Unbreakable Part 5

Unbreakable Part 5

By Suspense

Disclaimer: I don't own Vegeta or anyone else in DBZ. There I've said it. Let's get on with the reading.

Omega slowly walked back to her quarters, occasionally using the wall as a support. Healing her almost dead fiancé had certainly taken its toll upon the young Princess.

//Ugh.// She thought balefully, opening the door to her quarters after what felt like a fifty mile hike through the large ship she lived on.

As she entered her small room, which, she noted with irritation, was directly across from Freiza, her employer's, main audience room. She would be at his beck and call, now that she was dubbed a personal guard.

Omega flopped onto her bed and rolled over onto her stomach, staring at the wall. As she stared at the white nothingness, Omega started thinking...

What if her father was wrong and she wasn't the one to become one with the universe? What then? Would she be doomed to living a life as a normal Guardian of the Universe? Not that their lives could be called exactly normal, but still...if she was really able to become one with it, then she could certainly communicate with it, right?

Omega turned over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. No Guardian had ever done it...why was her father so sure that she could do the nearly impossible task? So Omega was powerful...so what? Every heir to the Guardian throne was powerful to some great extent.

She sighed, //If I'm really going to do this, I'm going to have to stop playing around and get serious. I'll have to actually do some research on this topic. But the only place they have books about this kind of stuff is at...my father's palace?! No...no WAY. I swore I was never going back there...but I've gotta know... Damn it.// Omega ground her teeth.

If breaking into her father's palace was the only way...then she would do it.

"It's not the only way, dearest Omega." ("It's not the only way, dearest Omega.")

Omega shot out of bed, "What?" She muttered, looking around. Where had that strange dialect come from? //And why the was I able to understand it?!// Omega thought frantically, //That's it then, I'm finally losing my mind...//

"You are not losing your mind. ("You are not losing your mind")

"Who are you?" She asked, "And how are you reading my thoughts?"

"Charming, just like your father described you. I am the universe, Omega." ("Charming, just like your father described you. I am the universe, Omega.")

Omega's eyes widened. "What? The universe? How can you be talking to me? The current Guardian of the Universe is the only one who can communicate with you, not the heir."

"Right, you do not believe your father's prophecy?" ("What, you do not believe your father's prophecy?")

"As a matter of fact, I do not. There are some doubts plaguing my mind about becoming one with you. Do you have any suggestions?" She asked, standing up and crossing to her door. The light rest had rejuvenated her strength, as had her talking with the universe, and she felt ready for anything.

"Yes, I have some books that will make you understand the process better." ( Yes. I have some books that will make you understand the process better.")

"Are you going to stop talking in this language?" Omega asked, heading for the airlock of the ship.

"You can understand it, can't you?" ("You can understand it, can't you?")

"Yes...but it's kind of irritating," She muttered, stepping into the airlock and jettisoning herself out into space.

The universe didn't answer as she stepped out into space, walking on nothing. Omega stretched, then looked around at the empty expanse of stars. "I love it here," She smiled almost happily, then leaped off of the 'ground' and hovered, "Now about these books."

"One moment, it will take me a minute to transmit them here without your father hearing." ("One moment, it will take me a minute to transmit these books here without your father hearing.")

"Understood...Are you a male or a female?" Omega asked suddenly, "I always thought you were a male."

"I have what you would call a male personality, yes. But I'm nowhere near as annoying as your father says I am. That's all in his head, I really hate that guy... ("I have what you would call a male personality, yes. But I'm nowhere near as annoying as your father says I am. That's all in his head. I dislike your father very much...")

Omega looked shocked, then chuckled softly, "That is ironic, he thinks you liked him the most out of all the Guardians."

The blackness of space and the stars in it contracted in laughter. It was distorted for a few minutes, then went back to silent space again. "I can't stand the man, why don't you overthrow him, Omega? You are the chosen one, you could do it easily, with my help. ("I can't stand him, why don't you overpower him, Omega? You are the chosen one, you could do it easily, with my help.")

Omega thought about it, "Well..."

Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the seamless pattern of stars, and a familiar enormous ki emerged. //My father!//

Omega's father, Nystrom, pointed a finger at her. "The time has come," He snarled, glowing white. "We must fight to the death."

