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Chapter Two
The door to the room Vegeta and Bulma shared was slightly ajar so Vegeta had no trouble
sneaking into the bedroom. He had no heart to talk to Bulma about the resurfacing memories,
and he saw no reason for Bulma to know of Rettan. He could however tell that she was awake by
her uneven breathing. Vegeta stripped down to his black boxers and crawled into bed beside his
mate. When he noticed that Bulma was watching him he looked into her eyes. The clear blue
reflected only concern and love. Vegeta leaned over his mate and brushed her lips with his.
Bulma pulled her husband towards her and kissed him deeply. She knew that if he wanted to talk
about what was bothering him he would, but she wouldn't ask him about it. Not this time. It
seemed too personal. She wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed him to lower her back
to the mattress.
Later that night, as Vegeta lay in bed with Bulma asleep in his arms he realized that he was
right. He would not trade this life for any other.
* * * *
"I need a contingent of guards to Cell 57! The Saiyan killed Hedris! We need to subdue
her!" Guardsmen Bredewal cried out as he peered through the electrified bars. Rettan calmly
brushed her tangled hair as she sat on the bare wooden beach at the side of the cell. She was
dressed in the traditional body armor of a Saiyan Protectorate, and the Royal family's insignia was
etched into the breastplate. She wondered about the meaning behind her wearing her traditional
uniform. If she was to be joining the damned Hunters, why wouldn't she wear their uniform? As
the answer came to her she gripped the brush in her hand so tightly the wooden handle splintered.
The Queen wanted the Saiyan that Rettan was going to kill know who it was that murdered him.
Shaking her head, Rettan reasoned that the Queen also thought that these personal items would
cause painful memories to resurface in Rettan. The Queen was right. Rettan remembered the
Saiyan prince, her Saiyan prince. Her eyes smoldered as she remembered the day that he was
taken from her. Frieza took him away, forcing Vegeta's father to give him up. Rettan could
remember the last look they shared, she could remember wanting to cry out, to scream that it
wasn't fair. But she didn't. She would not dishonor her prince in front of anyone, especially one
as evil as Frieza. Rettan shuddered at the memory of looking into Frieza's black eyes, which were
so devoid of life, of every emotion but hate. She could remember Frieza's awful words,
"I'll be back."
Those words burnt into her heart. She knew that the next time that the monster came
back it would be for her. She was right. He was back the following day. That day he requested
Rettan, citing that it would be good for Vegeta to have someone he knew along for his 'training'.
She could train under Frieza also, the evil one added. Vegeta's father did not believe a word that
Frieza was saying but had to agree to his terms. It was all he could do to protect his planet from
the monster. Rettan was taken from the palace that day. She never joined up with Vegeta on the
ship though. Taking Rettan out to a remote part of Planet Vegeta, Frieza casually beat her to the
brink of death. He then had some of his underlings, Jeice and Berter of the evil Ginyu force take
her to a prisoner's outpost far from her planet and her prince.
"Attention mongrel!" Rettan snapped out of those awful memories but didn't turn
towards the voice. "We were told to extract Hedris' body and to leave you be. We don't want
any trouble, so just place that spear at the far end of the room and go back to your bench. We
will do nothing to move against you." A shaky voice called from the other side of the cell door.
Rettan set down the brush beside, all the while not acknowledging the Guardsmen at the door.
She fingered the spear resting on her right hip. She could hear a small ripple of fear go through
the contingent of Guardsmen who stood alert and cautious on the other side of the cell door.
With a smile Rettan realized that those simple and weak beings feared her. She rather liked that.
Grasping the shaft of her spear in her right hand, Rettan spun towards the far wall. She released
the spear from her grasp and it flew away from her. It struck the wall with an awful crack and
was embedded in the steel and stone. Rettan smiled slightly, and never looking towards the cell
door, she sat back down on the bench and began to hum an old Saiyan war song.
Picking the brush up Rettan went back to straightening her hair as the wary guards rushed in and
dragged their comrade's body out.
"Bitch." One of the guards muttered under his breath. Rettan's eyes shot up at the guard
but she did not stop humming or brushing her hair, which unnerved the guards even more. Rettan
was beginning to enjoy the fear that she knew these men felt around her.
"Bring me some water to clean with." She said quietly. The guards regarded the girl for a
quick second and then closed the huge door. Rettan shrugged her slender shoulders.
