Bulma sighed to herself. The patrol was kind of boring now. She knew that she really shouldn't complain. But without her children, husband, and oldest friend around, there weren't that many people worth talking to. The heiress watched the screens, looking out for her family. The ship that Trunks was on with Goku and Gohan had lost signal. She wasn't too worried though. As long as the earth saiyan was around, Bulma couldn't see anything bad happening to Trunks.
The heiress stood, it was time that she stretched her feet. Bulma walked down the hall, finding Chichi looking after Flambee and Tota. She smiled at the housewife. The two of them were in the same boat. At least Chichi still had Pan around. Not knowing anything about Vegeta or Bra was hard.
A horrid cry came from down the hall. It appeared that there was bad news in the medical wing. Rouge's sisters came out with her daughter Civilia. In the daughter's arms was a new born baby. The two humans wondered what was going on as the baby was passed to Chichi. No one stopped to speak. They only left the baby with them.
"What was that about?" Chichi asked, looking down at the baby boy in her arms. It was clearly awake and cold. The housewife wrapped it up in her scarf, quickly. "Really, what kind of women leave a child like this?" she scolded as Bulma looked down at the saiyan tail that had wrapped around Chichi's wrist. Flambee and Tota came over to look at the baby as a table was pushed by their room. Bulma quickly covered the children's eyes. It appeared that Rouge had died in childbirth.
The room grew quiet before Bulma distracted the children. Chichi kept the baby in her arms. Her mind flashed back to a long time ago. Back when Goten was a baby. Tears began to fill her eyes. What would have happened to her little boy if she had died bringing him into the world? With Goku already gone, it would have left her boys to fend for themselves. She rocked the newborn, trying to take her mind off of such things.
Bulma looked back at Chichi, feeling the same dread. It was hard not knowing where your children were. It was also hard to imagine a scenario where you weren't there for those moments. Chichi passed the boy off to Bulma as she began to try and come up with a new game for the kids.
The two women were going to continue talking to clear the air, when the room they were in rocked. Bulma held the child in her arms tightly as gunfire was heard down the hall. Someone was here. Alarms were going off. The patrol was under attack. The housewife moved quickly, grabbing Flambee and Tota from the floor. Bulma followed her, going into a nearby closet with the newborn. They all remained quiet, hoping and praying that this wasn't the end.
Frieza's army was spread out. Ships in the loading bay were blowing up. Gas ignited while dark smoke rose from destruction. Soldiers were everywhere. Blood covered the docks as the army began to invade the inside of the station.
Their leader cried for the heads of the patrolmen while he went inside. The man stalked down the halls, killing anyone that was in his path. He laughed darkly. This was his revenge. Everyone that betrayed him would fall. The dark warrior heard cries around him, death surrounded him as bombs went off. He chuckled, taking in the sweet sounds of death. This was truly the heaven he desired.
The sound of metal against metal continued down the hall with each step he took. His body had taken a beating thanks to them. Master had told him such things. A couple of teenagers ran out of the room, he planned to blast them, but his squad behind him took care of it. One looked like a fish, another with wispy white skin. Such young life, taken away in an instant. It was just so gratifying.
Another wave came through. Civilians running for cover. He had to laugh. This was supposed to be a military base. To have this many people here without proper combat training was delightful. He walked forward, crushing the head of an older woman. It appeared to be the mother of the fish teen. The smell of corpses entered his nose and he loved it.
Fire broke out, the smell of smoke surrounded him, and he flinched. To be reminded of his fall. Who out there dared to mock him? The robotic warrior turned to find something he didn't expect. All of the explosions around him stopped, all of his senses froze in place. His heart beat faster as he looked over a pixie with purple skin. Her dark blue hair was framing her face, while her pregnant belly stuck out. Her eyes were filled with tears as she drew closer to him. Her voice came out, but he didn't hear it. Everything was coming back to him. Rage filled him. He had been tricked. Frieza had lied. Frieza planned to make him kill his own mate.
"Raditz?" Grenaade could barely recognize him. Most of his hair was burned off, leaving only a small section left. A bionic eye was placed on one side of his head, while all of his limbs were mechanical. Her tears fell as she walked closer. Their eyes locked and she knew it was true. "What…what happened?"
Raditz collapsed onto his knees, bring himself to her eye level. "What have I done?" He fell against her as the gunfire outside came closer. "Stay here, stay safe." He pushed her back into the room, locking it behind him. The bomber felt relieved to know that she wasn't gone. The lies that Frieza had told him sent him on this quest for murder. Now he would take a stand and clear out those that tried to get close to this room. He would protect for the first time in his life.
Polar growled as he ran around the base. Rarely did he have to transform to win a battle, but the number of soldiers was enough to warrant it. He hadn't seen this much blood since the berserker came here. The frost demon took out as many as he could. To his side, he could see that others had joined the fray.
