Hey! Everybody! My trip was thankfully cut short! So I'm back! I wrote
a couple of chapters while away.
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"Y-you mean that Vegetasai caused that shock wave? That it blew up?" Yambia stammered.
"Yes." Vegeta answered plainly. "This young lady has taken quite a number of shocks since we freed her from the bubble." Vegeta thought. He really didn't know how to shield her from what had happened while she was lost in time. They had found a pressure suit for her that still had the seals intact and was on their way back when Roger caught sight of something they missed on the way down. A gloved hand sticking out of some rubble towards the center of the compound. Vegeta, Roger, and Yambia dug the corpse out from under the pile of steel and mortar and discovered Kress. Only he hadn't died of being caught under a collapsing building. That seemed to have happened later. His suit and body had a wrist-sized hole burned through the chest by a ki blast of some sort. "Poor bastard", Vegeta thought. Some of Frieza's men probably stumbled across him on a patrol searching for any surviving Saiyans. He probably ran right up to them thinking he and Yambia had been rescued when they blasted him. "At least he'd didn't have the chance to tell them about Yambia. They killed him, then did a sensor sweep for more life and ki, couldn't read Yambia in that time bubble, then moved on. Vegeta and Roger buried the body while Yambia looked on and mourned in her own way. Roger noted that not a tear was shed. Once back on the ship, Vegeta told Bulma to download and record all the information from the research stations computers, then get underway to New Namek. He then set about clearing up Yambia's questions.
"F-Frieza blew up our home? Yambia asked again, as close to tears as Roger had yet seen her. "Why?" She wailed.
"Frieza had become scared of our abilities. Our ability to vastly increase our strength after each battle and our fighting abilities. Mostly, however, he had caught wind of the legend of the Super Saiyan. Even though publicly he denounced the legend as just that, a legend that had no truth to it, privately something scared the hell out of him about it. Frieza closely monitored several Saiyans that were in his employ at the time and found their increases in strength and speed to be extraordinary. His solution was to simply destroy the problem altogether. Your father died due to orders Frieza probably gave to kill all survivors when found." Vegeta explained.
"What about you? You were training under him, weren't you sir?" Yambia asked.
"For some reason that even I'm not fully aware of, Frieza chose to spare me. I think I was sort of a. pet to him or something to call forth to torture once in awhile between purges.", Vegeta admitted unhappily. "Keeping me alive turned out to be a mistake that cost Frieza his life."
"Oh, and another thing Yambia. I know that I am technically your prince, but over the years of living with people other than Saiyans I've come to find out that I rather enjoy the company of equals more than I enjoy the company of subordinates. If you can, would you just treat me like a fellow Saiyan?" Vegeta asked.
"I-I'll try." Yambia stammered. So many shocks in one day! This was definitely not the brash, ruthless, quick tempered Prince Vegeta that father described!
"Roger, Bulma records everything that happens on this ship. Find the recording in the time frame where I tell you my life's story and let Yambia listen to it. It should answer all of her questions." Vegeta ordered.
"Right away Vegeta." Roger responded.
"Good! Now if nobody minds, I'm going to grab some blankets and a pillow and go to the gravity room to sleep. It's been a very, very long day for me." Vegeta yawned and left the pilothouse, limping ever so slightly. "That damned stunt with the inner hatch I did earlier to show off really got my arthritis flared up in my lower back!" Vegeta thought as he left.
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"Who's Bulma?" Yambia asked.
"Vegeta's deceased wife. Used to be the richest woman on Earth." Roger supplied.
"Bulma doesn't sound like a Saiyan name." Yambia observed.
"It's not. Bulma was human. Humans are the indigenous sentient species on Earth." Roger explained.
"Is the term "wife" the same as mate?" Yambia asked.
"Yes."
"Vegeta mated with a non-Saiyan??!?!?! Incredible!" Yambia stated, shocked.
"Well, there were no Saiyan women to be found at the time. You could hardly expect the guy to live his entire life alone, could you?
Yambia considered this for a few moments. "Well, I suppose not. Try to understand where I'm coming from though. Before Vegetasai was destroyed, a member of the royal house mating with an off-worlder was a grave offense! It wasn't generally accepted by society as a whole. Family members typically killed the mate, any resulting children and sometimes the offending family member. But it was unheard of in the royal house! The punishment was.. Severe."