"What are you talking about?" Omega asked, cocking her head to the side, still floating effortlessly in the empty expanse of space.

"When the chosen one is discovered, the universe must converse with her or him. When that happens the current Guardian must battle them to the death, it's the custom."

"Did it ever occur to you that Guardian customs are extremely unreasonable?" Omega asked.

"ENOUGH! We must fight to the death!" Nystrom shouted.

The universe pulsed around them. "Nystrom is right, it is the custom! I shall assist you Omega, defeat him!" ("Nystrom is right, it is the custom! I shall assist you Omega, defeat him!")

Omega barely dodged a bolt of energy from Nystrom and flew back a couple feet. Nystrom yelled a battle cry and lunged for his daughter. Omega streaked to the side in a black blur, then, as her father turned, drove her foot into his throat.

Nystrom gasped, the wind knocked out of him. Omega darted in for the kill, but a bolt of energy flew out of Nystrom's hand and sliced her arm open.

She cringed and flew back a couple feet, assessing her situation. There was nothing but space around them and a few hundred feet away, Frieza's large ship. She had to keep the battle away from there at all costs. Guardians could breathe in space. Saiyan Princes, however, could not.

"Stop running and fight me you coward!" Nystrom shouted, appearing behind Omega and throwing a kick towards her head. She easily sensed the move and ducked, at the same time driving a fist into Nystrom's abdomen.

Omega didn't wait for him to recover and started to pound him mercilessly, bloodying his face and breaking his nose.

As she drew back a fist to punch Nystrom in the face once more, he lunged for her middle and grabbed Omega around the waist. She was caught by surprise at the attack and was slammed into the invisible 'ground' that the universe provided for them.

She closed her eyes, refusing to cry out, and hooked a foot around her father's leg. Pulling sharply, she got him off balance and fell with him. As he landed hard on the 'ground' she drove an elbow into his chest with the momentum of the fall.

Momentarily stunned, Nystrom lay still, gasping for breath. Omega leapt off of him and backed up a couple feet, then fired a large ki blast of black energy at her father.

When the light subsided, Omega could see that she had blown off Nystrom's arm. He was on his knees, holding what was left of his arm, and sweating heavily.

He looked up at Omega, the black eyes that held the universe in them glaring madly. "I still...have a card to play daughter," He smiled evilly, "If you can overpower this, then I know you'll fulfill your destiny."

Nystrom stood and raised his good arm to the heavens. "Universe!" He shouted, "I call upon your infinite energy to destroy my daughter!"

There was no answer. Nystrom looked confused. "Universe!" He shouted again.

"No Guardian, I will not. This girl is the one, you know it, I know it, and the rest of the people in your court know it. Concede now, and I will send you to the afterlife without pain." ("No Guardian, I will not. This girl is the one. You know it, I know it, and the rest of the people in your court know it. Concede now, and I will send you to the afterlife without pain.")

Omega glared at the Universe around her. This was her fight! How dare it interrupt!

"You dare disobey me!?" Nystrom snarled.

"In a word, yes." ("In a word, yes.") Nystrom was about to reply, when Omega took advantage of his distracted state. Taking a handful of the Universe around her, she shaped the small piece of black nothingness into a ki blast. "This should finish you off," She muttered, throwing it at her father, who had his back to her.

The ball of Universe energy passed through his body, and left a space where his heart used to be. He screamed once, and then disappeared.

"Well done, Omega! Most Guardian's can't use my energy until at least three years into the job! This is amazing!" ("Well done, Omega! Most Guardians cannot use my energy until they are at least three years into the job! This is amazing!")

"Thanks," Omega sighed, examining her arm, which was now bleeding. The blood floated in the air, a reminder of the zero gravity that couldn't touch her. "Well, I cannot remember when I've had more fun, but I had better be going," She sighed, healing herself.

"One moment, there is still the matter of you becoming the Guardian." ("One moment, there is still the matter of you becoming the Guardian.")

Omega felt like she could barely stand, due to the draining effects that the healing power had on her body. Nevertheless, she stood firm. "All right."