"You win some, you lose some." She muttered to herself. At that moment the huge iron
door to her cell opened slightly and a wash basin filled with water and soap was pushed into the
cell. There was a clean soft cloth hanging on the side of the basin. Rettan smiled to herself and
walked over to the basin. She picked it up and took it over to the bench. Kneeling on the floor
she placed the basin on the bench. Dipping her hands into the clean water she noticed that it was
even warm. Splashing her face Rettan smiled. She had not been clean since Frieza died. She was
blamed by everyone involved with the Monarch for the deaths of Frieza, Cooler, and King Cold.
Just because of the blood that flowed through her veins. Not that it bothered her. She never
wanted to become part of the Monarch or even be associated with that word. Wiping her face
with the soft cloth Rettan's eyes were drawn to her reflection in the water. Running a hand
through her now clean hair Rettan smiled. If only Prince Vegeta could see her now. He would be
impressed by how she looked, she knew that for sure. He was always proud of the fact that his
future mate was 'unique'. Studying her features Rettan agreed with her lost prince's words. Her
white hair almost glowed in the darkness of her cell, and her eyes were a rich emerald green. Her
skin was touched with brown, a shade darker than both Saiyans or Saeriyans. Her features were
like her father's, but her build was slender, like her mother's. Shaking her head she looked away
from the reflection. She barely remembered her parents since she was raised in the palace since
birth. Of course she would see them from time to time, at special events and holidays at the
palace, but she found that she felt almost nothing for losing them in Planet Vegeta's destruction.
Her heart ached only for the loss of the Prince Vegeta. She knew that it was a sadistic thought,
but she would have to thank the Saiyan that destroyed Frieza and the rest of the damned clan for
avenging her prince. She would do this right before she killed that Saiyan. Sighing, Rettan pulled
her hair back into a ponytail and tied it with a leather thong she had wrapped around her spear so
long ago. To gain her freedom she would do anything. She decided that the moment she lost her
prince. If she had to slag the whole planet those Saiyans lived on she would do so. She knew
that she had the power to do it. With every battle she fought under Frieza's rule she could feel it
well up inside her. This immense power threatened to engulf her every single time she would
fight, and every time she had to hold it back. She would not allow her true power to be seen by
anyone. Scouters were too abundant in the Monarch, and if Rettan ever did show her true power
Frieza and his whole damned family would have ripped her to pieces. She knew that she would
have been able to take on one, she was sure of it, but not all. She was biding her time, waiting to
be on a mission at Frieza's side so she could kill the bastard. However, someone else did it for
her. She was both angry and relieved at the same time. She would have given anything to have
Frieza die with her being the last sight he saw, but she was glad that someone else had the power
to take the monster out. Rettan shrugged out of her breastplate and examined her shoulders.
They were covered with both thick and thin scars. She winced at the memory of Queen Frost
with her glowing red whip, of how Rettan was nursed back to health from being beaten to the
brink of death, only to be beaten again. The fools. With a smile the half-Saiyan chuckled.
"Saiyans reborn burn brighter than before." Rettan mouthed the words that were etched
into her memory. The words were emblazoned on a banner which was hung at the annual Dance
of the Dead. The Dance of the Dead was a festival put on by the 5th class warriors, the peasants
of Planet Vegeta. It was put on to honor the warriors who tried to rise through the ranks to
become higher than their original stations. To become more powerful 5th class warriors would
commit a ritualistic 'attempted' mass suicide. The ones that survived gained power, the ones that
died were honored for their bravery at the Dance of the Dead. It was an accepted practice on
Rettan's home planet because it both 'weeded' out the weak Saiyans and created stronger ones at
the same time. Royalty was never present at the Dance of the Dead, Rettan remembered, but she
and Vegeta once stole down to watch the festivities, it was the same year they were taken by
Frieza. Either no one at the festival recognized them or no one cared who they were for they
were not even bothered. Rettan smiled sadly at the memory. The peasants were so passionate
about the Dance that both Rettan and the Prince Vegeta were soon involved in the ceremonies.
There was dancing and the music was both lively and melancholy at the same time. They both
abandoned their lofty views regarding commoners and soon found themselves laughing with
delight. At the end of the festivities they found themselves wandering the palace garden soon
after they returned home. Rettan could remember Vegeta's deep black eyes searching hers, and
even though they were only thirteen she could feel a powerful bond between her and her prince.