"I see." Roger said simply, masking his disapointment.
"But, adversity changes life, I suppose." Yambia observed, watching Roger's reaction carefully.
"Yes it can!" Roger said a bit to brightly.
Yambia smiled.
"Ok, I've found the timeframe Vegeta wanted you to listen to. Are you ready?" Roger asked.
"Let it rip, Rog!" Yambia exclaimed.
"Ok, I'm going to grab some shuteye in the main compartment. It's been a long day for me as well." Roger stated and left the pilothouse.
"Da'Srul, Cul'Pac, nul Ka!" Yambia called after him.
Roger poked his head back through the door. "What?"
"It's Saiyago, it means 'Sleep well, I've got your back!'" Yambia explained.
"Roger smiled. "Thank you." then left to go find someplace to sleep.
Yambia settled back to hear the most fantastic story she had ever heard, just as the ship entered hyperspace to New Namek.
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Nine hours later, Roger was quite rudely awakened by his own burning blankets. "Ow! Ow! Damned! What the hell is going on!" Roger swore as he scrambled out of his makeshift pallet.
"You've slept enough!" Yambia said, laughing. "Wanna spar?"
"I thought you said you have my back?" Roger said.
"I do. Which means that I wouldn't let anyone else hurt you. That doesn't mean that I can't kick your ass myself." Yambia smiled.
"We have a saying for that on Earth." Roger said.
"Oh, what's that?" Yambia asked.
"With friends like you, who needs enemies?." Roger exclaimed, flashing his most charming smile.
"Hmmm. Sounds like a wise saying." Yamia said. And with that she phased out of Roger's sight only to reappear in back of him. Roger dodged, avoiding a brutal punch to the back of the head by a hair's width. He, unfortunately, wasn't quite fast enough to avoid the swing kick to the stomach that sent him flying into the outside wall of the gravity room. "Alright, if that's the way you want to play it then." Roger flew at Yambia faster than she had time to dodge, catching her in the mid-section with a vicious knee attack that knocked the wind out of her and sent her skidding across the floor. Yambia took a few seconds to recover, which Roger gracefully, or perhaps foolishly, allowed her. Yambia flew at Roger, unleashing a deadly volley of punches and kicks that would have reduced most human fighters to pulp, but to Roger's own surprise he blocked each and every technique, although he was hard pressed at times to do so. gravity room wall. "Shit! What's going on out there? Nevermind, I know what it is." With that Vegeta slipped on a pair of black sweatpants and a matching tank-top to go and watch the fun.
Roger had grown tired of being on the defensive, and started his own offense. He found that he was quite a bit stronger, and a little faster, than Yambia. He was landing a punch or a kick about every fourth or fifth technique he was throwing. Yambia was starting to weaken, her defense growing increasingly sloppy. Roger stopped, forcing a break in the action. "Give up?" Roger smiled.
"Never!" Yambia declared.
"Ah, that infamous Saiyan never-say-die stubbornness." Roger teased.
Yambia smiled, and brought her hands over her head, heels of the palms together reminisent of the Ka-Me-Ha-Me-Ha attack. "Burning Comet Attack!!" A ki ball formed between her palms, and as she brought her arms down and pointed her palms at Roger, the ball leapt from her palms and streaked toward Roger.
"Shit! Ok, bring your ki forward, cross your arms in front of your face and block!" Roger recited, trying to remember what Vegeta taught him. The ki ball hit and tried to penetrate Roger's ki-shield, but it was only partially successful. "Ow! Damned! Vegeta hasn't taught me ki attacks yet!!" Roger lamented as he examined what would become some very painful second degree burns on his arms, and a total lack of arm hair. The smell was. pungent.
"Ok, Enough for now." Vegeta ordered. As much as I'm enjoying this, I'd better stop it before one of you really hurts the other." Vegeta said.
"Aren't you about thirty seconds too late Vegeta?" Roger commented dryly, looking at his arms.
"No, I think I'm right on time." Vegeta smirked. Any ways, I wouldn't mind so much if you beat each other close to death everyday if we had a couple of regen tanks, or a bag of senzu beans, or a Namek healer. Hey! That's it! When we get to New Namek, you can both beat the hell out of each other as much as you want. There's bound to be a healer among them to keep you from killing each other. You can spar all out!"
