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The Grand Elder had confirmed that Planet Vegeta was no more. The planet collapsed, and exploded. No one could have survived it. The tyrant had been defeated. The Saiyans had been freed, and were all alive and well, again. All was as it should have been.

No occasion called for celebration more than this one.

The Saiyans and Namekians were brought together in an empty field for a large feast, as their ancestors once held. Differences were forgotten, as they celebrated their victory over tyranny.

The remnants of the council and the Namekian elders had sat with each other, earlier, to discuss their plans. Moori explained that Porunga could grant two more wishes, before he would need to rest, and the Saiyans could use them for whatever they needed. After debate, the king and his council agreed that they would revive their planet in another part of the galaxy. The last wish would take them to their new home. Of course, they would worry about that, later. Now was a time for festivity and merriment.

The king stood at the end of the table, with the Namekian elders sitting near him. He lifted his cup into the air. "I would like to take a moment to recognize our strongest fighters and allies.

"I doubt that we wouldn't have gotten to where we are now without the guidance and leadership of someone like Nappa. He took on the role with little fuss or jeering, and made sure that no Saiyan was left behind. We need more men like you, my friend."

The crowd gave a loud cheer, to that. Nappa just bowed his head, and smirked at the king, obviously humbled by his praise.

"Our next thanks goes to an unlikely ally – one that risked his life to aid us, in our cause. Zarbon, you dared to go against Frieza, when none of his men ever would, just for the sake of justice. I was wrong about you – there isn't a braver man than you."

Cheering continued, as before. Zarbon was standing a little ways from the table, chatting with a few Namekians. He was in awe, from the king's compliments. He crossed his arm over his chest and bowed.

"And of course, to our new friends – the people of Planet Namek. You have given much of your time and energy to our cause only out of the goodness of your hearts. We cannot thank you enough. Therefore, I decree that everyone living on Planet Namek will be declared honorary Saiyans!"

The Namekians were very surprised. Moori stood up. "Your majesty, this is very kind, but you don't need to do this."

He waved his hand. "Nonsense! You are our allies, and you have aided us when no one else would have. It is the least that we could do, in return. We can discuss the specifics of our alliance, later on. But enough about politics." He lifted his drink into the air. "To the Saiyan race. May we continue to prosper and thrive!"

The Saiyans acted in the toast, and drank their wine in one gulp, slamming it down on the table.

Vegeta was leaning against a house, not wanting to be the center of attention. He didn't want to answer any questions of how he succeeded. It was only a few hours ago that he was fighting for his life, against Frieza. He only wished to have momentary peace.

"Hey, there he is!"

He found himself shoved into a headlock, as Raditz rubbed his hair down, roughly. Vegeta only struggled a little.

"C'mon, why are you acting like such a wallflower? You won! You got rid of Frieza, you got the girl: why are you still moping? Celebrate a little bit, for once!"

Vegeta pushed himself away from Raditz. He straightened his hair and what was left of his armor. "I don't need a huge celebration to appreciate that. I'm not a hedonistic load, like you."

Raditz put his hand on his chest, feigning offense. "How rude of you, Vegeta. I thought you would be more grateful, is all. This party is for all of us, after all."

Vegeta shook his head, and looked away. Truth be told, he wouldn't mind relaxing, at this party. He just didn't want the attention that would inevitably bring.

It was as if Raditz could read his mind. "If you're worried about hecklers, I can scare them off. You should at least have a bit of fun, at this."

That was something he'd actually love to see. Why not? He had nothing to lose, from this. "Show me to the food."

Raditz gestured his hands to the right. "Well, right this way, your highness!" Vegeta just rolled his eyes, and went in that direction. "Oh, by the way, where did Bulma go? I haven't seen her, since the party started."

Vegeta thought. He hadn't seen her since then, either. She had excused herself sometime before then, but she hadn't come back yet. A little bit of concern formed in his gut, but he pushed it down. Namek was one of the safest planets in the galaxy; she'd be fine. Even if she were in trouble, he'd know of it, and could rush in to help. He'd look for her, once the festivities were over.

He shrugged. "Don't know where she ran off to."

Bulma was lying down on the soft blades of grass, watching the clouds go by. She could faintly hear the sounds of the celebration going on, behind her. She truthfully wasn't in the mood for such a large festival. She needed some peace and quiet, for once.

