girl time right?" Yamcha devised with a shrug.

"Right," Bulma agreed and gave him one more kiss.

To Chi Chi's surprise Yamcha dutifully left the room. Things were going better than she would have ever imagined between the two. Given her own experiences with the hormones she would have expected Bulma to rip his head off. She certainly did it enough on regular occasions without them.

Chi Chi expertly masked her shock. No sense riling things up when they was no drama. She walked over calmly and took a seat on the opposite couch as Bulma. A giant spread of treats and sweets lay before her. It was kind of excessive even for Bulma, but she was pregnant after all. Perhaps rich pregnant ladies always did this.

"How are you Bulma?" Chi Chi asked with a slight smile.

"Well as you can probably guess from the tabloids, I'm expecting," Bulma commented gesturing to her belly.

"We don't get too many in the country where I live," Chi Chi reminded her.

"Really? Maybe I should move out there with you," Bulma joked with a laugh.

"I imagine the reporters would just follow you," Chi Chi pointed out with a chuckle.

"You are probably right Chi," Bulma agreed with a look of disdain.

That was one thing Chi Chi was glad they had privacy. Despite Goku being a famous champion, their lives were relatively peaceful. Although at times she suspected it was also to avoid trouble with the former Red Ribbon army. As heroic as Goku was, in some parts of the world he was practically a war criminal. So living in the middle of nowhere helped cut down on assassin attempts.

"Would you like something to eat?" Bulma offered with a wave of her hand.

"You know it," Chi Chi told her and grabbed the first cream filled treat that caught her eye. "This is great."

"Yea I love this stuff," Bulma mentioned as she dipped a strawberry into a bowl of whipped cream.

The treats alone were worth the trip over here. She didn't care where Bulma got them they were amazing. It wouldn't surprise her in the least if Capsule Corp had its own bakery somewhere. She would have had one and several chefs too, just give herself a break from the bottomless pits she called family.

"So Chi you are the only one I know who carried a powerful ki baby, I wanted to ask you a few things about it," Bulma mentioned as she bit into a strawberry sweet roll.

This was the real reason she brought Chi here. She had to know if there were any obvious signs she was carrying a half Saiyan inside her. The ultrasound seemed negative. However she wanted to be certain and leave nothing to chance. There were so few Saiyans left they hardly had enough data to say they would all be like Gohan.

"Well Bulma, I'm not sure I can help you. I'm not sure how similar saiyan children are to ki enhanced human children, but I'll help you any way I can," Chi Chi offered sincerely.

"Were you moody when you were pregnant?" Bulma queried simply to begin.

"Boy was I ever? The mood swings were much more intense than I anticipated," Chi Chi remembered with a slight hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Really? I think it was just me," Bulma commented with a laugh.

"Oh it wasn't just you. I would snap all the time when I was carrying Gohan," Chi Chi told her, thinking about how often she did.

"I threw a clock at Yamcha and broke it on his head," Bulma confessed with a slight grin on her face.

"You didn't," Chi Chi covered her mouth with a chuckle, "I might have broken a few pans on Goku."

"That doesn't sound too surprising," Bulma pointed out.

Her friend did have a famously violent temper. Not that she was any better mind you. However she definitely felt off as of late. As if something inside her was pushing her to feel things she had never known. However it could also be that Yamcha simply had more ki than most men.

"Sure now, back then times were peaceful remember? We had five years of peace after the last martial arts tournament," Chi Chi reminded Bulma.

"Oh yea I forgot about that in all the craziness our lives have been lately," Bulma commented.

Even though that seemed like an understatement. Her own life was a mix of work, tabloids, babies, and Yamcha. Though being down one spiky Saiyan certainly helped. She could only imagine the stories if the press knew anything about Vegeta.

"Goku was actually around more often back then. So I had fewer reasons to be mad at him," Chi Chi remembered with a sigh.

Times were simpler back then. Goku was just a boy with a tail. Then came the Saiyans and their world changed forever. Her husband wasn't simply traveling the globe; he was now traveling the universe. It had taken him eighteen months to get back from Namek. Until then that was the longest they had ever been apart. Times were tough now.

"You hit him in peacetime, has to be hormones," Bulma commented lightening the mood a little.

"Though I'm not sure if it was the ki or the fact that Gohan was half Saiyan," Chi Chi thought.

