It had been just the other day, as he was walking home from Bulma's house, Yamcha had stopped in his tracks, hearing an odd sound. At first he thought it was Puar, but he wasn't with him, and his collar only tinkled. This bell sort of jangled. He couldn't believe his eyes for a long moment, as he saw her, simply sitting on a bench, with a small pallet of white milk bottles in her lap. Her head was down, and she was huffing, her cheeks reddened.
"Miyuki?" He questioned, cocking his head. She looked up quickly, hearing his voice, a pair of white and orange ears pricked on her head. Yamcha grinned, seeing her startled expression that was so endearing.
"Oh, Yamucha! What a relief!" She sighed, and he walked closer, feeling surprised that anybody would be relieved to see him.
"Why? Uh... What are you doing?" He questioned, coming close to sit next to her on the bench. Her cheeks turned rosy as he did, and she stared down at the milk bottles.
"Well you see, I was putting in the order for milk at the hospital, and the truck that usually picks it up, never showed up. They said, if someone doesn't come soon, we'll have to leave it out and it'll spoil. So I offered to come get it... But," She sighed, looking embarrassed as she told the tale. Yamcha listened, nodding at her to go on.
"Well, it was simply too heavy for me to get up the hill, and I broke some, and it got all over me." She said dejectedly, and gently licked her wrist where there was a scratch. Yamcha saw it, and grasped her arm carefully, looking concerned.
"Miyuki! You're bleeding! Come on, I'll take those for you." Yamcha said, and she nodded hesitantly.
"But what about you? Oh Yamucha! Who hurt your poor nose!" She said, and cupped his scarred cheek in her hand, stroking it with her thumb as she took a good look at his nose.
"Oh, I-its nothing, I- I ran into a- cookie- cooking... sheet." He said, thoroughly embarrassed, his face turning beet red.
"Well, it looks to me it could possibly be fractured! You should be more careful." She said sweetly, then kissed the tip of his nose. A shiver went through him, and he was speechless as she pulled back, and giggled. Yamcha regained his composure, and stood, taking the pallet off her lap. It wasn't that heavy, but he would take her word for it, if it was hard to get up the hill, he wouldn't shame her for not being strong enough. She was just a pretty little thing, after all.
Miyuki stood, and directed him where to go, and he carted the milk jugs, the glass bottles tinking together with each step, as the streetlights lit, and the coolness of the late summer night calmed their heated faces. "...So, why did they hit you, Yamucha? You can't fool me, you didn't just run into it. I know an injury when I see one, and that was from blunt trauma with a hard object." She stated calmly, making him gulp. "Well... I was hit for being an idiot. I said a lot of selfish, untrue things just because I was mad at myself and couldn't fix it all. It was too late. Bulma... doesn't love me anymore." He sighed, watching the leaves cascade over the sidewalk.
Miyuki thought for a moment, her blue eyes widening with realization, before sighing. "Thank you for telling the truth. The best thing you can do, is admit that you made a mistake, and try to learn from it. I understand." She said softly, and Yamcha felt his anxiety slightly calming from her words.
"I know Bulma, her and I are acquaintances through the emergency infirmary at her complex. She has a friend there she cares very much about... She will heal with time."
Yamcha didn't respond, as they arrived at the hospital, and they delivered the milk. Then, she took him aside to check on his nose, bringing him to a small room in the back. Yamcha followed, watching Miyuki wince as she washed her cut up hands. He looked around, and saw a roll of medical tape, and gauze. He waited until she turned back, then pulled her good wrist towards him.
"Wait. Let's get you taken care of, first." He said, and Miyuki giggled, as he set her down on the examination table, and looked at her inquisitively, tapping his knuckle on her knee.
"Reflexes are good." He said, as her leg kicked out. Then, he took her leg, and shook it. "Nice to meet you, I'll be your doctor today." He said playfully, and let go of her leg. "Nice to meet you.. Doctor." Miyuki said shily, and he supplied an answer. "Jones, Yamcha, Jones." He supplied, using the made up name Puar had given him. He took her wrist, and carefully applied the ointment she told him to use, then wrapped it with the gauze, and taped it securely.
"Ok, that's enough! If the head surgeon catches us playing doctor, I'll be in trouble! Now, let me see your nose."
They switched spots, and Miyuki gave it a test wiggle. Yamcha hissed with pain, but as she inspected his injury, she concluded it wasn't broken, just badly bruised, and placed a bandage there, then gave him an ice pack for it. Yamcha held it on his nose, looking bashful, as Miyuki went to go clean up, and change into dry clothes. She came back a while later, wearing a blue dress, with tiny white cats on it, a white little bow around the waist. Yamcha looked up when he heard her collar jangle, and smiled, noticing how pretty she looked.
Miyuki blushed slightly, adjusting the purse on her shoulder.
"My shift is over.. Would you mind walking me home? It's late." She said, looking embarrassed by her request. Yamcha shook his head no, not phased at all. It had been extremely dark as of late, with the Eclipse and all, the sun was blocked out entirely, and there was no moon. Plus, he didn't think she should walk all alone.
They walked in near silence, just the sound of her little bells jingling as they walked down the sidewalk, towards the pretty suburban area of town, where she lived. Miyuki spoke up after a while, after much preparing, and finally asked the question she had been dying to ask.
"Yamucha... Would you, also mind...Being my date to the gala dance this weekend?" She said, then flinched as he stopped in place, the whites of his eyes wide in the dark.
"Gala? Like, a big party...? Let me guess... Bulma put you up to this. Her family is the only one that throws crazy things like that." He said, suddenly sullen.
"No! She just told me to bring a date. She didn't say who... I want to go with you." She said softly, and he smiled.
"..Ok. I'd be happy to take you! Just as long as Bulma doesn't mind. I'm not exactly... welcome around there." He said happily, his dark brown eyes beaming down into her dark blue irises.
"Thank you, Yamucha... I'm sure they won't mind. I would love to dance with you. Make sure you dress nice." She said, blinking up at him. Yamcha nodded, taking her hands. He felt the urge to kiss her, and she seemed like she would let him, but then he backed away slightly, deciding, perhaps this time, he should take it slow.
"Let's get going, Miyuki. We'll be the nicest looking couple there, guaranteed!"
He led her home, and Miyuki made a tiny purring sound as they walked, her tail trying to wrap around his arm. Yamcha blushed, and walked her to the door. They said their good nights, and exchanged cell phone numbers. Once Yamcha heard the tumbler turn in the door signifying she was locked safely inside, he sighed heavily, turning back to walk home.