She was going to be with Vegeta. It's what she wanted this whole time. The only reason this whole mess started was because of that. The king accepted her. A few of the Saiyans were beginning to warm up to her. Vegeta looked even more excited about it than she was. Everything was perfect.

Why did she feel empty?

If this happened a month ago, she knew she'd be overjoyed. It was what she wanted. But now… she didn't know what she really wanted. She missed Earth so much. If she went through with this marriage, she knew she'd never get to see her family ever again. That was what she had longed for, ever since she got stuck on Planet Vegeta. Why did she throw that all away, when she met Vegeta?

"I didn't think it was like you to leave a party to mope."

She sat herself up slightly, and looked over her shoulder. Piccolo stood there, with his arms crossed.

She sighed. "I just needed some time to think." She lied back down. He walked up and sat down next to her.

"Piccolo, you were right. I wasn't thinking about any of this, when I made the wish."

"There's no need to beat yourself up over this, anymore. It's over. You got what you wanted."

"I know, I know…"

He looked down at her. "This is what you want, isn't it?"

She groaned. "I don't know. I don't know, anymore. I don't want to look anymore self-centered than I have, but… I don't think I can live with Vegeta, like he wants me to… I mean, I love him, but…" She covered her eyes with her forearm, nearly about to cry. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do…"

"Do you remember what I told you, at the palace?"

She rubbed her eyes, and stood up, to look behind her. "What do you mean?"

"When you were so worried about how you were going to impress Vegeta, what did I tell you to do?"

"Well… talk to him. But this is different, I can't just-"

"And how did that turn out?"

She didn't want to answer that. Everything ended up turning out fine, after she talked to him about it. The easy solution was staring her in the face, but she was still too scared to take it. She was afraid of the consequences. What if Vegeta got mad at her? What if he broke it off with her, right then? So many things could happen. She should just suck it up and do what others think she was going to do.

But then she'd just be trapped, again.

Eventually, she sighed. Lying down and moping wasn't going to solve the problem. She pushed herself off of the ground, and walked back towards the party. She was just going to go and talk to him, about this. Hopefully, the worst wouldn't come.

She saw Vegeta standing at the edge of the party, leaning against a building. He was drinking from a small glass. She took a deep breath, and went up to him. "Vegeta?"

He turned around. "There you are. Everyone was asking about you. Where were you?

"That's not important. Can we talk, for a moment? Please?"

His expression seemed to soften, hearing her tone. He put the glass on the ground, and followed her further away from the party. They went by a lake. Vegeta leaned against a rock. Bulma clasped her hands together underneath her, and bit her bottom lip. She didn't know how to start this.

"Vegeta… I-I was thinking about this whole thing. I want to be with you so much. It's what I wanted, ever since we met. It's just… just…"

"What? If you have something you need to say, spit it out."

He was right. She needed to come right out and say it. "I don't think I'm ready to be your mate."

His eyes widened. Before he could interject, she continued. "Please. It's not you. Not you, at all. I-I didn't know you were the prince, when we met, and I wasn't thinking about what me marrying you would entail. That's my fault – I didn't think it through, enough. I didn't think about my family on Earth, my life, or anything. I-I'm not queen material! I'd never been able to keep up with the rest of you. And I'd never be able to see my family, again, or visit home, or anything. And I've been away for too long, and I just…

"Maybe I could do it, in the future, but… not right now." She kept her head down, not wanting to look at him.

"This is a lot to unload on a man, all at once."

She nodded, in agreement. "I know. I'm sorry."

They sat in an uncomfortable silence for several moments. He was mad – he had to be, and he deserved to be. She could hear him drumming his fingers on his forearm.

"What if I found a way?"

She looked up. "Found a way? What are you talking about?"

"If I found a way so that you could live with me, and be able to see your home planet on a regular basis, would you live on Planet Vegeta, with me?"

Was he being serious? Did he want her to be with him that much? Those implications were swaying her opinions, on the matter. She didn't think she would ever mean that much, to him. The way he was looking at her certainly showed that.

How could she say no, to that?

She finally nodded, relenting. "I would."

