What If there was One More
Chapter 2
"Mystery Girl Solved"
By Lady Yagami-Sama


The laughter died down as Vegeta went to sulk just within hearing range of the others. He was humiliated and ashamed of his defeat by a girl who was not even as strong as he was. But, against his better judgment, he found that he had acquired the same sense of respect and admiration that he felt for his future son. He crossed his arms and leaned up against a pillar, pretending to ignore the conversations of the others, but secretly listening very closely.

"I'm really sorry about Vegeta, Goku," Yakima said, glancing over at the brooding form of the saiyan prince, "I hope I didn't hurt him."

Goku laughed, "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, you most likely hurt his pride more than anything else."

"Yeah," added Krillin, "he'll be back to his old 'I'm the Prince of all Saiyans' self again in no time. I'm Krillin, by the way," he said, offering his hand to the girl.

Yakima took it, smiling, she liked Krillin already, "Nice to meet you," she said.

Goku laughed and put his hand behind his head, "Oh, silly me, I guess I should introduce you to the others." He placed a hand on Gohan's shoulder, "This is my son, Gohan..."

Yakima looked down at the young boy and gasped, "Oh! You're a super saiyan! But you're so young, how can that be?"

Gohan blushed and smiled, "My dad taught me."

The girl looked up at Goku, realizing for the first time that behind his easy-going nature, there was a fierce warrior who could well be stronger than her beloved master!

Goku continued introductions, "That's Tien and Choutzu over there," the triclops nodded, and the latter made a little bow. "And the tall green guy there is Piccolo," the one in question just grunted a greeting and went back to doing absolutely nothing. Goku then pointed to a tall, handsome man with a number of scares on his face, "This is Yam-"

"Yamcha, at your service, my young beauty!" Yamcha said, pushing his way past Goku to take her hand. Yakima thought it was cute, but he was a bit too old for her. "If you ever need to learn a few new moves," Yamcha continued, flexing his muscles, "I'll be more than happy to-"

"Oh, shut it, Yamcha," said a blue haired woman, carrying a baby, as she shoved the man aside, "she's too young for you. Hi there, dear, I'm Bulma, wife to that jerk over there," she said this pointing to the distant form of Vegeta. "And this is my son, Trunks," the baby in her arms cooed and waved his arms at the girl.

Yakima smiled, she knew right away that she and Bulma would get along wonderfully, and she found it funny that she openly called her husband a jerk. "Nice to meet you both," she said, "I'm sorry about fighting your husband, Bulma, I hope you're not too mad at me."

"Nonsense, dear!" laughed the woman, "If you ask me, it would do him good to get knocked around like that every once and a while!"

Over by the pillar, Vegeta harrumphed and scowled, but he knew he could do little else, that woman always beat him in arguments.

"Oh," Bulma continued, pulling another person into view, "This is my son, Trunks, as well, he's from the future."

The girl smiled warmly up at the boy, who was little older than herself, he was absolutely dreamy, but she looked him in the eye coolly, "From the future, huh?" she asked, "So I guess you came to help fight cell as well?"

Trunks nodded, the girl made him nervous, staring at him like that, and he had this feeling in his chest that he could not quite put his finger on.

"Speaking of Cell," said Piccolo suddenly, "I'd like to know how, exactly, you found out about him and how you knew where to find us."

Yakima looked at him, he reminded her of the Guardian on her planet; hard on the outside, but kind and caring underneath. She did not feel that he was the guardian of this planet, but then again, he was. She nodded gravely at him, "I see it now," she said, staring hard into his eyes, "the guardian is a part of you, isn't he?"

Piccolo nodded, "He is here, and I feel that he knows something about you."

The girl looked away suddenly, "You would be right about that," she said, seeming not to look at anything, "The Guardian of The Red Planet knew your Kami well, they were brothers you see."

"What!" Krillin exclaimed, "Kami has a brother? How come he never told us about him?"

Yakima looked at him, as if coming back from the place where she had been a moment ago. "He wouldn't have would he," she said, as if to herself, "No, because our planet needed to remain a secret from Freeza and all like him. If Freeza had any idea of our planet's existence, we would have suffered a fate much like Namek's. You see, like most planets, we also have our own set of Dragonballs, but they are much different than yours or Namek's. The dragon of these balls, Shenrick," she shivered at the name, "is evil. He was not always so, but gradually a virus took him that turned his heart to coal. Every wish he grants turns evil and if one wishes an evil thing, that wish will turn out ten times worse than was meant. So we asked all the Guardians never to speak of our planet to anyone so that there would never be a chance for an invasion of one such as Freeza."

Everyone was shocked at the girl's horrible story and could not think of anything to say, all, that is, except for Piccolo.

"You still have not answered my question," he said, but not without a little compassion in his usually hard voice.

Yakima drew a deep breath, "Oh yes, of course, forgive me. Our Guardian, Kakito, as I said, sensed the great power of an evil being on this planet, and he knew that it was too much for his brother, Kami, to handle. We do not have a band of fighters like all of you, for our planet is relatively peaceful, since it is cut off from the rest of the universe. But there were two of us, my master and I. My master, Marakai, found me as a child, I had no parents and no recollection of who I was, but Marakai explained all that to me. He was a saiyan too, you see, and he told me about our race; about how the weaker ones were sent to different planets to grow apart from the stronger ones. It disgusted me, and I grew up with a bitter loathing for those who had sent me there. Marakai trained me for many years, but he was old already when he found me, and he died before I was very strong. But for longing for my dear master, I pushed myself, training to be as strong as he was. That's when I transformed into the legend that he had always told me about; a super saiyan. So that's why Kakito sent me to help you, I am the strongest on our planet and he knew you would need all the help you could get. He directed me to his brother's lookout and I am glad to say I found it easy enough." She looked up at Piccolo, "Did I answer your question that time Piccolo-sama?"

Piccolo nodded and smiled a rare smile, "I think it more than covers the basic need-to-know information." He looked around at all the other fighters, "Now lets get down to business," he said, back to his usual self, "As I said before, we will all take another turn in the time chamber, except for Goku and Gohan, that is," he glanced at them sideways and frowned a bit.

"That's right," said Goku cheerily, "so we had better get going, Chi-Chi will worry, come on Gohan. We'll see you guys soon, nice to meet you Yakima."

And before she could say goodbye, they were gone.

Piccolo turned to her, "What about you, are you going to take a turn in the time chamber?"

Yakima nodded curtly, "Count me in," she said.

"Trunks," Piccolo continued, "since Vegeta is going in alone, you can go in with Yakima, agreed?"

Trunks stole an uncertain glance at the girl then turned back to Piccolo and nodded.

The namek grunted, "Good, then you can go in first. No objections, Vegeta," he said as Vegeta straitened up and opened his mouth to speak, "I know what I'm doing."

Vegeta slumped back against the pillar and crossed his arms over his chest, "Who does that Namek think he is, talking to me like that," he mumbled, "I must be going soft, letting him get away with it like that..." his grumbling continued, though words were lost to human comprehension, as Trunks and Yakima prepared to lock themselves up for a year inside the hyperbolic time chamber.