Vegeta looked around as he exited his pod, Kakarot was nowhere in sight and the scouter in his pod was broken. He guessed that Kakarot was in the same position as himself. He cursed, it would take forever to find his cohort.

The area around him was like nothing he had ever seen. He had been in cities before, but the place was vacant. Usually there would be a crowd of people who would show up and see what had landed, but there was no one. Mammoth buildings looked as if they would collapse at any second.

He decided that he need to move on, this place was making him uncomfortable. It wouldn't have bothered him if he was the one causing the destruction, but it was unnerving seeing the work of someone else.

He came across a turn in the road, if you could call it a road, there was too much debris to tell. He wondered who the last person to travel it was and who caused this.

He spun fast on his heel as a tower of debris fall. Quickly he prepared himself for attack. To his surprise two people appeared before him. The first had long black hair, with a strange scar on his face. He tried to look tough but he could smell the fear on him. His companion on the other hand looked completely different. She didn't look very happy, her blue eyes looked like icy daggers, ready to pierce through the boy's hide. Her hair was shoulder length, but instead of the normal black, it was an exotic shade that matched her eyes.

"Yamcha! What were you thinking? We were supposed to stay quiet! Now we will be discovered for sure!" She yelled at the boy. She seemed to be fierce without being strong, if the boy's cowering was any indication.

"And you yelling is helping how?" The boy asked, only to get smacked across the face.

"I only started yelling because you knocked over this shit!" She countered back.

He tried and failed to hide a chuckle at their actions, this female was intriguing. Her power level must have amounted to nothing, but the boy, while a coward, had more muscle mass than her. She could easily hold her own. Bizarre, but not unheard of. She must have other secrets looming about. Secrets he wanted answers to.

But before he could approach them a pile of debris seemed to explode. He moved out of the way, dodging flying scraps of wood and metal. As he got out of sight, he heard her scream.

Before he could even think, he was in front of her, grabbing her against him, and shooting a blast out of his hand, causing the scraps to melt into nothingness.

The girl in his arms looked up at him slowly, analyzing his face, much like he was earlier. Without thinking, he took in her face. From a distance, he had only gathered a couple of things, but now that he was closer he could see the emotions her eyes held. Her skin was paler than most, but now her cheeks held a twinge of red. He couldn't help but focus on it. She must have been embarrassed, having been saved by him when she was calling out orders.

He gave her a small smirk then backed away, pulling himself away from her body. Surprisingly, he felt a slight chill.

Her eyes left him, panic showing in them. They darted around looking for something. It wasn't until she yelled out that he knew what she was looking for.

"Yamcha!" The boy she was with. He cringed to himself, then chided himself. There was no reason for him to have any ill will towards him, but he could not shake off his annoyance at her persistent searching for him.

Seconds of her searching became minutes and every passing second he found himself growing more irritated. He was about to walk off when he looked down. Under a pile of rubbish, the young boy was laying. He remained motionless. Part of him felt a rush of glee at this, for what reason he had no idea.

He pushed his feelings aside. He needed to show her. As he came up beside her again, she gave him an uneasy look. She was remaining wary of him, even after he had saved her life. He would be offended, but she did have reason to worry, he was a Saiyan after all.

"That boy, Yamcha as you call him is dead." He said flatly. Death was a norm for his kind, but apparently it wasn't for hers as she burst into tears, falling to her knees in the process.

"That…that can't be….We were supposed to…He was going to marry me…" She said, as tears and he could hear her nose stopping up.

His eyebrow raised. "Marry?" What a strange term.

She gave him an angry glare. "You know…Husband and Wife…Soulmates...Your life partner…"

"You mean that boy was going to be your mate?" He said it far angrier than he thought he would.

Her glare grew at his term. "Mate?! That's what animals do!"

Now he was glaring at her. "No that is what Saiyans do!"

"Saiyans?" She looked very confused, just how far was he from home.

He chuckled to himself. "The greatest warriors in the universe. My people." At least one of the planets out here would know of his kind at last.

He watched as it dawned on her that he wasn't of this world. "So you're an alien?"

"No, I'm a Saiyan, this alien you speak of is of no concern." He said a little irritated.

Out of nowhere she laughed. It was a rather nice sound, it pleased him more than he would ever admit. "You're weird."

He rolled his eyes. "So what do you want me to do with your mate?" He said pointing back to where the boy laid.

Her eyes filled with sadness again and he cursed himself. "We never married so he never became my mate as you put it." She looked back up at him. "Can you help me bury him?"

He raised an eyebrow, what a weird way of disposing with the dead. "You want to put him in the ground?"

She seemed to notice his confusion. "We, humans usually bury our dead. It symbolizes the person being at rest."

He nodded. "We Saiyans, burn our dead."

"Why?"

He looked up at the sky, watching as the white clouds moved over the atmosphere. "We are warriors, it is believed that if one's body is burned that they can become one with the stars and fight for all eternity amongst the chaos of space. Any other form of service is see as an insult."

He could feel her eyes on him. "But what about in time of war? Wouldn't the enemy see the smoke?"

"Yes, but what a great honor it is. The enemy that had ended your comrade's life is now coming to you. If fate shines on you, you may be able to end your enemy right then and there. That person didn't die in vain, without their sacrifice the battle would have been lost." He finally took his eye off of the sky and looked back at the girl.

She looked like she was fascinated rather than sickened. "So even in death they can help you."

He nodded. "This burial thing you were speaking of, do you still want to do that?"