Bercu, along with Goku's granddaughter were fighting back. That apprentice of Goku's was also fighting off some of the soldiers. He only hoped that it was enough to push back the Frieza Force.
Bercu jumped over a pile of corpses. She could see those that she knew among the dead. How would Piscina deal without their royals? The territory of Vencarzu also would most likely find itself a new leader as well. The smell of death was on the air, making her think of a darker time, back when her family was on the run. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her sister blasting through an entire line of men.
Pan knocked a man to his feet and stared down at him. She shook as her blast began to form. Never had she been in this position before. How could she kill someone? The youngest Son was at a loss when Uub stole her kill. "You need to react faster than that if you're going to be out here," the human snapped.
Pan glared at him. "I don't need you telling me what to do." Without a second thought, she blasted a man who was running for the human. She rolled her eyes at his thank you. "Save your words. Like I want thanks from the likes of you." The quarter saiyan began to use her anger for Uub as her fuel for the battle in front of her. Pan kept imagining each of her foes as if they were her ex. The feeling was glorious. In the back of her mind, she kept tabs on the real Uub. She didn't want to kill the original just yet. A different kind of torture was planned for that.
Polar raced around the room, going up to his third transformation. Sure, he wasn't as strong as Frieza, this was where his power stopped, but it should be enough. Now that he had some back up, they could take care of the trash. "Send them back. You don't have to kill all of them. Remember, we still need to get some information." He cried over the mountains of lost souls. As he said it, another saiyan came from inside the patrol, joining them on the dock. Nappa growled, killing without a second thought. The frost demon thought the scene around him had to look funny to some. A saiyan and a frost demon fighting side by side had to be foreign to some. Even if his wife was a member of the patrol, that didn't mean they got the same missions.
Nappa slammed into a wall the enemy had made, knocking it down using his size. Behind him, Bercu and Pan made strikes, followed by Bercu's sister. It was a barrage of saiyan attacks that were broken up by Uub pushing his way in. The girls glared at him for trying to steal their thunder. The eldest saiyan felt like laughing. This felt like old times. A classic spar on Planet Vegeta…those were the days.
Polar blasted a ship that was attempting to retreat, causing it to explode. Beams of energy were aimed upwards, destroying ship after ship. He growled as he took command of the situation, calling for all fighter ships to clear up the mess before heading off to hyperspace. His cousin would regret attacking him. Frieza would pay dearly.
Bulma looked through a crack in her door as someone came into the room. She could see the armor that was clearly the mark of Frieza's army. She hoped the baby in her arms didn't start crying. It would be the end of her if it did.
The heiress froze in shock as she heard a cry, but not from the child in her arms. It was Tota who had burst into tears. The closet where Chichi had been hiding was discovered. The door was opened, and the housewife popped out, knocking one soldier out with a swift kick. Bulma could have sworn that Chichi broke his neck.
Chichi clapped her hands together, feeling confident. "Tota, Flambee, I told you to be quiet, didn't I?" She smiled, only to feel a searing pain in her back. The housewife didn't even look back as she collapsed to the floor.
"Is this the one?" A soldier asked. It was a strange alien who probably had never seen a human before.
"How am I supposed to know? Just take the chick and the kids." Bulma watched in horror as Chichi was dragged away. Flambee and Tota were also knocked out and removed from the room. She should have done something, but what could she do here? There was no blaster, nor was she a marshal artist. This was a place where her large brain wouldn't be of use. As they disappeared, Bulma crumbled to the floor with the baby in her arms. She began to cry as she wished for her husband. Vegeta would know what to do in this situation. The heiress couldn't help it as she sobbed. If the prince was here, this wouldn't be happening. She hated feeling weak. All she could do was hope that Chichi and the others were okay. Hopefully someone would stop those soldiers before they made it out of the patrol.
The tide had turned. Frieza's men had started to retreat. Polar grinned as he watched ships head into space. Sure, he couldn't stop all of them, but he had gotten some prisoners out of the deal. That meant he could probably get a location out of them. As he stood back and looked over the damage, the frost demon scowled. All of this felt like such a waste of life. He returned to his original form, thanking the saiyans and lone human for their help in the battle. Something didn't seem right though.
A couple of his men came forward, telling him that a room was being guarded by one of the prisoners that was left behind. Quickly, Polar headed to the spot, only to discover a strange man. He could tell that it was saiyan, even if the tail was singed. He wondered who it could be. Going over all of the profiles of the horde, he couldn't find a match. The man in front of him was just too scarred up for that. It wasn't until Grenaade came out of her room that Polar knew exactly who it was. He growled. "Raditz."
The saiyan smirked. "I'm surprised you figured it out so fast. Hell, I'm still getting used to this appearance of mine." It had been a long time since he came face to face with Polar. It had to be at least 30 odd years.
"Where are the others?" the frost demon snarled, wanting to know the location of his wife.