"Probably both," Bulma deduced with a faint smile.

"I'm sure you are right Bulma," Chi Chi agreed with her. "Must have been the ki since you are going through the same thing."

Bulma's heart skipped a beat for an instant. Then she relaxed Chi Chi had to be right. It had to be the ki. It was just a normal human reaction to having more energy within her body than usual. That was a relief. Now she could enjoy the rest of her time with her friend.

"I think so, Yamcha's all proud and can't wait to train with the baby," Bulma mentioned with a groan.

"Of course he can't, that's all they ever think of fighting, training, and food," Chi Chi remarked with a hint of disdain toward their meatheads.

"It's not all they think of," Bulma implied with an impish grin.

"Well you are right, but it's still a primal urge all men give into," Chi Chi maintained with a knowing tone.

"True enough," Bulma relented.

"At least yours has a job with a salary," Chi Chi conveyed with a slight hint of jealousy.

"I can't argue with that," Bulma admitted.

It really had to be hard for Chi Chi. Goku was gone for years at a time. Sure Bulma didn't need money, but it helped that Yamcha had something going for him. She thought for a moment what her life would be like if she had pursued Goku when she saw him again as an adult. Before shrugging her shoulders, no way she would have ever put up with half the stuff Chi Chi does. The woman in front of her was a saint through and through.

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Vegeta slowly opened his eyes, enjoying the rather hedonistic pleasures he had experienced at the temple. He couldn't help but grin as he felt Sibella nestled with him in a mix of bare skin, silky hair, velvet fur, and soft sheets. She clung to him in their sleep again tonight as she did every night since the start of their tryst. Despite his normal instinct to push clingy women off of him once he woke, every time he felt the fine, silky fur of her tail something inside him reacted instinctually and soothed him. He felt it now its tip gently swaying in her sleep as it curled around his waist.

He had no idea what real Saiyanesses were supposed to be like, this little vixen was closest he had ever gotten to one. Despite being one of the best lovers he ever had, something was missing. He had no idea what that something was. His whole life his relations with women were similar to this one. Lots of steamy nights and eventually he had to return to Frieza's fleet eventually for his next mission.

Sibella was everything he should have wanted in a woman. She was young, gorgeous, aggressive, a fantastic lover and if that wasn't enough she even had Saiyan genes so her pheromones drove him wild when she was aroused. Compared to the Earth female she was younger, had a better body, and was more like him than Bulma ever was. It confused him that he even still thought of Bulma when he had such a superior woman giving herself to him every night. Yet he could not dispel her completely from his thoughts and dreams.

Vegeta stirred slowly, trying not to disturb Sibella, but failing. A soft feminine growl emanated from behind the amethyst hair that fell over his chest. He chuckled a bit, amused at the little female. As he moved again he felt her tail tighten around him and she moved swiftly sinking her canines into his shoulder and growling once more. She bit down harder than Bulma ever did. Luckily Saiyan flesh healed quickly, all her bites and scratches from the previous night were all healed up.

Sibella's actions aroused strange feelings in him, not the same ones the Bulma evoked. It was more instinctual, like she was a puzzle piece made to fit him. Each bite, each playful swipe of her tail, made him react differently than he normally would. He suspected it was because although there were no longer any pure Saiyanesses left, this partial Saiyaness caused his bestial nature to desire her.

"Perhaps you are more like a Valkyrie than a siren," he told her, stroking her tail.

"And that would be?" she inquired curiously, letting the pressure on her teeth lessen.

"A warrior goddess who takes warriors souls who died in battle to paradise," he answered, a sigh escaping his lips as she raked his back with her nails.

"Die you die last night warrior?" she asked coquettishly, biting down harder on his shoulder.

"I don't know, but it definitely felt like paradise at times," he admitted with a laugh.

"That primitive planet you were on worships women," she whispered mirthfully in his ear.

"What makes you say that?" he implored her, intrigued by her conclusion.

"All cultures revere women," she sated simply, as if it was obvious.

"Do they now?" he whispered in her ear, before nibbling on it with his teeth.

"Of course, because we have something all men want," she declared haughtily, squeezing his waist with her tail making him chuckle.

"I could just take it from you," he retorted, pointing out the flaw in her logic.

"But you would not do that, you prefer to have it freely offered don't you?" she asked with feigned innocence.