"Oh, come on! So you're telling me, you were able to get the machine up to 200gs, but you were too scared to TEST IT?!" Bulma yelled loudly, tapping her foot as she argued with the technician on the phone, rolling her eyes as she waited for him to answer. A personal fashion designer had been hired just for this event, months in advance, and now they were sitting in wait for her to get off the phone, the many different color variations of the ball gown she had helped design on racks, as he stood waiting in the large lounge room with a patient smile.
"Yes, I know that! You're ridiculous, there is NO way that I can have the Gravity Chamber disassembled, and put back together by Saturday! Don't you dare touch anything, or you're FIRED!" She screamed, making the designer who was inspecting one of the gowns drop it, startled.
"No, not you! Him!" She groaned, then hung up the phone, crossing her arms and growling with her rage, not realizing just how badly she was intimidating the designer, with her almost perfect imitation of Vegeta.
"Would you like some more espresso, Mr. Franti? Bulma, would you care for a ... Please don't yell at mister Franti-chino?" Bunny said carefully, toting a tray of various cappuccino drinks, and éclairs.
"Ugh, I'm sorry! It's just that idiot back at my campus lab, they can't figure out how to move the Gravity Chamber here without taking it all apart!" She grumbled, sitting down on the couch, and taking a cup of coffee. The designer and Bunny joined her, as a shadow darted from behind a plant, and towards the kitchen to search for more of those tasty smelling little cappuccino-like drinks.
Vegeta stopped in the kitchen, looking around for a moment, and came across Dr. Brief, who was just finishing making himself an espresso with the new coffee machine he'd come up with.
"Vegeta, my good man! Just the man I'd like to see! How are you patching up?" He said, as Vegeta hesitated a moment, then came to stand beside the little scientist, peering down at the shiny new machine, while also stealing a sniff of the espresso. The doctor turned before he could try and snatch it. Vegeta grumbled, knowing he may have to trade a few words in exchange for the coffee.
"I feel absolutely fine, 100%." He said, and he wasn't lying. Gone were the bandages, and the sword wound was healed up completely. In fact, as Dr. Briefs turned, and examined him with inquiring eyes, he noticed a startling difference in Vegeta. Everything about him, had somehow intensified. His voice was much deeper, his eyes were darker, hair, blacker, his skin, richer. His muscle tone, thickened exponentially, and his height, he imagined Vegeta had grown at least 5 inches overnight! Not to mention, Vegeta had an interesting fragrance, that was very strange, like sharp, woodsy pine, and aromatic caramel.
Vegeta sniffed him back, as it was customary, then snorted back, smelling only the scent of cigarettes and kitty litter coming from the cat on his shoulder. He spat in disgust.
"What are you sniffing at?" He snapped, and Dr. Briefs chuckled softly, moving to show Vegeta the coffee machine.
"Nothing at all, say, what's your preference, espresso, frappuccino, or mocha latte frappe?" He said, and Vegeta looked at him as if he were speaking an alien language.
"I prefer it black, not so much sugar." He said curtly, and Dr. Briefs nodded, pressing the button for espresso. As he waited, he tossed a little cube in his hand, with many different colored squares, and began twisting it, turning the colored cubes in different ways to try and line them up.
"Mom! Can we please not talk about this right now!? There are more important things than what Vegeta and I were doing down in the lab last night!" Bulma yelled, and Vegeta jumped slightly, the mark on his neck indicating that her rage was sending her into a frenzied state, and it made his tail begin to wag back and forth involuntarily, twitching anxiously.
The doctor tutted, setting down the cube to fix Vegeta's coffee.
"Thankfully, that was just my hobby lab, and not the business lab. Alot of our precious memorabilia was damaged in there, though, I'm afraid. The worst loss, being Bulma's work from when she was a child genius, all destroyed. Thankfully, she keeps a replica of the Dragon Radar stored away at all times in case of emergency." He informed him, as Vegeta picked up the cube, and turned the tiles, frowning at this news.
"There is nothing that can be done?" Vegeta said, biting his lower lip as he solved the puzzle in record time, and handed it back to her father. Dr. Briefs took it, startled, looking at the cube, then back at Vegeta in wonder.
"W-Well, some things could perhaps be taken apart, and thoroughly dried, removing the rust, and parts too damaged to save... So that, er... Vegeta, you madlad! I know from befriending your comrade Raditz, that certain Saiyans-- unlike Goku, are capable of achieving great bounds and leaps in groundbreaking scientific, and mechanical knowledge. With how quickly you solved that Rubik's Cube, it makes me wonder, how may I measure your potential intelligence?" He asked, staring at Vegeta owlishly with his reflective spectacles. Vegeta furrowed his brows at him, about to retort back nastily, but he hesitated, instead sipping his espresso.
He had felt a difference from before when he woke up the morning after he and Bulma's mating ceremony had been fully commenced. Was he not only, stronger and taller, but also, smarter?
"I give up! Just pick one, surprise me! I have more important matters at the moment, like the deconstruction of my Gravity Chamber!" Bulma exclaimed with a huff, storming out of the lounge, and towards upstairs to go sulk in her room. Vegeta glanced at her, as her movement activated the sliding electric doors, then at the Rubik's Cube, finding his mind was absolutely buzzing with knowledge.
Rubik's Cube. He'd heard that word before. Sliding electric doors in which you may be transported.
"The composition of the campus building is similar to the concept of a Rubik's Cube at its most exponential form, as the entire building is unique in that it is capable of transporting itself, and alternating its own structure; thus meaning, a portal could be opened in the exterior wall of the structure in order to release the Gravity Chamber, in its entirety, and remove it easily and efficiently without damage!" Vegeta said quickly, making both Bulma, and Dr. Briefs freeze in place.
Bulma slowly turned, then her eyes lit up with excitement, and Dr. Briefs clapped Vegeta on the back enthusiastically.
"Right-O! Great point, Vegeta my boy! Truly remarkable, you are a fitting suitor for my Bulma here, with that sharp intellect!" Dr. Briefs praised him, and he blushed with his embarrassment at how he'd spewed out his idea without hesitation, and now her father was thinking of marrying his daughter off to him!
"Oh, Vegeta! You really listened to me, didn't you? That's such a great idea!" Bulma said warmly, coming up to hug him, a relieved expression on her face as she embraced him.
"If only you were good at picking out dresses too!" She sighed, and he shrugged.
