Saiyan Visions and Adventures:

A Holy Switch

By Moonraker One

CHAPTER THREE

As Bulma walked around the lab in which she was now alone again, the machine began buzzing again.

18, I hope that's you. She thought.

BRRAZAP!

"Where in the hell am I?" A voice boomed.

Bulma almost screamed. "Who are you?"

He whirled around. He was wearing royal Saiyan armor. He looked like Vegeta, except that he had a beard, and was taller.

"I am king Vegeta! The leader of the saiyan race!" He announced.

She ran from the lab, screaming. Up stairs, in their bedroom, Vegeta heard the scream and ran down to help her.

"Who are you," He asked. "And what are you doing here?"

When he stepped into the light, both Vegetas gasped.

"Father?"

"Son?"

They both stood, unable to move.

Back in the past…

As she zapped into existence again, she noticed something was wrong. She was in a fancy palace. When she walked out of what looked to be a master bedroom, a team of seven rushed up.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?!" One said.

She remembered the machine. "I was sent here from the future accidentally in a space-time experiment."

They settled down. "Our leader is in your time?"

"Yes."

"When will you be going back where you came from and Vegeta be coming back?!"

"I wish I knew."

The saiyans relaxed and stood down. "Hmm…well I guess you can stay here until our leader comes back. I'll tell Prince Vegeta the news and that he's in charge until the king returns."

18 started away. "I'll be in the guest room, if there is one."

"Uh miss?" He said, getting her attention. "You may or may not care, but this afternoon, there is a martial arts tournament."

She whirled around. "Fighting?"

"Yup. You're a fighter?"

She smiled. "Let's just say that it's a hobby."

She walked away and headed for the guest room. When she got there, she plopped right in bed, and fell asleep. She wondered how Krillin was doing as she slept.

I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do. She thought.

Bam bam bam!

A knocking was heard. "Who's there?" She asked.

"I'm one of Vegeta's aides. Our prince has decided to give you some fresh clothes for the tournament in two hours." He said, then dropped the clothes through the slot.

She showered, ate, then put on the armor given. It was royal female's armor, and it hugged her curves perfectly.

So, the prince has picked this? It figures. She thought.

She walked out the door, and was greeted by the prodigal son himself.

"So, you are from the future?" The young Vegeta asked. "We'll see what kind of power you have. I hear that Frieza has entered this contest and is expected to win."

Back on Earth, the Z-Fighters were trying to figure out the current situation. Vegeta was happy that he got to train with his father again. Goku had an endless list of questions about the Saiyan race. Piccolo, Tien, Yamcha and Chaotzu were neutral in the issue. Krillin was freaking out like hell.

"So, my wife is in the past where King Vegeta was? Bulma! You have to get her back!" He yelled.

Bulma tried to calm him down. "I'm working on it. I should have it done by the end of this week at the very latest."

Chi-Chi hugged a shaking Krillin. "Don't you worry! 18 is very strong. She can survive amongst Saiyans." She explained.

Vegeta and his dad walked up. "Bulma! Get the scouter. I can't wait to see how much my father's power level has increased." He said.

Bulma put on the scouter. "Twenty-five million! Impressive!" She said.

King Vegeta smiled. "At last!" He said. "I have far surpassed my enemy, Cold."

Goku spoke up. "Sir?" He asked. "What is standard Saiyan life like?"

Vegeta the king looked at him. "Kakarot," He boomed. "Saiyan life is this: you move from planet to planet, conquering worlds. All saiyan life is like this. Why you don't is beyond me."

King Vegeta looked at Chi-Chi. "Woman, I hear that you have questions about our people. I'll tell you inside."

King Vegeta fascinated Chi-Chi. She acted as though she had a crush on him. She walked into the building and sat down to talk to him.

Bulma took her tools and started repairing the machine. As she took off the soldered back panel, she coughed as a plume of smoke came from the inside. She took out the fried components, and put the damaged parts in a pile as she wiped sweat from her forehead.

First, She thought, remove components, then, rebuild and reprogram.

Dr. Brief walked in. "Bulma," He said. "I'll rebuild and repair the components that are damaged. No need for you to go through this alone."

"Thanks." She replied. "Krillin is going nuts. I understand that he's upset. I just hope this works."

Dr. Brief took the pile of components to his lab. Bulma continued rewiring the non-fried parts. Chi-Chi and king Vegeta were talking in the kitchen. Vegeta was happier than he's ever been thanks to his father's return. Goku finally got the info on Saiyans that he wanted.

Back in the past, 18 had qualified for the tournament. The initial rounds had ended. Now, it was down to five. Nappa, Vegeta, 18, Frieza, and cooler. Frieza was then eliminated by his older brother and the two saiyans by 18. Last round was the remaining two. Moreover, Cooler was sorry that he was against her.

kra-koom!

And he was gone; eliminated from the tournament. With injured bodies and egos, the Cold family went home with nothing. 18 returned to Vegeta's palace with a serious amount of cash. Enough credits to get some chow and clothes. But first, some chow.

"Hey Vegeta." She asked him. "Do you know any good places to get something to eat?"

He smiled. "Korta's bar. Normally I'd not suggest that, but since you are the strongest person I've ever met, you'll survive."

She thanked him and took off. When she got there, she fought her way through the crowd and sat down at the bar. She got some food and drink, when all of a sudden, five drunken saiyans walked up to her.

"Hey, purty lady." One ugly one said. "You beat both Cooler and Frieza? Good job."

She smiled. "You wanna fight me?"

They all backed off. "Hell no. We ain't that dumb. You got ten times our power level."

She returned to her steak. The others walked away. After she ate her steak and finished her salad, she went to the local armory to get some new armor. She'd gotten slightly accustomed to saiyan clothing.

-end of chapter three-