"What about you old timer?" Yambia said, smiling slyly.
Roger shot a look at Yambia who gave Roger a quick glance that he interpreted as a "play along" look.
"Yeah old man, what do you have to show us?" Roger said.
Vegeta looked amused, and purposely took the bait. "What I got, you don't want any part of, whelps!" Vegeta snarled, reminiscent of days gone by.
"Well, bring it on you fossil!" Yambia teased.
"Come and get it brats!" Vegeta responded.
With a look from Yambia, her and Roger attacked full out, double-teaming Vegeta without mercy. Vegeta didn't block, or fight back, he simply dodged every single technique thrown at him.
"Wow!" Roger thought. "He's dodging everything from two people!" We're not even coming close to landing a blow, and he's a long way from breaking a sweat over it!" Yambia was having similar thoughts.
After about five minutes of this, two slaps in rapid succession could be heard, followed by two bodies striking the floor of the main compartment with a metallic "CLANG".
Roger laid there in a heap. He'd never been struck that hard before in his life! And it looked like no more than a casual back handed slap! Roger slowly stood up, "Ohhh. I'm definitely going to feel that one in the morning!"
Yambia lay about ten foot away in much the same condition. "Damned! We didn't lay so much as a finger on the guy!! Oh my poor aching head! I hope you guys have some sort of painkillers on this ship! All I wanted to do was to see this Super Saiyan level that was in Vegeta's story. We weren't even near a match for his normal form!!"
Vegeta smirked, "Well, if that's all you wanted, why didn't you just ask? Would have saved yourself some bruises."
"It wouldn't have been near the amount of fun though." Yambia said.
"Spoken like a true Saiyan." Vegeta commented proudly. "What about you Roger?"
"Well, I'm not into the whole pain thing, but it was a lot of fun testing my strength against you Vegeta." Roger admitted.
"Hmmm.. An honest answer, and not bad. Keep that up and we might make you an honorary Saiyan." Vegeta smirked. So, you want to see the Super Saiyan level, huh!"
Both Roger and Yambia yelled their enthusiasm.
"Ok, here goes! Eeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"
Vegeta clenched his fists as a bright gold aura lit up the entire main compartment. Vegeta's gray hair turned Gold.
Roger, who had only just begun feeling the ki levels in others, was dumbfounded. The large ki that was invading his senses was almost overpowering.
"What?" Yambia said
"Vegeta taught me to sense ki levels in others without the use of one of your scouters." Roger told her. "His ki is completely over the top right now!"
"A scouter! That's one thing I should have brought from the lab!" Yambia said.
"It wouldn't have done you any good right now." Vegeta offered. A scouter would have exploded before getting a reading on me at this level.
"What level are you?" Yambia asked.
"At the top of Super Saiyan level one? About 32,000,000." Vegeta said.
"32,000,000??!?!?! That's nuts! How can you be generating that much energy!!" Yambia exclaimed.
"This is nothing Yambia. When I was in my prime, I could go all the way to Super Saiyan level four. That topped out at close to one trillion." Vegeta said.
"What?!?!?! That's not possible!!!" Yambia exclaimed. Her tail unwrapped from her waist and started nervously twitching from side to side.
This was the first time Roger noticed she had a tail. "Um. nice tail!" He thought to himself, then mentally slapped himself for such a thought.
Vegeta dropped out of Super Saiyan, back to normal. "Not only is it possible, but there are at least two people in the Universe that can still do it. Kakkarot, and my son Trunks." Vegeta informed.
"Is it possible for a human to ascend like that?" Roger asked.
"No Roger, I don't believe it is." Vegeta said.
"Damned!" Roger thought to himself. "I've got to find a way somehow! I've got to experience that!"
"What about female Saiyans?" Yambia asked, thinking along the same lines as Roger.
"My daughter Bura and her friend Pan, Kakkarot's granddaughter, are both Super Saiyans." But They've never ascended higher than that. Normally, one ascends through some sort of need, or high emotional state, like anger, love, the need to protect or avenge a loved one, something like that." But since that great baka Kakkarot has been protecting the universe, there have been no real challenges for the Saiyans living there in recent years." Vegeta explained.
"I thought you told me that Kakkarot was dead a few days ago?" Roger said.
