Vegeta woke up the next morning when Laze shook him awake. "What?" he asked groggily. "We have to get off the planet, NOW!" Laze all but screamed. Vegeta looked at her in shock, and asked: "Why?" "WHY?!?! BECAUSE THAT GOOD- FOR-NOTHING FRIEZA IS GOING TO BLOW IT ALL UP!!! THAT'S WHY!!!" Vegeta's jaw dropped and after he got dressed, he and Laze hurried down the halls, toward the pod-area. They both jumped into a pod and took off, away from the planet. Five minutes after they left, the planet blew up.

When their pods crashed into the ground of a planet a few light-years away, the inhabitants were extremely surprised. Laze and Vegeta emerged from their pods, and Laze looked around in confusion, until a smile crossed her face. Vegeta noticed this, and asked: "What is it?" "Vegeta, we're on Chikano-sei, this is where my parents were born!" Laze said, her smile not wavering. Vegeta knew she had heard a lot about his planet, and she had always said she wanted to go there once, but when her parents died, she almost knew she'd never go there. But here they were, alive and kicking on the surface of Chikano-sei.

The inhabitants of Chikano-sei were extremely friendly, and an old man, who had said his name was Belthasar, had said he knew Laze's mother and father because they had followed classes with him, and he asked them if they would like to follow the same lessons as her parents had followed when they were young. The two exchanged one glance with each other, before they grinned and told the old man that they'd like that. Instead of mainly using their chi, they used something the people here referred to as Magical Energy, or 'Mana', which was different for both of them.

Vegeta learned that his type of Magic was Lightning, and according to Belthasar, that was one of the reasons why Vegeta's hair stood up like that. Laze had a very rare type of Magic, namely Dragon's Magic, a highly destructive form of Magic that called for a huge amount of Mana, which she had, she even had a little to spare. "A little?" Vegeta had once teased. "She could cast 20 of her strongest spells if she so desired to and not go to a Mana Fountain once!"

Mana Fountains and special altars were used to restore lost Mana, even though people usually used the Mana Fountains, which were usually surrounded by Manoliths, three large pillars circled around the Mana Fountain, the top bent to the middle just above the core of the Fountain, and a large Mana Boll on top of it to send out Mana to Manohors, small creatures that gave Mana to all that were of its own group that were near him, they were usually found around wizards, because they used the most Mana of all, which included Vegeta and Laze. Things called Shrikes, which were creatures with large wings attached to their head with no legs and arms, that could send out a shriek so high, and with such precision, they could easily knock the wind out of you by the force it was sent at you, usually guarded Manoliths.

So as not to be discovered by Frieza or his minions, the two named themselves Kyoushi and Maya, and pretended to be Belthasar's grandchildren, who had agreed to help the two to stay undiscovered.

A druid also tutored them, but only taught them how to make a Life Shield around themselves to protect them better, and the Rangers taught them the art of shooting with a bow and arrow. The two of them were extremely powerful, and usually spent time together training, or studying new spells Belthasar gave them. The two became one with nature more and more as the days passed.

One day, Laze was just watching the sundown, her brother standing beside her, their Manohors taking a break as well. She just couldn't believe how happy she was here. She had never been this happy anywhere else in all her life (which was a very long time mind you!). With a sigh, Laze sat down on the ground, the bottom of her feet touching and her hands on her ankles, tail swaying lazily behind her.

"This sure is beautiful," she mumbled, and Vegeta looked oddly at her. "You've never said that word before," he stated, as if it was a miracle of some kind. She looked up at him, and smiled at him, without too much trouble at all. "Because there was nothing around I could say it about. I've seen everything of Vegeta-sei when I was 6 months old, due to my parents' constant traveling around," she explained, looking over at the huge lake they were at.

Vegeta watched his sister for awhile, and looked at the lake as well. The two teenagers (they were now ten years old) staid there for awhile, until Vegeta turned to Laze and said something she had never expected. "I'll be leaving in the morning." Laze stared up in shock. "What?!" "I'm going to look for surviving Saiyans." Laze was instantly on her feet.

"Kyoushi! You can't be serious! Frieza'll find you and what will you do when he does?! He could kill you whenever he wants!" she said as something started to glitter in her eyes. As the first droplet rolled down her cheek, more began to follow. Vegeta looked down at her, and said: "Stop crying Nichan, you're not making it any easier for me." "I'm not trying to! Just don't go! You can't go! You'll die!!" she sobbed, trying to choke them back, but failing miserably. Vegeta did something Laze had done years ago.

