A/N: Well, hi, I'm back, sorry I took a while getting around to writing the next part. Before I
start my rambling,
~ ~ This means thoughts
** This means emphasis
= = This means telepathic thoughts, (not quite up to that yet, but for
future reference.)
Anyway, I am afraid I must retain you from the fic even longer, (lol- this is a fun). First of
all, I am somewhat of a perfectionist, so, on re-reading chapter 1, I noticed a few mistakes,
one, however annoyed me very much so I have put the corrected phrase in here, sorry, (lol,);
The Kold-jins, and the ancient ancestors of the Kold-jins resented her for making their strongest ruler in history, (for Furiza had long ago surpassed his father and even his brother,) what they
perceived as being open to weakness. Originally, I forgot the part after the bracket. Another
mistake, I mentioned Gohan, well, I am sorry to all Gohan fans, but that was a mistake, Gohan
does not actually exist in this fic, Chikyuu was purged soon after Bulma met Goku & Kurririn,
(just after he met Chi-Chi in fact). I did not want Chi-Chi in this fic either, but I like Goten
so.. Well, you may now read on. (lol, I say that too much.) Oh yeh, sorry, I'd like to thank
Vegetababe for beta-ing chapter 1, and TwoMoons for beta-ing this chapter, and Little Dende, Lady
Squirt, TwoMoons, L.A Whitfield, & Insane Dragon for their ongoing support and encouragement,
(my god, I sound like a typical B-Grade American "TV Show"). OK, this time, I mean it, enough of
my ramblings, I must begin my fic, (you may begin my fic. lol - damn I did it again!?)

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Vegeta's head was rested on his arms. How had everything gone downhill so fast?
Everything had been perfect a few hours ago. Now nothing was right. Even his own Vegeta-sei, the
one thing he had ever truly loved before *her,* was not comforting.

~ Enough of this, this moping is absolutely unacceptable, not only am I the strongest saiya-jin
ever born into the Royal House of Vegeta-sei since the legendary, I am the smartest. There is a
way to overcome this, every enemy can be beaten, all it requires is patience, time, and training.
However, this enemy is not physical, so I must train my mind. I must leave Furiza's service, I
cannot live with her, and have her hate me, or worse, see her miserable because of me. However
leaving would be to sacrifice Vegeta-sei. That too, is unacceptable. I will not sacrifice my
planet because of my own lack of discipline. I will mount a secret resistance against Furiza, to
start I will visit the staunch and loyal allies of the saiya-jins, ones that hate Furiza like my
people and I do. I will ask Furiza to give me more purging missions, he will take it as my
unwillingness to be near Bulma without being close to her heart. He would be right to a degree. I
will start with the most cunning and strong allies, and work my way down. ~

He began a mental checklist of the allies he had, and could hope to gain;

~ Yalai-jins (Yal-ie-jins); definitely, they, like the saiya-jins, had cunning as well as power.
They had honour, like the saiya-jins, and most importantly, the two great empires both hated
Furiza with a passion that was rather startling. However, they were far kinder and more merciful
than the saiya-jins, they overtook planets, but kept the races alive, under their order. They
loved the arts, and detested any form of dishonour, or disloyalty. Vegeta respected them as much
as he respected the saiya-jin race. Their king, King Yalai, was very partial to Vegeta, and
Vegeta was rather attached to him. They had the relationship, which, had Vegeta ever observed
one, he would know to be that of a father and son, and not a king to an heir, like his own
relationship with his father. They were the perfect ally, and the most deadly enemy. Yes, they
would be his first stop.


Next, the Loaphalle-jins (lo-far-lé-jins) - they were very much a withdrawn race, however they
too, detested Furiza, and were old staunch enemies of Vegeta-sei. They were not as honourable as
the Yalai-jins, but they were loyal to, (from Vegeta's point of view,) the point of stupidity.
The Yalai-jins also had this "flaw", however, Vegeta ignored it out of blind partiality. Yes they
were to be visited as well.

Next; the Phoikare-jins (foi-ka-ré-jins) ; NO! They were disloyal, dishonourable, and though a
race of excellent politicians, no help to either the underdog, or the victor. The victor, they
would stab in the back after victory, the underdog, they would refuse to help, or sell out to the
other side.

