Author notes: I'm back again with a new chapter, sorry for the long wait! Before I continue, I want to pay my regards to Hiromu Tsuru, she was the Japanese voice actor of Bulma who passed away a couple of weeks ago. Rest in peace Hiromu. I'll make sure to dedicate a special chapter for Bulma. However, the special chapter will not tie into the main canon of this story, just not to confuse you guys. Hopefully it should be available at the end of December, so consider this as a present to you guys and in respect for Hiromu.

Now, let's continue with the newest chapter of Dimensions Apart.

South Galaxy - Nameless Planet

The caverns; dark and silent. Only a flicker of the golden light peered into the cracks of the black cavern. Rest. This was crucial right now, besides the fact that they had to stay hidden from Cooler's forces.

Saishi slid open one eye, whilst the other one was bound to darkness. How long will it be until her other eye healed? Well actually, how long was it going to take her whole body to heal? She was just a mangled heap of flesh and shattered bones at this point. She yawned, wincing as her bones creaked under the pain. Saishi shuffled to her right, then to her left- she groaned.

This just isn't working for me. Saishi thought, slowly lifting her body up to a seating position. Trying to get comfortable was a mission in itself.

Something tightened around her waist. Saishi froze. Her violet eye trailed down, then her body stiffened even more.

Broly's Saiyan tail. It was wrapped around her waist. Her eyes followed behind her, leading to the sleeping giant's bandaged, muscular back facing her. Although, it was difficult to see if Broly was awake or not. He laid on his front, his face concealed by his toned arms.

Saishi's face burned red. Her fingers curled to her lips. His tail remained firm around her waist, as though she wasn't able to escape. Saishi sighed. Wait… Broly wasn't the type to sleep.

"Let the monster sleep…" Karu whispered within the deeps of Saishi's mind. Her crimson eyes observed Saishi's tensed actions. "Or he will tear you apart…" Her fangs drew close to Saishi's soul, her soft growl brushing past her back.

Saishi peered over to Broly's back, carefully trying to not tug at his tail.

From the little detail Saishi could see from his arms, Broly's eyes were shut- not squinted. And his brows were not furrowed, just slightly dipped, as though he was at ease with himself. His breaths were deep, but not wavering.

He looks so calm. Saishi thought, relaxing her body. His sense of peace tempted Saishi to stray closer, like a moth to a flame. To think someone who sees himself as a monster and destroys… I would never thought he would be-

"Calm?" Karu replied, sneering. "It's normal for any of you Mortals. Sleep is for the weak- pah! Look at this devil rotting his life away." Her fangs spilled open from her scaly jaws. "I would have slitted his throat by now." Her scorching breaths spewed past Saishi, burning her within her mind. "Think about taking that Saiyan's DNA apart of yourself. You could be on equal footing with Mira-"

A wince tugged at Broly's throat. Saishi crept back, trying to remain as quiet as she can.

No. Saishi thought, keeping her breaths slow and controlled. I've had enough of my blood mixed as it is, if I take another sample, I'll die.

Broly's tail tightened around her waist, before dragging Saishi back closer to him. Saishi covered her mouth, refusing to let a little sound leave her lungs.

Saishi glanced over to his tail. Her back leaned against his back, as though his back offered support to her shattered body. Not that Broly's body wasn't in any better condition. His back still had scars carved deep into his flesh, not to mention that his ki left him completely drained.

Sure a Saiyan's tail is their weak point but his tail crushed her waist. Her eyes glanced back over to the slumbering Saiyan.

Saishi froze yet again.

Broly's coal, empty eyes met her gaze. His grip relaxed on Saishi, but his eyes closed again. Just when Saishi could let out a sigh of relief, a deep yawn left the Saiyan's lungs.

"... Sleep." Broly said, his half open black eyes looked over to the stone walls ahead. "Use my back if you can't sleep on the floor."

Saishi blinked, waiting for another reaction. But the Saiyan remained still.

"You sure?" Saishi asked, slowly laying her back against his. "I don't want to hurt you more than I should."

A small grunt left Broly's throat. Saishi got up, trying to ease his pain.

Broly's pupils shrivelled away. No… that pain, it was still there. It squirmed deep in the tissues of his abdomen. This wasn't good at all.

"This pain is nothing." Broly replied, gritting his teeth. He buried his head into his arms, trying to ignore the pain sprawling across his entire body. His ki, ruptured. His body, broken past his limit. He just had to survive. Death just wasn't an option right now. He just couldn't let his ki slip again, otherwise it will surely rip him apart.

Saishi closed her eyes, focusing her sensory skills on the land around them.

Nothing… well, they were asleep so their ki couldn't have given them away. Their ki would have been at the lowest point since the body is relaxed.

A heat brushed against her back, rapidly escalating into a heat matching a molten, iron rod.

"Grck!" Broly gasped. He curled into himself, his eyes cracked open wide with red veins. This pain, this burden, why did it have to be him of all people? A Legendary gift? A power anyone dreamed of attaining?

No, it wasn't this "great" gift that those bastards make it out to be. How could anyone be so ignorant about such a power? It was literally tearing him apart. Of course, they'll never understand the burden. All that it was to them; the Saiyans, was the unimaginable power blessed to the user.

Another roar of pain left his throat, his hands clawing the stone grounds, clawing his neck. His tail loosened. Saishi frantically leapt away from him. Her eyes trembled upon looking back.

Blood… Saishi thought, looking at the crimson patches seeping across the bandage of his back.

"Broly." Saishi said, trying to get through his howls of pain. "Just hang on."

I hate doing this. Saishi thought, looking within her mind. Karu, Saishi called within herself. I only ask if you can heal me so that I can help him. I've had enough of this pain.

"… You'll never change will you?" Karu replied, circling her claws against the abyss of Saishi's mind. "Very well, take it. Just pray that Towa doesn't catch on."

The warmth came down to her mangled flesh, breathing life into them. Her bones clicked together. Saishi ripped off the bandage masking her other eye, freeing her sight from the darkness.

Instant regeneration, a gift blessed by the Namekians. But, this technique could only be used ever so rarely. It used a vast amount of her ki reserves; but if Karu was willing to cooperate, then this held no problem. However, there was a price to pay when one's soul is bound to a Demon.

I don't know what it is that's triggering Broly so much pain but I'm going to have to help him if I have any shot at beating Salza. Saishi thought, crouching down next to Broly, whom laid in the stone ground.

Grunting. Broly's hand gripped his neck, choking his pain- silencing his weakness to any enemy that would attack him in that vulnerable state. Being vulnerable was not an option!

"Broly." Saishi said, stroking her hand over the nape of his neck. "Breath," her hand brushed over to his back, "and keep breathing." She hummed, pulling away the bloody bandages from his gaping wounds. Sweat trickled down her brow, and down her face. She repeated those words again and again, like a repeated movement of a spider weaving it's fine web of silk.

Now came the difficult part.

Saishi coated her hands in a gentle, amber flame. "I have no intention of harming you Broly." Saishi said, pressing her hands over his raw, tensed back.

A violent roar rattled thought out Broly's body. He shook his head, blinded by pain- pain from this birth-right killing him ever so slowly. His fingers dug into the tough grounds, crushing and cracking like bones.

At any rate, Broly could use his Super Saiyan ability and kill Saishi right here.

"Broly!" Saishi yelled, trying to keep her hands on the behemoth. "I'm trying to help you!" He must be blinded by pain. Saishi thought, keeping her hand firm on the fatigued muscles of his back.

A gold aura consumed Broly. That meant one thing…

His hair spiked up, flashing gold. His eyes snapped a steely teal.

Saishi winced, her skin burning from his wild, bloodthirsty aura. A sharp stab of pain zipped past the right side of her chin. A drop of blood trickled down her skin. Saishi gritted her teeth in agitation.

"Damn it! I'm just asking you to listen to me Broly!" Saishi yelled up at the cavern roof. "I'm not letting you bleed out to death." Saishi dug her clawed hands into his back. "Control your damn ki! Breath! Stop being so weak!"

Weak.

His roars vanished into the wind. Broly closed his teal eyes, his hair fading away to black. He bowed his head low to the grounds.

A disgrace… trash… an outcast…

A monster…

Those words, they remained deep within his subconscious. But nothing else could cause him more pain than these three things; a glint of silver, crying and the sound of Kakarot's name.

Saishi knelt down besides him, her wavy strands of hair concealed her violet eyes. Why did she go on and say that? Weak?

"I'm sorry Broly," Saishi apologised, stroking his bare back with her human hands. "I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's alright." Broly replied, covering his face with his arms, as his head laid against the stone, cold floors. "I would have lost my sanity." He took a ragged breath, keeping his ki in check. "Just worry for yourself. It's bound to happen some way or another. When that day comes, you won't have to worry about me." He smirked over to Saishi.

Saishi's brows dipped up, as though they were disturbed. She knew what he was referring to.

