Chapter 24

A few hours later....

"Okay, pump it empty. She has healed enough." The doctor stated calm as the liquid was drained away. Out came a woman with shoulder long hair, dark brown of colour. "Worrier you are healed." He stated fast. Damn intro's. Always the same line... The woman glanced up, stumbled to get grip with her feet and glanced at the elderly man.

"Where...where...where am I? OH NO, A BASE OF THE ICE-JINN??" Shocked she glanced around only to see...Saiyan's? 2 woman and two men. One fretting about near a baby? Beaming like mad...the other hanging against a wall doing pretty much...nothing. And the two woman chatting about how small the baby's fingers and tail were.

"My child...you are on a Saiyan base. This is base 'Vegeta' as the worriers call it fondly."

"Vegeta? Base Vegeta? But...I thought I was the last one...!"

"No my child...there are err... about 27 Saiyan's here, including you...28." "28? 28 lived through the blast?" Feria snickered as she picked up the conversation. "Disappointed?" she snickered when the other woman blushed a bit, heavily shaking her head. Sula slapped her. What a way to greet a newcomer!

"There are some half breeds on this planet but roughly counted...yes." the doctor continued, glaring at Feria who chuckled behind Sula. "I see." Aran strolled in the room and glanced at the woman. Hmm, cute. "Haiya, I'm Aran. You'll be in my team as of now. Cool with you?" She nodded short and glanced around for her clothes. She was dumped in, in her under ware? "Emmm, where are my clothes?" she asked after glancing around.

"They were old. Here, these are new." Aran tossed her an new design uniform. "What's you name again?" "You don't know cause I haven't told yah yet..." She smirked as she took a closer look at her new outfit. Turning them upside down to see how the hell it was supposed to be put on. Aran smirked, great, a woman with a sense of humour. This would be fun.

"My name is Aedes . And yours?" she stated, stretching amused the armour, peeking through the offered torso space at Aran.

"Aran, nice meeting yah. Hungry?" Her teeth watered at the idea alone. "Yes, starving." she quickly stated, struggling with the clothes. Smirking Aran eyed the futile attempts as in the back both Sula and Feria chuckled.

"Has to wait, the crown-prince want's to see you, asp." She sight. What ever. ***

Throne room.

"So, I want you to design a device that can contact Saiyan's on the frequency of Freeza's scouters but it may not be detected by that ice-jin." The Head scientist nodded. A great challenge. This would take time. "As soon as possible." Mirai continued. "We can presume that he already knows that more Saiyan's are still very much alive." The others from the department gulped behind the pale Head scientist. Great, a time limit.

A man stood next to Mirai who whispered something in his ear. Mirai nodded short. "Let them in." He only stated, supressing the urge to say 'Please let them in'. The doors swooped open and in came two wandering Saiyan's. One stuffed with food, the other still not knowing where she was. Behind them Feria strolled in. Still in a VERY good mood! They bowed deep as they slightly glanced up. So, he was a super Saiyan? Cool. Ronsa heard about this prince. And the stunt he pulled with the score board. Not a prince to mess with ne?

"First...welcome back." They nodded at those words. "Second, the Saiyan's are at war with an ice-jin called Ice-Cube. Sounds familiar?" One shook her head, the other only smirked intensely pleased. "As of now, all here will be explained by...by...AH Storn here. The rules, the do not's, the yes's, the works. Third, you two will be in Aran's team. THAT..." He pointed at a beaming Aran. While Feria glanced beaming at the moody Storn. "..is Aran. Sleeping quarters will be appointed, as will your names be written in the crew-list-book here." He pointed at the book designed by Vegeta.

"That will be all, dismissed. And...have fun..hehehe." They nodded brief and glanced at Aran who showed them the way to the canteen for introduction. Feria meanwhile heard the complaints of the Head Scientist about a device to reach missing Saiyan's. She laughed cocky. Totally back in her usual BRILLIANT mood she stopped the whole scientist parade.