"The red one, of course. The red symbolizes your success in battle, to be bathed in crimson on one's commencement day is very commonplace when fledgling Elites are sworn into duty, not to mention, it is a regal color for any suitor of mine." He said, then coughed, trying to cover up the words he'd just gone and spewed out uncontrollably, releasing Bulma, and coughing with slight exaggeration into his hand, blaming his word vomit on the espresso he slammed on the table.
"Wow... You're right. You know, I think I will take the red one." Bulma said, and Mr. Franti clapped his hands enthusiastically, giggling with Bunny at how smart and sexy Vegeta was.
"We have a winner! Great choice, Bulma, let's get you fitted, darling!~" He exclaimed, and she nodded, taking off into the other room, as Dr. Briefs and Vegeta watched.
"Hmm... Was it truly the color of blood that inspired your choice...? Or is it just my nagging suspicion, that you are attracted to my daughter?" The old man stated, and Vegeta whirled around in shock.
"How-" He began, but was quickly cut off.
"Yes, in fact, highly attracted. You think I've never seen a hickey before, sonny?" He said, poking Vegeta's mating mark with his pen. Vegeta cringed, feeling uncomfortable with someone else touching it other than Bulma.
"It's... ah, more than just a little mark." He said softly, hesitant to further explain what it actually was.
"I see. Whatever it is... I sense, you're in head over heels, infatuated with my Bulma! And I just want to tell you, I approve." He said, patting Vegeta on the shoulder. Vegeta calmed his surprise, looking down in wonder.
"My little Bulma is a big girl, she no longer requires a bodyguard, you are hereby, freed from your duties! A knight's code of honour states that he may not have involvement with a Princess while sworn under her protection. But, my Princess has chosen you, Vegeta. And I assure you, It would be a great honor to have your royal blood in the veins of our next heir to the Capsule Corporation." He stated, with a firm nod, and Vegeta, feeling oddly generous this afternoon, bowed at the waist, his hand over his racing heart, tapping twice as he thanked him.
"It is with great honor, I accept your offer." He said respectfully, and stood. At that moment, Vegeta resembled his father in the morning light, as the red corona of the Eclipse shone in through the windows, and tinged his raven hair with auburn highlights, the contours of his aristocratic face shaped by golden light, as the small earthling male reached out his pale little hand, and Vegeta's large, bronze skinned hand enveloped his, and they shook hands, sealing their agreement.
"Now that we're all agreed, give me your honest opinion of the espresso, be as critical as necessary."
"It tastes like utter crap. I wouldn't feed it to a retainer, let alone; be caught dead with that vile concoction in my mouth. Now, tell me, what's this 'Frappuccino' composed of...?" Vegeta mused, and smirked as the little man eagerly got to telling him all the details.
The clinking and breaking of glass could be heard from within the small, destitute looking apartments; as the trash cans outside indicated, somebody was inside emptying out their apartment. An eviction notice was tacked up on the door, as well as red paint splatter, reading "CHEETER", in big, bloody looking letters. A small hover car pulled up to the sidewalk, exhaust fumes pouring out the loud muffler. Just as the car parked, Yamcha came out, hauling two large black garbage bags, with a frown on his face.
He set the bags on the curb, along with a ratty looking old couch, and a broken television. Vandals had broken into his apartment while he was in the hospital, trashing everything, as well as stealing all his valuables, which were a measly few. The culprit here was easy to guess, by the misspelling of the word 'Cheater,' and the context behind it. Yamcha knew the perpetrator was Fancy, and some of her hoodlum friends. Luckily, he had left his car in the lot behind the restaurant he used to work at, and she wasn't smart enough to realize that's where it was.
Oolong and Puar hopped out of the car, toting buckets of white paint, and brushes to try and cover up the damage done. Yamcha waved, mustering a small grin.
"Hey Oolong, glad you could make it." He said, placing his hands on his hips. He wasn't wearing much beside a tattered old pair of black pants, the kind he'd worn even before receiving Master Roshi's training. "No problem, Yammy, say, you gonna give that gal a piece of your mind?" Oolong snorted, gesturing with his thumb at the door. "Yeah! I told you that Fancy was a troublemaker!" Puar huffed, as he flew up with a paint bucket, and tried to bonk Yamcha over the head.
Yamcha grabbed the bucket before Puar could swing it at him, and tossed it up in the air. It spun a few times, then he caught it by the handle, not losing a drop of paint. Puar and Oolong looked on in amazement, as a clapping could be heard from behind Yamcha, who was beaming with pride.
"Fancy footwork, a bit choppy, but it'll do." Master Roshi said from behind, as he and Turtle came out, a bra dangling from Roshi's pocket. The old Turtle snagged the brassiere, and tossed it in the trash, distracting the hermit a moment as he rifled through the trash, and nabbed it, stuffing it in his back pocket, before turning his attention back on Yamcha.
"You think?" Yamcha said, whirling around.
"I hope I'm quick enough to impress Miyuki!" He said, and chuckled, the apples of his cheeks reddening.
"Eheh, sure! Why, maybe I could give ya some dancin' lessons, back in the day I was a real swinger!" Master Roshi grinned, taking Turtle's flipper, and twirling him around, until he turned even greener in the face, and begged him to stop, plopping down on the ground, little stars circling his head with dizziness.
Yamcha turned, and walked back inside, looking around at the barren apartment. The others followed, Puar floating up to his shoulder. "I'm sure Miyuki will love to dance with you, Yamcha, plus, I'll be right there to guide you!" The blue little cat said perkily, with a wide smile. Yamcha nodded, not answering him right away, as he looked at the wall, and sighed. Huge black letters were slashed across the wall, reading, 'Rapist!.'
It broke his heart to see this, truly. He didn't know how Fancy could have possibly found out about it, but she had a way of figuring out things by snooping online, or hacking into other people's private accounts. He lowered his head, scratching Puar's ears.
"Do you guys really think I deserve a second chance...? Do I.. deserve to be with a nice girl like Miyuki, after messing things up so bad with Bulma?" He said softly, so quietly they could barely hear him. The room was silent for a long moment, as Oolong removed his cap, his ears drooping, and Master Roshi stepped closer, his cane tapping on the floor.
An angered expression was on his face, as he stared down Yamcha through his thick sunglasses. Yamcha gulped, realizing that his master meant business with that look. Roshi quickly fell into a fighting stance, his cane posed to strike. Yamcha stiffened, startled, and Puar jumped away.