"I must warn you of the risks involved," the Universe said, suddenly extremely serious.

"Ah, finally. I can listen to you without getting a headache," Omega mumbled, "Continue."

"I am still speaking in that language. You are about to become the Guardian so you are now able to understand me in the language that best suits you. Everyone else still hears the language of the Universe."

Omega nodded, "About these so called risks?"

"As you know, the Guardians originally existed to harness my energy and use it to help and heal anything that went wrong in me, such as galaxies, stars, or planets dying, things like that. Well, the system started to change as the many races started showing up. As the chosen Guardian of the Universe, you are supposed to watch over the races as well, not just the Universe."

"The transformation that I will undergo with you is going to open me up to this?"

"Yes, but that's not the only problem."

Omega's eyes narrowed, "Explain."

"You will inherit all of their negative feelings. Despair, sadness, pain, ect...and if you aren't strong enough to handle all of the duress at the time of transformation, you die."

"I inherit everyone's feelings only if they are negative?" Omega slapped her forehead.

"Yes. That's the price to pay for being the most powerful being in the Universe. Gomen."

Omega sat down on the 'ground' and put her head in her hands. "Huh...well I do not get a very good deal do I?"

"Oh well."

She lifted her head and stared up at the Universe. "Well, my life has been no bed of roses so far, so what's the point of not trying, eh? Do it."

The Universe rumbled, "It shall be done."

Omega was immediately lifted off the ground by a vortex of black light. It swirled around her, cascading over her shoulders the same way her long black hair did and conformed to her body.

The light burned badly, but Omega bit back the cries and clenched her teeth, bearing it. Then in a matter of minutes, it was over. The light had been the power of the Universe, and it was hers now.

"Omega, you are now the Guardian of the Universe, do you except this position and will you do your best to protect the Universe and the matter in it?"

"Yes."

"As the chosen one, will you bond with me when the time is right, and not before, therefore endangering yourself?"

"...Yes"

"Then you are WHOLE."

Omega suddenly felt as light as a feather, and floated in the air, her fatigue vanished as quickly as it had come. //I'm not going to be tired after I heal someone anymore!// She realized, excited.

She took advantage of her lightness, spinning in the air experimentally. The Universe shimmered whenever she moved, and pulsed in a comforting manner. //It's mine. The Universe is mine to control.// She floated a few more minutes, then grabbed the books that had popped out of the air and flew back to Freiza's ship.

******

Vegeta rose from his rock hard bed and yawned. Whatever Omega had done, it sure had knocked him out for a while. He sighed, looking around at his blank room and decided to leave it, even though it was well past curfew.

It didn't really matter anyhow, Freiza wouldn't do anything to him as long as Omega was his favorite guard. He would want to keep her happy, and that probably meant leaving him. "Vegeta." He heard as soon as he exited his quarters.

"Oh, hello Omega," Vegeta greeted her with a small smile. There was something different about her, however, her power level had dramatically increased...what had happened? And, he was sure she was hiding her true power level, which made him wonder even more. "Eh, are you all right?" He asked, looking her over, "You seem different somehow."

"Vegeta, I've got to talk with you," She looked straight into his eyes.

Vegeta gasped. "Your eyes!" He choked out, his own black eyes widening. Omega's eyes had changed from intense green to...to the Universe. It was the only way to explain it, her eyes now had no pupils, no iris, nothing. Just two large black orbs of the far reaches of outer space. In them he saw planets forming, stars dying, galaxies, wormholes, everything. He stood awestruck, blinking in surprise. "Wha-what happened?!"

"That is what I must talk to you about," Her voice was serious, and he followed her back into his cramped quarters.

"All right, we're here. Now tell me what the hell happened!" His voice rose a little.

"I don't quite know how to begin, but I suppose I'll start by telling you that I am leaving," She turned the gorgeous orbs of universe to meet his own black eyes. Vegeta looked away, the words coming like a slap in the face. "Before you start thinking it was you," Omega started, "You should know it is not. I...have another job...I suppose you could call it a job. One that I cannot forsake. Even for you."