He placed his hands on either sides of her head, and a strange glow encircled her head, before her eyes closed and she fainted into her brother's arms. Vegeta brought her home, and laid her down on her bed, hugged her once more for what could possibly be the very last time, and left to his own room to pack his things.

The next day, Laze woke up around noon, and she instantly remembered the last night's events, and she began crying. She buried her head into her pillow, and didn't notice the flame haired boy climbing through her window. He was a little older than she was, he had a windows- peak, a scar running from just above his left eye to right above his chin, sharply pointed ears, and wore some casual clothes. He walked over to her and lightly stroke her back, telling her it was okay, that everything would be fine, and she allowed him, not caring whom it was. Her everlasting pride had shattered, and he knew it, so he pulled her into his arms, sitting down onto the bed with her in his lap, his chin resting on her head and his arms holding her against him as she cried into his chest. He rocked back and forth with her, hoping to make her tears stop from falling.

"He'll die… I know he's going to die… why wouldn't he listen to me?" she whispered. "Don't worry, I'll tell someone to see to it that he won't. Okay?" She nodded, and whiped her tears away. He laid down, with Laze still in his arms, and he told her to rest, and she did. He kept on stroking her back, not noticing his body's reaction to the girl in his arms. He kissed her forehead, and fell asleep with her.

***5 years later***

Zeal gave the man the form, and he looked it over a few times, until he looked at her. "Okay, what are you planning girl?" he asked sternly. "Don't call me 'girl' already, I'm supposed to be an adult remember?" Zeal said, her jacket slung over her right shoulder. "Whatever, so, what do you plan on doing?" the spiked red haired man asked. "I don't know, but who knows? I'll find something I guess," Zeal said, and even though it's been 5 whole years, she still felt pain in her heart, and at some points, it was clearly visible.

Pjotr Collins sighed, and got up from his seat. "Then I wish you good luck Zeal," he said, and they shook hands, before Zeal left the office. Once she got outside, she instantly saw a curly brown haired woman stand there, a small infant boy in her arms. "Hey Cenal, any luck?" she asked. "Yep, I figured out on which school she is and they have an open invoice, Science I'm afraid, but…"

"Don't worry, I'll be fine, and I'll be able to keep an eye on her." Cenal nodded, and Zeal opened the door of her car, and Cenal got in, before Zeal got into the driver's seat. As they drove off, Zeal couldn't help but wonder if Vegeta was all right, for she feared he was killed already, but something told her not to worry.

***15 years later***

Vegeta was just walking around, because he blew up the GR again and it wouldn't be done within a week, so he was bored out of his mind. He came past International Park, and watched a few children play around, before he went to sit down on a bench. He then noticed a young girl on a swing, being pushed by what appeared to be her older brother, because they looked very much alike. They both had auburn colored hair and light green eyes. The boy was about 15, while the girl was barely 6 or 7.

The two of them seemed to entertain themselves pretty good, seeing as the girl was laughing her head off as the boy pushed her with a smile. For some reason, they seemed familiar to him, and he watched them for awhile, until something touched his leg. He looked down, and saw a multicolored ball rolling near his leg, and a young girl came scurrying toward him to get her ball back. Vegeta watched as she picked up the ball, looked up at him, and smiled shyly, before heading back to her friends.

He looked up, only to see a woman around twenty, leaning against a tree, standing almost completely in the shadows, her face directed his way, and somehow, he knew she was looking at him. He glared at her, but she didn't move. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she had long hair that nearly reached the small of her back. Something around her waist twitched, before her arms uncrossed, and she ran like the wind, disappearing as if she'd never been there in the first place.

"Earthlings, they're all weird," he mumbled to himself. "Then I should be glad not to be one, huh?" a familiar voice said, and as he looked behind him, he gasped. The woman smirked wickedly, and sat down beside Vegeta, her arms crossed across her chest. After awhile, she whipped a loose strand of golden colored hair from her face and looked at Vegeta. "What?" she asked, her sapphire blue eyes shimmering lightly. "But I thought you…" "Same here." The two smirked wickedly, before they got up, and left the park.

