Hello, All! Here's another installment of Yosei! I'm going to alternate between this story and ATTR--so the next won't be out for awhile, unless I get a big spurt of inspiration. ^_^ Check out Chapter One for the disclaimer, since I'm not gonna put it in every chapter. So sue me...I'm a lazybones...You know the characters within don't belong to me, unless I created them myself...like Tashi-san. *grin* Enjoy! Gie-chan.


Over the course of the next two weeks, activities boiled down to a dull
roar--which meant business as usual. When Bulma first brought back the
seven pods, she was rarely seen in within the confines of Capsule
Corp--unless you were down in the bowels of the building, where the
research labs were housed. Within the silent walls of steel and among precision
machinery, there was housed some of the most advanced scientific
discoveries created by the best of the best--which usually meant Bulma
herself.

But she did call in a crew of research technicians to help her with
this project. The purple-haired genius knew her limits and was not afraid
to ask for help. Inventing was her forte`--not genetics.

Word got out to their circle of friends about Bulma's new
discovery, and they all satisfied their curiosity at one point, coming to
nose around the pods. Bulma patiently answered their questions to the
best of her ability. She didn't know much about them, but as she and her
crew studied the live and the dead pods, small pieces of the immensely
complex puzzle formed, giving them tiny bits of insight into what the
creatures were that housed themselves in the pods.

This particular evening, two weeks after the initial discovery, Bulma
had emerged from the darkness of the labs, purple hair disarrayed, and a
wild look glinting in her eyes. She ran into the kitchen, head turning frantically,
before she vacated the empty room. Her next destination was outside,
and she burst into the gravity room just as her mate and husband was
turning it off.

She moved quickly to him, pulling on his arm. "Vejiita! Come quick!"

The Saiya-jiin no Ouji growled at his mate. What do you want,
Onna? You know I will not be disturbed during my training!" He pulled his
arm easily from her grasp.

She growled back and reattached herself to his arm. "There's no
time for arguing, Vejiita...you need to come with me!"

He physically picked her up and deposited her none too gently
outside. "I'll go when and when I want to, Onna. Leave me alone." He
turned around and was about to close the door.

Bulma let out a high pitched noise in frustration and pounded the
ground with her fists. "Vejiita! It's the pods! I think they're gonna open
up!"

He stopped mid-swing, and stared at her. "What did you say?"

"The pods are going to open up."

"Are you positive they are opening?" He peered at her through
half-open eyes, not believing her.

She stood and glared at him before going back inside. "I don't have
time for this, Vejiita! I wanted you to be there to run interference--in
case something nasty comes out. But I guess you're too busy to protect
your family! I'll go call Gohan-kun. He'll come and.."

Bulma stopped ranting when she felt Vejiita breeze by her. She
felt his iron grip on her hand and was literally pulled inside and down the
many halls. "Do not try to coerce me into doing what you want. It will not
work." He quickly made his way down the corridors until he came to a
closed steel door.

Bulma smirked at him and punched in her security code, opening the
thick doors. "That's what you think, Otoko." She walked in and made her
way through several rooms before coming to another steel security door.

"This just better not be another of your false alarms, Onna. I don't
have time to play with your pet projects." He crossed his arms and glared
at her. "Get Trunks to play with his ki for you."

"Baka," she punched in the last security code and the doors open
silently. A breath of air pushed by them as they entered the secret labs.
Many technicians in white coats were busily running around, trying to cope
with the new developments of the pods. "He's down here already. I
wouldn't have interrupted your 'precious training' if it wasn't important.
The last dead pod disintegrated this morning, and I had Trunks take care
of it. But when we were done, one of the live ones started flashing."

"Hn. They've flashed before. They just turned out to be false
alarms, like the last three times you dragged me out of the gravity room
and down here."

She rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. But I'm not crying wolf here.
It's different."

She pushed open a set of swinging doors to reveal a group of
white-coated technicians surrounding a table. Trunks stood in a corner,
looking rather bored. He nodded to his parents. "Nothing's happened yet,
'Kaasan."

At Trunks words, the technicians parted like the Red Sea, leaving
one white-coated male. "Bulma-san! You're back!" Vejiita scowled slightly
at the male who was acting rather familiar with his mate.

She nodded and moved close, studying the pod. Vejiita was glued to
her side, giving the males that dared come close to her scalding glares.
"Hai, Tashi-san. Any changes?"

Tashi shook his head. "Iie, Bulma-san." He indicated to the pod on
the table. It was emitting a soft light, that pulsed rhythmically. She
placed a hand on the shell, and could feel a soothing warmth that seeped
though the leathery material.