Next; the Pachalazia-jins (pakalatzia-jins) ; ~ possibly, they were honourable, and loyal, and
although not particularly strong or smart, they were kind, and well respected. Besides Vegeta
could not help but feel respect, (only just out weighing his contempt,) for them. They were very
trusting, did not just trust everybody as a general rule, and were not afraid of becoming 'soft'.


Next; the Gajedhai-jins (gahedha-ie-jins) ; Although they were not extremely strong, they were
literally a race of geniuses, they had enormous mechanical and scientific prowess, and due to
their efficiency as strategists and mechanics were extremely rich. They were a definite yes;
honourable, loyal, respectful of the saiya-jins and totally disgusted by Furiza. Rich,
resourceful, and extremely useful in a war against Furiza considering they, (with Bulma) created
100% of Furiza's weaponry. Bulma got on exceedingly well with this race, they were much like her
own, only more advanced, and kinder by nature, not waging civil war for no better reason than to
quench a ruler's pride. Furiza relied entirely on Bulma and the Gajedhai-jins for strategy and
weaponry. The Kold-jin Empire, however, had sufficient money to support themselves entirely, so
they would not be missed financially. Vegeta was sure Furiza could find a new strategist and
weaponry developer, however, it would unnerve Furiza, and at least slow down the war preparations
of the Kold-jin Empire.


Finally; the Guidshaw-jins (just as it's written,) ; Furiza had been stupid to make such an
enemy. They were clever, and strong. They had been loyal to Furiza, however they looked up to
their royalty almost as gods, and goddesses. There was no way the blasphemous act committed by
Furiza in killing their current ruler, and subsequently, their current God, could ever even be
dulled in their eyes. One other thing about the Guidshaw-jins- they carried grudges through many,
many generations, (considering their generations were easily a few hundred years each, this was
quite a long time).

Vegeta smiled savagely, the old feeling of total focus on a fight, or a battle, or, in this case,
a war returning quickly. Although nothing could compare to the rush of a real fight, hand to hand
with a reasonably equal opponent, planning an attack came damn close. Vegeta embraced the return
of these feelings. These, he understood, these, he knew about, these, wouldn't hurt him. His
thoughts soon trailed back to the thoughts which had led to this resolution of war, Bulma.
Furiza. Sacrifices.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MEANWHILE BULMA~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bulma was confused. Vegeta had not made any effort of talking to her after they'd left the ball.
The last time he had shown her marked respect was before the dancing began, at dinner. He had
made a move to sit next to her, however Furiza had involved him in talk, of politics, she
assumed. Poor Furiza, he was being so nice about Vegeta and herself. She ignored her instinct
telling her that something was horribly wrong between her and Vegeta. Perhaps she'd go see
Son-Kun, she hadn't seen him in a long while. She set off toward his quarters.


-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Son-Kun, it's so good to see you again."

She said over her coffee. They were seated at the mist stylish café on board Furiza's ship.
Naturally, they had the best table.

"You too, Bulma, so how's Vegeta?

He asked her completely unaware of the doubts which had arisen since they last spoke. Her face
tensed almost imperceptibly. However, Goku was a saiya-jin, and had known Bulma for years. He
noticed. He was not particularly inclined to like the prince. He had never met him, but from
what he had heard from others of the atrocities committed by him, he was not a nice guy. His
apparent affection for Bulma, was, in Goku's eyes, his only redeeming feature.

"Nani!? Bulma, did he hurt you?"

He asked, angry, worried, comforting, and threatening all at the same time. Bulma recognised that
look from Vegeta, strangely enough, not Furiza, with Furiza there was no worry, so ling as she
was with him, she was fine. She did not want to see Vegeta hurt, not now, not ever.

"No, Son-Kun, he did *not* hurt me. Well he did, but it wasn't intentional, I'm sure."

"Bulma! You are too susceptible to pain, he must know how easily you can get hurt."

Bulma looked stunned. She had never heard him so angry, or use any word which consisted of more han two syllables.

"Goku? I've never seen you so mad? What's wrong, you never get mad."

He looked at her with such deep sadness she wished she'd never asked. Obviously, something
important had happened, and Bulma, too caught up in Vegeta, hadn't noticed. She could have kicked
herself, instead she looked at him, urging him to speak.

"You know I'm saiya-jin, right?"

"Hai, I know, go on"

"Well, you know how reason I was rather, er, slow, and nicer than your average saiya-jin was
because I fell down a cliff, and was brain damaged. Well one of the scientists "fixed" me. I now
know much more about fighting, but I also have a saiya-jin temper."

