A knock on the door makes me jump and get off Turles's lap. "Co- Come in." Broly walks in, holding a crying Kane in his arms.

"He's hungry. Can't you feed him by a bottle yet?" I chuckle.

"You can if you want to try. He doesn't prefer it, but if he's hungry enough he'll drink it." Broly sighs and leaves the bathroom, shutting the door. I get up, and step out of the tub.

"Oh come on Kakkarot, you're not leaving because he walked in are you?" I look at him.

"So what if I am? I'm not comfortable doing this Turles. Why don't you understand that? I just got done giving birth to a child I don't even WANT, and then running from the man who got my pregnant, and then you expect me to just accept you as a mate for life!" Turles stares at me. He gets out of the tub, and kisses me.

"Calm down Kaka. I understand you're stressed, but do you really mean it? I mean not wanting Kane." I sigh.

"No. I didn't want him at first but I guess I do now. But Turles, I need you to stop forcing yourself onto me. At least for twenty four hours, and then I'll let you do whatever it is you want to do with me, but I need space." I dry myself off and leave the bathroom, still wrapping the towel around my hips.

"Why do you let him do it?"

"Do what?"

"Anything to you." Broly hands me a plate with some food on it. "this is for you... Anyway, why do you let him touch you, and talk to you?" I shrug.

"I guess I feel bad for him... You know what I mean right? He's been rejected so much because he's a slave, and not a higher class. And even if he got someone he liked, remember the one before me?" Broly nods his head.

Before Turles began to like me, he had a slave owner who had a daughter around his age. He started to like her, and one night he got caught fooling around with her. He was almost beaten to death over it. It wasn't one of his proudest moments in his life, but he never loved another saiyan again until I came along.

"Broly, I understand you're worried about me, but you need to learn that I can make my own decisions over things now." I hug him with my free arm. "I'm not the little kid you used to help clean floors with. I'm almost thirty now anyway..." Broly nods.

"I know. So am I." He pats my head. "You've always been the little one."

"Which is funny, because even though we share the same birthday, I'm almost an hour ahead of you."

"We have different parents. What do you expect?" I set the plate of food he handed me on a table.

"I always wondered that..."

"Wondered what?"

"What would happen if we had the same parents. I don't think we'd both be slaves, because the oldest ones aren't sent into slavery." Broly sighs.

"Don't forget about your real brother Kakkarot. We'd be less than an hour apart, so they might have still sent us both into slavery." I sit down and begin eating.

"Yeah but still, Would they send twins into slavery together?"

"They've done it before. Or at least thought they have before. You and Turles don't exactly look like strangers. Not anymore at least." I laugh.

"True. But-" Kane chucks an empty bottle at Broly's head, and laughs. Broly flares up for a moment before he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

"Relax... Relax. He's a baby. He's a kid. He knows nothing yet." Broly walks away from me, repeating the same thing he just said over and over again. It's like his safety thing. After being born with the power lever he had, and being sentenced to death over it, he just needs to sometimes repeat to himself why there's no reason to flare up. It does help sometimes, while other times he has to crush something, or break something before he can try and relax.

"Kane no, that was bad." I continue eating. "You're going to have to learn manners soon. By the time I was your age I was able to walk and clean floors. Maybe not very good, but still." Turles grabs me from behind.

"Hey listen, I think we need to land somewhere soon because I keep hearing this distant beeping." I sit in silence and Turles covers Kane's mouth and holds his hands so he doesn't make a noise. I also hear a faint beeping like he did, and quickly get up and run to where it was coming from.

"What the hell?" There's a room, with a red flashing light, telling us warning. "Oh shit." I go to where the controls are and look out the windshield. Nothing in front of us. I press a button that shows us what's behind us, and there's a saiyan space pod heading towards us.

"What's going on?" Broly walks in and looks at the screen. "Who's that?" I look at him funny.

"If I knew, I'd have told you the second you walked in." I press a few buttons on the screen to get a closer look, and when I can see inside the pod I can see it's just another saiyan. "It's just a saiyan... Probably coming back from a mission."

"Where's the crew?"

"Not far behind most likely. We'll have to be careful. If they're new to this and following us to Planet Vegeta then we can't just go off course." I press a button to zoom out and there's no crew behind or around them.

"Maybe they went alone." I shrug.

"Possibly." Turles runs in, and looks around.

"What happened?" Broly and I look at him weird.

"What do you mean what happene-" Before Broly can finish his sentence a loud beeping goes off. The screen starts flashing the word DAMAGE across it. I hear Kane crying from the other room.

"Broly, can you go get Kane since Mr. babysitter over here forgot him? Turles, help me with this." Broly nods and runs out the room. Turles walks over to me, and puts his hands on my hips.

"What do you need help with?" I turn around and kick him hard in the crotch. I kicked him so hard, I thought he was going to cough up his testicals.

"Don't touch me! Okay?! That will help!" I turn around and begin touching pads and pushing buttons to figure out where the damage is. Apparently the saiyan in the pod rammed into us a few times. I go to the camera and he's out of his space pod shooting the ship.

"Shit." I click something and a camera and microphone pop out of the control panel in from of me. "Listen, whoever you are, stop that. We're running low on fuel already we don't need damages either." No reply came for a moment before a voice came over the loudspeaker.

"I was sent to get the runaway slaves. Prince Vegeta contacted me and told me to look out for his ship. I passed you before, and now I'm going to have to take you back." A laugh arose from my throat.

"Runaway!? I was SENT away! And the two with me went with Vegeta to get me back. We're heading back now." I close my eyes for a second. "So there's no need. You can follow us until we get there, but really just sit still. There's no need for you to follow us." I press the button to make the microphone and camera go away.

"So we're heading back to Planet Vegeta?"

I nod. "Afraid so..."