Vejiita glanced at the flashing pod, and wrinkled his nose, smelling
the last vestiges of the last expired pod. "It looks the same as before,
Onna. It is another false alarm."

Bulma glanced at Tashi. "Which one is this?"

He looked at a chart. "Number 3, Bulma-san." He handed her the
papers.

She glanced through them, noting the specifics. Her face pulled
into a frown. "It's hull temperature is up nine degrees, and the pulsing is
at fifty beats per minute." She handed the chart back to Tashi, glancing
at Vejiita. "Ki?"

He nodded, staring at the pulsing pod. "It has risen some, but it is
no where near being a threat." Trunks nodded in agreement.

He moved from the wall and joined his parents. "Do you think it's
going to hatch? The pods have pulsed before." He crossed his arms and
frowned slightly, not liking the new events that were unfolding.

"I don't know, Trunks. We'll just have to see." She gave him a small
reassuring smile. At least she tried, for she felt the same apprehension as
her son.

He nodded slowly and let out a grunt. "Should we have a guard on
it? In case it hatches tonight?" He glanced at his parents, who were
giving him funny looks. "Nani?"

Bulma shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Nothing, Trunks." She
quirked an eyebrow. "Are you volunteering?"

He glanced back at the pulsing light. "It doesn't matter to me. I
just suggested it--better to be safe than sorry."

At that moment, a small bundle of blanket and teddy opened the
swinging doors and attached herself to Vejiita's leg. "Papa, you said you
were going to tuck me in and tell me a story!" Bra blinked her large blue
eyes. "I was waiting but you never came."

Bulma knelt down and opened her arms, and Bra willingly ran into
them. She held her daughter close, and giving her a peck on the cheek, stood up.
"Sorry, Bra-chan. I pulled Papa away to look at the pods."

The small female Saiya-jiin glanced at the immobile blinking form on
the table. "It's going to wake up soon, Mama?"

Bulma shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, Bra-chan. That's why
I called your Papa down here."

Bra nodded, and leaned forward, toward the pod. She put her hand
on the smooth surface, stroking it like a pet. "It's really warm." She
stopped petting the husk, letting her palm rest on the center of the pod,
where it's heart would lie. To everyone's amazement in the room, a faint
blue light began to outline her hand, and in response to Bra, the light in
the pod started to pulse faster, gravitating toward Bra's small hand. But
as sudden as it developed, it ended, and Bra pulled her hand away and
smiled slightly.

Bulma gasped and pulled her daughter away from the pod, which
slowed down the blinking once more, resuming the pace it had set before.
"What did you do, Bra?"

She blinked at her mother and grinned. "I talked to him."

"You talked to 'Him'?" Trunks gasped, staring wide at his sister.
"How?"

Vejiita grunted. "She used her ki, gaki." He reached for her, and
Bra went into her father's embrace willingly, wrapping her small arms
around his corded neck. She buried her face in his shoulder, letting out a
small sigh of contentment.

"Gonna tell me a story, Papa? You promised." The small Saiya-jiin
yawned wide and curled tighter in her father's arms.

The Dark Prince grunted and turned around. "The security cameras
can watch the pod, Trunks. If you want, you can." He glanced at Bulma
before he left. "It's time to start training her."

She sighed and nodded. "If she wants to. But don't push her too
hard if she's not ready."

He let out a snort. "Don't tell me how to train my own brats, Onna.
I did fine with the first one."

Trunks smirked. "Yeah, but are you going to drop her off a cliff to
teach her to fly, 'Tousan?"

Vejiita ignored his first and focused on his second when she pulled
on his hair. "Story, Papa...tell story." she murmured sleepily. He grunted
and left the lab.

Bulma rolled her eyes and turned to Trunks. "She has him wrapped
around her little finger, doesn't she?"

The purple haired male smirked and nodded. "Yup. She is definitely
a Papa's girl." He gave the pod one last glance. "I'll come back after
awhile. How long are you going to be in here tonight, 'Kaasan?"

She glanced at Tashi, who had been silent during the family
discussion. "For a little while. I want to run some more tests on the other
three pods; see if they are doing anything as well."

He nodded and with a wave, left the room as well.

Bulma turned back to her helpers, who were waiting patiently for
her orders. "Let's get a new set of readings on all four pods. I want to
see the exact numbers on their vitals. Hopefully, we'll be prepared when
they actually do hatch from their--whatever they are. Haven't we figured
that out yet?"

Tashi grinned slightly and shook his head. "Not yet, Bulma-san. We
have some theories, but nothing is proven positive."