He smiled apologetically.

"However, I still feel affection for my friends. I'm sorry Bulma, but I swear by Kami if he has
hurt you I will challenge him. I will kill him."

Bulma, ever quick to anger, glared at him;

"OK, then Goku. You go try to kill him. I can see one definite, and two possible scenes arising
from such an action; First, I am forced to side against my best friend, then either my best
friend dies and I am left with the guilt of having sided against him, or the man I love dies and
I am left with nothing but the pain of hating the man I used to call my best friend."

She took a few deep breaths until she was calm. Than added perfectly naturally which would let
no one doubt the sincerity of her words added simply,

"I would kill myself. I would die hating everyone I'd ever loved save only those already dead."

"Don't you understand. You remember what Baba was telling us about bonding, and the two different
bonds? Well, I have both with Vegeta. However much he hurts me, killing him, is killing me."

Goku looked more understanding then, than he ever had. He smiled apologetically again, nodded and
said;

"I am sorry I made you angry, Bulma. I do not understand what you have with Vegeta. Chi-Chi and I
have only a saiya-jin bond. Although I would be miserable, I could survive without her, I did not
know your feelings for Vegeta ran so deep. I will not bother you again about him."

However, he planned to talk to Vegeta about this. Although not a remarkably intelligent little
speech, Bulma was still stunned at how different it was to the Goku she knew, to Son-Kun.

"Well, this is a rather depressing conversation, ne? What has been happening with you, Son-Kun?"

"Not much, really."

He glanced around quickly, then dropping his voice about an octave added,

"There is something I need to talk to you about. I heard it from my brother, who heard it from my
father."

"What is it Son-Kun?"

She asked, surprised and curious at his sudden change of tone.

"Not here, I will come to you quarters tonight."

"Ah, Son-Kun," she asked, "are you sure that's a good idea? Perhaps you should bring Chi-Chi."

He nodded once, short, fluid, and almost undetectable had you not already been looking in his
direction, (as Bulma was). They left the café soon after. Bulma retired to her quarters, Goku to
the training for the lower class soldiers.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And We Meet The Other Saiya-jins ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vegeta strode along the corridor, toward the lower class training rooms. As abhorrent as this was
to the Crowned Prince of Vegeta-sei, he had no intention of taking it through Furiza.

"Radditz! Bardock! Nappa!"

He barked. In an instant they were by his side.

"Come, we must talk, follow me to my chambers."

They were slightly surprised at the invitation to join him in his personal chambers, Vegeta was
incredibly secretive. Of course, this secrecy sprung from having no one to talk to, and no one
who understood him, however they did not know this.


As soon as they were all assembled, Vegeta began;

"I, as I sure most of you, have grown extremely tired of Furiza's rule. He seems to think himself
omnipotent. It is not acceptable. He is not a saiya-jin, and will never be our ruler. We must
defeat him while we still have a chance to stand against him and his ever growing empire! I have
given this a lot of thought, and have come up with a list of allies we should approach on the
subject. They are all there for much the same reasons."

He handed each of the assembled saiya-jins a sheet with the list of allies he'd gone over in his
head earlier. After a few minutes silent reading, Vegeta spoke again;

"I trust you will all agree with me on the point that we cannot travel to Vegeta-sei at all, and
must do nothing to arouse suspicion. You will ask to go on more frequent purging missions. You
will inform everyone, especially Furiza, of your power level being substantially lower than the
actual level. You will all go into intensive, but secret training. You will be assigned to
purging missions accordingly. You will complete it well within the given time, then make
preparations for the upcoming battle. We cannot yet openly revolt against Furiza, it would mean
sacrificing Vegeta-sei. After a few weeks of this, we will ask to go on harder, more challenging
purging missions. Ask for something within your real power level, but far out of the power level
you have told Furiza. Naturally, he will refuse, then ask if you can go on purging missions, as a
group with the rest of the saiya-jins, myself included. We will get a list of planets to purge,
do them well within the limits, then set about visiting everyone one that list. We will do this
again, and again until we have visited all allies, we will then stop gradually, (so as not to
raise suspicion). However, on one of the last purging missions," he stopped, scanning the
assembled group, "Bardock will be 'killed' in his pod. The aliens will have blown it up while we
were descending. Furiza, believing Bardock's power level to be so low, will suspect nothing. He
will be the messenger between ourselves, the other saiya-jins, and our allies. Once we have
successfully recruited all allies, and have the battle planned out, Bardock will travel to
Vegeta-sei, we must get everyone off, we will take them to a certain planet which he saiya-jins
conquered long ago, but, for some reason, has never been used for anything. Any questions?"

