Chapter 29

All Saiyan gasped when the music sounded even darker, the three females, Sula, Seles and Feria danced out of sight. A 30 dark clad Saiyan's marched on stage, all in sync dancing as a tall mask waring Saiyan seemed to be their leaders. They're feet hit the stage hard as the sound of it sounded louder then the rapid music placed through the installation.

"The Saiyan dark side and enemy." the unknown Saiyan stated to the group. They danced quicker and quicker forming several forms while dancing, triangle and square...a circle, but never one made a mistake. They left as music changed to seductive and passionate, as well as erotic. Chi-chi frowned at Goten who's eyes bulged when Feria danced on the stage. In a blood red, skin tight suit. Her body elegant and taunting them all it seemed, including her tail, daring and seductive. Even if it was his sister Gokou felt a bit lost in the dance itself. The man shook Gokou a bit.

"Seduction, a dangerous threat to a warrior." He stated, absently Gokou nodded.

A white dressed Sula appeared after Feria left, the music calming to a steady but happy sound. She danced like Feria, but not so daring, more introvert.

"Control of body and mind..." the music changed to a rapid pace as more Saiyan's appeared on the stage, again dancing in a group. Little Bura hopped over the stage, playing on a flute. "The Saiyan spirit." a group of sleeping Saiyan's including Vegeta lay on the ground, seemingly awakened by her playing and glitters she sprayed over them. Over Vegeta a bit more then the others though. He rose and smirked at her as she darted off stage. They started dancing in couples. In bigger circles then back to pairs again. Again making all sorts of figures best seen above...exactly where the helicopter hovered and kept filming. Across the globe people watched. Wild dancing started when the music took a much quicker pace, more and more Saiyan's intermingled forming new and intricate forms and all still in formation and exactly on cue. They clapped together from a triangle and formed a row across the stage. All still dancing the same, man-woman-man- woman, all different sexes next to the other. Vegeta danced in the middle before starting to dance back and forth the line. All stopped when the music did before running off the stage when the lights died.

A moaning voice stared to sing, dark music sounded. Slowly the stage lid up in dark blueish. Uncertain little Bura seemed lost and scared, clutching her flute. Shadows passed around her. more and more moved in the dark, suddenly two males darted across the stage, teasing her and eventually taking her flute, tossing it back and forth. Pestered Bura tried to get it back but they were to quick and too large. Suddenly the masked male appeared taking the flute. He seemed to be the biggest bully of them all as he waved before her eyes the instrument and...breaking it! Dropping the two fragments on the ground Bura picked them sobbing up. Above her the big bullies laughed and made fun of her.

Gokou glanced pissed up, it was that he knew Vegeta wouldn't allow such things so this had to be part of the show but otherwise!

"Saiyan spirit broken, by the enemy, only to be made fun of, or passion that snapped it." the male explained as Vegeta and his gang appeared, scaring the enemy group off stage after some conflicts. Bura made them calm down just handing Vegeta the broken flute. Vegeta now wore a gold bracelet around his right arm and took the two pieces grudgingly while the other group left moody. Sighing Vegeta put it behind his back before handing the restored flute to a happy Bura.

"The broken spirit, only to be mended by a royal prince or king." the show continued as they all left again. Sula danced as Vegeta joined her, she was scared off when the enemy's gang appeared, Vegeta seemed to be all alone and send her away. Surrounded by the enemy he was caught in the middle of a dancing circle, all peering dark at him. The boss appeared again laughing at Vegeta as two of his men kicked him to his knees

"Pride, the Saiyan's as a race, caught..." Vegeta growled as his bracelet was taken from him. Sniggering the boss held it in his face, and laughed at his futile attempts to break free.

"Vegeta won't like that..."Gokou simply muttered. "Even king Vegeta's spirit has once been broken by Freeza remember?" The male stated. "Oh yeah!" Gokou replied watching closely how the boss sent Vegeta up a stair case, once there his hands were tied down and his two men walked back down again, the boss whirled around couple of times.

Bura dropped some glitter dust, hidden well enough not to be noticed. A heart beat sounded, quickening as the boss seemed to load an attack. Quicker and quicker as Vegeta tried to get lose, he it fired as Vegeta in a flame and smoke disappeared. Victorious the bad guys danced around under a heavy music that sounded pretty cocky and also victorious.

"Saiyan's, beaten." The man grinned as Gokou blinked horrified. BEATEN? "Their not beaten yet...we always come back...just watch..." he snickered some more as Gokou snorted. Silly kids. The bad guy put the bracelet on himself and showed it proud while the audience howled and cursed him. He stuck his tong out before tapping his butt. The man next to Gokou grinned. Now that wasn't supposed to happen...a bad boy indeed. Who had they cast for that role anyway... Suddenly Bura skited through the bad guys. Ducking and dodging grabbing hands. Digging in her pouch she tossed a bunch of glitter dust and ducked behind a suddenly re-appeared Vegeta. He snarled at the angry boss, who waved his gloved hand at Vegeta. Behind Vegeta his men appeared and started to dare the other side. Vegeta hushed them up and stalked to the bad guy of the play. Daring him for a private duel. Jumping very high they exchanged foot slams it seemed until the bad guy lost, handing the bracelet in submission. But Vegeta didn't want any of if, in a load of smoke and flashing the bad guy was 'killed'.

The grand finale was with all Saiyan's on stage dancing the same, dressed the same. The sounds of the shoes echoing through the valley enhanced by microphones, all in cue with the music. By demand they did the last part 6 times.