She looked sad again. "I'm sorry but we need to bury him. Red Ribbon is far too powerful. I won't be able to fight them off if they come and…"

"Who said anything about you fighting them off? I can do that." He cursed himself as soon as the words left his mouth. He needed to find Kakarot and a decent mechanic. His own world was in peril, he had no time to worry about this one.

But even as he thought this, he could see her eyes brighten and it pushed those thoughts aside. "You can fight Red Ribbon?"

"I don't know what this Red Ribbon is, but if you can find me a mechanic then I can get rid of them for you." As much of a distraction she was becoming, he had to get off of this planet somehow.

"If you need a mechanic, look no farther. I'm a genius." She bragged.

He smirked, so she would be of some use to him. He dug into his pocket. "Can you fix this then? I have to find my subordinate. Kakarot is somewhere on the surface, but this shorted out before I landed."

"Subordinate? Kakarot?" She questioned.

"Yes, subordinate. Kakarot is younger than me, but he is growing in strength."

"Sounds like he's your friend." She smiled.

His eye scrunched together. "I have no time for such a concept." Friendship was a weakness. Tarble and Raditz may have admitted to such a relationship, but he was a true warrior. Attachments were frowned upon and the last thing he needed was to grow attached to his body guard. Tarble was different, he was family. Kakarot was useful do to how in strength increased.

"Everyone needs a friend, even when we don't want one." She said, trying to get him to admit that the third class was his friend.

"Friendship is for the weak. I have no time weakness." He was saying it more to himself than to her, but she still frowned.

She took the scouter from him and looked it over. "I need to get back home. My father has hidden his lab underground for the time being. We can go there."

He nodded scooping up the boy called Yamcha and followed her, but he kept his distance. He couldn't let himself get wrapped up in her problems. He had to get back to Tarble and Planet Vegeta. Once this Red Ribbon was taken care of, he would have to start training as well. He would need to ascend, everything hinged on it.

"My name is Bulma, what is yours?" She said giving him a smile.

"Vegeta. Prince Vegeta." He almost forgot to say his title. What good would it do for him not to spread his name here?

She stopped and stared back at him. "You're a Prince?!"

He smirked at her expression. She looked like she couldn't believe it. "Yes, I am the Prince of all Saiyans and someday the galaxy."

"But I thought all Princes were charming, not power hungry." She said confused.

He let out a huff. "What good is being charming? Ruling over the galaxy is my destiny and I will not let anyone stand in my way."

"Then how are you going to do that? You can't just take over everything with brute strength." She countered.

He smirked. "I know that, I am also rather skilled at dealing with trade agreements and such. Planet Vegeta is a self-sufficient planet so we don't need to rely on others as much as they need to rely on us."

"How can a race of fighters be self-sufficient? Surely you need people that can create or farm." She did say she was smart, if she could fix his scouter and provide him a ship, he would see that when her planet came under his rule that she would have a proper job. He thought that giving her a job would calm his mind, but it didn't.

"We have smart Saiyans, my younger brother is one of them. Also those too old to fight work in our fields. We were once at the mercy of others, I saw a way to eradicate that problem." He watched her reaction and she seemed to be showing many different emotions at once.

"Then why are you all the way out here?" She asked, wary. "Did you come to take over Earth? If you did, I won't help you!"

He sighed. "Calm yourself, I only wished to find a place far enough to train." There was no reason to tell her everything. This would be enough.

She eyed him suspiciously. "But why do you need to train out here? Couldn't you do that somewhere closer to home?"

"My reasons are my own." He said as they reached their destination. He threw down the boy's body and crossed his arms. "So when will you start on the scouter? After that I will need a ship as mine was destroyed. And then…"

"Excuse me, I know you're a Prince but you could say please! You're talking about huge projects and in case you didn't notice, we are at war here. All metal is rationed out for weaponry. I can't just make you a space ship when we need to defend ourselves!" She said in irritation.

He growled. "Look girl, I don't have time for your problems. I said I would get rid of this Red Ribbon. So you need to work on my ship!"

"My name is Bulma, not girl! And until you fulfil your promise, I'm not going to start on anything!" She screeched back at him.

"I'll call you whatever I want to call you, girl. And I don't think you have any ground to stand on. You will make me the items I request of you!" He was barely holding back a roar, his tail was flicking back and forth.

But this girl didn't even flinch at his words, instead she let out a giggle and smirked at him. "You may not like it Prince, but without me you can't get off this rock. You need me and if you blast me you're stuck. You need me more than I need you." She said, turning her back and pressing in a code of some sort.

He couldn't help the small smile that came to his face. This was something entirely new. Females usually bowed to his every whim, but this one offered a challenge.

She disappeared down a small shafted and called out. "Are you coming, Your Highness?" Her voice was full of sarcasm and she was definitely mocking him, but he couldn't help but be impressed.

As he made his way over to the shaft a smirk crept onto his face, he would get her to bow to him.

To Be Continued…

Authors Note.

Yes, I know this took forever to get done. I had a crazy holiday and didn't have much time for writing. Now we're back on the normal schedule.

So we have Yamcha already dead out of the gate. I'm not a huge fan of love triangles and with how many are thrown at us in literature I decide to get him out of the story ASAP. Also I'm not trying to bash Yamcha, he's just not my favorite character and with how many characters there are going to be in this story, I thought that we needed to cut some out and focus on the main story. Remember we have two wars going on here and having a useless love triangle where everyone would know the outcome would be pointless.

Bulma is the same age as Vegeta in this at 12. If you can't tell, my number one ship is Bulma/Vegeta.

Anyway, next couple of chapters we will be going back and forth between Goku..opps..I mean Kakarot and Vegeta's groups.