"No, Broly." Saishi shook her head. "I can't-"

"You'll just have to kill me and move on." Broly continued, breaking his gaze with Saishi. "My sense of reasoning is getting weaker. Eventually, my reasoning will just be reduced to an animal."

"How could you say stuff about yourself like that?" Saishi her voice quivered. Her hands halted at the nape of his neck.

"Why do you care so much?"

Saishi drew her hand close to her chest. Her face burned red from shame and irritation.

"Remember when I told you to mind your own business?" Broly said, lifting his head up to meet her weakening gaze. "You should have listened." His eyes narrowed at his prey. "Planets fall like flies when you disturb the monster in my blood." His voice fell into a low growl. "There's no going back on your word."

A cold shiver rushed down Saishi's spine. Samoe was right. Saishi covered her mouth, sealing her cries of angst. First it was with Towa, for power. And now she made another mistake with a monster much worse than Mira. Broly; the embodiment of rage and destruction.

She took a short breath, her eyes brimmed with determination.

"... Well, I don't plan on going back." Saishi relaxed her hands. "I have some things to do and I won't let myself get killed before that happens."

"Good. I'm not I'm favour of holding back when that day arrives." Broly smirked. "Although…" His voice fell below hearing. He drew his arms close to his face as he laid on the grounds.

Saishi waited. But the Saiyan did not repeat his words. "Broly…" Saishi arched a brow at him. The Saiyan didn't reply. "Teacher?"

"Go sleep." Broly mumbled.

"But you hate sleeping." Saishi knelt next to him, observing his concealed face.

"Only thirty minutes." Broly mumbled. "If you disturb me during that time, I'll break your body." He snapped his eyes at Saishi, annoyed at her constant squabbling. "You should be grateful you can sleep whenever."

"So everytime you get into a critical situation, or beaten, you sleep?" Saishi clarified, raising a finger to his nose. "I'm still trying to figure out how you're still able to move in all that pain you're in." She tilted her head to that thought.

Broly was a stubborn Saiyan after all. When it came to his injuries; no matter how bad they were, he forced his way through and do what had to be done.

"... Shut up." Broly slid his eyes shut. "I want to kill you so badly right now." He mumbled, gritting his teeth as his voice strained. His fists itched for blood, his tongue craved for blood and his ears yearned for the quietest drips of blood.

But his stomach ached for food. Food would have been his main priorities but trying not to loose blood now was another task in itself.

Saishi's hand brushed through the Saiyan's wild, stiff hair. Saishi observed the Saiyan drifting away into his slumber. Her lips drew close to Broly's ears.

"Let's get through this together." Saishi purred, her voice smooth like arms of a swaying flame. "I'll shoulder that rage you held on to for too long." Her fingers circled through his hair. "I am your student after all."

"... My rage can't be tamed, kid." Broly replied, opening his eyelids half way. "I've accepted it. It's just a matter of time now." He shifted from his front, laying on his side and faced towards the girl. "When that happens; don't hold back. I'm saying this as an enemy."

Saishi remained quiet. Her fingers brushed down to his neck.

"Are you still hurt?" Saishi asked, her eyes trailing over to his abdomen. Saishi's hand gently brushed his abdomen; his scar from birth.

Broly's breaths fell short, panting as though Saishi's fingers were like daggers.

"Cut that out." Broly curled closer into himself. His skin tensed to Saishi's cold touch. What was she gaining at? "Go sleep." He slapped her hand away, his words wheezed through his lips.

"Your father was right. You're tough; but underneath you're fragile. What a terrible pain you must be in..." She drew her hands to herself, letting Broly relax his breathing.

"Don't ever touch me there again." Broly snarled, furrowing his brows. "Grck…" His eyelids creased, his face saying as though he was going to vomit.

Her eyes, why were they crimson? Broly snapped his eyes open, gazing into the crimson depths of her abyss.

Despair.

"Who are you?" Broly said, shuffling up to a kneel. Saishi's ki; how could it have turned so lifeless, so malicious?

"Me?" Saishi replied, her crimson slitted eyes slid open again. Her tongue licked the corner of her lips as her sharp canines peered out. Her gaze reflected those unworldly. "I'm still the same person you know. Broly." Her lips grew into a smirk as her reptilian gaze remained fixed on him.

Something was definitely wrong. Saishi was never coy.

Saishi looked over to her hands, her claws; observing every little scale coating her arms. It was as though she was amused at herself. But the air around her flew with caution.

"I have no time to play." Broly said, raising his voice. "Who are you really?"

Saishi laughed, swaying up to her feet. Her smile dropped.

"You're not special if you think you're the only one regarded as a monster." Saishi replied, her voice hissing to that of the demon within her. "I'm the demon caged within her body, her blood poisoned by my fangs and her mind set a flame by my wrath." Her eyes narrowed at the weakened Saiyan. "I wouldn't want you to push past her limit, not when I dwell deep inside her mind."

Broly gripped his head. Just by looking into whatever that thing's eyes crushed his mind. Similar to his crown; it was as though he was being subdued under mind control.

Magic, something that Towa was specifically talented at. Karu was yet another creature able to conjure such impure magic.

"You're not human," Broly asked, rising up to his feet. "You're that Makio- whatever demon Saishi spoke about."

"Not quite..." Karu replied, holding Saishi's body to her control. "But a Saiyan like yourself, you're quite the devil aren't you?"

Devil… that word clawed at the Saiyan's mind. He'd rather have Saishi talk than this thing.

"Give me back Saishi!" Broly yelled at the husk of Saishi. "Grgh!" He choked. He covered his lips, his body burning with his ki. I have to keep it together. Broly thought, resting one knee onto the ground. Or I will really lose it this time around.

"The girl? Now why would you have someone as weak as her around?" Karu said, running a hand over to her chest. "Her powers all come from me. She's nothing without-"

"Shut up!" Broly growled lowly. "When I know what's mine, I intend to keep it." The bridge of his nose creased. His eyes glared at Karu's crimson ones.

Karu narrowed her eyes. Yes, those eyes were blinded by rage, and also able to kill. But, his rage will only get the best of him.

His body swirled with a gold aura, before snapping his hair golden and eyes teal. His body burned with pain, but the Saiyan wasn't going to back down. Saishi promised a challenge- he wasn't going to let this chance go.

Broly darted towards Karu, although Karu let out a yawn. As Broly threw a punch, Karu turned her back on him. This aggravated Broly further.

Thwack!

"Grgh!" Broly winced, his arm caught within the spikes of Karu's armoured tail.

Crik!

"GRAGH!" Broly yelled. Karu's spikes pierced into his arm, paralysing and rendering it useless. With a yell, Broly dislocated his wrist. Karu released her grip. Broly leapt far away from Karu, gripping his broken arm. His back slammed into the stone wall, causing the Saiyan to push against the cold surface.

"Tch Tch…" Karu shook her head, wiggling her tail at the Saiyan. "Respect the rocks, they're giving you shelter after all."

With a crack, Broly snapped his wrist back together. But the pain of that fatal stab was going to stay there for a long time. His sight blurred.

He stumbled onto one knee. Panting, sweat trickled down his face. His hair and eyes faded to black.

"Oh… out of energy I see?" Karu grinned, licking her fangs. She pulled out her claws, similar to those of sharpened knives. "I suppose I can have a taste of your blood now."

"KARU! I said cut it out!" Saishi yelled from the chains within her mind. "No more blood! Damn it! I told you to stay put!"

Saishi's body stopped.

Broly crouched to the floors, licking away his blood from his shattered forearm. He was already weak from losing two litres of blood. Surely he was going to lose consciousness now.

"I've had my fun." Karu said, closing the eyes of Saishi's possessed body. "Go on."

Her violet eyes snapped over to Broly. With a small dash, Saishi ran to his aid.

"Hey, stay with me." Saishi said, catching Broly by the torso. Oh Kami, he's so heavy! Saishi knelt under his weight. She shuffled back, laying his body gently on the grounds. She rested his head close to her chest. "Broly?" Saishi called, running her hand through the back of his hair as his head laid close in her arms.

His breaths shook, grunting with every in take of breath. The pain was unbearable right now. No words left the Saiyan's lips. He had to focus on breathing right now. Broly nestled closer to Saishi, burying into her warmth.

"Urk." Saishi squirmed, trying to adjust to Broly's firm grip. Saishi took another steady breath. "Breathe. Focus on my heart to help you relax." She drew her lips closer to his forehead. "I'm not going anywhere." Saishi embraced him closely. Tears slipped down her face as she clenched her jaws tight.

After several minutes, Broly's despair fell into a deep slumber. His muscles were now relaxed, but he remained huddled close to Saishi's body.

With a little snip, Saishi tied the last bandage around Broly's shattered body. She prayed to the Kami's that he wasn't going to awake violently.

"... Kid…" Broly's voice fell husky, his words muffled as his face rested against the maroon shirt of her chest.