She sighed and pulled up a stool, sitting next to the still pulsing pod 3. "Who
are you? What are you? When are you going to present yourself to us?" she
ran a finger along the smooth surface. "According to Bra, you're male. But why
the elongated spine? Do you have a tail? And why the extra vertebrae in the back?"
She sighed again, murmuring to herself. "So many unanswered questions. But do I
actually want them answered?"

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~~*Sub-Basement labs, After Midnight*~~

The steady hum of the running scanners was the only noise that
echoed in the still silence of the usually bustling laboratory. A soft light
lit the control panels, showing their ever-continued vigilance on their
unmoving charges. But the light that illuminated the room was not from a
man-made source. Pod 3 still pulsed, the 'natural' light steadily flickering
out its own rhythm.

But now, as it sat alone in the room, its only company being the
mechanical watchdogs that were attached to its smooth hull, pod 3 began
to change.

A fine, hairline fracture started at the apex of the elliptical casing.
It began its journey down the hull, moving in a straight, unbroken line until
it reached the base, effectively creating two hemispheres. As the crack
began to widen, the soft light that once illuminated the room began to get
stronger, increasing in intensity as the fission became wider.

Soon, a loud cracking sound shot through the room, and the sensors
and cameras caught and recorded the once whole pod became two halves.
The searing light filled the room, and the steady pulsing from before
became strong and hurried. A high-pitched squeal was recorded in the
logs as the blinking finally became one full stream, touching every corner of the
empty lab.

Slowly the light faded, leaving the now cracked-open pod in complete
darkness, and the steady hum of the watchdog sensors and machines was
the only sound that filled the laboratory once again.

**************

~~*Capsule Coproration, The Next Morning*~~

The bright morning sunshine shone cheerily through the large bay
windows in the dining room, casting her warming rays upon the inhabitants
of the building.

Trunks was the first at the table, and when he sat down in his
customary spot, he plunked down a large stack of books next to his plate.
He pulled out a notebook, and as he shoveled the morning's nourishment
into his mouth, he looked through the pages of notes.

Bulma poured him a cup of orange juice, and helped herself to a
piece of his notes as she sat down next to him. "Test today, Trunks?" She
wrinkled her nose as she saw what he was studying. "Ugh, Mythology. One
of my most dreaded subjects in school." She quickly handed him back the
paper, treating it as a dangerous toxin.

Trunks smirked as he glanced at the paper. "Hai. Mythology is kind
of a drag, but it's rather neat to see how some of the old legends were
created. Some of the creatures from Greek, Norse, and Roman times
were pretty fantastical. As were the imaginations of the people that
created them."

Vejiita entered the dining room and sat down in his customary huff.
He glanced at the stack of books on the table and snorted. He began to
pile large quantities of food on his plate. "Vejiita-sei had few creatures of
fancy and folklore. There were the gods of War, Destruction, and Death."
He ate for a bit and continued, after swallowing. "And of course the
Legend of the Super Saiya-jiin."

Bulma scrunched up her nose. "Of course, Vejiita. What a pleasant
topic for the breakfast table. Do continue." She snorted right back at
him when he gave her a dirty look.

Bra entered the room, a thoughtful look on her face. She glanced
out in the hall a few times before sitting down in her customary place next
to her father. "Ohaiyo, Papa, Mama, Trunks-oniichan."

Bulma gave her youngest a smile and filled her plate for her. "You
look tired this morning, Bra-chan. Did you not sleep well?"

She stared down at her plate, not really looking at its contents. "I
slept okay, Mama." She blinked a few times and turned to her father.
"Papa, can people have wings?"

He grunted at her, not looking up from his plate.

Bulma rolled her eyes at her husband. "Why do you ask that,
Bra-chan?"

Bra's thin eyebrows knitted together in concentration. "I had a
dream last night about people that had wings. Pretty wings like butterflies
and dragonflies, and birds. Lots of colors. Some were really big, and some
were really tiny, like the size of a leaf." Bra used her hands to
demonstrate the sizes. She really started to get into her storytelling.
"But there were some also my size, too. Some had tails and others didn't.
A lot of them had antennae like Piccolo-san, and pointy ears. They were
really friendly and they wanted to play with me and sing and dance. We
were running around in a forest with lots of trees. Pan-chan was there
too, but she kept running away from a man that had feet like a horse and
horns on his head. It was so real--it didn't seem like a dream." She smiled
slightly at her mother and began to eat her food.

Trunks snorted, glancing up from his notes. "What story did Papa
tell you before you went to bed?"

Bra scowled slightly at her brother. "Stop teasing me, Oniichan." He
shrugged and turned back to his notes.

"Well, that sounds like a very fun dream, Bra-chan," Bulma gave her
youngest a smile. "You have a very good imagination."