The next morning…

"Where were you last night, Vegeta?!" Bulma demanded. Vegeta chuckled as he took a bite from his sandwich. "I was with a friend for your information," he said sarcastically, but that one sentence made Bulma gape at him in shock. Vegeta just finished his sandwich in silence, before leaving the kitchen. They didn't see Vegeta for quite some weeks, even after the GR was rebuilt, he often left CC, saying he was going training, and everyday he would come back with wounds that would be fatal for humans, but not for Saiyans.

"Vegeta, how the hell did you get these anyway?!" Bulma demanded, fastening another bandage. "None of your business woman!" Vegeta hissed, not showing the slightest hint of pain, even though inside, he was burning with it. Bulma found this extremely odd, but after she cleaned his wounds, he had dozed off, and Bulma left to go to work for the last hours of the day.

She gave a sigh as she approached the building. "Bulma, can I have a word with you for a second?" a familiar voice said, and Bulma looked up to meet Zeal's sapphire blue eyes. 'How'd her eyes get so blue?!' Bulma inwardly fumed about that there was someone with eyes bluer than hers were. "Yeah, sure," she said softly. "About what?" "It's about Vegeta," Zeal said, her face dead serious. Bulma couldn't help but feel something wasn't right. "What about him?" Zeal looked around anxiously, before pulling Bulma along to a deserted side of the building.

"Bulma, Vegeta's trying to reach what he's not ready for, yet. And when he'll finally reach it, he'll probably kill that 3rd class dweeb of a Kakarot, let me finish!" Zeal said before Bulma could interfere. "Once that's done, he'll go trying to kill himself because he believes that there's nothing left to live for. I want you to prove to him, that if you throw life away, it's a true waste, will you?"

Bulma looked shocked for a moment, until she frowned and hissed: "No, let him kill himself! I don't care! See if there's someone who does!" The golden haired woman across from her gasped in shock. "Zeal, he's just a good-for-nothing, two-timing asshole who cares about none other than himself and beating Goku! Even if he decides to live on with his life, there'll never be somebody that'll care for that… that… monkey!"

This made Zeal cover her mouth with one hand as she gasped again. When she removed it, she looked sadly at the ground. "You're right…… I guess… I guess I was a fool to ask you…… I… I just…" she choked back a sob. "Please excuse me," she muttered, running past Bulma, tears filling her sapphire blue eyes as she ran. Bulma was in shock. In all her life, she had never seen Zeal cry, she was always so strong. Bulma had never imagined Zeal to be so shocked when she called Vegeta a monkey, no one ever was.

After awhile, she followed the hysteric female, but found something she never thought she'd see. Instead of finding her crying onto the ground near the lake at the back of the building, she found the woman deadly frustrated, taking it out on some small rocks. Zeal picked up a rock and screamed in anger, before hurling the stone away, and a pretty good distance.

Some days later, Bulma found her, sitting near a pond in the park, long after dark, just watching the stars. She was smoking, something she did when she was either sad, or upset. In Bulma's opinion, it could be both. Bulma cleared her throat, but Zeal didn't move; she just sat there. "Zeal, I…" "Go away woman, I have no intentions of hearing your incessant babbling right now!" Zeal hissed in a very familiar way. Bulma shook her head and said: "I just wanted to apologize, I'm sorry about what I said, really I am."

Zeal shot up and whirled around to face Bulma, and Bulma saw the burning rage in those two sapphires. "I don't need your pity woman! So go away and leave me alone!" Zeal turned back to the pond and stalked over to the edge of it. She staid there, unmoving. Bulma sighed, and tried again, but all she got was: "…Go away."

***15 years in the past, Orange Star High School***

She entered the room, and looked over all the new faces, looking, searching, for any sign of--- 'Gotcha!' she thought as she got sight of a certain lavender haired girl, sitting in front of the class, highly nervous. Zeal smiled, before standing behind the desk and taking a deep breath. The children all gulped, some knowing from experience that every new teacher gave a long lecture about the school rules, especially the first lessons of the new year. Zeal looked up at the children and began.

"First of, I think it might be easy for you to tell me your names, that would make my stay here a lot easier." The children mentally sighed in relief, and all said in unison: "Yes Ma'am." Zeal smiled warmly, and said: "Okay, let's start from the back, I want you kids to state your name, age, and a few of your hobbies. And don't worry, I won't tease people about their hobbies, and I don't want others to do that either," she flashed them a dark look, "do I make myself clear?" "Yes Ma'am."