"Yes?" Saishi replied, cradling his head under her chin.

That was all Broly wanted to hear.

"Broly." Saishi said, stroking his head. "I'm sorry for hurting you. I should have warned you about her-"

A ki signal caught her attention. Saishi turned her focus to the cavern roof, waiting for any other danger signs to emerge.

A minute… two minutes… the danger still remained.

They had to make haste now. But how? Broly was on his last threads and Saishi couldn't carry him all the way, she was tiny compared to him.

One of the dangers was Salza. He flew over the misty, blue mountains, clicking his scouter for any readings of ki down below. Whatever that was, something was definitely done there. Something that shouldn't even be here. Salza held the button of his scouter.

"Sire, there's an abnormal reading of ki here." Salza reported to Cooler. "Shall I pursue it?"

"Call for your aid." Cooler replied, answering Salza's call. "Do not be rash, you've already lost both of your members." He gazed over the blue planet with his crimson eyes from his space ship. He crouched forwards from his iron throne. "I wouldn't recommend destroying the mountain either, they could slip away unharmed. I want a clear kill from you."

"Understood, my Lord."

Far to the west, close to the foot of the mountains, Paragus remained still. That energy, what on Planet Vegeta was that? That was definitely not his son for sure.

It wasn't long until Cooler's men knew of Karu's deadly energy. But they weren't the only ones who knew.

Within the realms of Hell, Towa perked her head up.

"Mira." Towa said, looking over her shoulder. "Did you feel that energy?" Her eyes drained from all colour. That energy to this day, that creature's will hadn't faded away. No wonder Saishi was a difficult one to get back...

"Yes." Mira replied, opening his eyes to the scarlet sunset afar. "But you should not worry, my master." His eyes narrowed. "She is only a world away from us. It is not enough to distort time itself."

"Given if I let her live longer, that abomination is going to do something much worse than that." Towa said, stamping her staff into the red earth. "I should just steal another one of the future boy's time patrollers- a Namekian of the Dragon Clan to be precise, to counter her demonic will." She muttered.

Mira's eyes observed Towa's ones with caution.

"Master, why did you not let me finish her?" Mira asked, walking besides his creator. "At least that would be the last of your failures out of the way." He clenched his fists.

"Failures?" Towa questioned, tilting her head to Mira. "They're all just pawns in a game. Without one, I wouldn't have made any progress to my research." Her fingers stroked her staff. "However, Saishi still has some use for me." She smiled. "Her little sister is still alive out there. And remember what she wished for?"

"... Okome? For Saishi to return."

"And what do dragons like Shenron do?"

Mira set his serious gaze on his master. He knew what she was planning.

"You bound that dragon and Saishi's soul to one body at the cost of your own blood." Mira answered. "The only thing missing from Saishi now is a drop of the Saiyan's blood. She will be on the levels of the Gods."

"Don't be silly Mira." Towa chuckled. "Her body will fade away in due time. Besides, she only have several years left before her body becomes just a heap of research." Towa's face straightened. "Saishi will die if she has her blood mixed with any more races. The Earthlings after all are weak, and Saishi is originally a human on Earth, that's that. However…" Towa raised a finger to her nose. "Never underestimate an Earthlings determination, that's why she's still alive to this day."

Mira raised a brow. If it wasn't for Saishi's resolve to defend who she cared about, and her determination to see that through, she would have been dead within the first seconds of Towa's research.

"Master. What shall we do about the Black Dragon?" Mira asked, his hands gripping his crossed arms. "She is technically forged from your blood."

"But I do not control her will Mira." Towa replied, looking over to the fine details of her staff. "If I knew that the creator of the Dragon had to be alive, I wouldn't have killed him or used his DNA." Her violet eyes met with Mira's ones. "But at least I know now about how the Namek's connect to the wish granting Dragon." She smiled. "Let's make haste Mira."

Kami, the creator of Earth's dragon; Shenron- or Shenlong as some would say, was one of such examples. Kami's divine wisdom and knowledge allowed him to create a wish granting Dragon. However, in creating the Dragon, his knowledge and wisdom had to be poured into the Dragon's being- along with his life. If the creator dies, so does the Dragon.

What an excellent piece of research that Towa will refer back to.

Meanwhile, back within the cavern walls, Saishi reached into her sash, pulling out the scroll. She bit her lip. She placed the scroll back into her sash. Who was she kidding? There was no other place to possibly hide now, not any that came to her mind at the moment. Besides the fact that Towa could tail her through the scroll.

The scroll, it had a strong magic tied to it, something more stronger, more divine than that of Towa's dark magic. Who ever had this power would definitely know Saishi already, besides Trunks of course.

"Saishi, change your form." Karu whispered closely to Saishi. "Transform into me." Her serpentine tongue hissed through her fangs.

A sharp shiver raced down Saishi's spine. Her skin crawled to the thought of that disgusting form.

"You're already a quarter of the way there." Karu continued, swishing her armoured tail on the floorless abyss of her mind.

Saishi coiled her tail behind her. Crap… She tried to remain calm. Karu, I'm not turning into that thing. It hurts so much.

"Then tell me, how else are you going to escape, with that dead weight dragging you down?" Karu sneered, her black claws drawing close to Saishi's soul, which glowed purple against the darkness of her mind. Her head reached down close to Saishi's back. The demon's crimson, reptilian eyes were just as big as Saishi's entire height. Her red, sleek horns rested on her head, like a crown, flicked back to any enemy that dared to strike behind her. "It's been so long that I've felt anything within this tomb of human flesh and bones." Karu growled, her black wings cracked open, like bones of her preys. "Towa may have mixed your blood with the Nameks, but she failed to bound the dragon to your will." She hissed. "A fool, you have to have the Creator of the Dragon to abide to their will. Or the dragon will stray from what wish it had to grant." Smoke spewed from her mouth. "Didn't you wish to protect your sibling? To protect those that you cared about?" She snapped her jaws at the girl.

Saishi dared not to move from her mental cage.

"No reply I hear…" Karu hissed, reeling her head away from Saishi's soul. "You were a failed experiment by Towa. To mix a Namek's blood for the purpose of gaining the ability for a wish granting Dragon? Such blasphemy." She slammed her armoured tail against the floors. "Out of an act of despairation, Towa bounded my soul to yours for as long as you live- she even cut her blood to ensure the success of merging my being into a mortal like you."

Saishi's violet eyes looked over to Broly. His head tucked closely into her arms; her scaly flesh hid underneath her clothes. Her eyes softened at the resting Saiyan, his face holding only peace. What would he say if he saw that form? That form; although Mira tried to force her into that form back when Turles appeared, it failed on his part.

But she couldn't bear the pain of that form. It was nothing compared to a few bones clicking here and there. This was a change in her whole body structure, something that the Frieza race life forms were capable of.

But there wasn't any time to dawdle on these things. Do or die. She had to live.

Saishi brought her head close to Broly's forehead, her forehead touching his gently.

"Forgive me Broly." Saishi spoke softly. "It's going to get a little rough from here." She embraced his head with her arms, sheltering his vulnerable yet tranquil state.

Saishi laid Broly on the grounds besides her. Her tail coiling around her as defence. She crouched down on all fours, taking slow and steady breaths. Her eyes quivered, frightened for the pain that was to strike her. She closed her eyes, praying that she didn't lose control over her physical body.

Karu grinned from the depths of the girl's mind.

A black aura consumed the girl. Black, excessive scales encased her human skin, her wings cracking from her back. Spikes cracked out from her head, her teeth sharpening to that of the demon within her. Her form grew, shifting as the demonic power surged into her being. A deathly screech left her lungs, like nails on a chalkboard.

All her growth stopped. Her crimson, slitted eyes fixed at the laying Saiyan before her claws.

The demon-dragon curled her tail around Broly, gently lifting him up and over to her back and resting him between the gaps of the long spikes running down her spine. Her gaze shifted to the tunnels below, leading darker and deeper into the planet's depths. She vanished into the black hands of the dark, carrying the injured Broly along with her.

From the dark skies above, Salza hovered. Sweat trickled down his face as he held the shattered shards of his scouter. Just what on Earth was that? Not only was there a crazy amount of ki, but he could literally taste the malice in the air. He had to get some reinforcements, this wasn't a battle to take so likely.

From the navy mountains ahead, Paragus remained frozen. Rage, despair, malice… why did that air hang so thickly around these mountains? It was similar to that of Cooler, yet much otherworldly.

A screech echoed. Paragus tensed his body. That was no sound of any creature he heard of, yet that sound was like setting fire to the mind. Whatever it was, Saishi and his son better be alright.

An hour later

Deeper into the caverns, a black flame flickered in the darkness. Water trickled within the endless tunnels under the mountain, where many underground springs glistened. The friendly blue glow streamed from the cracks of the cavern walls above. A cool hiss of steam swirled from under her heated claws.

