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Panting heavily, Bulma wiped the sweat from her eyes and glared at Haruka. Two hours of rigorous physical conditioning and Haruka hadn't broken a sweat, and here she was sweating like a pig. So much for a Saiyan's superior strength. She had climbed sheer rock walls, ran five miles uphill and the list went on and on.

"Don't bend over!" Haruka's voice held cruel amusement. "You aren't breathing properly, put your hands above your head, like this." Her every movement was a mockery of Bulma's. Graceful and swift compared to clumsy and slow. Everything she did screamed contempt for the blue-haired Saiyan. "Give me a break. This is only a MILD warm-up. I can't wait to see what the real thing does to you. And here I thought Saiyans were supposed to be stronger than the average human."

Bulma gave a low growl but did as she was told. Taking deep, gasping breaths of air, she managed to say, "One, you and your two pals aren't the average human. Setsuna's the daughter of Cronus, and you and Michiru have gods' blood running in you as well. And only Balthus knows what Kayla is. Two, I'm not your average Saiyan either. I've grown up on worlds where fighting isn't your only way of life. I was taught how to be intelligent and use it for things other than destruction."

Haruka snorted, ignoring all but one sentence. "You are a follower of Balthus?" This would be interesting indeed. Especially with all the myths and tales of blue-haired Saiyans.

Bulma didn't answer for a moment. It was a complicating question. "I believe in him, but a follower? Not exactly." Her breathing had finally slowed and her legs could actually support her weight now. "I know what he is, a very powerful demon. I understand who he is and what he stands for. I've seen him and I believe in what he stands for."

"Do you know about the myths surrounding those who have your coloring?" It hit Haruka that Bulma probably had no idea about the contentions surrounding her.

"What do you mean?" Glaring nastily at Haruka, expecting more racial slurs, she stood up to leave. "I don't have to listen to this." Hearty laughter stopped her in her tracks. Slowly she turned back to Haruka who was actually grinning.

This was too much. How could Bulma believe that she was going to insult her heritage? Sobering quickly at the hurt that flashed in Bulma's eyes she quickly spoke. "No, it's not like that. I mean true myths, myths and legends that started hundreds of thousands of years ago. Not rumors that started just a few years ago. Obviously you don't have no idea about what I'm talking about."

Smiling sheepishly for over-reacting, Bulma shook her head slightly. "You're right, I have no idea."

"That's beyond obvious." Haruka smiled to take the sting out of her words. "The reason everyone was willing to take you in like that, and why you were able to travel around the Universe so easily."

"But how.?" How could she know all that?

Haruka's smile disappeared and was replaced by grimness. "We have our ways. You were able to get everywhere so easily because of who and what you are. It has been said that the one with blue colorings will turn any war in the army who has them, in their favor. They don't say why or how.

For a long time the demon Balthus had one such Saiyan in his care. While she was with him, nothing could stop him, not the Grand Kai, not even the Supreme Kai was able to. The Universe was thrown into what many would consider a time of shadow. This was the time when the Saiyans became a force to be reckoned with. Before this they had barely managed to eke out an existence. Many considered them a parasitical race.

They have managed to keep this power for a very long time. It was only because of a very archaic law that had been put in existence for this very reason. 'If a Saiyan manages to surpass a ruling, unmated, monarch, or his unmated heir in strength or power, if it is male, his life shall not be spared. However, if it is female, her life shall be spared, but she must mate with the monarch or his heir.' She was forced to a fate worse than death and nothing could spare her. Not even Balthus who had become quite fond of her.

He did not love her, indeed, he was incapable of love, but he did consider her a trusted ally, perhaps even a close friend. Balthus tried everything he could, but a Saiyan is bound by honor and by the laws of their land and so she was forced into the royal family. It is her blood that runs in the Super Saiyans. She was the first Super Saiyan although no one believes, or wants to believe it.

The ruling monarchs used her to make Balthus teach them his secrets, and because of this they became very learned in the arts of war. They learned every form of combat in existence at that time. Unfortunately, the Saiyan lived under the threat of death at all times. Forced to always guard her 'mate', she had many near-death experiences. However it was not fighting that killed her it was childbirth.'

'To the king she gave two sons and a daughter. The daughter was not his though. In her anger she had committed an act of infidelity. She was killed because of this. Her daughter was to be killed as well but the maid who worked for Balthus took the child and ran. She, the babe, had the coloring of her mother. Balthus severed all ties with the Saiyans and dismissed them as nothing. That was his undoing.'

'His dismissal angered the Saiyans. It was also because they knew that it was someone who worked for him that took the girl. In their anger they united practically all the kingdoms, and overthrew Balthus. They assumed that because of his defeat he would go back to the depths of the Hell that he came from, never to return. The assumption was wrong. Balthus had not ruled for as long as he had for nothing, he was sly and cunning. Pretending to be submissive in his defeat, he returned, but only for a day.'

'The Saiyans weren't stupid either. Realizing that he might try to come back they posted a guard. They didn't expect him to try anything until the guard was gone. He and some of his most trusted minions escaped from the same exact Portal they had first used. It was the most heavily guarded Portal and that was the Saiyans undoing. Because of all the guards it was not hard to make them work against each other. Now he walks the Universe, biding his time for the right moment to strike."