"This is what you came here for? Why don't you just leave?!" Vegeta stood, "If you were planning on leaving so soon why did you get involved in this at all!"

"I had not planned on leaving," She stood with him, the air of complete control returning to her, "But if it makes you feel any better, I will return and become yours one day, I promise you." Vegeta looked up and watched Omega wind her long black hair into a bun on the top of her head. "When I return, this bun will symbolize my level of commitment and submission to you, and I will never let it down," She laid a hand on his shoulder, "And you will become a Super Saiyan one day, I promise you. When I return I shall not let on that I am stronger that you, my dearest, for I know your pride is important to you. Now I...I take my leave."

With that Vegeta watched as she leapt into the air, passing through the ceiling without a hitch. Vegeta hung his head, "I cannot believe this..."

"Vegeta! Report to Freiza immediately! You are being promoted!" A voice sounded on the loudspeaker. Well, Vegeta thought, until the day she returns I will prove that I am worthy of her love, and I will become the strongest, for her.

*****

Years Later....

"Four degrees west of the Contour!! Turn!! TURN!!!"

Omega ducked while turning, and the spike-tailed lord of the Krakin Dogs, Eisu, sailed over her head, belching ki and fire, snarling all the while. He had missed severing her head by several millimeters, had the Universe not warned her, and she circled him, sliding on the smooth planes of space, dancing gracefully among the stars and emptiness.

It had been many years since she had left Vegeta, and since then she had become occupied with the affairs of the Universe, taking them more seriously than Nystrom ever had. Omega single-handedly defeated opposing forces, replaced stars, mended rips in time, and many other things Nystrom had lazily sent normal Guardians to do, most of the time resulting in the Guardian in question getting incinerated after they performed the appointed task.

In the present time, a force had risen from the Krakin Dog's empire, the only seconds to the Guardians in power, and had tried to attack their capital. Omega had ordered her troops to defend their planet only, and had set out into space to do battle with the army herself. She had been fighting them for weeks.

The normal Krakins had died easily, but the Lord Eisu was not going down without a fight, and was becoming a bit of a problem. Omega's eyes, filled with the Universe she controlled, glared with malice at the large Krakin, and pushed off the panel of Universe on which she stood, a sword crackling with power appearing in her hand and slicing one of Eisu's legs off.

Not that what she had done was an accomplishment, Eisu had at least forty legs, and all of them filled with a great many claws, the latter filled with the deadliest poison. Omega gripped her sword as Eisu roared in pain, as it had been the thirtieth leg she had sliced off that fight. Still, any one of the remaining legs could put her out of commission for a long time.

Omega flipped through the air, switching her sword to her other hand and fired a large blast of Universe towards her detestable enemy, praying to the Universe that it would connect. It did, and she smirked as the Krakin screamed in pain.

In its dying throes, Eisu belched ki blasts and fire enough to rip holes in the Universe that would take a very long time to mend, therefore she had to counter the blasts with her own power, which took a lot out of her.

The monstrous beast looked the Guardian of the Universe in the eyes before it died, and swung out a leg that she was not expecting with surprising speed. It connected with such force that it sent her into the far reaches of space that she only traveled in when she had to, and effectively knocked her unconscious. Her last thought was of triumph, however, because after days of battle she had finally wiped the Krakin threat out. With that revelation she let go of her sword and slipped into oblivion, still flying through the Universe from the blow.

****

"For the last time, Kakkarot, I do NOT have anyone I am interested in!!! Just drop it!!!!!" Vegeta clenched his fists, walking away from his annoying rival and hopping across a river, landing on the other side and walking into the surrounding forest.

Kakkarot, of course, followed him, never discouraged by Vegeta's rudeness or obvious dislike of him, "Hey, wait up, Vegeta! Why won't you answer me? I KNOW you are interested in Bulma, why don't you just admit it?"

He spun around, and with a glare in his training partner's general direction, he spit out his words as if they were disgusting beetles he had accidentally swallowed, "I have not even considered that woman!!!!! Now leave me alone!" He was about to turn on his heel and stalk away again when he felt a strange sensation enter his body, and he collapsed to his knees, holding his chest.