Vegeta asked looking around at the saiya-jins making it very clear that were there any questions,
the questioner would be very sorry.

"Good, well."

Vegeta trailed off as a knock was heard at the door of his chambers, he motioned for the papers
to be hidden, and then raising his voice only slightly (as befits a saiya-jin prince) called;

"Enter."

Goku stuck his head through the door, then stepped inside.

"You I assume are Vegeta no Ouji?"

"I am? How came you here, you are saiya-jin, yet I did not bring you here, and Furiza has not
captured any of our purging groups."

"That is not what I came to talk about. If you must know, my name is Kakkarot, and I was sent to
purge a planet called Chikyuu as an infant."

"Chikyuu- you, you are this 'Son-Kun'?"

"I am, it is of that I wish to talk to you."

Vegeta turned to the assembled saiya-jins;

"You are dismissed."

They bowed respectfully, shooting curious glances at their brother, son or fellow saiya-jin. Once
they had left, Vegeta turned to Goku, and thus began;

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"You, I assume are here to talk about Bulma?"

"I am, I know not how, but you have upset her greatly. We were speaking earlier today. I am
warning you.."

But here he was cut off.

"How dare you. She is MY mate, she will not fall in love with you because she no longer- because
you comfort her."

"You speak so warmly of her, yet you broke her heart. You may not have actually done anything,
but you have treated her like a slave."

"It is not I who has treated her as a slave, it is Furiza."

"Furiza may not be a nice guy, but he does love and respect Bulma."

"As do I."

"Then why do you no longer speak to her? Why this cold formality?"

"That is not your concern, Kakkarot."

"It is my concern."

"I cannot tell her. I will not let you tell her."

"Tell her what, Vegeta? That the man she loves no longer loves her, but being the coward he is,
has not the courage to tell her that for fear of what Furiza might do for hurting her?"

Vegeta had not intended to tell anyone, but this attack against his courage, against his honour;

"I spoke truly before. Where we to stay together Furiza would have had you executed, would have
had her friends executed, would have blown up Vegeta-sei, but far worse than anyone else, she, or
I, would have been transferred to a different ship. The only way to avoid this, is to make sure
she stops loving me, and for me to stop, for me to give every pretence of having no feelings for
her."

"Why don't you just tell her, she could act like she no longer loved you."

"No, it must be real, she has too soft a heart to act as though she did not love me if she did.
Besides, Furiza knows her well, he knows how to read her expressions, he watches her when they
are together, to whom she talks, to whom she directs her gaze. That would fail more surely than I
telling Furiza he could burn in the eternal hellfire I am sure awaits him."

Goku didn't know what to think. He had been perfectly prepared to find the prince as off-handed
and cold as he usually was, however, he found him so far from it, it was all he could do not to
blurt something out about it.

"I see, well, all there is to be done is to defeat Furiza, it would seem. No friend of mine shall
be hurt been while there is air within my body."

Vegeta shot him a sudden look which only too clearly how badly he had thought of Goku, and how
shocked and appalled he was to discover how alike they were.

"Indeed, I have made plans toward that end."

Goku almost let a tiny smile escape his lips. ~ Bulma had chosen well. Of course, what less did
she deserve? So, Vegeta was not the cold, brainless idiot, he felt it necessary to pretend to be?
~ Vegeta handed him the sheet he had earlier showed the other saiya-jins saying;


"I have already filled the others in. Try to convince Bardock to explain it to you, I believe he would be the only one capable of doing so."

"That should not be a problem, he is my father."

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Vegeta raised his eyebrow.

"So much the better, he is a good warrior, and needs something to protect on the battlefield as
well as away from it. ~

Vegeta was shocked at such thoughts for a third class warrior, he shook his head.

~ He needed to go for a walk. ~

He unconsciously began to walk toward the Science Wing as had become accustomed to in his weeks
aboard Furiza's ship when something went wrong.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed it- to Vegetababe -the twist is coming next chapter, sorry. Well, I
will write the next part as soon as I can, and I will try to make the first a/n shorter.. :) :)
:) :) :)
By the way, the third part will be out no later than Wednesday, (Australian time).