Struck with awe, Bulma had listened intently to each word, this was part of who she was. So overcome with emotion, it took her a moment to gather her wits before she was able to talk. "What of the child?"

Haruka's eyes were guarded, and no emotion could be seen. "The child? She survived but was unable to return to her home-planet because of her coloring. So she grew up on a planet that valued combat, but it was not their life." Her eyes grew distant, as if reliving a memory. "She grew up, not unaware of her heritage, but not really understanding the importance of it. It was during her travels that she met another Saiyan who was blissfully unaware of who she was and what she stood for.'

'These two became true mates. Bonded with each other to the full extent of the word. They had one child together, a girl, before the mother was killed, defending the planet she had grown up on. It was her efforts that insured the well-being of that race, or they would have become slaves. Her mate, in a state of grief, traveled back to his home-planet. His daughter did not have her mother's coloring, but the coloring of normal Saiyans, which made his life easier.'

'Soon, though, his grief consumed him and he left his daughter in the care of some friends who knew about his mate's, and his daughter's, heritage. He left the planet to get revenge. It killed him in the end, but he got it. His daughter was raised as a true Saiyan and rose to become a noble. All she knew was that if her or any of her daughters had a blue- haired daughter, they must get her away at all costs.'

'After that, no one really knows what happened to the line. The friends disappeared from the planet soon after their charge came of age and every now and then, off and on, blue-haired Saiyans appeared but never around Vegetasei. It angered and confused the hierarchy to no end. Balthus rose in power again, but not to the extent that he had before. Then King Cold came along with his family.'

'It was in that time that the first recorded Super Saiyan arose. He was the descendant of the first blue-haired Saiyan's son. Alas, his power was not enough to kill King Cold, just severely weaken him, but in the process he was killed as well. Killed for treason, because during this time Saiyan's and Ice-jins had a treaty, and even though both of them broke it, the Ice-jins were more powerful. They won the small rebellion. Now, 1,000 years later, everyone is looking for. you.'

'Very few people know this as in-depth as I do, and I only gave you the brief summary, but they know that with you by their side, they are unstoppable. Let us hope that the wrong people do not get you, hmm? I believe that Vegeta does not know about that law, and that's a good thing. You didn't know about it either so it's all right. Now that you're with us, and you weren't raised on Vegetasei, you have no need to worry about it for now. Let us hope that he doesn't find it for a long time. Also, since you have pledged your loyalty to us, you have to fulfill that before any law can affect you. So don't worry right now, later, perhaps." Her voice trailed off, and her eyes still held the distant, far-away look.

Bulma glanced sharply at Haruka but didn't say anything. Then. "You were there weren't you?!" Her voice was almost accusatory. "It was you who helped my ancestor's out, wasn't it?!"

The far-away look disappeared, and her eyes were devoid of all feeling. Before Haruka could answer a voice from behind spoke. "No, she showed up later. It was I who saved the girl, it was me who worked for Balthus, side-by-side with Kayla." Setsuna stood next to Haruka. "Don't get me wrong, Haruka was in Balthus' army, one of his advisors I believe. That was how Michiru, Haruka and I met. They were the ones who escaped with him. It was the three of us who raised the baby girl when her father left. It was us who made sure that any other Saiyans with blue hair were able to get away."

Surprisingly to all three of them, Bulma didn't feel horror, nor did she feel terror or betrayed. She was curious and slightly amused. "You mean it was you three who have staged all this? But don't you ever die?"

For the first time in a very long time, Setsuna began to laugh. "I don't, simply because I am the daughter of the Father of Time, and because I guard the Gates of Time. If something happens where I do die, I am reincarnated, but I am already an adult and suffer from no memory-loss. If Haruka or Michiru die, they too, are resurrected. As you know, they have gods' blood in them and they are my comrades and, if I wish it, anyone can be resurrected."

Slightly bewildered, but for the most part understanding what was going on Bulma asked one last question. "But how can you guard the Gates when you are no longer on your planet?"

"Easy." Setsuna grinned. "If something happens when I do not have ready access to the place where the Gates are held, I have the power to carry them with me, wherever I go." She held up a hand to forestall comment. "I can't tell you where because someone might be eavesdropping and decide to be overly-ambitious and steal the Gates for themselves. Of course they couldn't use them, but that's beside the point."

Before anyone could say anything else, the dragons, and the sentries began to cry out warnings, "Everybody to your posts! Large force of soldiers, dragons and phoenixes on their way! Can't tell if."

Flare interrupted, her resonating voice easily overriding that of the sentries. "They're from Chikyuu and Vegetaseii! They're geared for battle! Forget your posts, get with your squadrons and await your orders!! EVERYBODY MOVE!!!"

Immediately the camp was in a frenzied order, bordering on panic, as they raced to obey the Greater Dragon. Everything stopped for a brief moment as a large dark cloud appeared on the horizon, slowly getting larger and larger. Almost as quickly the camp went back to getting ready for the apparent battle with their avowed adversaries.

A/N All right two chapters, with a third one to follow soon, but knowing my track record I seriously doubt it. Anyway, hope you enjoy, and if you did/didn't, let me know, by... REVIEWING!! Hey, there's an idea! Thnx