Kakkarot, of course, like the idiot he was, knelt beside him in an instant, "Vegeta?! Are you okay?!!" Vegeta tried to tell him to leave him alone, but could not even find the strength to do that.

About a mile away, he judged, Vegeta felt a weak power level enter the Earth, then heard a large 'boom' resound through the forest they had been training in. What in the-

"Vegeta?!!?!" Kakkarot gasped as Vegeta suddenly slumped in his concerned arms, his breath evening out. "Oh no...what caused you to act like this?" He asked, worried, as he scooped up his friend in his arms, "Was it that person who landed here?"

Goku shook his head, that could wait. He needed to get Vegeta back to Bulma's compound before his condition worsened. Bulma...Goku smiled down at Vegeta. Bulma was seriously in love with Vegeta, and had asked Goku to talk to him about her the next time they sparred, which happened to be today, which was why he had brought up the touchy subject about Bulma.

Trunks had come to visit this week, and Goku's grin widened. The boy was living proof that affection rested between the two; Vegeta just needed a little nudge in the right direction.

Goku's grin faded into a small smile and he placed two fingers to his forehead, teleporting Vegeta and himself to Bulma's compound. He landed in Bulma's lab, where she stood, working on something as usual, her back to him. "Oi, Bulma..." He started.

She jumped, shrieking, "EEP! Oh, Goku, don't DO that to me!" She turned around only to gasp, "Vegeta!!! Oh no, get him into the infirmary, quick!" Goku followed her as she ran into the next room, which happened to be the infirmary, and laid Vegeta down gently on one of the beds. Bulma ran around frantically, checking his vital signs, among other things, and soon Vegeta was resting quietly, still unconscious, put pronounced in perfect health.

"What do you think caused it, Goku?" Bulma asked as they left the room and went into the kitchen. Bulma quickly fixed a towering sandwich for Goku and watched as he proceeded to devour it.

"Well," He said between frantic bites, "I think it was this thing that landed nearby, he seemed to react to that and passed out the moment it landed."

Bulma nodded, "Well, I guess we should go out there and find out what it was."

Goku finished his sandwich and grinned, "Want a ride, Bulma? This shouldn't take long so ChiChi won't get worried or anything, I was supposed to be back half an hour ago...but Vegeta and I are always late...she won't mind much."

She smiled, nodding, and held onto Goku's neck as he flew back to the place Vegeta and he had been training. He hovered over the forest, flying slowly, until he saw a deep groove where it looked like something had slid.

He landed on the ground and set Bulma down, and set about running along the groove until he reached a small clearing where it stopped. Goku gasped in amazement. At the end of the enormous slide mark was a woman! Bulma gasped as well and they quickly ran to her.

Goku's eyes widened; she was honestly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Her ebony hair was up in a bun, and none of the strands, surprisingly, were out of place. Her skin was extremely pale, looking as if she spent most of her time in darkness, and she was wearing...well...not much of anything... Bulma noticed that too, and immediately took off her jacket and put it around the woman's breasts. The bottom half was mostly intact, enough to carry her out without embarrassment, and Goku stared in amazement.

"I wonder where she's from, Bulma, I've never seen anyone so pretty in all my life...and I can't sense anything from her...not even a ki signature..." He trailed off, picking the woman up and having Bulma hang onto his neck.

"I know, Goku, she is really beautiful," Bulma agreed as they teleported back to the Brief's residence. Bulma immediately had Goku set her down on the couch as she looked for wounds. "Oh my God...Goku..."

"What?"

"She's not wounded on the outside...but...the internal injuries she's sustained are very critical," Bulma sighed, "I'd better get my dad..."

******

Vegeta groaned and sat up sharply, ignoring the darkness enroaching on his vision. Whatever had made him pass out was going to regret it. He stalked through the halls of Capsule Corp. and slammed the door to his room behind him. Grabbing a change of clothes and slipping into them, Vegeta brushed his teeth, then meandered downstairs, raiding the fridge and eating as much as he could before plopping down on the couch and turning on the television.