"Listen here, you young, stupid brat! The time for cryin' is over! I won't sit with ya no more, and wipe the snot from your sniffling nose! A man only gets what he deserves, if he fights hard enough to earn it!" Master Roshi growled, and Yamcha slowly moved, his hands, forming into claw like shape, as he moved one leg out to the side, the other in.
"I'm not crying! I'm not a little brat! I deserve to be happy again!" Yamcha snapped, saying a mantra to give himself confidence; his brows lowering angrily. Oolong and Turtle moved back, hiding behind some boxes of Yamcha's possessions. Then, before any of them could blink, Master Roshi swung his cane, going to take out Yamcha's knees, but he jumped up incredibly quick, and landed on the cane, before forcing two hands together, and knocking Roshi back with a quick Ki blast.
"Master!" Turtle and Puar cried out in unison, shocked that the two would trade blows in the small apartment. Master Roshi jumped back, huffing, and tossed his cane off to the side.
"Oh yeah, so you got some spunk left after all, eh? What are you gonna say to that little filly after the ball?" Master Roshi snapped, forming a snake-like shape with his hand, and jabbing for Yamcha's diaphragm to knock the wind out of him. Yamcha quickly dodged, sucking his stomach in, then reared forth, and headbutted Master Roshi.
"You look beautiful tonight! Would you like to go on a date with me?!" Yamcha yelled, The old man fell back at the same time as he did, right onto their backs, crying out in pain. "Oww! Ow-chie!" They both hissed and moaned, rubbing their heads, then Yamcha shot up, his back ramrod straight.
"My toof! Master Woshi, I wost a toof!" Yamcha cried, clutching his aching mouth with both hands. A gold tooth clattered on the floor, and Oolong snatched it up, holding it, and turning it this way and that in the light.
"Who cares about a missing tooth?! This baby's solid gold, Yamcha!" The pig exclaimed greedily, then Puar flew over, and wrestled with him for the tooth. "That's Yamcha's, he needs it! Give it back, or else Miyuki will see!" The cat cried, as they rolled around in a dust cloud, quickly changing forms, Puar changed into a tiger, and Oolong changed into a Pelican, pecking him on the head while he roared, and tried to claw for the tooth hidden in Oolong's throat pouch. Master Roshi chuckled, taking off his broken glasses, and grinning wide for Yamcha to see.
"Lookit my mouth! I'm missing so many teeth, I can't even keep the drool in no more!" He said, then cackled with amusement as Yamcha's features slumped, his hands dropping, as the missing tooth that Goku had knocked out all those years ago was revealed.
"Well, I suppose it's not so bad... After all, Bulma still liked me when I looked like this. I'm sure Miyuki won't care.." He said with a dejected sigh, looking down at the floor. There was a triumphant roar, then a loud squawking, as Puar had pinned down Oolong, and got the tooth from him. He shrunk down to size, and flew back quickly, handing Yamcha the tooth.
"Quick! Stick it back in!" He urged, and Yamcha shook his head, grinning.
"It's alright, Puar. I don't need it. I always thought it looked too flashy, anyway." He said, and ruffled his ears, Puar looking confused.
"Huh? But..."
"He's right! Gimme back that tooth, I know a great pawnshop dealer that takes gold teeth! I promise, I swear on my mother's honey glazed rump, that I'll give you all the profits, 100%!" He pleaded, and Yamcha looked somewhat suspicious.
"I don't know, I'm not sure I can trust either... But, I do need extra cash for a suit, and a nice corsage for Miyuki. Think you can talk him up to that?"
"You betcha!" Oolong said, poofing into a copy of Bulma, wearing a Bunny costume.
"How's this?" He said, wiggling his hips. Yamcha frowned, and Master Roshi said,
"Ehh." and stuck out his tongue. Then, Oolong poofed, and transformed into Fancy, wearing a tiny black dress and high heels, with big, teased blonde hair.
"Or this?"
"Hot dog!" Master Roshi yelled, reaching to grab for him, but Turtle stopped him, shaking his head.
"It's just Oolong, Master!"
Yamcha snorted, "That'll definitely attract a sleazy guy, but not me. The Bulma one is cute, but too chubby." He said with a shake of his head, then stood, helping Master Roshi up as well.
"Great idea, Yam Yam baby! I'm on my way!" Oolong said, blowing a big bubblegum bubble, and snapping it as he sauntered out of the apartment to go see what he could get for the tooth. Master Roshi watched him walk out, then chucked, patting Yamcha's hands.
"You still got it, Yamcha! You're a good kid! Don't forget that this time around, you can't go breaking that lil ladies heart, got it?" He said sternly, and Yamcha nodded.
"I got it. I promise, I've learned my lesson. I'll never do anything like what I did in the past, again. I can't thank you enough, Master Roshi. You've reminded me who I really am again, for a while there, I lost my way. But now, I think I'm ready to get back on my feet. I'm going to get my act together, and I don't ever want to be like I was ever again." He said, releasing his hands.
Yamcha bent down, and grabbed a paint bucket, dipping a big brush in it. He walked over, and slapped a big slash of white paint over the offensive words, and began painting over it, in big letters, he simply wrote, 'Yamcha'. To symbolize, he wasn't ever going to be called a cheater, or a rapist again, but just Yamcha. The good, the bad, the ugly, he was just a human being with flaws, but that didn't mean he couldn't move on, and redeem himself once and for all.
Far away from the city, and far into the forest, a strange creature had come upon a small, injured Saiyan child. A child of Saiyå. The hatchling took the child back to its birthplace, in the sheer remnants of the mountain, in a small cave where she had hatched. Calliope, was her name. She came from an ancient time before what we know now as the modern era. She existed in a time, before man.
In a time, when upon her expulsion from her mother, she had somehow landed here. Time had been gradual for her, as Calliope washed dirt and blood away from the child, treating him gently, as Gohan was still in tender condition. In her time, women of her species nurtured children, they laid their eggs, and watched over them, covering them in a thick, protective green ooze, like the slugs their species was rumored to have originated from. Calliope brushed Gohan's hair back from his brow, feeling the smoothness of it, where hers had long green antennae.
Calliope was one of the only, in fact, perhaps the sole female Namekian alive, beside her creator. The Guardian of Ryokama. Obœ was the mother of the red planet, who had spawned her from her body, expelling her evil from inside, so that she may be pure of heart enough to watch over Ryokama. But, as Calliope held her hands over the boy, and mended his tattered clothing with her magic; she showed no evil as of yet to speak of.