"Patrick McMutton, I'm 17 years old and like playing baseball and computer games," a tall boy in the back said once Zeal pointed at him. "Maggie Anderson, I'm 18 years old and like to knit and play soccer." It continued like this, until she reached the lavender haired girl, who tried to hide her face from the others, who were snickering evilly. "Bulma Briefs, I'm 14 years old and like to invent stuff." Nearly everyone burst out laughing, like so many years before, and Bulma felt tears welling up in her eyes. A loud bang shut them up however.

Zeal's hand was flat on the table, palm down, and around her hand a few cracks were clearly visible. "I thought I said something about making fun on one's hobbies!" she hissed angrily. The children gulped, but Bulma watched, fascinated by this new teacher who actually managed to shut the loudest class in the school up within a second. Zeal gave one heavy sigh, before straightening herself up and saying: "I am Ayalim Nelim Zeal, or Zeal, for short, I'm 25 years of age, and I enjoy shooting, horse riding, fighting, and---" she paused for effect, "---killing stalkers of young women."

The entire class let out either a loud gasp, or (in the boys' case) a fascinated: "Whoa!" Bulma belonged to the last group. Instantly, the children started asking all sorts of questions, like "What do you like to shoot with?" or "What kind of horse do you ride?" or "How much stalkers did you kill?" Zeal answered with honest answers, and when the bell nearly rang, she gave all children a list with all school rules, and on paper, it was a lot better.

During recess, everyone who had followed classes with Zeal so far was talking about her, and this confused most of the other teachers, for not one of them had ever been that fond among students. Zeal however, didn't pay the slightest attention to it all; she just sat outside under a tree and ate a sandwich. After that, she pulled out a hip-flagon and drunk greedily from it, some dark red liquid seeping down her chin. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and sighed, her large fangs exposed to the world. She closed her mouth, and her fangs returned to normal, and she walked back into the building.

***15 years later, International Park***

Zeal didn't remember how long she staid there, but after awhile, a small sigh escaped her lips and a tear escaped her eye. Her mate was dead now, and she didn't even know how it happened. She just sat on a bench, looking at the lake. Before she did anything drastic, she pulled a joint from her pocket to ease her troubled mind. She had thought a walk would've done that, but apparently, it did not. She was starting to think about leaving her body lying somewhere in sand or something; she felt there was nothing she could do anyway.

I took a walk around the world to

Ease my troubled mind

I left my body lying somewhere

In the sands of time

I watched the world float to the dark

Side of the moon

I feel there's nothing I can do, yeah

The words suddenly echoed through her head, and she gasped. 'How the fuck did that get in there!' she thought angrily. She looked at the lake, and began to wonder. 'I wonder if he really is gone. I mean, there's no proof, just rumors.' She was about to get up, when she heard someone behind her clear her throat. 'Oh great! What does she want?!' she thought angrily. Bulma spoke, but Zeal interrupted her and told her to leave. After Zeal had gotten up and was facing the lake, Bulma tried once more, but Zeal just mumbled: "…Go away."

Bulma sighed, and asked: "What's wrong with you? What do you have against the world?" Zeal turned to Bulma angrily and said: "Look here woman, I'm not the one with the problem all right?! It's the world that seems to have a problem with my brother and I!" Bulma gasped. "People take one look at him or me and they go: 'Aaaah! Help! A bloodthirsty beast that only cares about killing and revenge!'" Zeal's shoulders slumped. "They judge us before they even know us."

With that, she ran past Bulma, her eyes again threatening to fill with tears. Bulma couldn't believe what Zeal had just said. 'Brother?? Zeal has a brother…… oh my God! It can't be!'

Stop bothering me woman! And leave me alone!

I don't need your pity woman! So go away and leave me alone!

Those two sentences, so different, yet so much the same. And Vegeta saying he'd been with a friend, it all makes sense now. He'd been with Zeal. But now she was starting to doubt if Zeal, was the woman's real name. However, a sudden shout of pain shook her out of her referee.

She blinked, before running over to see what was going on. What she found made her smile wickedly. Yamcha had been wounded, pretty bad, and apparently, whoever did this either repudiated him, or just enjoyed injuring/killing the guy.

Suddenly, she heard someone talking, and a little later, she heard laughter, not normal laughter, but cold, cruel, maniacal laughter, as a blood red beam pierced Yamcha's chest, killing him immediately.

"Noay kiantoka!" a cold voice screamed, before a beam of chi energy shot into the sky, disappearing without a trace.