After watching several irritating sitcoms and one cooking show, Vegeta turned the television of with a sigh of disgust and was about to go train when Kakkarot wandered into the room. "Oh, hi Vegeta! You're up!" He grinned, walking over to him and looking him over, "Well, you seem all right. Hey, we found what landed here and you won't believe what it was!!"

"Try me," Vegeta snarled.

"This really pretty woman with black hair up in a bun. She had 'internal injuries' is what Bulma said, and she's recovering from surgery, but well...yeah...that's what it was."

Vegeta's eyebrow raised to a record breaking new high, "And how old would you say this woman was...?"

"A little older than you, maybe...but she looks like a Saiyan...no tail though....it's weird...."

The eyebrow threatened to tear off of his forehead and do a dance on the coffee table, "Did you...did you catch her name?!" He asked, suddenly very quiet.

Kakkarot looked confused, "Uh, she's still recovering, and hasn't woken up yet...so...no." Vegeta didn't wait for Kakkarot to say anything else and stormed off in the direction of the surgery room. //It can't be...//

****

Omega's eyes snapped open and she blinked once in surprise as she found a woman with blue hair and a older man with a black cat on his shoulder facing away from her and consulting. She could hear them of course, and rubbed her head, looking down at her stomach which was covered only by a thin sheet and had stitches in it. Omega raised an eyebrow and ripped out the stitches, placing a hand over the wound and healing it before they could turn around.

When they did turn around, Omega saw their eyes widen when they saw her sitting up and staring back at them as if they owed her an explanation, which they did. "How..." The girl with blue hair started, then stopped. Omega closed her eyes and tried making contact with the Universe. It responded at once, sounding worried as hell.

She soothed it, and asked for her position, doing all this mentally so as not to frighten the two humans in front of her. They were humans, she knew about them....most thought they were alone in the universe, so she was expecting a team of specialists to come barging into the room any moment to try and take her away to another team of scientists to be poked and prodded. Nevertheless, some humans could sense ki, so she immediately buried it inside herself, making her look and feel like a normal human; it wouldn't do to frighten them, after all.

The Universe responded, saying that she was on the Planet 'Earth' in the Milky Way galaxy, then main planet of the humans. Very few traveled beyond their planet, and those that did were usually abducted by other races or were other races.

As she had predicted, the door burst open, and she opened her orbs of Universe, but what she saw stopped any thought processes she might have had, replacing the thoughts in her mind with only one word: Vegeta.

He stopped stock still as well, and his black eyes widened as large as dinner plates, and she could see tears forming in them. Omega might as well have been rooted to the bed, she was incapable of moving. She had known they would be together again one day...but not until she became one with the Universe and was allowed to take a mate...

"Omega..." Vegeta's voice was older, wiser, and sounded a lot more arrogant than he had been all those years ago. He had aged well, looking the beautiful and regal Saiyan Prince he was supposed to be, while she hadn't aged past twenty, and had retained all her amazing beauty that had sent a thousand kingdoms of Princes to her feet.

"Vegeta..." Her voice finally decided to work, and she saw the blue haired woman look from herself to Vegeta, looking heartbroken but resigned.

"Oh my God!!!" He suddenly launched himself at her, and Omega smiled for the first time in years, hugging Vegeta to her like a lost child as he sobbed into her shoulder. A well-placed glare sent the woman and older man scurrying from the room, and Omega pulled Vegeta away from her to look at him.

"You are very handsome, as I predicted," She smiled approvingly, and Vegeta laughed.

"I have so much to tell you!!!" He gasped, and Omega sat patiently, listening to his story of how Vegetasai had been destroyed, how he had moved up in Frieza's army and how he'd met 'Goku', who was actually Kakkarot, a surviving Saiyan from Vegetasai, and so on. The tale of how he'd died, becoming super Saiyan, the tale of the androids, Cell, and how they'd faced many trials after that. And about Trunks...

Omega smiled, "Well, I happen to know for a fact that Trunks is ours, Vegeta."

Vegeta's eyes widened, "How?!"

The truth was that she had been mending a time rip and had seen the entire story of the Future Trunks. Vegeta had been killed in that timeline, so Omega had become one with the Universe and left Trunks and her sword in the care of Bulma, who had raised him as her own, never telling him of his true origins, but had given him his sword when he was old enough. He didn't know how to really use it however, but it was an effective weapon...