"So." Vegeta stated, his voice magnified by microphone. "This was our surprise. Now all, party till your drop!" The crowd cheered as the others left the stage, the music repeating over and over again as around the now blazing bonfires large groups of Saiyan's clasped hands, dancing around it. All suddenly starting a 'general' dance, intermingling with other fire dancers and thus crossing through the valley around several fires. On the stage chibi's played with the 'fairy dust' and played the show again, without lights.

In a tv station a female reported had contact with the helicopter. "Our anthropologist are baffled, and linguistics confused. It seems it is a totally unknown phenomenon, is all well Andy?" the reported came in sight.

"I'm fine, they seem to totally ignore our presence. I could land to see if I can interview one..." In the station an Anthropologist shook his head. So the camera pointed his way...the fatso peeked up from his food.

"Nope, better nope. I know those guys. They get cranky quickly." the female darted to home. "Well mister Yadjirobi, who do you suggest then?" he peered at the food. "More food." she sweat dropped.

"What can you tell then about these people?" he huffed. "Their big, mean and unsocial." The reporter in the helicopter frowned. "As far as I can see their very social and ...if I'm not mistaken, Bulma briefs, head of the capsule corporation is down there with her children and wait a minute, her husband danced just moments before!"

Yadjirobi nodded. "Yep, she's way in over her head. Then again, her kids are Saiyan too." "SAIYAN? Do tell more mister Yadjirobi?" he boosted his chest. "Well, I once cut off his tail. Nearly dying in the process I might add. Oh yeah, did you know her 'husband' crashed down a couple of years ago, wanted to blow up the planet remember?" she blinked. "No...but do you think they pose a threat to us then?" "BIG TIME! Their nut cases! Only Gokou has his brains de-fried by a head blow." panic broke out after that statement...stopped by the calm reporter from the helicopter.

"I disagree." A strange voice stated. All peered at the screen where a dark haired female was peering back from. "We might be a bit undisciplined at moments but for you Chikyuu civilians we're harmless. And at this moment were celebrating."

"Oh, um who might you be miss?" the female asked. In the helicopter Sula settled in more comfortably with her baby in her armour, playing a bit with him. She loved how the wind played with her hair.

"I'm Sula. So why were you all peeking in our business?" "We were ah...curious what the capsule corporation was hiding. So are you all a secret project of the government?"

"A what? NO WAY. Besides nobody asked, we're independent. Your ah...protectors." she smirked into the camera. Funny device... "Protectors? Against what miss Sula?" "Well there is this big mean ice-jin with his army, and he's out to rule the universe, so we sort of annoy him. Blowing up his bases and stuff. Works like a charm." suddenly Feria joined her. "What are you yapping about, and who are these humans?" the reporters blinked.

"Did you both fly?" The female wondered shocked. Two peered back. "Hai, can't you?" Sula stated confused. Feria slapped her head. "No fool, their too weak. Now then what have you been telling them?" soar Sula glanced up like she was discovered stealing cookies.

"Nothing much...kinda told them about Ice-cube and that um we're annoying him" Feria sighed, shoving Sula aside a bit so she could sit next to her. "Well? Ask me something!"

"Will there be a big a threat from this...Ice-jin?" Feria snickered. "From him? He's just a kid, besides we're much stronger. So don't worry...and hey...this opens potential. This is live on tv?" They nodded. Feria smirked.

"Alright. This is to the governments of Chikyuu. We are a Saiyan settlement, a base actually. Now I know most don't know about Saiyan's but um...we have a rep...we're ah...good soldiers..'always doing good where we go...'" Sula laughed her head off as Feria sweat dropped and slammed her to shut up. "Like I said we're on the GOOD side Sula... And to be strong we consume food...at a higher pace then humans. Now we already raided the most nearest bases, but ah...we could use some support from the governments...food wise. So..."

"Yeah we don't give shit about that paper stuff..."Sula stated, receiving an elbow from Feria to once again shut up.

"She meant your money. But that was pretty much it, I mean, it's only fair, we keep the bad guys away and you feed us. Now come on Sula. They miss us below." Sula peered down and snickered. "Not they, your team does." Feria smiled silly. "Yeah well...HEY SULA!" Sula was long gone as Feria brooded. Peering back at the reporter. "I'm going now, and I suggest you do the same. Drunk Saiyan's do stupid stuff." And hopped out of the helicopter. Stunned they complied as behind them erratic explosions started. Meanwhile Yadjirobi yelled loud as the female reporter threw his food at him.

"OUT!! You give unreliable information! THEIR NOT DANGEROUS!!! THEIR PROTECTORS, PROBABLY WORKING CLOSELY WITH MR. SATAN!" Yadjirobi spat back before strolling out. Fine, then DON'T believe him. He'd be save in Karin's tower anyway! She fixed her hair and sat down.

"Like your hear ladies and gentleman. These aliens or what ever are our protectors. We do not need to fear them. And now it's time for a commercial break." As the image zoomed out into commercials she sighed. What a day.



How they fared after...?

For the coming years Saiyan's and humans intermingled. The Saiyan's treated with respect as the protectors they were. Eventually more super Saiyan's were added. Ice-cube and his army wiped from the galaxy like vermin. New technology 'leant' from other races they met up with, improved their ships. Working with Chikyuu's best scientists and Capsule corp. After 10 years, an Interplanetary community was made between more then 50 planets and races, Chikyuu-sei being the main planet, in the Interstellar Alliance.

The end.