"I prefer a little chase and a fight," he suggested, giving her bare bottom a squeeze.

"As do I," she revealed, as she turned her head and bit his bottom lip.

"I suppose it is time to get dressed. Though it seems foolish to put on my best clothes only to take them off in the sacred spring," he pointed out.

"As much fun as it would be to have you attend the ceremony nude, there are proper protocols to consider," she reminded him, grudgingly breaking their embrace with a pout on her face.

"I suppose you are right," he conceded.

As Vegeta got dressed his mind wandered. He now understood why Frieza had focused so much on him not having attachments to women. When he was a teen he thought the tyrant was only spouting nonsense and wanted to control his life. Now with this recent Earth debacle he could see there was a sliver of wisdom behind his obvious manipulations. While it was true Frieza had wanted to mold him into a warrior of his own personal ideals, Vegeta could not deny life had been simpler when he only limited relations with women.

A week or two of physical ecstasy of coupling with a woman was extremely gratifying and always slaked his lust in the past. Now a part of him was left wanting. He was confused as to why. He suspected it had to do with his time with Bulma. Her mother had called it a relationship, which is something he had never before had with a woman. As a prince he knew that other races in the galaxy courted each other. He was familiar with the concept. However as a soldier, he never had any need or opportunity to do so. So he blindly walked into a relationship with the azure siren without realizing it. Vegeta was snapped out of his musing by the sound of his amaranthine Valkyrie.

"Are you ready to go?" his Valkyrie inquired.

Vegeta gazed over her with an appraising eye. He could hardly tell she had been in throes of passion just a few hours earlier. Her robes were artfully draped across her body, clinging to her curve in a deliberately provocative, yet elegant manner. Her deep amethyst locks flowed down her body in wavy curls. Did all Saiynesses look like this? He wondered. Sibella was the first real one he had laid his eyes on. Once more he silently cursed Frieza for taking them from him. He nodded simply and followed behind her as they made their way towards the sacred spring.

Vegeta now found himself in a strange place, though the temple appeared the same as in his dreams, he now saw little differences. The murals, paintings, and statues were slightly different. Though some remained untouched, others clearly showed his goddess in them. It only added to his suspicions that his mind created her after seeing such effigies as his ideal mother figure. Why else would she adorn so many heroic depictions in this place? He silently pondered.

The pair stopped in front of the same ornately carved double doors from his dream. Vegeta's attention however was now drawn to the colossal mural majestically painted opposite the door. It depicted his goddess in a heroic battle. Her hands glowed with a familiar violet light that he suspected was supposed to be ki. She was draped in a white robe and bathed in holy light. A familiar smirk was on her face as if she was enjoying a good fight. The goddess was battling hordes of winged demons he knew that represented the forces of chaos from the legend. Many of the fierce creatures were falling from her attacks. Vegeta then felt a hand on his shoulder, breaking his focus.

"Come warrior," Sibella bid him.

Vegeta turned back in the direction of the doors. Curiously, a few Saiyan symbols now adorned them. Had they always been like that? He mused. Reality seemed similar to his visions, but was also profoundly different. Perhaps the passage of a few decades explained the differences. Or perhaps his own visions were skewed by fantasy and longing for a mother he never had.

As he looked at Celeste approaching, he concluded it was possibly a mix of the two theories. Celeste was real enough and she was from his visions. Behind the head priestess stood two young shrine maidens stood behind him carrying the same ceremonial bowls from his dream. He could not have made up that minute detail.

"Your attendant Sibella here will be your supplicant to the Great Mother," Celeste informed him, motioning to Sibella. "May she grant you her blessing and bestow the answers you seek."

Vegeta nodded curtly as he was handed his bowl. As the two shrine maidens bowed slightly they each took their places on the doors and opened them slowly. Sibella offered them a slight bow in return as she entered the sacred spring and motioned for him to follow. He did so without hesitation. He needed to figure out why these visions called him here.

He looked about the spring and it seemed the same as his vision down to the simply carved wooden bench. He set his bowl down on the bench and began undressing this time he needed no prompting. He heard the water stir behind him. He turned to see Sibella in the water; steam rising around her. She pulled her hair behind her, her ample breasts exposed just above the water line. Her tail swayed gently behind her. She gave him a coy wink, and beckoned him to join her. Perhaps she was a siren after all.