But of course she couldn't tell Vegeta about mending the time rip, the Chosen One's mate could not know about their business before they became one with the Universe, so she smiled, "It is part of my business, leave it at that," And he did.

Vegeta then asked her about her story, and she shook her head, unable to tell him. He understood, of course, not wanting to force her into anything, and the two walked out of the surgery room only to be greeted by a host of people.

A large Saiyan with no tail grinned idiotically at her, and what look like his wife stood beside him, her hands on the shoulders of a short boy. Omega's eyes widened a bit when she sense the boy's ki, but said nothing...the father's ki was impressive also, and she realized they both were super Saiyans as well. A short bald man and a pretty blonde woman stood there as well, but those were the only other occupants of the room.

Vegeta blanched white, and Omega wisely shut up, knowing that he knew all of the people and that he was about to throw a fit. A small blush spread across her cheeks when she realized that she was only wearing a sheet wrapped around her, but still kept silent.

The tall-looking Saiyan with no tail stepped forward, "Hi! I'm Goku!" He extended a hand, then dropped it when she raised an eyebrow and ignored him.

The short, bald man who stood beside the pretty blonde woman muttered, "Yup, she's Vegeta's girlfriend, all right." Omega glared at him and he hid behind his wife, she assumed.

Vegeta blinked, still not understanding what was going on. "We decided to have a party for you Vegeta!" Goku grinned, "Well, aren't you going to marry her?" Vegeta turned a charming shade of red, and didn't say anything. Neither did Omega.

A woman with her black hair up in a bun and two strands of hair hanging down glared at Goku and stepped up to examine Omega. "Goku!!" She shrilled, glaring at him, "We should at least get her properly dressed before we bring her before everyone!!" The woman turned to Omega and promptly turned into a different person, smiling warmly, "I'm Goku's wife, ChiChi. What is your name?"

She decided to answer honestly, "Omega."

ChiChi smiled, "I'm glad to meet you Omega. I hope you won't be as much trouble as Vegeta here."

"Shut up, woman," Vegeta muttered to ChiChi, blushing when Omega raised an eyebrow at him.

Omega just blinked and followed ChiChi, wherever the woman was leading her...

******

I had to admit, this was...strange. I hadn't planned on marrying Vegeta now...but things are always changing, and the Universe would have to grant me my leave earlier than expected.

'Granting leave' meant that I could marry Vegeta and live with him like any normal wife, but I could not fight or use my Guardian Powers...thus breaking off contact with the Universe. Other Guardians had done this before, but I didn't think the Universe would approve...it was in need of serious repair...even after all I had done these past thirty or so years. Time meant nothing to a Guardian when dancing in space...

The voice of Goku's wife brought me back to reality and I quickly turned my attention to her as she smiled kindly at me and ushered me into a room where the woman with blue hair stood in front of an enormous closet with different clothes of all kinds in it. I blinked calmly, used to having lots of clothes. I never wore them...but I had them. The only thing I wore were my black tank top and black spandex shorts in space...but I supposed that kind of attire wouldn't go over well here.

The woman with blue hair turned to me and forced a smile; I could tell she was trying to be kind, and set about throwing clothes at me to try on. I blinked, holding about forty different colorful outfits in my arms by the time she was done, and she motioned to a dressing room off to the side.

I didn't feel like arguing that I hated color, so I set about trying the outfits on. I wrinkled my nose at every one; they were all so...short! And most of them were dresses; I hate dresses. The woman, introducing herself as Bulma, loved every outfit she gave me to try on, and so did ChiChi. I supposed it was the style to be scantily clad here, and resigned myself to wearing a loose black tank top with long baggy gray drawstring training pants. I'd had to glare at them to let me wear the pants, but they had given them to me without a problem. I was most definitely NOT wearing some of the stuff Bulma had given me...she could wear them herself.