She found herself leaning towards him and they kissed quickly, nervously. That was the first and
only time they kissed. Rettan lifted her hand to her cheek to wipe a tear from her face. Clenching
her fists she shoved those memories aside. Memories like that will get you killed, Rettan swore to
herself.
"Mongrel! Get ready, we depart for Earth in an hour!" Rettan could hear the Hunter's
captain yell at her from the other side of her cell's electrified iron door. She could feel her power
building up within her but she pushed it down, not wanting to set off any scouters in the vicinity.
She knew that she had enough power to kill this Saiyan, to kill one of the last of her race. She
would let this Saiyan know that his death would be avenged, that she would kill the one who
forced her to murder her own countrymen.
* * * *
"Papa! Can I go see Goten? Please?" Trunks yelled to his father from the back door of
the house. Vegeta was sitting under a large tree concentrating on building up his power level. He
opened one eye as his concentration was broken once again by his son.
"Trunks..." He growled, truly annoyed. Getting to his feet Vegeta casually brushed the
grass from his body.
"Well? Can I? Huh? We wanna train together more. Please? Huh? Dad? Please?"
Trunks wailed, thinking that his father was ignoring him.
"Shut up boy! I heard you the first time!" Vegeta's eyes flashed. How could a son of his
be so damned annoying? Vegeta shook his head, and walked towards the house. After a short
silence Trunks began his barrage of questioning again. Vegeta contemplated saying no but he
knew that the brat would not shut up until he got his way.
"Go." Was all Vegeta said. Trunks piped up with a thanks dad and flew off. Vegeta was
not worried that his boy was leaving by himself, Trunks was more than capable of taken on any
threat that this weak planet could throw at him. Besides, if Trunks was attacked Vegeta would
feel the rise or fall of Trunks ki and could be at his son's side in seconds. Vegeta smiled as he
walked into the house, noting the silence. Finally. Sitting down at the kitchen table he took in the
familiar sights around him. He felt at home here, at total ease. With that realization Vegeta
closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. Truly relaxed Vegeta wasn't ready for the explosion
that rocked the house. Leaping to his feet he raced to the source of the blast cursing all the way.
It was in the lab behind the house. Bulma's lab. The air was full of smoke as Vegeta ripped off
the front door of the lab. He could hear his mate coughing and the crackling of fire. He ran into
the smoke 'feeling' out Bulma's ki all the while. When he got to her he could see the relief in her
eyes. Her legs were pinned by a sheet of metal and she could not move it herself. Vegeta rushed
to her side and easily lifted the huge hunk of metal off his wife. Cradling his mate in one arm he
turned towards the fire and extending one hand. The air around the fire quivered slightly and
began to glow with a slight blue energy. The fire began to wan as the air inside Vegeta's quickly
erected force field was expended. Walking out of the lab Vegeta looked down to his mate who
was shuddering in his arms.
"Thank you, Vegeta." Bulma whispered into her husband's chest.
"You are my mate. You don't need to thank me." Vegeta said, utterly confused. Bulma
should know by now that Vegeta would be there for her, just as she was there for him. He looked
down to his wife who smiled slightly, her eyes closed. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes,
and one rolled down her soot covered face.
"I know." She whispered. She clung to him with her remaining energy, pressing close to
his chest as he carried her into the house. She felt secure, safe. Vegeta took his mate up to their
room and set her on the bed. She watched her husband as he checked her body for wounds.
Finding only small cuts on her left leg and shoulder he gently cleansed her wounds and wiped her
face clean. Looking into his eyes Bulma knew that she loved this man, more than anyone could
know. Much to the chagrin of her friends, she remembered with a weak smile. Vegeta to them
was an evil and heartless man with a short temper and merciless disposition. They would never
know Vegeta like she did. No one would. Bulma was actually happy with that realization. She
knew her husband better than anyone ever did and their bond grew stronger everyday. Fighting to
keep her eyes from closing Bulma regarded her husband who was closely inspecting her arm.
"You worry too much." Bulma said weakly. Vegeta snorted as he quickly looked to her
eyes and then back to her arm. Satisfied that no other wounds on his mate needed tending Vegeta
leaned over his lover's face and kissed her forehead. Bulma lived for these moments of
tenderness between herself and Vegeta, for the times that Vegeta let go of his damn pride and
allowed her near him. She closed her eyes, happy to feel him near her.