"Oh, I have no idea. See, I almost died. Frieza messed with my head, attached all of this machinal shit, and now here we are. You have to thank my mate here, if I didn't see her, I would still be on a killing spree." He could tell that Polar was puzzled by his words. "The horde discovered Frieza's treachery. They planned to destroy him, so that scoundrel attempted to kill them all. I have no idea where the rest of the horde is, but seeing as he sent me here, Frieza had to fail in doing so."
Polar felt some relief at his words, but then again, Cilky could still be dead. It wasn't much to go on. The frost demon sighed. "Come, we have much to discuss." He looked over the corpses of Aquaria and Aura in the halls. They weren't the only ones. It appeared that that all of Onuin's daughters had been slain. That wasn't going to look good when the press came around. Polar could just hear his superior officers going off on him about such a thing. "You know who killed them?" He said it as a question, even though he already knew the answer.
Raditz caught on to what Polar was saying. "I didn't see anything." This was going to be their little secret. Onuin would probably kill him if he found out about it. The bomber did have an excuse though. He wasn't in his right mind, and it wasn't like Onuin was short on kids…not that he could make up the whole mate murdering thing. The bomber froze in place though as he saw a familiar face. "Old fart?"
Nappa rolled his eyes. He didn't even have to question who it was. No one else had ever called him that. "So, you finally did something with that hair of yours." The older saiyan jeered. If Raditz was here, then there had to be some hope for the others.
Polar sighed. "The time to make up can come later. We need to discuss Frieza's next move." As he spoke though, Bulma came out into the hall. She had a baby in her arms. The heiress's eyes were red from tears. "It's over. We have to make a plan." He began to explain before noticing that Goku's wife wasn't with her. "Where's Chichi?" The frost demon felt a cold spot start to form in his chest. The look on Bulma's face told him enough. "Where's my son?" The housewife was supposed to be looking after Flambee. He trusted her to do some babysitting.
"I…I'm sorry. They came in our room. Chichi was taken…along with the two children," Bulma said, almost losing her footing.
Polar had to remind himself to breathe. His only son was now in the hands of the enemy. He looked down at his hands. What kind of father was he? First, he couldn't save his wife from Frieza, and now his son was with that monster. He growled. The frost demon couldn't comprehend what Frieza had planned.
Raditz looked over at the woman who had joined them. She looked like an older version of Bra. This would make her Vegeta's wife. He was kind of shocked at how mopy she was. This didn't look like a proud queen. But just as he was about to write her off, Bulma's face changed and the woman in front of him became determined. "Trunks, Goku, and Gohan are still out there in space. I'll do some digging and see if I can contact them. If Goku finds out that Chichi's been taken, he will do everything to find her, along with Flambee and Tota."
"What about my Tota?" Gure ran in. The tech-tech queen was in tears. She had already come across the fallen body of her daughter. "Where is she?!" Gure was in a panic as she gave into her grief, slumping to the floor weakly in front of Polar. She blew her nose, looking pitiful.
Raditz wanted to roll his eyes. So, one prince mated with confidence, while the other mated this. He sighed as his own mate grabbed his arm. They were taken down the hall into a large meeting room. He could see that Polar had stayed behind with Tarble's wife. The two of them had to be talking about their children. He looked down at Grenaade as Bulma and Nappa began to search the galaxy franticly. At the same time, the leader of the bomb squad came in. His eyes went to the purple woman beside him. It looked like this guy was overwhelmed. Raditz could tell that he knew nothing about bombs in general. The saiyan sighed. It looked like he did have work to do here.
Grenaade watched with a smile on her face. It looked like the two of them were going to get a happy ending after all.
Polar kept his eyes on Gure as they stood there in the hall. Grief had overtaken him. "This is my fault. I should have had better security."
Gure stared up at him. "What do we do now? I have no way to contact my sons, they could be dead for all I know! That leaves my only heir out there!" she cried. "What if Freiza…" She didn't finish her sentence as she burst into a wretched sob.
The frost demon helped her off the floor. Polar knew it was best if she took some time and lay down. He pushed through the crowds, finding her quarters and laying her down before he planned to leave.
Gure coughed. "Before you go…can you get me a drink?" she asked, pointing to some liquor.
Polar didn't see why not. He opened the bottle and brought it to her, only for his mind to become dizzy. A strange smell hit his nose and the last thing he could remember was Gure's smile before he passed out against her bed.
The tech-tech grinned. "Finally, I have you all to myself. Now, how about I show you a good time?" She giggled darkly, pulling him up on the bed so that she could do the deed. "Soon, I'll be one with the one I love. And it's all thanks to you."
To Be Continued…
Author's Note
Sorry about the lack of updates. There was a lot going on in my life and I started having site problems again. Remember if this is not up every saturday, then try checking AO3 since that sight hadn't been giving me the same headache that this one has.