A new look was in his eyes, now: a determined one. He stole a kiss from her, before leaving her standing in the middle of the small field. He was making his way back to the party, no doubt.

Bulma stood there, blinking. That didn't go, as planned. She plopped onto the ground, and put her face in her hands. Why did he have to be so persuasive? And why did she have to fall for it?

When the next sun passed overhead, the party ceased. The Saiyans were all resting together, in temporary homes, needing the extra shut-eye. Bulma had gone back to Moori's village, needing some decent shut-eye. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, being so exhausted after all that had happened. She stayed asleep until the next sun began to rise.

She was standing in the small hut, finally able to dress in a clean set of clothes. She didn't throw away the rags that remained of her old outfit, though. She couldn't bring herself to do it. It felt like a trophy, symbolizing all of the things she had been through, this past month. So much had changed, in such a short amount of time. She still couldn't wrap her head around it all.

Someone knocked on the entryway. She turned around and saw Vegeta standing there. He had small bags under his eyes, and his hair was a bit disheveled. It was obvious that he hadn't gotten any sleep. He motioned for her to follow him. She sighed, as he led her just outside of the village.

"I spoke with my father, earlier," he said.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Yes…?"

"Reconstruction is not going to be easy, and we do not have the man-power to do it, all on our own. We're going to need aid from other worlds, and create new relationships with them, to get back to where we once were."

She was puzzled, by the non sequitur. She thought this was about what they had spoken of, earlier. He was just talking about politics. What did this have to do with anything?

"When we rebuild, we will need to appoint people to act as ambassadors to us, for other planets. We will have to look at many options all across the galaxies - even smaller planets that haven't had much contact with us."

She still wasn't sure what he was getting at. She sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair. "Vegeta, what are you implying?"

"One of our own would travel to that planet, and try to convince them to join us, in an alliance. They would gain aid, protection, and revenue, in exchange for trade and taxes. If that planet has many resources, they would gain much, from the system. Of course, said ambassador would have to visit there often, to make sure business is still good, and that the planet is acting within the terms of the alliance."

Was he offering her the position? It was starting to sound like that. It sounded interesting, but it still didn't solve the issues she had, earlier. The constant travel only gave her less time to possibly go home, to Earth.

Unless…

That's when it clicked, for her.

"Do you mean Earth?"

He looked a little annoyed it took her that long to catch on, but he nodded.

He wanted her to be an ambassador to Earth. It made sense. Earth certainly had an abundance of resources that they didn't know what to do with. Imagine all of the connections that could bring and the buyers that would attract. And she'd actually get to see her family, again. She'd actually get experience in delegating. All of that, plus being able to stay with Vegeta… she couldn't think of a downside.

"Do you think I'm cut out, for it?"

"You managed to convince Namek to aid in the rebellion – I doubt you couldn't convince your own kind to join with us. Plus, having a non-Saiyan diplomat will show how we're willing to cooperate with other races."

She looked down and bit her bottom lip. It sounded perfect. Too perfect, even. There had to be a catch. She didn't want to promise something, and then find out she was in way over her head. That was how she got stuck in this situation, in the first place.

He took her hands, as she mulled over it. "You won't be alone. I promise you that I'll be by your side, every step of the way."

Hearing that from him took her trepidation, away. When she came to Planet Vegeta all those years ago, she had no one with her. She didn't know anyone, and she felt trapped because of it. Now, she had friends and familiar faces by her side. Maybe this was worth the risk.

She intertwined their fingers and nodded. "Okay. I'll do it."

His shoulders relaxed. He cupped her cheeks, and initiated a slow kiss. Her hands settled on his shoulders. She let out a shaking sigh, against his lips. He had gone out of his way to make all of this work. That said more about how he felt than words ever could.

"You won't regret this," he said. "I promise you that."

Before they were getting ready to gather up all of the Saiyans and leave, Nail had stopped by. The Grand Elder had requested an audience with the king and the prince, before they were sent off. He also wanted to see Bulma one last time, and wish her off.

Nail led them to the Grand Elder's home. It was still sitting on top of a plateau, overlooking a vast sea. Vegeta seemed to be the only one surprised by this – the king wasn't fazed by it, at all. The door opened, and all of them stepped inside, flying up to the second floor.

Nail knelt down in front of the Grand Elder. "Elder, I've brought the Saiyans and Bulma, as you requested."