"I worry for you because I don't want to raise that damn boy by myself." Vegeta said
softly. Bulma's eyes snapped open and she tried to force her exhausted body to sit up. Vegeta
was slightly startled by his wife's strength as she pushed against his arm as he pushed her gently
back to the bed.
"Vegeta! No! Where's Trunks? Where's our son? What if he was caught in the
explosion?" Bulma screamed, almost hysterical. Vegeta smiled, proud that his mate would put
the welfare of their son above her own.
"Lay back down! He went to Kakorrot's to play with their brat. He's fine." Vegeta
explained. Bulma sighed with relief and sank back into the bed.
"Please don't leave Vegeta. Can you just hold me? Please?" Bulma asked as she laid a
weak hand on Vegeta's muscled forearm. Vegeta looked into his wife's eyes and sighed. He was
wasting good training time, but he knew that Bulma needed him at her side. Gently he slid into
the bed beside her and she snuggled up to him, resting her head on his strong chest. Vegeta
couldn't deny that he rather enjoyed these times he spent laying like this. Bulma was asleep
instantly but Vegeta did not leave her side. He gently draped both arms around his mate and
concentrated on displacing part of his energy into her, warming her both inside and out. Vegeta
found himself doing this naturally now, he had done it so often. Sleeping in the same bed as
Bulma, Vegeta was repeatedly awoken by his mate, who had constant nightmares about losing her
husband and child to some great menace. To calm her Vegeta would wrap his strong arms about
her quivering body and hold her close. But lately he found that he could share his energy, his
strength with his wife, which closed the gap he felt between himself and his human mate. This
calmed Bulma faster than anything else he could think of. Thinking of nothing else but this
moment Vegeta drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
* * * *
"Trunks! C'mon! Let's go already!" Goten yelled back to his friend. Goten was the son
of Goku, a Saiyan of immense power, the man who pissed Vegeta off beyond imagination. Goten
looked exactly like his father did when he was child. His black hair was wild and spiky in both the
front and the back. He was a full year younger than Trunks, and the two boys were inseparable.
Goten sped into the sky desperately trying to out fly his best friend who was quickly gaining on
him.
"Nice try." Trunks said with a grin as he caught up to Goten. They were both carrying
heavy backpacks full of food and Trunks held what looked like an oversized pocket watch in his
small hands.
"Think we're going to find any today Trunks?" Goten asked his friend.
"Only if you hurry up." Trunks said as he watched the dragon radar in his hands. He
adjusted his flight to the north slightly, and pointed to a bunch of trees in the distance. "We
wanna go there Goten."
Reaching the trees in a few minutes Trunks and Goten landed in the thick brush. The
device in Trunk's hand began to beep loudly as they walked into deeper into the woods.
"We're gettin' close to it Goten. Real close." Trunks said over his shoulder. He pulled
back some brush to see a seemingly glass orange ball laying in the grass. There were seven red
stars glowing from the center of the transparent ball and Goten grinned as he picked it up.
"Now we got the seven, four and one Dragonballs! Pretty soon we get ta make a wish!"
Goten shouted with glee. Trunks didn't respond to his friend's obvious excitement. The forest
around them had grown suddenly quiet and he quickly laid a hand on his friend's arm. Goten
quieted as he watched his friend scan the surrounding forest. Goten could feel the hair on the
back of his neck stand on end as he felt eight separate power levels appear to be getting closer to
them. Strong power levels. Going against his better judgement Goten flew above the tree line to
get a better view. Trunks joined him. They saw eight small space pods streak across the sky
above them and crash into the Earth only miles from where they hovered. The boys shielded their
bodies as wave after wave of explosive energy washed over them as each pod crash landed. As
soon as the dust cleared the boys flew towards the ships, curious as to what they would find.
They took cover behind some rocks as soon as the hatches to the pods began to open. The boys
watched as five men and two women stepped of out the pods. They were all dressed in black
armor and wore red flowing capes. Goten shuddered at Trunk's side as he felt the immense
powers. Trunk's eyes widened in shock as he realized that they all had tails! Just like Saiyans!
The boys watched as the six surrounded the seventh pod with drawn weapons. One stepped
forward, opening the hatch manually. The boys gasped as they felt the power level of this one.