"Oh please, that's not hard" smirking she eyed the frowning group. The head scientist peered unbelieving at her.

"Is that so? Well enlighten us silly fools then." She grinned, pointing at his chest. "You just said it, not me. We used to use a special frequency to activate inherent orders in chibi's off planet. And boy did it work well. All you guys have to do is to build a sending tower or a couple of them, capsulise them and let some of up drop them on planets for pick up. Better build a jamming station fur us here though, or we might all flock to those places." Amazed they eyed her as she boosted her ego some more.

"This is the first time I see a scientific Saiyan!" They muttered. Feria snickered, wobbling her hips a bit. Oh yes! She was BACK! No more annoyance with Storn, nope just her pretty self once more.

"Who do you think made these babies?" she pattered her beloved scouter, laughing gaily again before whirling around, her hair in a wave behind her, before stalking with swinging hips to the canteen. Sweat dropping the scientists returned to their labs. Feria certainly made an abrupt change...they glanced up when the speakers were activated.

"For them men under us, be warned, Feria is single again, and watch out for Storn, he took it a bit roughly. More announcements, the winner of the battle count this week is Delta team, congrats Feria. Out."

***

Feria ran through the halls yelping in glee, this was a great day! Shoving three Saiyan's aside she turned to enter the canteen and spotted her team quickly. They stormed over dragging her to their table. Sula strolled inside and smirked at the loudest team present. Ale splattered over the floor and table while they sung a dirty song together. She snickered at the careless group as she clutched her papers. Strolling further inside she accepted congratulations with a mysterious smirk as she flopped down at her teams table. Soar they eyed her.

"They won...again." Mendar whined. Sula tapped his arm comforting. "All is well. We'll make amens. So Solar's team is ahead a bit, we'll fix that quick and painfully. Looky what I have here. Do you guys really think I did nothing the last nine months? A girl has to find a hobby ne? Well I found mine in charts and base planets. And I have found a couple of gems! Um who came in second?" scrolling through her papers she glanced up when Karas smirked.

"Feria #1, Storn #2...Anan #3" His face darkened. "Solar #4 and we #5. Aran is cancelled because he has no team." pissed Sula fell back.

"Last? WHY LAST!?" ashamed the gang hung in their chairs. "We had too join the others and they chose the best stuff. We got the remains. But..."They cheered up a bit. "Storn's team, 3 of the 5 made the bet you'd get a girl, and the other two made a bet Storn would get Feria in bed this week. And now that will never happen." Sula started to smirk.

"Let me guess, Storn was one of the 2 who boosted he'd get her in bed?" Mosha nodded snickering. "Hai, and now he's stuck in guard duty for the coming 4 weeks, instead of us. So where will we be off to first?"

Feria strolled sexy over to Sula beaming like a diamond.

"Hello! Isn't this a grand day? I win the week contest, I get rid of 'excess baggage...'" she peered at the moody Storn who glanced up pissed at her smirking. "And...oh my...you seem to be at the bottom! Oh well, good thing the baby is healthy." Sula glared soar up. Where was the salt to rub in the wounds? NAH no need, you had Feria!

"Feria? Screw off?" she snarled. Feria didn't and peeked over her shoulder at the notes. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I would wait for oh...9 more hours. Then go strength to the prince and ask if you can get the Transmitter mission. Trust me, it'll be worth it. The planet I'll advise to him will be class 5." She waved at the frowning guys and strolled singing away her tail waving carefree lose behind her.

"She's in an awfully good mood. Isn't she..." Karas muttered. "I say, don't trust her." Mosha stated. Sula tapped her chin. She had no idea why Feria had the help whim, but they needed points...for a class five...5 points...meaning...third place...and if Feria 'advised' the prince...and wouldn't be taking the mission for her self...