This place should be safe for now.

The demon-dragon laid onto the cool floors, her tail gently laying Broly onto the grounds and close to her armoured body. Her snout brushed close to him, checking if he was still alive.

Quite the comatose state Broly was in. Usually he was on his guard, but this must be the lowest state he had ever been in. His skin was pale, cold. Her black wing stretched out over him, the red membrane of each 'finger' fell over the Saiyan like a blanket and insulated the Saiyan.

Until Broly wakes up, Saishi had to watch over him for now.

The demon-dragon eyes settled on her heavily armoured scales. What a monstrous form… how could she be referred to as a human when her body masked this form in human skin? How did her little sister looked beyond this form and yet treated her like a human?

A short growl left her throat. She wasn't even capable of human speech in this form. How was she suppose to communicate if Broly just woke up now? Especially if he never suspected- No, Broly knew she had something hidden. He knew she hid a strong power but failed in drawing out her power. But to explain the vastly different appearance? Who knows? What would he say to this bizarre transformation?

… well, Saiyan's did turn into gigantic, hairy apes. So she should settle in just fine.

Her piercing gaze settled back on Broly. Still, he hasn't suspected a thing. Hopefully he would never know of this. Unfortunately, Karu's sudden possession wasn't an easy thing to forget, not when she damaged him in his Super Saiyan state.

Broly's black eyes snapped open. Only a vermillion spark glowed under the black cinders left of the flame before him by a few feet. How long was he unconscious for? And where the Hell was he? He groaned, raising his body up to a kneel. It felt as though an entire weight of a comet slammed into him.

A cold, wet sensation trickled down his back. He snapped his attention back, only to see Saishi's human hands pressed against the wounds of his right shoulder.

"It's just me." Saishi said, drawing her hands to the clear, underground spring trickling besides her. "I'm just clearing your wounds."

Broly's eyes observed her somewhat human figure. Her maroon hair were stiff, like those of a porcupine. Her wings were folded behind her and her tail laid coiled on the stone floors. He came to the conclusion that someone must have attacked while he was unconscious.

"How long was I out for?" Broly said, his hand stretched out on the damp, stone grounds. An underground spring? He thought, drawing his fingers into his palm.

"A couple of days, although I'm not so sure." Saishi replied, drying her hands with the maroon sash around her waist. Broly caught her scaly hands- her dagger like claws.

"Why are you in that form? No one's here."

Saishi fell silent, thinking of an excuse.

"I sensed Cooler's men, so I took extra caution." Saishi replied, running a hand over her arm. "I-"

"You weren't there." Broly said, poking her forehead. "You weren't you. Just what are you?"

Saishi fell silent. Her eyes squinted to those words, stinging with tears.

"A human… " Saishi answered, her voice strained. Her chest heaved under her wavering belief. "I don't know what happened, but I didn't mean to hurt you." Saishi looked away from him, rubbing her eyes. "I'm not crying." Saishi said, getting up to her feet. Saishi strode off to the other side of the spring. She dunked her hands into the cool water and then doused her teary eyes.

Broly observed her in silence.

"... Kid." Broly said, rubbing his neck. "Cut it out with the crying." He rested on the rough grounds, looking up at the cavern walls. "I really don't care what you are or what state your in. Whatever you are shouldn't define what youare inside."

"So you know…" Saishi said, drying her face with her sash. "About the demon inside of me?" She gazed into her reflection of the water, still and unwavering.

"That thing?" Broly pondered, looking over to Saishi crouched over the water's edge. "Hnn… forget about it."

Saishi snapped her gaze to Broly. Forget it?

"Broly?" Saishi said, her hands curling into herself. "I need to tell you the truth about this. The sooner, the better."

"I know where you're going with this kid." Broly replied, his gaze still focusing on the dark cavern roof. "Just like my Super Saiyan technique, you have a transformation only to yourself, right?"

"How are you not bothered by me?" Saishi asked, rising up to her bear feet. "I'm-"

"Hold on," Broly interrupted, sitting up. The pain stabbed through his body, causing the Saiyan to wince. "... I also have another form but I've never used it. Remember the Great Ape form? It's only used whenever there's a full moon- or the equivalent of one."

The thought of Turles skimmed through his mind, with a power ball hovering in his palm. Any second slower and Broly would be in a difficult situation.

"You've never used it?" Saishi tilted her head.

"No, I have the Super Saiyan technique now. I thought I explained this to you?"

"Yes."

"Then I don't see why I should be bothered by your more... " Broly held his hand close to his mouth, thinking of any words to match the Great ape transformation to her, "beastly, primal form?" His eyes slowly met with Saishi's ones, watching her cautiously for her reaction.

"You were awake all that time, weren't you?" Saishi crossed her arms over her chest. "So you know what I am?"

That one's out of the bag… Broly thought, averting his gaze from the girl.

"... You think I was going to let my guard down all the way?" Broly replied back. He ran his hand over his forehead. "Look, just be honest with me. That's all that I'm asking." He gripped the bandage around his chest. Why was honesty a difficult thing to hunt for these days? "I don't care if you're this thirteen foot lizard thing. You're still you; aren't you?" He pointed back to Saishi.

Saishi rose up to her bare feet, pondering on the question.

Who exactly was she? A monster in human skin? Or a puppet emptied of all human connections? Or that caring older sister forgotten in time?

"You have the time right now. Besides, we're sitting bugs at the moment." Broly laid back down on the stone floors. "I have no clue what's going out there, but dropping our guard right now is a foolish mistake."

As much as he hated the idea, stealth maybe the only option to live. Broly had no energy to defend himself, besides the fact that he was heavily wounded. And if the kid gets caught, well… she isn't really much of a warrior due to her personality and morals.

"... It's a relief." Saishi sighed, walking over to Broly, her tail swishing behind her in a slow, steady rhythm. She circled around him, her scaly hands hid behind her as she kept watch on the Saiyan.

Broly's eyes trailed over to her, observing her scaly feet, to her scaly hands and then to the bristle hairs on her head.

"If a Saiyan does use the Great ape transformation, we revert back under two conditions." Broly said, keeping his gaze on her. "Either our tail is cut off or we just simply run out of energy."

Saishi looked over to him, remaining silent. She knew this, Towa always used this tranformation if the Saiyans to her advantage. Turles was a clear example of this.

"Did your father ever use that form?" Saishi said, sitting down besides Broly.

"... Of course. He was an elite," Broly tapped his forehead- Before I came along that is… he thought to himself. He looked over to Saishi, whom kept her hands close to her chest; as though she was praying. "Can you freely turn into that form?" Broly asked, pointing over to Saishi.

Saishi snapped her eyes open.

"... Please, I don't want to transform into that thing." Saishi replied, her throat heaved. Her skin crawled, as though Karu lured out Saishi's will.

Saishi panted, rapidly turning into those of person suffering from the effects of hyperventilation.

The Nameks instant regeneration and that Dragon form, this was taking a severe mental toll on the girl. If she couldn't keep her thoughts calm, or keep Karu out, her DNA collapses.

A spike in her energy caught Broly's attention.

"Keep it together Saishi." Broly said, gesturing an open hand to her. "Otherwise I'll have knock you out."

Saishi closed her eyes, looking into herself.

With a crack, her Demon features clicked back into her spine, restoring her back to her human state. She fell fowards on all fours. Gasping, her mind registered the pain screeching across her body.

"I… really… really hate this…" Saishi panted. She collapsed flat on her face. "Just give me five minutes to adjust Broly." She mumbled.

"... You're really something else, aren't you kid?" Broly leaned in as his black, clueless eyes blinked at her. "Are you breaking your body and then recreating it, or…"

"I'm no alchemist Broly…" Saishi groaned, her face resting on the damp, stone grounds. "Although, the concept of alchemy sounds interesting, you can make anything as long as you understand the principles behind it."

Anything? Broly smirked at that word.

"What's the equivalent to a life?" Broly questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

Saishi widened her eyes, her brows dipping sadly.

"... there is no equivalence to a life." Saishi replied, pushing her body up to sit. "I don't know how to explain this but; everyone's life has a different journey- but not all journeys have the same destination, or a destination at all." Saishi sighed, this was a tricky concept to explain. "You can say because of this, you can't place a value on a life."

"So you can't make anything, can you?" Broly retorted, narrowing his eyes at Saishi. "If someone dies, they stay dead. That's why life is important, you don't get a second chance."

If only Broly knew of the Dragonballs, then he would have known the truth.

"True." Saishi rubbed her cheek, removing the damp. "but, how are you able to murder millions? Knowing that life is important?"

Broly's face fell blank.

"That tells you what type of person I am then." Broly replied, flashing a dark grin. "The more value someone's life is, the more satisfying it is for me to kill them."

"... You haven't changed at all!" Saishi sighed, looking up at the cavern walls in angst. "Okay," Saishi raised a finger to a sudden thought. "If people could be resurrected, by some miracle, what would you do then?"