One white boot stepped out of the craft and then another. A woman of immense beauty pulled
herself from the craft and stood tall and proud, her long white hair fell around her shoulders and
down her back in curls. The tips of her hair were jet black and her eyes flashed green as she
surveyed her surroundings. Her gaze stopped at the rocks that the boys were hiding behind and
they both ducked. They looked wide eyed at each other,
"You think she saw us?" Was all Trunks could get out. After a few agonizing seconds
Trunks decided to check again. The lady turned her back to them, as if deliberately ignoring
them. Trunks sighed in relief.
"She knows we're here, but it doesn't look like she's telling anyone. Didja notice her
armor is like my dad's?" Trunks whispered to Goten. They watched a little longer, until the
group moved away from the pods. Slowly, curiosity got the better of them both and they went
forth to inspect the pods. When they were looking into the prisoner-lady's pod a shadow fell over
them both. The boys froze and slowly turned to see a gigantic man standing behind them with his
immense arms folded over his chest. His black armor glistened in the sun and his face was stone.
His stark white hair was long and his cold eyes were a deep purple. He looked at the boys with a
sneer and reached down to grab them both. With a yelp each let off a small ki blast to stun the
large man and dove to either side. Stunned, the man fell to the ground. Praying that none of the
others were around Trunks flew into the air and began to power up. Looking to his left he saw
his friend do the same. Bolstered by the fact that Goten stood at his side, Trunks pointed to the
large man on the ground and said in his most menacing voice,
"This is the planet of Son Goku and the Prince Vegeta. If any harm comes to this planet
or its people you will have to answer to them!" Trunks nodded, confident that his declaration
would be honored. The reply came in the form of an evil sneer and an impossibly fast uppercut to
the gut. Trunks doubled over in pain as air rushed out of his lungs, and he was expecting the
second blow to be just as painful. Clenching his muscles tight Trunks readied his small body for
the next hit, but it never came. Gasping for breath Trunks looked up to see his friend between
him and the brute, warding off blow after blow. Regaining his composure Trunks came to his
friend's defense with a well aimed ki blast. The energy ball hit the goon square in the nose,
drawing a gush of blood. Goten fell back to Trunks' side and looked to his friend with a mixture
of excitement and fear. Trunks never took his eyes from the huge man.
A short ways from the ships, the Hunter's scouters began to react wildly. The power
levels detected were incredibly high, and they were back at the ships!
"Take the collar off the half-breed and put this on her. It's a tracking device." The
Hunter's captain ordered one of the women. What he handed her was basically another collar,
but it was smaller than the first. "Oh, and it also controls your ki blasts mongrel, so you can't
betray your Benefactors like your monkey King did. Oh, and I almost forgot this other tiny
unimportant thing. It won't just stop you from attacking us, it will blow that pretty little monkey
head from your shoulders if we even think that you will betray us." The Captain said as soon as
the collar snapped together around Rettan's neck.
"Now go, and destroy those two powers that the scouters picked up and you will be one
step closer to your freedom." The Captain said with a chuckle. Rettan glared at him and shot off
into the sky at supersonic speed. She couldn't help but smile as she felt the wind and the sun on
her skin. When she looked behind her, her smile widened. The rest of the Hunters were far
behind, and the gap between them was growing.
"Boy! You will pay for that!" The huge man said, his voice muffled as he brought a hand
to his face to stop the blood flow. Trunks searched the landscape, looking for both an escape and
for any of this monster's friends. With the flow finally stopped, the man wiped the blood from his
face and flew into the air, leveling off at the height that Goten and Trunks hovered at.
"I am Hezarin, second private of the Hunters! How dare you even touch me Earth-
Mongrel!" The man said as he tried to regain some of his pride. He was relieved that none of his
comrades saw that an Earthling boy got through his defenses. With a smile he saw the rest of his
party return to the ships behind the boys. Glaring at the two boys the man noticed Goten's
appearance. His eyes widened as he recognized the Saiyan features in the boy. He began to
chuckle to himself, this mission was going to be easier than he thought. Soon his chuckling
erupted into roars of laughter. Goten and Trunks looked at each with confused expressions.
"Hey! Ya big dork! What are ya laughin' at?" Goten shouted at the mountain of a man.
The man stopped his evil laughter and pointed behind the boys. The boys turned around to see
the prisoner-lady fly towards them at incredible speed. Goten was able to dodge her kick but it
hit Trunks square across the face, knocking him out of the air. Goten flew away from the woman
as fast as he could, trying to get some maneuvering distance. As he turned back towards the ships
he saw that she was not following him. Her full attention was on the prone body of Trunks who
was lying lifeless on the ground. Goten began to power up, trying to draw some attention away
from Trunks.