She looked down at her unclothed body, and back to the child's; thinking perhaps, it would be inappropriate to appear before him in this way, she held her hands over herself, and closed her eyes. Clothing herself in a criss-crossing white bandeau top that looped around her neck, with white sleeves, and a long, body hugging purple skirt, with sandals to protect her feet. Gold jewelry adorned her throat, and around her trim waist. Delicate chains connected her outfit, and dripped down her well-toned abdomen, as she at last was satisfied with her appearance, leaving her head free of any garments, she wore her bald scalp with no shame.
Calliope gathered Gohan up, and carried him on her back as she looked around herself, deciding she would leave the forest, and head towards that strange energy signature up ahead.
Tien closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He was some distance away from the others, but on the tiny planet it was difficult to really 'get away,' with everyone else besides Goku outside. King Kai was teaching Chiaotzu and Krillin how to use the spirit bomb today. Chiaotzu was having a harder time of it than Krillin, who had picked up on it fairly well, but neither of them were quite as adept as he. Tien folded his hands together and attempted to meditate as well as he could, attempting to hone his mental strength.
He focused on his breathing, listening to each long, leveled breath. Concentrated on the thrum of blood pulsing in his ears, as he gradually attempted to calm his heart down to a relaxed pace. Tien imagined himself drifting down a lazy river, the oar of his canoe dunking in the water with each stroke. Something odd tingled at the edges of his senses, as he shook his head slightly, almost taking him out of his meditative state. There was a soft scent like sour lemon, and sweet maple syrup. His heart tightened in his chest as the scent evoked memories of Launch, cooking breakfast in the early morning. Cool lemonade soothing down a parched throat. Then, there was a soft ulation, something at first he was unable to place. What made a cooing sound like that? Tien concentrated on diving deeper into his subconscious; determined to find out what it was trying to tell him.
He pulled the canoe up to shore, and tied the rope off on a wooden stump. Stepping out of the water, he dried his feet off in the silky grass as he walked. He dimly understood that he was at a deep state of meditation, as now everything was becoming increasingly tangible.
Ooo.There was a cooing once again, then a giddy giggle, as he came upon the source at last. Tien stode through the waist high weeds, parting the cat tails to see a small infant tucked into the petals of a pink lotus flower, settled atop a shallow mud puddle. It's tiny pink feet curled up to its body, as it's fists clutched an odd brown appendage. Tien came closer to the infant, carefully leaning down to pick it up, and cradle it in his arms. A quick glance told him the child was a female, and the brown appendage was a tail. He furrowed his brows in confusion, tracing his fingertips down her powdery soft cheek and wiping a small spot of dirt away as she slept.
"Who are you?" He inquired softly, and the child opened her eyes. Tien was stunned by the radiance of her eyes; brown ringed irises with green centers. Then, a third eye opened, and he felt his stomach drop. It was his child he was holding, that was the only explanation, and it could have only been with Launch. A hot trail of moisture leaked down his cheek quickly as he gently rocked the child against his bare chest, stroking her tiny features with his fingertips.
The only way this could be happening, right now, is if this child had passed through the other world.
"I'm so sorry little one... Do you have a name?" He said, walking with her through the meadow. Small prismatic orbs circled around him, tinking as they resonated with an ethereal tone.
"Well, you're a little girl. So I can't name you Tien. That's my name. And Launch isn't here, so she can't help me pick." He chuckled softly, as the child stared up at him. "What should we call you?..." He whispered, and the orbs hummed softly around him, as if whispering.
"You need a name, don't you? ...I'll call you, Naein. That's a pretty name, right?" He soothed, and she giggled.
"Yes. Naein." Tien smiled down at the infant, then was startled, as she disappeared with a pop of laughter. He waved goodbye, nodding to the orbs as they slowly faded.
"Rest well." Tien said, then opened his eyes. "Tien!" A voice called, and he stood up from the lotus position, stretching out his stiff limbs. "I did it, I was able to do the spirit bomb!" Chiaotzu said, being followed by Krillin and King Kai, who carried a wicker basket on his arm, Bubbles trailing beside him.
"That's great! Good job, Chiaotzu!" Tien said, smiling at everyone. King Kai set down his basket, and unfurled a large blanket out onto the grass for all of them to sit on, as he opened the picnic basket, and revealed the goodies inside.
"Come on, let's take a seat now. You boys have all done very well with your training. A reward is in order!" King Kai said, and began passing around the snacks.
Tien took a bean dumpling, pulling away the paper to let out the steam, as he smelled the decadence of the spirit world snacks.
"Goku would really like this." Krillin said, opening up an entire box of onigiri rice balls. Tien nodded in agreement, and they then enjoyed their picnic together.
...
A large hand dangled off the love seat where Goku had been at rest now for a few days, sluggishly coming up to scratch the back of his head, as he turned his face, and licked his lips.
"Oh... Did you make enough for everyone?" He muttered in his sleep, his eyebrows twitching as his dream of Chi-Chi making lunch for him made his stomach growl.
"Thanks cheech. I love your cooking.." Goku mumbled, sitting up, his eyes closed completely. His arms dangled between his legs as he slowly nodded.
"Uh-huh." Then, he stood, and began walking sluggishly, feeling alongside the wall with one hand, as he made heavy footsteps towards the bathroom. One hand found something cool, and he leaned against the wall as he emptied his bladder into the sink instead of the toilet, sighing as the heavy trinkle came out. Then, Goku pulled up his pants, and followed his nose towards the kitchen, where the scent of the picnic foods still lingered.
"... something.. smells yummy." He mumbled, dragging his feet towards the refrigerator, and dropping to his knees, as his arms gathered up the food, and he began eating anything and everything in radius, all the while, still at sleep. King Kai had caught onto his little sleepwalking trips, and had prepared a whole tray of food for the daily occasion. He found it easily on the bottom shelf, filled right up like a troth, all he had to do was take the lid off, and dive in.
...
Kakarot's stomach gurgled, and he groaned. He placed one hand over it, feeling a familiar stretching sensation. Over the last few days, he'd been noticing it more often, his stomach would slowly stretch out and feel as if it were bloated while he wasn't even eating. When he did eat, he didn't fill himself right up to the brim, even though he could if he wanted to. Being a soldier in Frieza's army had taught him to take what he could get, and be smart enough to save a little for later. He'd never stuff himself so full he couldn't walk, in the case he needed to suddenly go on a mission. The warrior groaned again, slowing down in mid air, as Chi-Chi still clung around his back, resting.
