Timer knew it was not going to help that his sister was sleeping, but he knew it would have to do until he could get her home. Off world Kirean's stood no chance of living through stage three, but on planet, maybe she could find a mate.

He looked at the guests his sister had brought into her house. "Go on eating, my sister might be fine soon." She said, then looked at her, "If we have any of the famous Legend Luck." He whispered to the sorrowful face of his only blood relative of their Mirai timeline.

"What's wrong with her?" a soft asked, startling Timer.

He looked over his shoulder to the face of the person there. It was Goku, he knew of this strong warrior, but had never met him until today.

"The Kirean Spirit-Of-Death is visiting her. She's reached stage three; no one has made it without a mate. My little sister has none, I stand a chance of losing her, and she's all I have left of my time. Without her I don't know how long I can fight my own stage two death. She's my reason for living. The only person I trust. I have no family of my own, and without her I don't think I ever will." He easily picked his sister into his arms. Her head turned to revile the symbol of her blood. A tattoo of a sword and shield was just below her hairline. Two other tattoos shone on her cheeks, one on each cheek. Thick lines of dark blue, each just an inch long.

He sighed. Stage three is almost here, he thought watching the tattoo fight to stay on. He put her side ways on the chair, he feet dangled over the edge.

"Droid four-nine, get me some plain Kirean Soil. Allot of it." He said, ripping the back of his sister shirt open, and getting his small throwing dagger out.

The droid quikly ran back in, three jars full of Kirean soil in its hands, "Here you go, Master Timer." It said, putting them at his feet.

"Good, now get me some water and bandages, and some power beans. We're going to need them." He said, cutting a line right above her heart.

Little did he know that when he had ripped his sister's shirt open, he had reviled the mark of an elite soldier of the Saiyan Empire. With a black background, a red planet in the very center, the mark was hard to miss. But he was keeping track of where he cut. One small mistake and he would either kill his sister, or he would send her into stage four… if there was a stage four…

Vegeta looked at the mark in shock. He knew that mark; it was the mark of an elite fighter in his father's army…

Timer quikly ended the cut; the reached down and used just a bit of his power to untwist the top of the jar. Then he took some of it out and put into the cut, to stop the virus from getting to the heart, then he started to cut around the other organs that the virus would attack, and packed them with soil.

After he finished he took the padding and everything else he would need to keep his sisters life out of danger. Until she found a mate that was. Then it would her mate's job to keep her out of trouble.

He then took the power bean, took out a small bowl and a small, but powerful stone. (He got it off a planet called Dannora, everything has a power, whether it be healing or killing.) He then grounded the bean into a fine powder, then added some water, and put the bowl on the ground for a moment.

He carefully turned his sister towards him, and put his arm around her so that his shoulder supported her head. Then picked up the bowl again and put it to her lips, and tip it as he encouraged her to drink. After she finished, he put the bowl down and cleaned up her face, the carefully picked her up.

"Computer, where should I put my sister?" he called out.

"Droid four-nine will take you to the Icycat's room. Will the miss's be okay?" it asked.

"If I have anything to say about it, she will." He growled. After nearly dying, he had realized just how quikly he or anyone else could die, and sworn never to let anyone die unless he had no choice in the matter.

He followed the worried droid, not noticing that the others where following him.

He quikly walked into his sister's room. A large room painted silver and dark green, the colors of the Ultament Saiya Force, the few powerful people who survived many battles, fought many wars, and never gave up hope. Only the most powerful and faithful made it to his sister's group, his own, the Shadow Force, was almost as feared as his sisters. Only his where assassins, the best assassins in the universe, while his sisters where Peacekeepers and warriors, not people you would like to meet in a ally, dark or other wise. While you would never like to see the Shadow Force walking down the street, they could be after you.

His sister groaned and thrashed a bit. He bit back a curse.

"Computer, heat up the room as much as you can, and call all of the Forces, tell them that Crown Princess Catherine of Kirea is in need of their help, make sure that no matter what, you get the Healing Force out here." He stated. The Healing Force where one rank lower then the Shadow Force, and where the best healers anywhere. They could probably hold off the Spirit-Of- Death for awhile longer.

"Right away, master Timer. Anything else?" the computer asked as the room started to heat up.

"Nothing right now."

"Okay."