"HEY! STOOPID! I'M UP HERE!" Goten yelled down at the woman. As she turned
her head to regard him, the air began to waver, and energy crackled all around him. Everyone on
the ground was astonished as the boy's hair went from jet black to a golden yellow and his eyes
turned from coal to sky blue. Power erupted from his body as he let out a powerful yell. Rettan
watched the boy with admiration. The rumors were true! Super Saiyans do exist! Too bad she
was going to have to kill him. Her mission was to not only kill the one that destroyed Frieza and
his evil family, but also to eliminate any other Saiyans on the planet. Watching the boy Rettan
waged an inner war. Was her freedom worth the death of this boy, of the boy who was lying at
her feet? She wasn't so sure anymore. The Hunter Captain pushed her aside and pointed to the
semi conscious boy laying at Rettan's feet. His finger began to glow a blinding red and with that
Rettan recognized his intent. She stepped in front of him, shielding the boy. From the air Goten
paused, cocking his head to the side. Was she going to help Trunks, even though she was the one
who hit him?
"You kill this boy we cannot use him to bring his sire here. Haven't you noticed that this
boy is only half Saiyan? Do you really think that this brat could have killed your great lords?"
Rettan snarled at the Captain. He glared back at her, his purple eyes burning. "Wait until his
parent comes looking for him. Then we won't have to search the globe for the bastards." Rettan
finished. She held the despicable Captain's glare until she sensed that the boy in the air was about
to make his move. She turned towards to boy on the ground, not wanting to look like she was
too urgent to get out of the way. The boy in the sky was building up an immense power ball and
was ready to release it. Rettan could only pray that she herself was putting out enough energy
that the scouters couldn't pick up the boy's. She swore to herself as the Captain's scouter began
to beep. Diving toward the boy on the ground, Rettan shielded his prone body from the brunt of
the blast with her own body. The energy that the boy in the sky poured forth was amazing! The
only time she ever felt anything like it was when Frieza destroyed her home planet. When the boy
finally let up on his blast Rettan stood up with the boy she was shielding in her arms. Looking
down at him she saw something familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Maybe it was the cut off
his jaw or the shape of his face, she didn't know. Looking around, she saw that it was now or
never to get the boy to safety. But to where? Looking to her left she could see the Hunters
struggling back to their feet.
"Damn." Rettan whispered under her breath. She could feel the black haired boy's power
waning, he must have used to much in that blast. She was running out of time, the Hunters were
to their feet already. Rettan knew she lost her chance.
"SIR! Jofinea and Gortoas are both down! Gortoas power level is falling!" One of the
Hunters shouted to his Captain.
"They were always weak." The Captain said under his breath, never taking his eyes from
Rettan and the boy. "See what you can do for them. If they cannot fight at our side then kill
them."
"Sir?"
"DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THE ORDER SOLDIER!?!"
"No, Sir. I understand the order, Sir." The Hunter said, taken aback by the callousness of
his leader. The solder went back to his fallen comrades, hoping that they would be alright. They
were here to kill Saiyans, not each other.
"So Monkey-girl, you want to keep the boy around for awhile, do you? Fine. But if his
little friend up there attacks us again, I'll forget the usefulness of this half-breed." The Captain
said as he pointed to the sky where Goten supposedly was. Rettan could only smile when the
Captain turned to see that the boy was gone. The Captain turned to her with fire in his eyes.
Rettan had watched the boy turn tail and escape, and the Captain knew it. Instinctively she turned
so her shoulder was protecting the boy in her arms, cursing herself as she did so. The Captain
noticed the move also.
"What are you doing Mongrel? Do you really think that you can protect the boy from one
such as me? We are here to kill this boy and any other Saiyans on this miserable excuse for a
planet. Give the brat to me." The Captain demanded. Not wanting to look like she cared for the
boy she dropped his unconscious form to the ground and turned away. Cursing under her breath
she began to walk away.
"The boy is a weakness for the parents. If you keep him alive his screams will distract his
parents enough to give us an advantage. Kill the boy and he will be a martyr." With this Rettan
stopped her measured walk and turned to the Captain, looking straight into his purple eyes she
said in a quiet, menacing voice,
"Nothing you have seen can measure up to a Saiyan's rage."
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