"What's wrong, dad?" Gohan asked, slowing down as well. They'd been flying now for some time, and the boy probably was hungry too, and Chi-Chi could use a bed, if she was going to nap, there were much more comfortable places then on his armour.
"Just a gut ache again. I need to rest a moment." Kakarot groaned, resting one hand on his stretched out armour.
"You have a pot belly, that's why." Gohan stated bluntly, and Kakarot looked down. He screwed his brows together, thinking the only time he ever got a distended stomach like this, was from drinking too much malt liquor.
"I see that. It's certainly odd, you know. I'm not even hungry." He said aloud, and Gohan chucked.
"That is weird! You're usually always hungry!" The boy said, and Kakarot nodded. He'd been made aware of his alter self, and concluded that whatever was happening to him here, could potentially be caused by his other self who had recently become more intrusive mentally and physically. He flew down towards the forest, sensing a small energy signature deep in the woods that he had never sensed before. In fact, he wasn't sure if he even had covered this area before, when he had purged this planet quite some years ago.
"Are we going home now, dad?" Gohan asked, and Kakarot nodded quickly. He sensed it; home. He knew through some odd feeling in the back of his mind, that he was flying a path that he had learned by habit, thanks to Goku. Gohan took off down towards the small buildings in the middle of the woods, where a small opening of land was tucked away, the blue blanket on his shoulders fluttering. Kakarot frowned as he followed, faintly hoping that whatever mess was inside wouldn't scare the boy too bad. Kakarot turned his face to look at Chi-Chi and frowned. He would have been in great ape form, and even a brave woman like Chi-Chi wouldn't be able to get through to him.
"Gohan, wait!" Kakarot yelled, suddenly surging forth at that thought. He flew towards him quickly, and yanked him back not so gently by his cape. Gohan yelped, then struggled a small amount as Kakarot attempted to tuck him under his arm.
"It's not wise to just fly in unchecked like that, we need to be cautious!" He growled, and was startled to hear a small growl back, as Gohan bit his arm. Chi-Chi opened her eyes, hearing the commotion, and looked around herself wildly.
"We're home!" She gasped, and Gohan cried out, "Let me go! I want to go home!" Kakarot held them back, feeling he had made a mistake following the path he'd been following. But then, he heard a beeping from in his armour. Kakarot looked down, seeing the green glow of the radar. "The dragon balls!" Both Gohan and Chi-Chi exclaimed; and Kakarot found it was futile to try and resist at that point. He flew down to the ground, and let them both jump out of his grip, while he stood a distance away, watching with a heavy feeling in his stomach, what if...?
He watched as they ran towards the house, bursting through the door, and found himself running after them in a panic, his heart racing. He was for once, terrified that they would find out the truth about him, the horrible secret he had been hiding!
"Wait! Don't go in! Chi-Chi! Gohan!" Kakarot cried out, his voice cracking as he heard the oddly familiar creaking of an old wooden door, and then, the scent of home that evoked everything he found faint memories of in Chi-Chi. Green tea in the morning, white rice with eggs and pork bacon for breakfast. A kettle of water boiling over the hearth, to soothe his dry sinuses in the winter, as he warmed his feet by the fire. The scent of freshly washed linen, and squeaky clean soap on her small white hands. Chi-Chi. This was home.
They all came into the living area, and turned to see the woman washing her hands at the sink. She looked at all of them for a long moment, with an expression of disbelief, as her, and the real Chi-Chi stared at one another. Then, she promptly fainted.
"...Heheh, yes, this body will do nicely." Piccolo said in a distorted voice, as he looked down at himself, patting his muscular chest, then back at Raditz, who stepped back a pace, his fists clenched.
"Piccolo?" He questioned, hoping that he was still present, but it was proving fruitless as Vulcane chuckled through his newly acquired body, darting his third eye at Raditz, and chanting quickly.
"Hyōketsu!" He snapped, his eyes alighting crimson. Raditz froze in place; expecting he was about to be harmed, but nothing. Vulcane hissed in anger, as Raditz lowered his shoulders, looking at himself curiously, and seeing that no harm had been done to him. Raditz realized this, and smirked at him.
"You can't use your little spells anymore, can you? That freezing trick stopped working about the time you tried to use it on Piccolo..." Raditz said, in an amused voice as he feigned cockiness; knowing that this was Piccolo, he may be possessed at the moment, but this rendered all of Vulcane's typical attacks obsolete, he could only perform attacks within Piccolo's skill range.
Vulcane growled back at him, looking down at himself, and bringing forth Piccolo's energy, his white cape fluttering out around him as he tested his new ki out.
Raditz did the same in turn, flaring his energy out around him, feeling an untapped power just beneath the surface he would save for when he truly needed it.
"Foolish simian, you think that I don't understand the powers of a Namekian? I understand how to use this body even better than it's host. I enslaved his people in the past and rendered them a stagnant society with no way to flourish or grow. I could have killed them all, but I found they have very special little baubles they can make, and plenty of energy to fuel my Eclipse!" He chuckled, looking up to the cave ceiling, as golden light rushed out around him, and the earth around them rumbled.
"You're just as terrible as Frieza!" Raditz growled, his thick mane raising up slightly from his back as white and ruby energy coursed out around him. "We'll both be trapped in this tunnel together if we fight at our full strength! You're no match for Piccolo! You've no idea the skill and dedication it took for him to learn his special techniques!" Raditz chided towards him sharply, raising both hands in preparation to blast if necessary. Vulcane tossed Piccolo's head back with laughter, crossing his arms.
" 'Special techniques!' Ha! I'll show you what's so special about your green friend here!" He shouted, and lowered his face, quickly looking toward Raditz, he blasted energy beams out of his eyes, aiming for Raditz's feet. Raditz jumped back, and the rays made a deep crack in the ground before him, from which thick, maroon liquid gushed forth. Raditz coughed into his hand, nearly gagging from the sickly sweet scent of blood that seemed to just be oozing out from a crack in the earth. Vulcane stayed in place, using his telekinetic ability to lift his discarded sword into the air, then drop it down the crack. Raditz gazed down, as it dangled from just the red ball at the end.
"Why did you do that?" He questioned, stepping back further, as the blood from throughout the entire cavern began pulsing into the sword. He chucked lowly, watching the flood with glowing golden eyes as his plans were coming together at last to bear fruit.