"... what?" Broly's grin dropped.

Saishi grinned. She got him.

"If someone came back from the dead, someone you've killed, what would you do then?" Saishi repeated, wiggling her finger.

"Send them back to the dead." Broly replied, looking over to Saishi. Was she loosing it? "My attacks would vapourise their body, so there's no way they could come back."

Oh if this Saiyan knew how the Dragonballs worked, he would have known that vaporising the body isn't enough to keep the dead from coming back.

"Fair enough." Saishi shrugged. "I guess we'll just call it a day. But we'll have to move in a few minutes, we can't have Salza finding us here."

"I can walk without your help kid." Broly said, rising up to his trembling feet. He took a deep breath, wincing at the pain throbbing through his body. On second thought, this was a hasty decision. He leaned against the wall, supporting himself with each step.

Saishi watched him, her arms folded over her chest in annoyance. This wasn't the time to be stubborn.

"I said I hated doing this, but you better watch your back Broly!" Saishi said, racing towards him. Her hands morphed into claws, before evolving into more heavily armoured ones. My recoil is going to have to wait. She thought as fangs spilled from her mouth.

A screech erupted from behind Broly. Broly halted. His eyes snapped behind him. A flicker of crimson caught his gaze. His eyes snapped wider.

"Saishi!" Broly yelled, before being snatched like a prey. First he was grabbed by Turles's Ape form and now Saishi got him.

The demon-dragon's tail kept a firm grip, before settling the Saiyan on her back, between two spikes that raced down her spine. Broly gripped the spike ahead of him as an anchor; but this didn't help him with his body sore and bruised from each step the demon-dragon took.

"Take it a little easier Saishi." Broly winced, defending his exposed abdomen from her spikes with one hand. He patting her heavily armoured scales with his other hand. "Besides that, I think we should head to the bu- Shamoian's area. They should be able to help you out a bit."

Silence only ensued.

I preferred her when she was a little kid. Broly thought, resting his face close to the spike. I don't think lizard food will be on my list today either. His eyes caught a scar running down her neck."Kid, I need to know of you're getting what I'm saying." Broly said, lifting his head. "Nod once if you get what I'm saying or shake your head side to side of you don't get what I'm saying."

The demon-dragon nodded once.

"... Okay," Broly replied, resting his head again. "I'll tell you where to go, and you'll follow kid."

There was only one person who came to mind, but this was risky. He had to find him before his father could, otherwise it will be Hell for Broly.

They vanished into the darkness. Their only plan now was to find the Shamoians. They were their last hope in defeating Cooler's men.

North Galaxy - Planet Namek

"Guldo!"

"Recoome!"

"Burter!"

"Jeice!"

"Ginyu!"

"-And together, we are the Ginyu Force!"

The grueling battle had lasted for two hours… bruised, broken and barely standing.

Gohan gripped his arm; bruised purple.

Krillin squinted his eyes; his bald head scratched.

Guldo held his hands up, similar to that of a mantis, to the duo.

Vegeta, his head buried into the blue soils.

Recoome circled his shoulders, flexing his toned muscles as he stood several metres away from the Prince of Saiyans.

Is it just me or Vegeta just has too many enemies? Krillin thought, his dimming sights trailing from Vegeta to the orange mohawk. So many freaky aliens too…

Vegeta clenched his jaws tighter. He yanked his head free from the dry, blue soils. His black eyes scowling at the secret, elite force before him.

This was just great! When one member dies, several others just pop out of nowhere. Besides that, joining forces with your enemies' friends made it all the worse… this just wasn't the Prince's day today.

Vegeta's eyes trailed to his group; the baldy and the son of his sworn enemy. His eyes trailed to the opposition's group; the fancy water using girl and his younger brother. If looks could kill, Tarble would have been in Hell a thousand times over.

Tarble diverted his gaze from Vegeta. His brows; raised- but his eyes pleaded for help. Something that Vegeta would always ignore.

"Vegeta," Ginyu said, resting his hands behind him with a tall stance, "just hand yourself in to Lord Frieza, this is the last time I will tell you to do so."

"Tch- Never!" Vegeta said, swiping his hand to his side. He wasn't going to be anyone's lackey.

"Come on captain, he isn't going to listen." Recoome said, cracking his knuckles. "I just say break his bones and drag him back to the boss."

"Recoome!" Ginyu said, raising his voice into a yell. Recoome shook at the sound of his captain's yell. Ginyu cleared his throat. "We cannot keep on using physical force to get it our way. As we all know of what the Saiyans are capable of, too many near death situations may give our friend here the advantage." Ginyu gestured a hand over to Vegeta.

"Oh, someone's actually been doing their homework I see." Vegeta remarked with a grin.

"Well, of course." Ginyu replied, looking over to Vegeta from his squad members. "There's a reason why Lord Cold chose us to be Lord Frieza's elite soldiers."

Okome weaved her hands back and forth, keeping her hands close to the pouch, tied to her waist by a sash. If only she knew this was futile.

Guldo took in long a steady breaths, watching Okome fail miserably after ever attempt for her freedom. After all, he could freeze time and undo everything the girl had planned. Also, it seemed that the girl was no state to run away. Poor child.

Tarble glanced back and forth from Vegeta to Okome. He brows dipped. What was he suppose to do? It's not that he was born a prodigy like his older brother, neither did he have the strength and battle experience to take on the Ginyu Force. But; there had to be a way.

"The battle is not over," Ginyu said, raising a finger up at his squad members. "Do not be rash in your decision, otherwise that will be costly." He drew his finger to his head. "Keep with a levelled head and a controlled temper."

"Ugh, come on Captain!" Recoome said, clenching his fists close to himself. "We all know how dangerous Vegeta is- heheh." Recoome chuckled.

"I understand Recoome but if worse comes to worse, Vegeta will just have to be killed." Ginyu replied. "Of course, we mustn't leave out anyone else." His crimson eyes fell onto Tarble, Okome; then to Gohan and Krillin. His gaze then settled on Vegeta finally.

Recoome nodded to Ginyu's silent motive.

This isn't too good… Gohan thought, struggling to draw his hands close to himself. However, Guldo's psychosis was too much.

Krillin shifted his eyes to Gohan.

Gohan relaxed his hands. What was he thinking? He only had a years worth of battle experience. There was no way him and Krillin were going to take out the Ginyu Force by themselves. Even with Vegeta on the team, who said he was willing to work with them? Even so, Okome was on the enemy's side. So much for being an ally…

Okome gritted her teeth tight. Her eyes trailed over to Guldo. If only someone could stop his time stopping abilities, then she and Tarble could bail out. But it's not that she could tell Krillin or Gohan of their abilities, she would probably die before she could say anything. After all, Burter claimed to be the fastest in the universe; who knows how fast he was…

Okome looked over to Tarble. Tarble gritted his teeth as he observed his older brother slammed head first into the dirt again.

With a firm grip, Recoome ripped Vegeta out from the grounds, as though he was a vegetable.

Vegeta took a silent, deep breath. He tensed his arms as he hung in the airs.

"Captain, Vegeta is a pushover." Recoome said, holding Vegeta's leg firmly by the ankle.

Guldo shifted his gaze to Ginyu, his cheeks sweating as his lungs screamed for air.

Soon… Okome and Tarble thought, observing Guldo to the battle before them.

Burter shook his head silently, his red eyes observing their hostages.

Everything settled within a matter of seconds.

A blast escaped Vegeta's hands. A yell escaped from Krillin and Gohan. Okome swiped her coated arms of water; alongside with Tarble firing off several ki bullets.

However, this didn't happen.

A sharp dart of pain slammed into the back of Okome's and Tarble's head. Burter's elbow struck the duo.

Vegeta's spine cracked backwards, with Recoome's knee shoved deep into the Prince's bones.

"Grck!" Vegeta choked, with saliva slithering down his lips. No, just keep a calm mind. Vegeta thought, opening his heavy eyelids. I'll just have to take a beating and survive. But trying to get to a healing tank will not be easy. His eyes trailed over to Tarble. And trying to get rid of him won't be easy… and buying time for Kakarot- Tch!

Splat! Vegeta widened his eyes. His eyes flicked over to the spray of red to his right.

Guldo… his head rolled on the blue grounds. How could he, the master of stopping time, lose to a harmless attack like that? Burter's strike should have stopped the kid!

Guldo's plump body collapsed in the scorched winds; metres away from his head. He just wanted to prove how powerful he was to his allies, his ability to freeze time, but on the condition of holding his breath… damn it! He wasn't a weakling, he had the technique to be such a danger yet, muscle over brains won this round.

What? Vegeta thought, pacing his breathing as his back arched further back, his back stabbed by Recoome's knee. How? A mere Earthling just beat one of Frieza's elites!