Vegeta closed his eyes as he entered the pool relishing the warm water on his skin. Sacred or not, this spring sure felt good. He opened them once more and waded over to Sibella. He grinned deviously and took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Her hands wandered over his body and her tail sensuously caressed him in by instinct. He pouted slightly as she broke his kiss and put on a finger on his lips. He playfully nibbled on her finger just before she was about to talk, making her giggle.

"Now, now this is a sacred space. We can't just play here if you expect the Great Mother to take you seriously," she chastised him, in a half serious tone.

"Don't tell me you never thought about it," he quipped, wanting to fulfill his desire as he saw her hardening nipples.

"Perhaps you are right. However not with so many others in earshot, it's the anticipation of getting caught that's arousing, not the certainty of it," she chided him.

"I suppose you have a point," he conceded.

"Perhaps if you're still feeling adventurous we could return here later," she offered as conciliation.

"I'll look forward to it," he said, then kissed her one last time before reluctantly releasing her.

Sibella motioned for him to follow her. He knew what came next or he thought he did. She took one of the bowls as he expected and drew Saiyan symbols on him. Curiously, though on his right pectoral she drew the sigil of House Vegeta, in the exact spot it used to be on his armor. How could she have known to do that? He wondered briefly. This place cannot have had that much contact with the universe as a whole.

He shook his head slightly to get back to the task at hand. He sighed as he gazed at her voluptuous bosom, disappointed he could not take her here and now. He took his own red bowl and started drawing symbols on her from memory. He didn't even notice he had finished as his eyes grew heavy and then he was gone.

Vegeta was once again transported to that ethereal realm with the Saiyan goddess. He looked over himself to see him once again in his the royal combat armor of his youth. He flexed his gloved hands with glee as he remembered how fine his gloves had once been. He was in the training center of the Royal Gardens again. He could only assume it was yet another early training session he could not remember.

"My brave little warrior," he heard a celestial voice speak behind him.

He turned around and smiled as he gazed up the goddess once again. She once again wore her elegant Saiyan combat armor and bejeweled headband in her silken raven hair. As she regally walked towards him in her graceful stride, her fine azure cape fluttered in the breeze. Could this goddess truly be real? He wondered again as he gazed at her form. He had a feeling she was real and that these visions were based more on reality than fantasy. Yet looking at her always made him question if she ever truly existed. Surely there could never have been such paragon of beauty such as this. If there was, the gods were truly cruel to have let her come into his life only to strip her from him.

If she was real, then the little clues he managed to glimpse each time he saw her would add up to the answer to the enigma of her identity. She once again blessed with an adoring smile as she picked him up again. Vegeta closed his eyes, he never questioned this part. He simply enjoyed the feeling of bliss that washed over him in her embrace. If goddesses truly ever truly walked among us, she was one of them, he thought. She rubbed her smooth cheek against his own young one, once again anointing him with her scent. Her voice softly filled his ears as she began her melodious lullaby to him.

"Today we have a very special lesson," she whispered in his ear confidentially.

She entwined her lustrous tail with his once again to reassure him again as she took flight. The gesture still brought a sense of rare security to him. Encouraged by his goddess, he boldly kept his eyes open during the flight this time. She merely giggled at him and continued to sing her lullaby softly in his ears.

One of his youthful arms rubbed against her breastplate and he fingered the engraving there. He was stunned, he never thought of that before. The engraving on her breastplate was not shrouded from him. So he cautiously peeked at his fingers, overwhelmed at what he saw. There in magnificent ruby was etched the Royal Symbol of the House of Vegeta! He could not stop the tears that burst forth from his eyes at the sight. Impossible! She cannot be from my House! He thought incredulously.

He could not remember any female members of his house. Whoever she had been, she was directly related to him. As far as I know, father had no brothers or sisters. So it's unlikely she is one of my aunts or my cousins. He reasoned. That only left one possibility and the thought crushed him. Mother… He concluded finally as he gazed once more on her face, no longer shrouded from him. Her exquisitely noble features haunted him; she beamed at him with maternal warmth. What crime could I have possibly committed to have her taken from my memories like this? He wondered. So his life had truly been a farce from the beginning it seemed, not just recently to have her so removed from it that not even a conscious memory remained.