"We'll wait a bit. If after those hours she back stabbs, I still have some up my sleeve. Some class 4 and 3's...now then, I'll be off to train..." Starry eyed at only the idea! She rose and strolled away after Feria, who she found already training. HEY now she could ask about motivations! Sparring time! After a warming up She greeted Feria and dared her for a sparring match. Always game Feria agreed. After dodging and kicking back Sula started her light manipulative question round.

"So?" Feria eyed her moves closely, blasting nearly Sula who dodged it. "So what? Your rusty by the way. And I'm not going light on you cause you dropped a chib just this morning, deal?"

"Deal, I didn't expect you otherwise. So? A bit on a jazz?" Feria's smirk widened even if Sula managed to kick her in the side.

"You bet! Life is grand!" Sula snickered as she also didn't avoid an elbow slam. Rusty ne??? better be direct, sparring and being refined were a bit to hard. "So why don't you take the mission yourself then. It's easy to ask during your advising." Feria smirked as she hit Sula's unguarded rear.

"First of all, I'm in a great mood, second I'm ranking at the top, third, it's a...gift, cause you dropped a healthy chib. And if you want more reasons, um...I have none." She dropped on her heels and slammed the feet from under Sula who crashed soar on the ground, on her back. Winching she didn't rose immediately. Concerned Feria sat down next to her. "Are you alright? Did I go a bit too rough?" Sula smirked as she took Feria's offered hand.

"NAH, I kinda like the pain. Nice move." Nodding Feria tossed Sula a towel. They had been sparring for three hours before Sula even started to ask questions. Dunking their heads under in a cool basin with water they settled for relaxed stretching.

"I don't think I can pee straight for the upcoming weeks." Sula muttered soar. Feria snickered. "No pain, no gain. You got a beautiful baby boy." "Yup..." Sula responded. Winching at a particular stretch position.

***

7 hours later, Feria stood next to the prince who was thinking deep. Even though Sula had bared that same morning she already was off on a hard mission. Amazing! Human females had to recover for the following days, but not Sula. He had been wanting to reject, if it wasn't for Feria who showed him imagery from a sparring they had that day. Never had he seen a happier Saiyan...although...? He glanced at the still beaming Feria who's tail still carefree swung back and forth.

"May I ask what bothers you sire?" She asked when he glanced at her too long. "I was just thinking...is there anything we missed doing before a strike happens?" They both glanced up when Vegeta stalked moody inside. Mirai jumped out of the throne before Vegeta flopped inside it himself.

"I wasn't expecting you Tousan..." Mirai stammered surprised. While Feria glanced happy at Vegeta. Her enemy for months but now her hero!

"We forgot something." Mirai blinked. "Nani? What was that? I just wondered myself and..." Vegeta interrupted him. "The ki ratings." He spat, slamming his fist pissed down on the arm rest. Still with twinkling eyes Feria danced down the carpet, wriggling her tail daring at the guards posted...being....Storn...

"Allow me to arrange it. Would you like to screen them one by one personally to be written down personally?" Vegeta nodded. Bowing in a dance she twirled down the hall and darted out. It managed to make him smirk a bit. He'd forgotten how carefree she used to be. It was good to have her back, perhaps he had been a bit too hard on her. Humming Feria returned with Saiyan's in a line up behind her.

"May I use my scouter to rate them?" She asked after returning at Vegeta's side. Mirai sat in a lower throne on Vegeta's right side. Vegeta glanced at Mirai who shrugged. He didn't care.

"Very well, but hand me my ki-book first. And a pen!" Nodding she quickly handed the thick book and pen, before smirkingly tapping on her scouter. The first stepped forward.

"Wondai, used to be third class, and what is he now?" Vegeta asked. Feria waited for the rating to settle while Wondai loaded as high as he could. His mates cheering him on. Smacking his face to rouse him up some more. Another waved a picture of the hated ice-jin.

"Lets see...Ah come on!!! I know you can do better then that!" Feria spat amused. And even received two points more. Shrugging she taped it out. "It's stationary at second class. Only a few points short of first." Gloating he was pushed aside as his mates wanted to go.