"Excellent as usual, Nail."

Vegeta flinched backwards, when he saw how huge the Grand Elder was. Bulma thought it was cute, remembering that she had the exact same reaction, when she met him. The king, however, was much more collected. It was almost as if he had been here, before.

The king walked up him, and bowed. "It's been a while, Grand Elder, hasn't it? I apologize over not recognizing your voice, earlier. I should have known it was you."

"Nonsense," the Grand Elder replied, with a laugh. "It's good to see you well, once again."

Vegeta pointed at him. "Father, you know him?!"

"Vegeta: that is no way to behave in front of such an honest man. And I met him long ago, after I became king. You hadn't even been born, yet."

That shut him up. Vegeta quickly bowed, as well.

"Our people cannot thank you enough, for all that your kind have done, for us. We are forever in your debt, for your generosity and kindness. If there is anything you ever need, tell your brothers to contact us, first."

The Grand Elder held up his hand. "Please. We do not need repayment. The knowledge that we aided someone in a time of need is plenty. I've found a safe place in the galaxy for you to be, as you begin to rebuild; far enough away from your old planet, but still close enough to your allies. Porunga will place it there, when the wish is made. May it do you well."

"You are far too kind, Grand Elder." The king bowed, once again.

"Now, Vegeta, I'd like to speak to you, as well."

Even after everything he'd been through, even Vegeta was a bit intimidated by him. He looked over at Bulma; she gave him a reassuring smile, and nodded at him. Vegeta straightened his back and approached the Grand Elder. He got onto his knee, and knelt in front of him. If his father saw him as a figure to be respected, he would do it.

"Stand up, please – we are all equals, here."

Vegeta's eyes widened, and he stood up, again.

The Grand Elder sighed. "I know the pain of losing one's race far too well, your highness. Even if you all have returned, the scars from it may never heal. However, it can be used as ammunition for your future endeavors. Use this experience to hone your strength and skills, so that it may never happen, again."

Vegeta nodded. "I was planning on it."

"Good. I have one last question to ask – when you were transported here; your strength outmatched any other being I've ever felt. Were you, by any chance, a Super Saiyan?"

"A Super… the Legendary?!" The king ran up to Vegeta. "Son, is this true?"

Vegeta nodded. "It was Frieza. He… he told me the truth about what happened to my mother… I felt so much anger in that moment and… something snapped within me."

The king clenched his fist, before letting it hang free. He shook his head, and closed his eyes, letting out a labored sigh. "Yes… anger always has been our greatest trigger."

Vegeta looked back up at the Grand Elder. "Why do you want to know?"

"I believe you are capable of tapping into that power, again, and controlling it. It would make you a powerful warrior. Perhaps you'd be able to pass the knowledge and skills onto more of your people.

Vegeta looked down, on himself. If he could tap into that power, again, that would be incredible. He'd be able to protect his people, from future threats. He was filled with purpose. He lifted his chin high and nodded. "I will."

"I have no doubt that you will, Vegeta.

"I wish to speak with Bulma alone, for a moment. Will you two step outside?"

Vegeta and the king went back down to the lower floor, heading for the door. Vegeta let his hand brush by Bulma's for a moment, before he jumped to the first level. Bulma watched him as he left, and a small smile, formed on her face.

She went up to the Grand Elder, and clasped her hands. "Well... it managed to work, as you can see!"

The Grand Elder smiled. "I knew that it would. You had a bit of help from Earth, according to Nail."

"Yeah… Kami managed to hear about what was happening, and gathered the Dragon Balls on there, to help us. Thank god Piccolo could communicate with him, like that."

"You were very lucky, indeed. It was very risky, what you planned, but the reward was well worth it, I see."

She laughed. "You could definitely say that. So… if you're able to see if Planet Vegeta is gone… are you able to feel any life coming from where it was?"

"Sadly, that is beyond my vision. However, I doubt that Frieza will be giving you much trouble, anymore."

"That's what I like to hear." She bowed her head, slightly. "Thank you, for all your help… and for believing in me. Without you and Nail, I wouldn't have been able to do any of this."

"You would have found a way, no doubt. You're cleverer than you think you are."

"Regardless, thank you."