He saw them both heading towards an unfamiliar location. It was quite remote. Nothing in his recent memory stood out as to where it was. As they landed he looked to the sky. There was a meteor shower going on; rocks large and small were crashing to the ground before him. His childlike mind felt fear at the loud sounds of the impact of exploding space rocks. He squeezed his goddess tighter as one landed closer to them than he was comfortable with. She reassured with by giving his tail a tender squeeze with her own.

"Steel yourself, Super Saiyans aren't afraid of a few rocks," she whispered to him gently.

Vegeta nodded to her as she set him down. Heartened by her presence he puffed up his chest, took a few steps in front of her to shield her from danger and stared down the burning meteors fearlessly. He would not shame his House, his ancestors, or most importantly the goddess by his side. He was the Crown Prince of Vegeta.

"I feel so safe knowing my little warrior is my sentinel," she declared to him with pride as she kneeled before him.

"Today I'm going to teach you something very special. It's a technique passed down for generations by my family. It has saved my life on more than one occasion. I learned it from my father and now it's time to pass it on to you. It will be a source of great strength for you in times of peril," she explained to him as she put a hand on his shoulder.

Vegeta nodded at her, as he noted the thoughtful expression on her face. Whatever she had to show him was important. He watched as she leaped in the air before him and levitated in front of him. She gave him a wink before she took off and placed herself in the path of falling meteor.

"Pay attention little warrior," she advised him.

Vegeta's eyes widened as she struck a familiar pose. She engulfed herself in a familiar violet aura, ki erupting from her like a star, hands brought together as she gathered her power in it. He could not tear his eyes away from the sight. It was powerful, beautiful and deadly as arcs of her ki shot out from her, his goddess was everything a Saiyan Queen should be. She released a sound he had never heard, a fierce feminine roar, as she brought her hands in front of her and unleashed her power on the meteor. The blast was truly blinding and he brought a hand to his eyes to shield them as the violet ki blast engulfed several meteors before finally breaking orbit and dissipating in space. She landed softly on the grounded and gave him a playful wink.

"It's called the Galick Gun, give it a try," she directed him with a maternal grin.

Vegeta was astounded. He always thought he learned the Galick Gun from his father. It actually never occurred to him he could have learned it from anyone else. Not only that, her blast was so powerful. It might even have taken him far longer to have developed that kind of skill with the technique, yet she looked younger than he did when he arrived on Earth.

Vegeta nodded confidently to his goddess as he prepared to imitate the skill he just witnessed. His adult self would have easily been able to summon forth the necessary power, but his still developing self was not nearly as confident or powerful. So he closed his eyes in trepidation. He could actually feel the fear of his younger self in the memory. Fear of not being able to replicate the attack. Fear of injuring himself. Most potently of all, fear of disappointing his goddess. So he took a deep breath to embolden himself and stepped forward into the path of a meteor.

Above everything, he would not fail in front of her. So he gathered every ounce of power he could muster and mimicked her movements. With a hearty battle cry, he set loose his ki in a powerful blast that shot forth from his hands streaking across the sky. His blast was not nearly as powerful as the goddess's, but it was still very powerful for someone his age. It exploded as it collided with the targeted meteor, faltering as the rock was simply too big for his blast to engulf. He was horrified as the meteor, though much smaller, continued on its path. He closed his eyes and waited for the impact.

It never came; he only felt a shockwave pass over him as he was knocked to the ground. Vegeta hung his head in shame tears brimming in his eyes. He had let his goddess down. He could not stop the tears from raining down as he thought about how much she must be dissatisfied with him.

His eyes widened as he felt her wrap his tail in hers. He felt himself being lifted in her arms, but he turned his head away from her unable to face her. She cooed soothingly to him to his surprise. He felt her gentle fingers on his chin as she turned his head to face her. She wiped the tears from his face with her hands and gave him a consoling smile as she brought her silky cheek up to his once more blessing him with her favor.

"No more tears, Super Saiyans don't cry," she whispered to him lovingly. Vegeta nodded in response.

"Try again, I believe in you. You are descended from the strongest, most elite bloodlines of the Saiyans. You are destined for great things little warrior," she reminded him as she gave his tail gentle pressure with her own.