"That blood, you two thought belonged to my frail old body, but there was no feasible way I could contain such a massive volume of liquid... " Vulcane said softly, watching the sword carefully now as he lifted into the air, and it glowed with a magma like radiance of scarlet and gold, the blood trapped within the sword now, that he reached one hand out to, and moved the decorative katana into.
A sudden flash of bright red light blinded Raditz, as Vulcane grasped the sword in Piccolo's green digits, curling his claws around the pommel that looked to be wrapped elaborately. He bellowed out a triumphant laugh as the energy rushed into him, making him become larger, more muscular by the minute, his voice deepening with each wave of blood energy, until at last, the light faded, and the sword was just a sword once again, or more specifically, a siphoning instrument.
Raditz looked around, and saw that now, it looked as if the walls that had been bulging out before, had now been drained, and dried of the crimson sheen that had covered them completely before.
"Saiyan blood. That's what it is. Saiyan blood holds energy within it unlike a typical human, see how it shimmers in the light?" He whispered, then shot a razor thin beam from the tip of his nail, scratching Raditz's arm. A trickle of blood escaped, and under the green hue of his scouter light, he saw the silvery, shimmering aspect of his blood that the nurse had noted before was not typical for humans.
He grimaced. How many of us has Vulcane killed and imprisoned? How ancient is this being, that he has done this all beneath Frieza's nose, before even the genocide of Planet Vegeta? Raditz thought to himself, but even his thoughts were fodder for Vulcane. He chuckled softly, reading Raditz's mind.
I have existed since before your species could even speak, I am everlasting. I will outlast you, and kill every last Saiyan. My rejuvenation will be a success, once I've drained all the rest of you filthy pests.
Vulcane spoke telepathically, then rose up into the air, and smirked down at Raditz, whose aura was now becoming much more angered with this new knowledge. Raditz rose up as well; watching Vulcane closely as he backed up to the wall, glancing quickly behind him at a large black crystal that was embedded into the wall above where his bloodied old body still lay.
"I'm done talking, Gemini. If you won't come out of Piccolo's body, I suppose he can forgive me for giving him a good beating if that means you're scared out of him." Raditz growled, and rushed forward quickly to attack him, taking Vulcane slightly off guard, as Raditz hit him with his Dynamite Monday attack, a barrage of wild kicks and punches, pushing Vulcane back further to the wall, as he barely resisted. Raditz cringed as suddenly, he felt a slash across him when Vulcane lashed out with his katana, cutting open Raditz's black shirt, it falling away as a thin scratch bled across his torso. Raditz snorted, unaffected, he pushed himself back slightly as Vulcane licked the blood that quickly became golden off the blade, then spat.
"Cor. That's foul, what are you, a third class mongrel?" He spat, spitting out his distasteful blood from his mouth.
"For once my class is doing me some good, doesn't taste so good? Well, I'm not a juice box either." Raditz sneered; inwardly relieved he didn't have a taste for it. Vulcane snickered in response, looking down towards the edge of the cavern where they could see two golden flecks of light casting off Tianshae's reflective amber eyes.
"I don't need to drink your blood, Tianshae will feed this body if it is weakened. She's my secret weapon. Do you care to know why, or is it a waste telling a hair-brained ape like you...?" He sneered, as Raditz stared at the woman, attempting to send her a quick mental message.
Go home. Only death waits for you here. He whispered, her eyes widened, then she scurried backwards into the shadows, realizing she'd been caught.
"Tsk, tsk. Don't scare away my disciples. Tianshae shall prove very useful to me, just as that little half-breed does you. Once I see her, I will tear her and her disgusting traitor mother who lied to me apart!" He hissed, and lashed out at Raditz with the sword in his anger, taking the Saiyan's mind off his worries for Launch and Kannon, and multiplying his rage.
"You won't touch them, you'll be truly eradicated from this world before that could happen." Raditz clipped, tired of this back and forth, he began pumping power to his hands, not caring any longer if the woman was crushed from her own stupidity, he had told her to get out and if she didn't, she was a fool. Vulcane tore away Piccolo's garments, shedding his turban and cape, and sheathing the sword in his waist belt.
He put his hands out as well, grinning right back at Raditz as they began to glow orange. He was late on the attack though, and Raditz threw a Saturday Crush attack at him, the great blasts sending him flying back, and the smaller blasts he sent piercing through the big blast attacks pelting the Namekian's bulked up form, making him cough up blood as he was thrust back onto the crystal wall. Raditz pulled back his attack, feeling perhaps he was going too far, he didn't want to really hurt Piccolo, but what other choice did he have? Was there some way he could perhaps knock out Vulcane's spirit? Or maybe, talk Piccolo into forcing him out?
I wish I could talk to him now, Raditz frowned, watching the possessed Piccolo pant as he regained his focus. Piccolo would definitely have a theory about how to solve this issue.
"Piccolo!" Raditz yelled, trying to get his attention. Vulcane rolled his borrowed head on the crystal, gripping the crystal wall behind him as his chest rose and fell with each labored breath.
"Piccolo, if you can hear me, you have to come back! I know you don't care for the Saiyan people, but our race is all but extinct! If you let Vulcane keep sharing your body, he'll kill us all!" Raditz yelled, watching as Piccolo's eyes opened, and he smiled weakly.
"He doesn't hate you all. The little child, who keeps flashing through his mind is a half-breed. Perhaps, should I find this 'Gohan,' Piccolo would show me those special techniques of his." Vulcane sneered; watching Raditz's startled face at the mention of his nephew, who was nothing but a small boy.
Raditz growled, knowing that there was nothing else he could do now. Vulcane had complete control over him.
"You won't touch the child. He is not yours to harm." Raditz fumed, his skin prickling with heat as he flew closer to him, and Vulcane turned to look back with crimson eyes from beneath a ridged brow, grinning devilishly with Piccolo's long white fangs.
"Don't tell me, you're all part of the same monkey troupe. I should have known, you're all inbred apes, the lot of you." He seethed, his words dripping with caustic acid. Raditz's eyes narrowed, and he rose one arm, his hand quickly beginning to snap and crackle with pink energy.
"Say it again, I dare you. I'm not afraid to make a hole through Piccolo if I have to, after all that would only be fair after what he did to me. I'm sure Piccolo can forgive me." He snarled, and bared his teeth, charging up his Shining Friday attack.
"Kanzashi!" Vulcane cried, and Raditz smirked, shaking his head slowly back and forth as he honed his rage all into this one attack, his hand glowing so brightly that the entire cavern was lit up with pink radiance.