Nail chose this moment to step in. "Bulma: before you leave, I want you to know one thing. You were an excellent student, and I'm proud to call you a friend."

She blinked. Her heart sore, with his words. No one had ever said anything so kind-hearted to her, before. The look in his eyes told her he wasn't fibbing, either.

He caught her by surprise; when he bent down to hug her. She quickly returned the embrace, burying her head in his shoulder blade.

She sniffed. "I promise I'll come and visit any chance I get."

"I look forward to that."

She broke away from Nail, and looked up at him. He smiled, and tossed her hair. She looked at the Grand Elder. She bowed to him, before leaving the small hut.

"Have you another wish, to make?"

"Now," Moori said. "Ask Porunga to wish Planet Vegeta back into existence."

One of the Namekians nodded, and repeated the request to the Dragon, in their native tongue.

"As you request, so it shall be." Porunga's eyes glowed red. All of the bystanders stood by, in anticipation, hoping that it would work.

"It is done: Planet Vegeta has been restored to what it once was."

The Saiyans gave a loud cheer, in response.

"Thank you all, once again," the king spoke. "We wish you and your people wealth and prosperity, for the rest of your lives."

"We wish the same for you, your majesty," Moori spoke.

Bulma was standing next to Vegeta, as Moori and the king exchanged farewells. The same was going for some of the other Saiyans and Namekians, as well. Her chest warmed, looking at the camaraderie that had been formed in such a short amount of time.

"Good luck to you, Miss Bulma," Dende said. "Come back and visit us, soon!"

She gave him a smile. "I'll definitely try to."

"Well, now that our goodbyes are sorted out," the king said, "I do believe we should be going to our new home."

She glanced up at a cliff, as the king spoke. She did a double take. Her eyes widened, and her heart started racing.

"Alright, then. Now, ask Porunga to-"

"Wait," she yelled.

Everyone turned to her, wondering what the hold-up was.

Vegeta leaned in to her. "What is it," he asked, in a hushed voice.

"I-I'm sorry, I forgot something important! Please, just wait a few moments!" Without any further explanation, she jumped into the air, and flew towards the cliff. Once she hit the ground, she started running.

She stopped. He had his back turned to her. She stood there, not sure what she needed to say. "You're staying here?"

"For now. Don't know how long I'll stay."

"Where will you go, if you leave?"

Piccolo glanced over his shoulder, at her. "Why do you need to know?"

"I mean… I wouldn't mind seeing you, again."

He sighed. "I suppose I should head back to Earth, eventually; Kami and I have some things we need to sort out."

"That's great! See? I was right – you're different than your dad was. He would have taken this opportunity to enact revenge, wouldn't he?"

"He would have."

They stood there in silence. There was much that both of them wanted to say, but neither of them knew how to say it. Finally, Bulma lifted her chin, and straightened her back. She knew that she might not have the opportunity to do this, again; she had to show this, now.

She ran up to him, and hugged him from behind. His arms fell to his sides. He looked down at her, and she only squeezed him tighter.

Her voice began to waiver. "I-I'm gonna miss you, Piccolo."

"…you too, kid."

He didn't make a move to push her off, and just let her hug him. They stayed like that for several moments, until Bulma heard someone calling for her. She broke away, and started running back towards the other Saiyans.

"Take care of yourself, Bulma."

She stopped and turned around. She smiled, as tears formed in her eyes. "You too."

She went back down, to rejoin the rest of the group. She wiped away the stray tears with the back of her hand. Vegeta looked at her, concerned. She shook her head, telling him it was nothing.

"Well, if we're truly done with everything," the king said. "Now, I think we can go to our new home."

Moori motioned towards the Namekian standing in front of Porunga. "If you please, then."

He nodded, and said the request in his native tongue: send all of the citizens of Planet Vegeta to the new Planet Vegeta.

"As you request, so it shall be."

The colony was engulfed by a white aura. Their visages began to shake, as they vanished into thin air. A few of them waved, and said goodbye one last time. The Namekians tried to shout their last goodbyes at them, before they disappeared.

"The people of Planet Vegeta are now on their new home world. I shall take my leave. Farewell." Porunga flew into the sky, taking the Dragon Balls up with him. The balls spun in a circle, and shot off to the far ends of Planet Namek.