Vegeta nodded wiping the tears from his face as she set him down. If she wanted it from him, he would try again and again until he had nothing left. Vegeta valiantly stepped into the path of the next meteor determined to not let her down again. It felt different this time, his violet ki blazed forth from him like a second sun scotching the earth around him. Arcs of power shot out from him as gathered his energy in his hands. He felt a surge of power as he channeled all his might into the blast creating much more powerful ki blast. As he let out a powerful roar, his ki burst out from his hands in a brilliant violet wave easily engulfing the meteor this time.

Vegeta raised his arms in triumph and let out a howl of victory. He heard a giggle behind him as his goddess reached down to take him in her arms once more. This time he proudly let out a big toothy grin to her as he knew he had made her proud. She held him at arm's length and spun him around with glee before pulling into tender embrace as she laughed the whole time. Vegeta joined her in her celebratory laughter elated that that he brought his goddess so much joy.

"I knew you could do it, little warrior. Today was an important lesson and not just the technique. Super Saiyans may stumble, they may fall, but they pick themselves up and try again." She advised him as she rewarded him with a kiss on his forehead.

Vegeta slowly came to. His head was cradled by Sibella. As he felt the warm water around his waist he knew they were still in the sacred spring. This is the answer he came here for? If his mother was the goddess then why did he not remember her? Why did she appear in effigies all over this place? His mind still swarmed with questions despite whatever guidance the goddess favored him with.

"Did the Great Mother give you a revelation?" Sibella inquired.

"I suppose she did, I just don't know what to make of it," he confessed.

"Goddesses are notoriously allergic to straight answers. I'm sure all will make itself clear to you in time," she claimed, which made him chuckle.

"One can only hope," he responded as he got out of the spring.

After he put on his clothes and made his way to the doors he pondered her advice. Perhaps all would make itself known in time. This vision certainly solved some of the mystery. Perhaps with a few more he could make sense of it. He glanced back to check if Sibella was ready before knocking on the door to signal they were ready.

He walked past the two shrine maidens without sparing them a glance before once more placing himself before the mural. With her features revealed to him, he had no doubt this was the goddess in his vision. He still had no idea of her connection to this place. Matter of fact just looking at the mural made him doubt his own sanity whether or not he fabricated her to be his mother or not. This time his train of thought was interrupted by a mature female voice.

"I see you are drawn to the Queen, much as I expected Prince Vegeta," Celeste revealed, gesturing to the goddess in the painting.

"How did you know?" he inquired.

"Come now my lord, I know it's been a few decades, but I'll never forget you or my lady as long as I live," she asserted with reverence.

"She was real then," he uttered, as he looked at her image longingly.

"She was indeed. Before she was your mother and the Queen of All Saiyans, I knew her as Lady Galatea of House Galicia. She was a commander in your elite Royal Warriors. She and her squad discovered this sacred temple on one of your people's first expeditions in the galaxy.

"Rather than purge us, she took the bold step to have us and our temple assimilated into the Saiyan theocracy. Despite the objections of her warriors, she chose to spare us. It might have been purely political as many races consider this temple sacred, but it created a lasting link between our peoples," Celeste informed him.

"Fascinating, how rare for a Saiyan to be so prudent," Vegeta commented.

"How do you think she became queen? She was not only gorgeous; she was a superior commander, and wise. It is no wonder your father picked her as his mate," she claimed.

"Why is her likeness depicted so reverently all over Sacra Via?" he asked, wanting to get to the bottom of that mystery.

"Lady Galatea was considered by many to be the Scion of the Great Mother," she informed him, glimpsing his confused look before continuing. "It was thought that her combination of sheer power, wisdom, and magnificent beauty meant she was the living embodiment of the Mother of All Saiyans. So naturally, after she died, many who adored her gave the temple many of the effigies you saw so she would be forever enshrined here," she revealed somberly.

"How did she die?" He implored her fervently.

"I don't know specifics. Only that she left on one final mission and never returned. I am sorry my lord. That is all I know," she replied respectfully, knowing her fate must weigh on him heavily.

"I see. Thank you for sharing what you do know with me. It has been most helpful," he told her.

"So does this mean you will be leaving us?" she asked him.

Vegeta eyed Sibella as he answered, "Perhaps I'll stay a few more days before departing."

"Of course my lord you are welcome to stay as long as you like," she replied slyly, as she caught him glancing at Sibella.