Okome knelt on the blue floors, gripping her head as water coiled around her other hand. Tarble also knelt, gripping his head with a hand. Icicles of dust drifted in the air as the duo kept close to each other.

Burter relaxed his elbows, stinging from the cold. His red eyes scanned Okome's head, hardened by a thin layer of diamonds- no, ice. When did the girl have time to do that? If only Burter knew he wasn't dealing with the average child.

Well, before the whole commotion began between Vegeta and the Ginyu force, Okome had observed the lands; alongside with Tarble. As lakes and countless river surrounded each island, this gave the girl enough preperarions to think of a simple strategy. Okome wasn't going to let her guard down, not when that blue demon ambushed her countless times before.

Coating her vital points of her body, including Tarble, with ice; to the extent of being hard as a diamond, gave protection if any one of them got harmed. Of course, that lengthy process paid off. Soon, her other technique was due to pay off soon. She just had to wait a little longer.

Unfortunately Tarble; whom avoided any forms of violence at all also had little combat experience. To be of royal blood and a Saiyan jarred against his personality of a gentle pacifist. Why did so much blood have to be spilled when communicating in a civilised matter was available? Nevermind… When the king did that… well, there wasn't a king after that; especially when Frieza had something to do with this.

Tarble shot one hand out, a ball of ki darted towards Recoome.

Now!

A glint of purple caught Recoome's eyes. A blast of purple slammed into the ginger behemoth.

Vegeta landed on the grounds, gripping his bruised arm. He leapt away, landing before Krillin and Gohan. He stood up tall, with one of his coal eyes glaring at the Ginyu force with his frenzied rage.

"Gohan!" Krillin yelled, firing off a Kamehameha.

"Ha!" Gohan yelled, firing off a Masenko along with the Kamehameha.

"Eat this!" Vegeta blasted a volley of massive ki balls.

A blunt pain rammed into Recoome. An eruption of smoke devoured him from Vegeta's attack.

Did that get him?

"Hoi, hoi! Guldo!" Jeice said, raising a hand to his lips. His black eyes fell onto Ginyu.

"Recoome! Hey!" Burter said, yelling out to behemoth obscured by the dense plume of dust.

"I was afraid this was going to happen." Ginyu replied, running a finger onto his chin. "Going by the entrance exam result; Guldo ranked pretty poorly for the practical." He tutted. "No one gets away with murdering our members!" Ginyu yelled, his crimson eyes looking over to Okome and Tarble.

"they've been trouble ever since we got them." Burter replied, looking to Ginyu. "Why don't we just leave them already captain?"

"We need someone who can call up the wish granting Dragon," Ginyu replied, looking over to Burter with a raised palm. "A Namekian child is with them, it's just knowing where they're hiding him."

"If only Dodoria didn't have to be a meat head, I'm sure we could've had some answers by now." Jeice replied, standing besides Ginyu.

"I know that Dodoria is much to be blamed, but he did what he had to do to serve Lord Frieza. However, even if we intervened," Ginyu gazed over to the clearing smoke, "the elders wouldn't change their mind-"

"That tickled." Recoome said, posing within the settling plume of smoke. His ridiculous pose, resting his whole body weight on one foot as his arms and leg were stretched out behind him; as though he was in the limelight. His armour was no longer in tack, only his black under clothes were left. He cracked his neck, his lips creeping to a wide grin. Although, this deeply irritated the Prince of Saiyans.

"We're similar." Ginyu continued, his sights falling onto Vegeta. "The Nameks are loyal to their Lord as we are to Lord Frieza. We're both serving someone to defend their honour and pride."

"... But your Lord Frieza killed without any remorse." Okome said, looking over to Ginyu as she gripped her head. That blow from Burter, rattled her vision. "How could you side with him?"

"That's none of your-"

Ginyu raised his hand up, silencing Jeice.

"We were specifically chosen to defend Lord Frieza." Ginyu replied. "I have taken great pride in serving under him."

"But why kill the innocents when you can talk to them?" Tarble questioned, his brows dipping up its a saddened expression.

"Oh dear. Are we going back to the day when the King died?" Jeice said, running his hand over his white, glossy hair. "The Saiyan king did talk to Lord Frieza, However; let's just say that your King wasn't willing to cooperate." Jeice's kept an eye on the feeble Saiyan Prince. How on Earth did he have the title of a Prince? Let alone the fact he was related to those apes. That monkey was the complete opposite of what the Saiyans were: barbaric, brutal and malicious. Tarble had none of that aura about him. Just a little, feeble pacifist whom begged help from those stronger than him.

Jeice looked over to Ginyu, with a look of pity in his eyes. The King of apes must have been disappointed in having a son like him.

"That's enough Jeice." Ginyu said, looking over to Recoome. "Recoome, could you speed it up a little? I'm sure Lord Frieza is getting impatient."

"Okay captain…" Recoome replied, sighing with breath of disappointment. "But do you think the boss might keep those two?" He pointed over to Okome and Tarble.

How can they stand around and just act so calm? Gohan thought, gritting his teeth together in annoyance. His hand tightened on his arm, numb from trying to break out of Guldo's psychosis earlier.

"I'm sure the boss won't mind having someone with a power not found so often around these parts." Burter replied, "How often is it that we come across someone using liquids as a technique?"

"Bah! Here we go at this again." Jeice replied, slapping his forehead. "I don't think Lord Frieza is going to accept someone from a weak background-"

"Jeice," Ginyu interrupted, his red gaze darkening at Jeice. "Lord Frieza said the same thing about the Saiyans as well. Remind me, what happened?"

Oh… Burter thought, backing away from Ginyu's stern eyes. That look; Ginyu was serious.

"Sorry captain!" Jeice answered, bowing his head to his captain. "I understand now."

What about the Saiyans? Okome thought, looking from Ginyu to Tarble. Her eyes finally fell onto Vegeta; the Prince of the Saiyans. Vegeta was no laughing matter, neither was Nappa. So why was it that the Ginyu force said that they were weak? What was going on between the Ginyu force and Vegeta?

Okome's eyes fell onto Tarble; the brother of the Prince of all Saiyans. Wait…

He was much weaker than Vegeta, was that why-

Recoome darted out towards the trio. "You better be ready, tou!" Recoome roared, his massive form heading straight towards Vegeta.

Gohan tensed his body, preparing for the brutality that was yet to come. Damn it! He should have saved some of his energy if his Masenko failed.

Krillin raised his hands to his eyes, readying for another technique. Hopefully this was going to work.

Vegeta gritted his teeth. His body burned with such wild rage and annoyance. He drew his arms back. It was do or die.

Thwack!

A sharp elbow rammed into Recoome's abdomen. With a heavy thump, Recoome slammed into the blue grass.

"Sorry about the hold up guys." Goku said, relaxing his arms.

"Dad!" Gohan exclaimed, relaxing his body with a deep smile on his lips.

"Goku!" Krillin cried, clenching his fists in relief.

"Tch, Kakarot!" Vegeta muttered harshly under his breath.

The saviour of Earth had arrived: Son Goku- besides the fact he was referred to by many names, Goku and Kakarot were the name most common names he was referred to. Kakarot was only exclusively used by those of the Saiyan bloodline, not that Goku liked the sound of his own birth name.

"So, these are the guys who were giving you all trouble?" Goku said, keeping his observation on Ginyu. He walked over to his allies.

"Mmhm." Krillin hummed. His eyes looked over to Vegeta. "Besides the fact that Vegeta is here too."

"Vegeta?" Goku exclaimed, his eyes looking over to the injured Saiyan Prince.

Vegeta's coal eyes glared at Goku's shocked ones.

I dare you to act like a moron again. Vegeta thought, his eyes burning with venomous hate. I'll hit you so God damn hard that you won't be able to know what's up from down.

"Can we deal with our fight later Vegeta?" Goku said, rubbing his head apologetically. "I really think this isn't the time and place for this."

"It really isn't, you dolt!" Vegeta snarled, furrowing his brows at Goku. "Those are Frieza's elites if you hadn't noticed!"

"Frieza huh?" Goku replied, his lips tugging a grin. So these were the guys King Kai warned me about. They must be crazy powerful! He thought.

Somewhere in Otherworld, a Kai screamed his warnings. But to no avail, those words of warning did not fall on Goku's ears.

"Captain!" Burter exclaimed, looking over to Ginyu. "Recoome is-"

"Don't worry, Recoome can't be beaten that easily." Ginyu replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Hey!" Goku said, waving a hand over at Ginyu. "I'm taking over, so leave my friends out of this."

What the- "That can't be guaranteed." Ginyu replied, raising a brow at Goku. This was strange; no one had asked permission to fight by themselves. Was he really that cocky?

"Great!" Goku replied, raising a thumb to the remaining Ginyu force members. Goku turned his head back to the group. "What happened whilst I was gone?" Goku looked over to Krillin.

Ginyu shook his head. Did that orange dressed Earthling not understand what he just said? Recoome wasn't the type to wait around, unless he was told to by yours truly: the captain.