Bra blinked a few times, her face serious. "I didn't imagine it, Mama. I was there, in
the woods, playing with the people with wings." She glanced over her
shoulder. "I know it was real."

Vejiita glanced up from his food, a small frown on his face. She
really did think that her dream was real. "People can not have wings, brat.
You were dreaming."

Bra shook her head vehemently. "No, Papa! I was there! In the
forest! And it had to be real. I saw one of the people this morning!" She
pointed behind her, to the entranceway.

Trunks frowned. "You were sleepwalking, B-chan. People can't have
wings." He blinked and pulled out a large book from his pile. He opened it
and flipped through the large volume until he came to what he needed.
"Did your dream have people that looked like this?"

The book was opened to a two page spread of a scene where a large
number of mystical creatures: fairies, elves, nymphs, satyrs, and other
assorted fae were dancing and partying in a large forest setting. A lot of
the creatures had wings, and some were aloft in the air, doing intricate
dances with the winds.

Bra pulled the book closer, excited. "Hai!" She pointed out specific
fae. "There were a lot of these, and a couple of those. This kind was the
one chasing Pan-chan around," she pointed to a male satyr, playing a small
wooden flute. "And this kind is an elf."

Trunks glanced at his mother, surprise written on both of their
faces. "How did you know that, B-chan?"

She smiled at the book, running her fingers over the
two-dimensional creatures that frolicked on the pages. "Because I asked
one of them what he was, and he said an elf. He was really nice to me and
we talked about a lot of things. He used some of his magic on me and he
turned me into an elf too! I had really pretty purple and green wings like a
butterfly, and my tail grew back! He seemed really surprised at my tail,
though. I don't think he knew I was Saiya-jiin." She glanced up, and saw
that her family was staring at her.

Vejiita scowled. He didn't like the sound of what she was saying. It was
too vivid and realistic to her to be just a dream. He blinked as he
remembered the last comment she made to him. "What did you say, Bra?
You saw one? Here?"

She nodded. "Hai, Papa. When I woke up, the elf that I talked to
was in my room." She frowned, thinking about her visitor. "He looked
really scared, though. Really confused. I don't think he likes it here. He
was much happier in the woods." Bra turned her attention back down at
the book.

Vejiita growled. "What are those creatures, Trunks?"

The purple haired Saiya-jiin glanced at the book. "Those are
faeries, Papa. Mythological creatures of magic. The legends that
surround them were created from the unexplainable in nature, their
protectorate. There are different types of fae for the different types of
nature: mountains, valleys, oceans, lakes and streams, forests, meadows,
etc. They were believed to also bless children when they were born with
luck, or health, or long life. But some were labeled as tricksters, too. A
few kinds decided that their only pleasure in life was to make the humans
that lived near them as miserable as possible. Most were just fun and
games, but some could get nasty. Especially if their homes were harmed."
He shrugged. "But they're all tales--figments of imagination and drunken
states and shadows. They are the reason of the creation of the term
'fairy tales'."

Bulma stared at him, an eyebrow raised in surprise. "I think you're
ready for your test today, Trunks."

"You know me and school, Mama," he just shrugged modestly.

Vejiita snorted and crossed his arms. "It seems to be just fanciful
fluff. A little girl's dream." His eyes wavered toward Bra pointedly. She
just scowled and flipped the page in the mythology book. He returned his
black eyes to his oldest. "When was the last time you checked on the
pod?" Bulma stared at him, the pod forgotten in the morning's events.

Trunks blinked a few times, startled by the topic switch. "Around
midnight."

"What happened to 'guard duty?'" Bulma threw him a teasing smile.

"Well, I wanted to, but then I remembered the Mythology test for
today and I wanted to look over the notes I borrowed from Mariko-chan.
Then I fell asleep." He blushed slightly, his hand rubbing his neck in
embarrassment.

Bra giggled slightly, pointing her blue eyes at her older brother.
"Who's Mariko-chan, Oniichan?"

Trunks' cheeks flushed pink. "None of your business, brat." He
scowled and gathered up his belongings. "I have to go. Goten-kun wanted
to look over Mariko-SAN's notes as well."

Bulma chuckled and put her hand on his arm. "You have plenty of
time, Trunks! Now sit and tell me all about Mariko-chan. Is she pretty?
Are you going to make me a grandmother soon?"

Trunks gaped at his mother, his face turning purple in
embarrassment. "Okaasan! Shimatta!" He threw her a glare and bolted
out of the room.

The older female sighed and stared into her coffee cup. "That boy
gets embarrassed so easily."

Bra giggled and asked again. "Who's Mariko-chan, Mama?"