They offered to help fix my hair, but I shook my head and tightened my mental hold on my hair, the only thing keeping it in place, making it perfect and sleek again. They stared in awe and I raised an eyebrow at them, making it known that I wished to leave. The two led me out of the house into an extensive, beautiful back yard with streams and trees. I saw Vegeta, Goku, the bald man and his wife, and Goku's son, along with many other people I didn't recognize sitting, standing, and leaning around a large picnic table laden with food.

A large green man wearing a turban and cloak with weights lining the inside turned to Goku and started discussing something about the stock market, to which Goku only grinned and nodded, obviously having no idea what the Namek was talking about.

Strange, a Namek on Earth...I thought, Namek exploded a long time ago...I'd had to clean up that mess...it had been a pain in the ass, plus, that had been the planet Vegeta had been killed on. My eyes narrowed at the thought of Frieza's grimy hands even coming into contact with my Vegeta, but I tried to keep a blank stare on my face...I had to convince these people I was Saiyan...not all-powerful and brilliant beyond their comprehension.

"Well look who's here!" Goku grinned at me, and I blinked, "Hey guys, gather around! This is Vegeta's fiancé!! Isn't she gorgeous!?" Goku made everyone introduce themselves to me, and of course I remembered all their names and ki levels instantly.

Goku, Piccolo(the Namek), Yamchua, Tien, Chaotzu, Krillin(the bald one), his wife 18(one of the androids, Vegeta told me..), Goku's son Gohan, ChiChi, Bulma, Bulma's Mother, Bulma's father Dr. Briefs, a pig, a cat(named Puarl), a turtle, a perverted old man named Master Roshi...(who tried to slap my ass and Vegeta punched him across the yard...that was great), and Trunks.

Trunks eyed me warily and I knew he was thinking of himself in this timeline, of how he would come about with Vegeta not married to Bulma. He was not ready to heard the truth yet, so I simply shook his hand and resolved to talk to him later.

When I had been introduced to everyone, Mrs. Briefs started serving food, and lots of it. More than the table could hold, in fact, but that didn't bother Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, or the rest of the men besides Piccolo... I didn't need to eat, so I didn't, and watched Trunks out of the corner of my eye. He had grown into a handsome young man...I wondered why my future self had decided to be so stupid as to merge with the Universe when she had so beautiful a son to take care of...

"So Vegeta," Goku said between bites, "When's the date?" Vegeta choked on his...whatever it was...and started spluttering, looking at me with round eyes, obviously not sure what to say for once.

I decided to speak up, much as I hated to, "In a week," I estimated, and waved a hand carelessly in the air.

Bulma started jumping up and down, "ChiChi, we get to plan a wedding!!!" She shrieked happily, her previous sadness gone. ChiChi smiled excitedly and 18 just sat back in her chair, a small smirk on her face. I guessed what she was thinking; the two had done the exact same thing to her.

Sighing, I sat next to Vegeta and leaned against his shoulder while he ate. One of the humans, Yamchua, spoke up, "So, Omega, was it? What's your story? Are you Saiyan? How did you crash here and survive the fall with no scratches?"

I blinked, "I am half Saiyan, and I was...hit here," There really was no other way to explain it.

"Hit here?" Tien asked.

"A Krakin hit me and I landed here." When in doubt, confuse the hell out of everyone.

They decided to leave the Krakin thing alone, but Gohan suddenly asked, "What's your other race? Human? How come you don't have hardly any ki level if you're half Saiyan?"

Two more blinks and I came up with a lie, "It is none of your business what my other heritage is, and the reason I have no ki is simple: I don't have any. I am a healer, not a fighter." Vegeta choked on his....whatever it was....and I kept a smirk from escaping. He knew I was powerful just as I did; but what he didn't know was that I was more powerful than even him at his highest SS form.

Vegeta spoke up, "And she is fast. Very fast." I nodded, it was a good cover-up. It would explain why I was faster than all of them put together and not make them wonder about my ki level.

Bulma grabbed my arm; "Come on!! We have to start fitting you for wedding dresses and stuff!! Plus you have to pick the bridesmaids and flowers and-God we have so much to DO!" I let myself be dragged away with a helpless look to 18, who shook her head in sympathy.

This was going to be long and tedious, I just knew it...

TBC!

Wow, Suspense got off her ass and wrote something. It is a miracle in itself...