"Besides the fact we were pummelled by them-"

Krillin paused. Goku's hands touched his forehead.

Within a few seconds, Goku nodded as though he knew what the situation was.

"Got it." Goku said, moving his hands away. His eyes glanced over to Vegeta. Who thought he was going to tag along with Gohan and Krillin? The last thing Vegeta said was on the lines of revenge. Oh well… if this Frieza guy is as bad as what King Kai said, then having all the help would be great. But Okome on the other hand…

"Hey, uh, bud?" Krillin questioned, tilting his head to Goku's newfound ability.

"Hm?" Goku hummed.

"What was that?" Krillin pointed to his head. "How did you understand the situation so quickly?"

"Oh, that. Well, it's a little trick I kinda learne-"

"-or it's just an asspull," Vegeta cutted in, "We don't have time to dawdle."

"You're the one to talk." Goku retorted, squinting his eyes at Vegeta. "Besides, let's take out them and this Frieza guy and then settle our issue, okay?" He raise a hand at Vegeta as a truce.

"Tch, if it's worth the while, then I'll stick by your revolting face." Vegeta sneered, standing up tall. A frown tugged at his brows, causing the Prince to wince silently. His head rattled from pain, being pulled out like some vegetable wasn't a good thing to experience. The blood must have rushed to his head, this wasn't going to make his fights any easier.

"Dad," Gohan said, approaching Goku with a slight limp. "Okome, she's-"

"Don't worry son." Goku replied, patting Gohan on the head. "I'm sure she must have her reasons. Besides the other guy. Their ki don't seem all that hostile- or strong."

"I hope you're right Goku." Krillin said, shifting into his stance. "I don't want to fight someone who was once an ally to us."

"Mmhm." Gohan nodded, taking his stance.

These weaklings are still going to fight? Vegeta thought, observing both Gohan and Krillin. How foolish!

"Guys," Goku said, walking ahead of Gohan and Krillin. "I'll handle this. Just find Bulma for the time being." Goku looked over his shoulder to Gohan and Krillin. "Vegeta, I'm relying on your help for this one."

Vegeta's eyes glanced from Goku to the Ginyu force. This really wasn't his day. The Dragonballs were his main priorities at the moment; but of course, Frieza must be protecting them like a guard dog. Damn it! If only there was some hint that something went wrong, then he could bail.

Immortality… he wasn't going to allow Frieza to attain it. Never!

"Be careful buddy." Krillin said, raising a hand up in caution.

Both Krillin and Gohan took off into the skies.

Burter's eyes narrowed.

Goku caught the blue alien's focus.

Within a blink of an eye, a shockwave diverted from Gohan and Krillin.

"No you don't!" Goku yelled, countering the sharp kick from Burter. "Gohan, Krillin! Now!"

Within a few seconds, Gohan and Krillin zipped through the airs.

Well, that didn't work to plan… Ginyu thought, trailing his eyes from Goku down to Vegeta. Wait-

Okome and Tarble, they were gone. Along with Vegeta. Jeice also was absent from the scene. A small grin tugged at Ginyu's lips.

Goku snapped his head down, to see the empty land below. Yes! Now he didn't have to hold back.

Along the jagged formations far from the battle field, Vegeta dragged Tarble and Okome; one by the nape and one by the back of her dress. He dumped the both of them on the blue grass. However, one of Vegeta's hand was drenched in water. Why was Okome all drenched in water? Did Frieza or anyone of his men tortured her through drowning her to gain intel on him? Who knows…

If only Vegeta had realised that Okome had activated one of her other specialised abilities…

"Ouch! Big brother, you have to stop being so harsh." Tarble winced, rubbing the base of his neck. "It's been so long and this is how you treat-"

"Be quiet!" Vegeta replied, glaring at his younger brother. "You answer me this; how on Planet Vegeta did Frieza get a hold on you?"

"I…" Tarble fell silent. He ran a hand over his arm, as though he was deeply wounded. He was happy to see his older brother after all of these years; yet, Vegeta didn't have the same feelings.

"Well? Answer then!" Vegeta barked, bashing his head against his younger brother's ones.

"Calm down Vegeta." Okome said, lowering her hands in a way to diffuse the situation. "He's-"

"You stay out of this!" Vegeta pointed at Okome with a sharp swipe of the hand.

Okome looked away, avoiding the stinging sensation in her eyes. Vegeta should be glad that his brother was alive and well; unlike her sister. Her sister- the thought caused her eyes to tear up.

Tarble took a deep sigh before meeting his older brother's furious gaze.

"The Ginyu force found me under the direct command of Frieza." Tarble replied, looking into Vegeta's deep, coal glare. "After the destruction of Planet Vegeta, I was living amongst a kind race. However-" His eyes tore from Vegeta.

Vegeta's jaws tensed.

"Oh, I get it." Vegeta replied, as though he was disgusted at the sight of his brother. "You lost your Saiyan heritage to kill those weaklings." A disturbed grin tugged on his lips. "You remind me of someone else I just recently passed."

"Big brother-"

"Enough of your squabbling!" Vegeta interrupted, "You're a sad excuse to be of the royal bloodline." Vegeta drew his head away from Tarble.

The wind whistled, passing the trio with caution.

Vegeta took a deep breath. This wasn't the way to settle this; what would his father, the King, think of his behaviour?

"Look," Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, "At least you've had it easier than I have. I'm just surprised that Frieza had any interest in you."

"Me too." Tarble replied, stroking his arm. "I know father sent me away just so that Frieza couldn't kill everyone of the Saiyan race; besides the fact that I'm no prodigy like you big brother."

"Agreed." Vegeta turned his head to Okome. "You,"

Okome looked over to Vegeta. Her jaws tightened.

"What were you thinking joining the Ginyu force?" Vegeta questioned, titling his head up at the girl. "weren't you suppose to distract Zarbon and Dodoria?"

"I had no choice." Okome replied, hanging her head. "I've even met Frieza, and I can say that it's a do or die situation."

Wasn't that the truth…

Several hours earlier, She was a prisoner, a hostage. But that didn't concern her; it was him she was worried about.

Frieza. Standing in the same room left a sharp shiver down Okome's spine. His aura, standing near him was near enough impossible with those piercing, crimson eyes. Let alone looking into his malice filled depths.

Okome looked back at Vegeta, looking into his coal, cold eyes. No wonder Vegeta had such a cold gaze. He was ruled under Frieza for most of his childhood; how many people did Frieza control? Let alone eradicated from the face of the universe.

Several hours ago…

One against two. This fight was by no means one to win, just to buy time. Okome raised a hand over her head, bowing her head in a form of surrendering. After all, there was nothing else she could do any more. She had to rely on everyone else to get away.

"I give up." Okome sighed. Hopefully they were going to buy into this.

This ability, it was good that she was able to master it in time. Just like the multiform technique, she was able to create a clone, out of water that is. Her real body had to hide within the ruins of the cavern, just so that she avoided detection from the duo above.

Unfortunately, Zarbon had other plans.

"Why don't you join us?" Zarbon said, silencing Dodoria with a swipe of the hand. He held out a hand to Okome. "I'm sure your abilities would be most useful to Lord Frieza."

"Zarbon…" Dodoria gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Why would Lord Frieza need someone with such a weak ability?"

"She damaged you," Zarbon replied, "That's more of a reason to let her join us."

Dodoria bit his lip in angst. Something just wasn't right, but what was it?

"I've already said I've given up." Okome replied again. "Take me to your Lord and I'll seek his judgement."

"Quite the bold one I see." Zarbon retorted, squinting his amber eyes at the girl. "Very well, but here's a little advice; that attitude of yours won't get you that far." He looked over to Dodoria. "Let's drop her off to Lord Frieza."

Hopefully his master approved, otherwise Frieza's tolerance for weaklings was going to cut his job out, literally.

Minutes later; Zarbon, Dodoria and Okome stood before Frieza. Zarbon knelt, his hand over his chest. Okome bowed her head, avoiding Frieza's crimson sight. Dodoria stood at the entrance to the massive, metallic room.

"Zarbon, this better be a good catch." Frieza said, swirling his glass of scarlet wine as he rested in his hovering throne of iron.

"Yes my lord." Zarbon replied, raising his head up to meet Frieza's gaze. "She was found with the Namekian child before they all separated their ways. She can provide leads to them," his amber eyes narrowed, "Even to Vegeta."

Frieza took a sip before gazing back out to the blue, jagged lands afar.

"Vegeta you say?" Frieza replied, his eyes fixed on the vast lands before him. "What happened to you and the Ginyu force getting rid of him?"

"... my lord, he got away." Zarbon replied, lowering his gaze.

Thwack!

A sharp stab of pain striked Zarbon on the face, sending him tumbling onto the metal floors besides Okome. Okome dared not moved a muscle.