Vejiita pushed away from the table. "I'll be in the gravity room."

As he was leaving the room, someone ran into him. "Bulma-san,
Bulma-san!"

The Saiya-jiin no Ouji rumbled out a growl. "I am not the Onna,
human."

"I'm over here, Tashi-san. What's up?" She waved at her lead
technician from the table.

Tashi backed away from Vejiita, bowing as he moved away. "Gomen nasai,
Vejiita-san." He rushed over to Bulma. "Come quick, Bulma-san!"

The purple-haired genius gave him an odd glance. "What's wrong?"

"The pod! The pod!"

Bulma threw Vejiita a questioning glance and he nodded. She stood
and wiped her mouth. "Tell us as we go, Tashi-san."

Tashi led the way, explaining what happened they moved through the
corridors at a fast clip. "When I arrived this morning, I went directly to
pod 3's room, to check on it. But," they paused at the steel doors and
Tashi entered his clearance codes, opening the security entrance.

They continued down the hallways. "But when I went in there, it
was gone!"

"Gone?"

He nodded. "Well, part of it. The outside hull was there, but the
creature inside was gone."

The trio entered the lab that housed pod 3. Several technicians
clustered around the main table, whispering and arguing to themselves.
Tashi cleared his throat, and when they saw who was here, they scattered.
letting the Mistress of CC examine the new findings.

Bulma and Vejiita moved to stand next to the table. What they
found there made the female suck in a breath. The hull of the pod was
indeed still there--it was split in two like a husk. But it was empty.
Nothing rested within the slimy walls.

Bulma poked a finger inside, touching the shiny liquid. She peered at it in
distaste. "Get a specimen jar." When she was handed the container, she
used a handy spatula and scooped a sample of the mucous into it. She
handed it to one of the technicians. "Analyze this. See if it's what I think
it is."

Tashi held up the jar containing the pale, viscous fluid. "Embryonic
fluid?"

She nodded, cleaning her hands in a towel. "Hai, or something close
to it. I don't think the pods are eggs, but I'll bet the liquid has some
nutritional value to whatever was inside." She peered back into the pod
wrinkling her face at the mess. She glanced at her mate, who was looking
closely at the door frame. "What are you doing, Vejiita?"

He let out a grunt of dissatisfaction. He bent lower to the ground.
"I'm trying to see where it escaped, Onna." He stood and studied the rest
of the room, frowning. "There is no sign of a forced exit, anywhere."

Tashi cleared his throat. "Well, there was a little. We found a
small table knocked over, and the items that rested on it were strewn all
over the floor. We just picked it up." He glanced between the mated
pair. "Was that wrong?"

Bulma shook her head. "Iie, that's fine, Tashi-san." She glanced at
the pod again. A slow look of realization crossed her face. "What about
the other three pods? Is there any activity?" Vejiita let out a mumbled
curse and vanished from the room.

Tashi shook his head, his eyes widening in slight horror. "We
haven't had a chance to look in on the others, Bulma-san. It's been rather
hectic."

Vejiita came back into the room, a deep scowl darkening his
features. "Well, you better check on them, human. Two of the pods'
temperature have increased dramatically."

Tashi let out a small gasp and rushed out of the room, several
assistant following in his footsteps. He came back a few minutes later
with his hands full of papers. "Pod 1 has almost reached the same
temperature as Pod 3 did, and Pod 4 is getting close." He handed the
results to Bulma.

She gave them a quick look-over and glanced sharply at Tashi.
"They're going to start blinking soon, ne?"

He nodded, his eyes locked on the papers in Bulma's hands. "Hai.
Pod 1 will start pulsing tonight, and Pod 4 soon after that, if they follow
the same pattern as the first one." He looked up, locking eyes with his
boss.

She nodded. "Make sure someone is with each pod at all times. Let
me know immediately if anything begins to happen to any of the remaining
three pods."

"Hai, Bulma-san."

She glanced at Tashi and without a answering remark, pulled Vejiita
out of the room by his arm.

Vejiita allowed himself to be led away. "Where are you going,
Onna? Where are you taking me?"

The purple-haired female glanced at her perturbed husband and
slid her hand into his. She gave it a small squeeze. "We are going to find
out what actually happened." She stopped in front of a steel door marked
in red letters--'Security.'

The male smirked. His mate was not just all beauty. "Cameras."

She nodded, opening the door. "Hopefully, they caught our guest waking up
and leaving the room."
How's that? Ya got some info in there...is it enough to tie ya over? *grin* So the pod opened up...and the guest inside is now roaming around CC...hehehe...Let me know what you think of the chapter...And what you think was in the pod..you might guess right, but I'm not tellin... Gie-chan.