"I may have to electrify you out of there, Vulcane. Try and might to use your little commands, but you forget, you have no power here." Raditz grinned, and slashed his arm down violently, whipping the Shining Friday into his stomach in a vicious uppercut attack, making Piccolo's hack up purple blood, his body jolting with deadly spasms as he was struck with the intense electrifying attack, his body shaking as he roared out in pain. Raditz backed away, watching with a hopeful gaze to see if perhaps Vulcane could be exorcised out.
"Kazaaanshiiiii!" He managed to cry out once more, then Raditz's eyes widened, hearing a whistling through the air. He turned quickly, and saw the Gemini woman take the sharp, black chopstick out of her hair, and charge it with a red energy, sending it flying at him before he could even anticipate its course. He felt a stabbing pain shoot through the muscle of his back, as it landed in the center of his lateral muscles, digging into the nerve there, and making his body lunge up into a painful arch as it struck. Then, just as Raditz went to grab for the stick, another whistled through the air, and struck him in the base of his tail, making him scream out in agony; his body jerking up unnaturally as the stick dug into the sensitive pathways of his central nervous system.
"Good girl..Tianshae, come to me... Come heal your... Master." Vulcane whispered, clutching the pink flesh of Piccolo's abdomen as he still coughed and blood burbled from his lips. Raditz could do nothing but watch as she flew up to him; hesitant to come closer as she eyed Vulcane's new body.
"It's alright. It's me, Emperor.. Vulcane. Don't tell me.. you can't recall your husband's voice even through the Namekian?" He said, so softly and carefully that it comforted the girl, who glanced back at Raditz warily. Raditz pulled back his upper lip and grimaced in pain, struggling to get out of the painful contortion she had used a type of acupuncture to put him in, his tail lashing back and forth, the only part of him still mobile.
"He's paralyzed...completely. A puppet that we can play with... at our whimsy. Kiss me, then you can... make the monkey dance if you wish." Vulcane whispered, the third eye that had grown into Piccolo's brow glowing, and making the girl slowly become subservient.
"Saiashi...that's it...Saiashi..." He whispered, and her eyes glazed over instantly, as she was brought under his command. Tianshae came forth, and carefully clutched to his shredded purple gi, tracing her nails down the interesting green skin. Vulcane chuckled softly, licking her earlobe with a purple tongue.
"If you like this body, we'll play with it later...sweet Tianshae... now, kiss me." He ordered, and she nodded, tilting back her neck to lift her chin towards the tall Namekian, who quickly gripped her by the back of her auburn hair, and forced her mouth open to kiss him, shoving a fat purple organ into her mouth, and slobbering down her chin as she moaned helplessly, her saliva he licked from her, golden. Raditz turned his eyes away, disgusted, but the girl glanced back, and he found his eyes drawn to them without his own volition, and was forced to watch them kiss until Vulcane felt he was strong enough once again.
"That's good, Tianshae." He breathed, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. He pulled the girl onto his hip, carrying her, as he removed the sword from his waist belt, smirking up at Raditz. Raditz groaned, wiggling his tail, wrapping it around the kanzashi stick, but finding it much too slippery to grip.
Raditz watched the sword carefully; understanding that it was a conduit for his power, as Vulcane spun it around to face behind him, his eyes still connected with Raditz's, as he shoved the sword into the black crystal.
"Hehe... You know what's even better than having a river of Saiyan blood...?" He mused, his crimson eyes sparkling as he twisted the sword slightly, and it began to glow with a purple and green iridescence.
All throughout the cavern, the crystals began to hum; the discarded arm that Piccolo had left behind, withering as the crystals absorbed his blood, and became purple and green once again.
"Namekian blood!" Vulcane screamed, and Raditz's body shivered as he watched the sword drain the power from the crystals rapidly, making Piccolo's body begin to become even more bulky, veins bulging out even further as he siphoned out the power, and slowly became larger, and larger, until the woman on his hip seemed to become smaller, clinging to his shirt. Raditz gasped as he grew to immense size, and his head burst through the roof of the tunnel, obliterating everything around him, as Vulcane took in the power of all the Namekians he had slaughtered, becoming a Super Namekian.
The black rocks fell away, and the sky could once again be seen, the corona of the Eclipse now dark red, filling the sky with deep mahogany hues, and vibrant scarlet. Raditz looked up at Piccolo's colossus form, and felt his eyes filling with hot tears, as the crimson color of the sky reminded him of his birthplace. Tianshae used one hand to move Raditz up to level with Piccolo's red eyes, watching the large Saiyan squirm, struggling to free himself from the paralysis.
Raditz looked off towards the shore, worrying for Launch, he tried to speak with her. Launch, you must get yourself and the other Saiyans out of here, quickly!He thought frantically, forgetting that Vulcane could hear everything he thought.
"Who is 'Launch'...?" Vulcane growled in a deep, distorted voice. "Why does that name sound like a Gemini name...?" He snarled, thinking furiously of Kannon, and Propel, his dutiful servant who had disappeared unexpectedly.
Raditz looked back quickly, startled. What's wrong? Wait... I see you! Is that... Piccolo!? Launch responded, from where she was very close nearby, at the Saiyan campground. Raditz! We're coming! She answered mentally, and he cried back, No! Don't come here, please! Raditz attempted to yell, but his mouth wouldn't open, as his frightened eyes turned on the woman in Piccolo's hand, gesturing at him. Vulcane handed her his sword, and whispered something to her, before setting her up on his shoulder, where she crawled up and hid around his neck.
"Don't worry. They aren't coming to me. I'm going to them." His voice boomed, and he turned Piccolo around, walking towards the shore, where small specks could already be seen hovering in the air, as the Saiyans took in the sight of the massive Namekian. Raditz saw the woman make a beckoning motion to him, and his body moved with them of its own accord, as he could do nothing else but allow it, tears trickling down his face.
In the distance, she felt a powerful energy growing, and growing, as Calliope flew, carrying the small Saiyan child on her back. Her eyes widened as in the distance, she could see what appeared to be a male Namekian growing so large in height he could be seen over the forest she was quickly flying over, and her heart began to race with this new knowledge; she was thankful to see that her people had survived up until now, but also astounded that a male Namekian was here on Earth as well, and that was the energy she had been following. There was something off about it all though, he seemed to have a malevolent dissonance in him that was all too familiar.
A/N: Thank you for reading this chapter, this Saga is nearly complete! Within just a few chapters, it will be over, and I will reveal the next Saga which will be the continuation of this story.
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