"You better have a good reason Zarbon." Frieza said, his eyes deep with a hue of crimson. He was surely agitated. His tail patted the rims of his iron throne.

"It was on Ginyu's orders." Dodoria cutted in, taking a step into the room.

"Ginyu you say?" Frieza paused, drawing his dark lips away from the wine glass. "Ginyu did say he had a back up plan if Vegeta had the guts of rebelling against me." His eyes settled on Okome, observing her still movement from the reflection from the glass window. "You."

Okome shot her head up, meeting Frieza's crimson eyes. Those eyes! Those malicious eyes were like those of her sisters- no; like those demons.

"Yes master." Okome replied, gritting her teeth as she held back her urge to scream. "I am here to serve under you and to you only."

"Oh…" Frieza widened his eyes. "Splendid. Here I thought Vegeta would have influenced you."

"An arrogant person like him? Never." Okome replied, lowering her tone. Her voice had to be masked, she couldn't let Frieza know how she truly felt.

If only Okome knew that Frieza wasn't the type to be easily swayed by her ideals.

"Then this next set of tasks should not be a problem for you." Frieza said, turning his seat to meet with Okome's serious gaze. "Zarbon, contact the Ginyu force. I have something planned."

To eradicate the Prince and those with any relevance to him; including her own allies.

This made her heart sank. Never had she had a direct order to take a life. Never!

Now

Her eyes gazed at the blue grass. No wonder the Ginyu force took her and Tarble; they were Frieza's special forces after all. But something else turned her stomach, she couldn't be just working under the Ginyu force to kill her allies and Vegeta. There must have been another motive; especially when Vegeta's younger brother was caught in all of this.

"Tarble." Vegeta said, looking over to his younger brother. "I don't want you standing around, you need to leave this planet now."

"Huh?" Tarble tilted his head. "How? They have confiscated my space pod big brother."

Figures. Vegeta thought, rolling his eyes. "If you both hadn't noticed already, you're in a hostage situation."

"Hostage?" Tarble took a step back. "Well," He brought his fingers close to his cheek. "I should have known." He mumbled, looking down at the blue, dry grass.

"You're not exactly the bright one now are you?" Jeice said, hovering being the trio. The trio snapped their heads up, seeing the red magma member, arms crossed over his chest. A small smirk sparked on his lips. "No wonder the monkeys got eliminated so easily, excellent muscles for power but no brains to think." He tapped the side of his forehead, taunting Vegeta in paticular.

A low whistling sound twisted through the chasms.

"Go, now!" Okome yelled, swiping her hand to Vegeta and Tarble. "I'll-"

Vegeta knocked her and Tarble out of the way. A harsh gust of wind blasted the ground where the trio stood earlier.

"You're not going to go anywhere." Burter said, landing on the grounds behind Jeice. "and a key word of advice, you shouldn't have left you're other friend back there all by himself."

"Goku can easily beat all of yous with his hand behind his back." Okome said, stepping closer to Vegeta. Her hands opened and closed, but no moisture caught her fingers. Oh darn! What was she suppose to do now? She only had a little ki left to maintain this technique.

"You shouldn't underestimate the captain." Jeice narrowed his eyes at Okome. "Besides, don't be surprised when you see your friend."

"He had a little body changing done." Burter sneered, looking over to his right.

Vegeta's eyes snapped wider. No, Kakarot couldn't have! Their fight- he had to settle the score!

"You bastards!" Vegeta snapped, throwing a ball of ki at the duo.

The blast was sent elsewhere.

His black eyes gazed down at the feeble prince. Vegeta took a step back, his jaws trembling with wild rage.

"Is that any way of respecting your allies' body?"

Kakarot! How dare you let that bastard take your body! Vegeta glared with venom at what was left of Goku's body.

Okome stepped back, before hitting her back against the stone walls. No, Goku couldn't have turned evil!

"Goku!" Okome yelled, swiping her hand at Goku. "How could you?"

"Let there be no mistakes." Goku replied, wiggling a finger at Okome. "I'm just merely burrowing his body to test his strength."

"Burrowing?" Okome questioned, her hand sliding to the bumpy surface of the stone wall behind her. Then her eyes shrivelled away. Oh no… Now she understood what the situation was.

Far from the trio laid a body. His chest plate was cracked, with his sticky blood trickling through his a gaping wound.

Man… Goku thought, looking up at the green skies. The three sun's glared down, scorching his battered body. He got his friend to attack even though he was going to get hit too. Grgh! He rose up to his feet, his body barely able to stand from the blood lost. I have to warn everyone; Gohan, Krillin, Okome. If only he hadn't taken his eyes off from Ginyu, then maybe he wouldn't be in this mess.

Ginyu: the body snatcher. Was he only there to observe his opponents? Or was it that he was very flexible in his strategies? Well, at least Goku understood what the plan was now. At least he had a back up strategy. Hopefully this was the last time this was going to happen to him. He wasn't going to let someone else steal his body from all that training he did. It wasn't fair.

However, in another timeline, another universe, a Shinjin may be prying on his body in the far future.

Elsewhere on Namek; Nail stood on a low boulder. His black eyes observed, with the utmost caution, at the towering structure before him. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, to which did not bother him now. It was him he was focusing on now. Frieza.

"If you tell me where the Dragonball is, than I shall let you walk away freely with your master." Frieza offered, holding his posture high. Even though he was short, his aura spewed with malice, and clear in his deep, crimson eyes.

Nail rubbed the blood off his lips. He straightened his stance, keeping his eyes on the tyrant.

"A silent one I see." Frieza patted his tail on the dry grass. "I hate to waste my time. But as Ginyu had an excellent plan, I'll just take my time having fun." Frieza raised a finger down at Nail. "The least you could do is offer some entertainment while I wait."

Come on Dende! Nail thought, clenching his fist tighter. I'm counting on you. You have to defend the Dragonballs. He tensed his body, bracing for the sharp impact that was to strike at any moment.

This was all just a ruse. As Nail faced off against Frieza, Dende had taken the last Dragonball from Elder Guru. However, Frieza… never did he imagine that this tyrant was going to make his move so soon. He had to buy enough time for Dende to summon the Porunga. Everything else was up to them now.

And so, the skies flashed black. This darkness… could it really be…

"Whew. I guess we did it." Krillin said, rubbing the sweat off his forehead. He smiled over to Gohan and Dende. His eyes met with the biggest help of them all, with a gaze more serious. Not to be confused with that of rage and bitterness, but with those of trust and respect.

Okome; if only Krillin had known what the girl was fully capable of, this whole situation could have been avoided.

Cloning; Okome had the ability to create another clone of herself out of water, as long as she had ki and water of course. But, as she was stuck in a child's body, she could not maintain her clone for long. If only she knew why she was a kid again, maybe things would be so difficult. It must have been because of Towa's time travelling technique.

Okome bowed her head. To be honest, this wasn't all her doing. Bulma was also to have some praise too. Besides, she knew about the whole plan.

Author notes: Hey guys! I know it's been such a long while but I promise not to leave this fanfiction unfinished. I'll slowly but surely complete this fanfiction up until the Cell games. If maybe by the time I get to the Cell games, I may continue to the Buu saga… but then I won't know whether to continue with Super's path or GT. I know that Super is before the time when GT starts- scratch that, I don't want to start a flame war between Super and GT, same with the Non canon and Canon stuff. I might mix those two up a bit if I get past the Cell games.

Anywho, while I go away for another two months, let me leave a question- what type of pairings do you guys want to see? Or backstory from any of the characters? (Mind you, it won't be anyone from Super since they're relatively new and we don't really know much about them. So no Hit, Jiren, *coughs*Kale*coughs*, Hakaishin and Angels and so on from Super.) Maybe at a later once we know more about them.

But, to all the Vegeta, Broly and Piccolo fans out there, a question; is the characters characterisation true to the canon/non canon counterparts respectively? Vegeta at the moment is kinda worrying since I'm not entirely sure how him and Bulma ended up falling for each other. Trying to force their relationship is the last thing I want to do, but I don't want to make Vegeta out of character either.

As for Piccolo, he's my favourite but I don't want to distort his character either. So I hope of don't give him too much of the spotlight in the newer chapters. But there'll be a little surprise for him next chapter.

As for Broly… ehh, I'm trying not to make him a brainless muscle head in Second Coming, but like Vegeta, I don't want to make him OOC... and besides the fact I don't want Broly and Saishi being a couple. I just don't see Broly's character "father" material, and he probably has little understanding of the concept to love because he's a Saiyan who destroys and kills. He has more of the battle initiative but everything else he's pretty bad at, like talking to his father or the Shamoians without his hostile attitude. As for his treatment to Saishi, let's just say if she dies, he would be bored without a challenger- because he's a Saiyan, but his social skills is terrible which leads to cringy or awkward situations. I'm aware of this.

So until then, let's continue with our usual Earthling live's.

-ClumsyPigeon signing out