(Author's note. I hope this will be the shortest chapter. It really is more of a place holder than anything. The story will start to mingle more with the events of DBZ, but the Guild will still be out in their own. I hope some of you are enjoying the story)

One Year Later

They entered orbit of the blue and green swirled planet. The computer instantly went into security mode. The world below was technologically advance, with radio and vision signals being bounced too and fro on satellites. But it wasn't the technology that caught Bea's attention.

He stiffened in his seat. "Do you feel that?!"

Capsule Corp HQ

Vegeta ducked under the fighting drone. A small blast from his palm obliterated it. Another screamed down at him from overhead. Sweat pour down the Prince's back in the heightened gravity. The drone fired, and Vegeta narrowly missed the stinging beam, as something new caught his attention. "What is that?" He asked to no one particular. He stopped the simulation with a single massive energy wave, then grabbed a towel and headed out to find Kakarrot's Namekian lackey.

Piccolo was not far away meditating in the country side. Vegeta landed nearby him, and Piccolo opened his eyes.

"I feel it too, Vegeta. Four fairly strong power levels."

"None of them are Kakarrot's. But they all seem familiar."

"They're still in orbit."

"Which means they're not likely to be leftovers from Frieza's army. Perhaps they're friends of Garlic Jr." The Prince crossed his arms, looking into the sky. "I wonder…"

Bea pointed to a map scan of the world below, beneath his finger lay a desolate area edged by tall mountains and deserts. "We land here, away from the cities."

Tarma looked nervous, "What of those power levels you felt, my scouter shows one which almost has to be Frieza."

"Multiple multimillion levels." None are Frieza though.

"Have to be his soldiers, Bea, no one else could have powers that high." Even the normally blood thirsty Pikada sounded overwhelmed by the thought. His own level was growing close to 100,000. The thought of multiple foes ten times his strength or better did little to settle his mind.

"What if they're enemies of Frieza?" Asked Angel.

"Enemy of my enemy is my friend…" Replied Tarma.

"Wrong, enemy of your enemy, is nothing but that." Pikada spat out.

"True, but we should check. We don't need Frieza's men coming up behind us when we check the next planet. If these power levels end up being Frieza's allies, well then, I'm strong enough now to destroy this entire planet. They can't survive that, and even if they did, they can't breathe vacuum." Bea responded as he punched in the landing codes. "Unless of course they're from Frieza's home world…"

The ship slowly started to descend.

"Bulma! Use your communications device to contact Krillin and the rest of those weaklings!"

"It's called a telephone, Vegeta, and a please wouldn't kill you, you know."

Vegeta glowered. "Contact them, now. Please. Tell them to meet us on the lookout."

Bulma walked away exasperated, grabbing her phone and punching in Krillin's numbers.

"Hey, Bulma! What's the special occasion?"

The little man sounded cheerful. In the background the Old turtle hermit could be heard watching his "exercise" video.

"Oh, hey, Krillan. Vegeta wants you to get everyone together and meet him up on Kami's, eeer, Dende's lookout."

"Vegeta huh. I bet it's 'cause of those weird powers we've been feeling." He turned his head back towards Master Roshi. "Hey Master Roshi, you know where Tien and Chaozu are training?"

"Hmmm, last I heard they were in the northern mountains training." The old hermit replied absentmindedly.

Krillin repeated this Bulma, then asked, "You know where Yamcha is right?"

"Of course I do, I'll get him."

And so the Z fighters were once again called together.

The Saiyan's vessel had landed in a small valley between two of the mountains, they spent the first few hours camouflaging the ship, then looking for food and water.

"All of the power levels I felt earlier are converging together." Bea said, poking their small fire with a stick. Embers sparked upwards and away from the lizard that cooked on a spit.

"My scouter confirms that, Bea. They have to know we're here." Pikada said between bites of his own lizard.

"That probably means nothing good for us." Replied Angel, as she dug a piece of food from between her back teeth with a rib bone.

"Nope." Pikada said, shaking his head."

Tarma sat staring into the fire. He reached up and took his scouter off, holding it in his lap. The constant reminder of the powerful beings had started to shake him.

Bea stood to retrieve his dinner. "Let's try to hide as much of our power as possible. If they do know we're here, there's not a thing to be done."

Vegeta, Gohan, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Piccolo, and the Inhabitants of the lookout stood on the edge of the huge tower. Vegeta spoke up. "We will go and see who these new strangers are. Any of you that wish not to go, speak up now. If these are Frieza's men the fight could be fierce." He looked decidedly at Yamcha as he said this last part. Korrin gave a small bag of Senzu beans to Krillin, who tucked them into his gi. In a tight formation, the fighters took flight, cruising off towards the unknown people.

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Pikada sat up quickly. He had dozed off after his meal. He could feel something odd. At first he was confused, then suddenly he realized that he could feel a new force, and it was coming closer. Could this be what sensing power levels was like?

Bea landed near the dying fire, he had been setting atop a nearby mountain, performing sentry duty.

"They're coming." He said, then he walked through the camp waking up Tarma and Angel. Together they flew to a wide clear mountaintop. Bea crossed his arms, Angel and Tarma both set their hands on their hips, and Pikada adjusted his sword a bit. In a few moments multiple specks of light appeared, growing closer by the moment. Soon the group landed, and both sets of people stood watching the other for a moment. Tarma began to get nervous, and his tail unwound itself of its own accord, twitching back and forth.

One of the native bunch broke the silence, The one in bright orange clothings had noticed the tail thrashing, and he pointed and exclaimed, "They're Saiyans!"

Vegeta glanced at Yamcha out of the corner of his eye, fighting back the urge to backhand the human for the out burst. He then looked forward again, and began to approach the group.

Bea motioned for his people to stay put, and walked towards the short stranger. As the distance shortened he could see more clearly in the dim light. He stopped walking and stood only two arm lengths away from a face from his past.

"I am Bea, of the Saiyan Mercenaies Guild." He stood a head above the Prince.

"I am Prince Vegeta. Of course you already know that."

"Are you working with Frieza?" They both asked at the same time.

A brief moment of silence, followed by Vegeta speaking. "Frieza is dead."

"Dead? How? Did you kill him Prince Vegeta?"

"No. He was killed on Namek, by a Saiyan named Kakarot. It was a gruesome battle, the planet was destroyed." He looked up at the taller Saiyan, "I take it that you're not one of his men then?"

"No, Once we found out he destroyed our home, we've dedicated our time searching for him, though I admit to knowing not what we'd do with him if we found him. What happened to this Kakarot? Is he dead?"

"He's off in the galaxy somewhere training, I was preparing to leave to search for him." He looked back at the group of fighters, then back to Bea. "Follow me, I'll take you to where I currently live here on Earth. You will be fed," he sniffed, "and allowed to bathe properly. I will have the woman who lives there then acquire you clothing more appropriate to this backwater planet."

"Thank you, Prince Vegeta, we all humbly accept."