"Wishful thinking on my part, apparently, the rumors of his demised were greatly exaggerated." Vegeta smirked.
"So he's alive?" Yambia asked.
"No." Vegeta answered simply.
"So, he's not dead, and not alive?" Roger restated. "Guy sounds like a real character to me.."
"You only know the half of it, Roger!" Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"Ok, well, unless someone still feels like beating up someone, I think that Yambia and I are going down to the dispensary to pick up some ibuprophen, or maybe something even stronger, and some treatments for burns and small cuts and scrapes. You with me warrior woman?" Roger teased.
"After you, lowly human!" Yambia teased back.
Vegeta smirked when he noticed that both of them were limping slightly as they made their way to the lift to the dispensary level. Vegeta then went to the pilothouse. Once settled, he asked Bulma to contact Trunks at Capsule Corporation Headquarters.
"The time there is 3:45 AM Veggie-chan, Trunks is most likely asleep." Bulma computer said.
"Get him at home then, this is important." Vegeta demanded.
"Affirmative." There was a long pause, then the very sleepy voice of Trunks answered. "Hullo?"
"Wake up sleepyhead! This is your father." Vegeta answered.
"Dad? What do you want? Is everything alright?" Trunks worried.
"Yes, everything is fine. I've just ran into some situations I need help with. First of all, what do you know about Roger?" Vegeta asked.
"Roger? Well, other than he's been a fine and dedicated employee since Capsule Corp recruited him from college three years ago, not much. Why?" Trunks answered.
"Did you ever train him?" Vegeta asked.
"You mean to fight? No." Came the simple answer. "Again, why do you want to know?"
"Well, it's just strange is all. He's had about two and a half days of heavy gravity training, all under five g's, and he's already strong enough to beat Kirillin, Tien, and Yamucha all put together in the prime of their lives." Remember when I told you about Nappa? I think he's about even with Nappa when we first came to Earth." Vegeta said.
"What? That's impossible! Humans don't make gains that fast! Are you sure?" Trunks said.
"Absolutely sure brat! I'm not senile you know!" Vegeta scowled. Look, just do me a favor and research his past a bit, tell me what you find out."
"Ok dad, anything else?" Trunks asked.
"Yes, I stumbled across some pretty interesting technology up here, I have all the designs and notes saved in the ship's computer. I can transmit them to you if you wish." Vegeta said.
"Sure! I'll alert our communications officer right away. Start transmitting them in about an hour." Trunks said.
"Will do." Vegeta responded. "One more thing Trunks, I found a Saiyan woman, about twenty-three years old, and she may need a home for a while until she can figure out her place in the scheme of things. She was caught in some sort of time bubble or time stasis field for the last 74 years." Vegeta explained.
"Wow! That's something! No problem dad, just send her back along with the ship and we'll take good care of her." Trunks assured.
"Ok son, that's all I got for now. Anything from your end?" Vegeta said.
"Just that things are far more boring since you left dad." Trunks complained.
"Thanks son. Vegeta out." Vegeta closed the com link.
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"Y-you mean that Vegetasai caused that shock wave? That it blew up?" Yambia stammered.
"Yes." Vegeta answered plainly. "This young lady has taken quite a number of shocks since we freed her from the bubble." Vegeta thought. He really didn't know how to shield her from what had happened while she was lost in time. They had found a pressure suit for her that still had the seals intact and was on their way back when Roger caught sight of something they missed on the way down. A gloved hand sticking out of some rubble towards the center of the compound. Vegeta, Roger, and Yambia dug the corpse out from under the pile of steel and mortar and discovered Kress. Only he hadn't died of being caught under a collapsing building. That seemed to have happened later. His suit and body had a wrist-sized hole burned through the chest by a ki blast of some sort. "Poor bastard", Vegeta thought. Some of Frieza's men probably stumbled across him on a patrol searching for any surviving Saiyans. He probably ran right up to them thinking he and Yambia had been rescued when they blasted him. "At least he'd didn't have the chance to tell them about Yambia. They killed him, then did a sensor sweep for more life and ki, couldn't read Yambia in that time bubble, then moved on. Vegeta and Roger buried the body while Yambia looked on and mourned in her own way. Roger noted that not a tear was shed. Once back on the ship, Vegeta told Bulma to download and record all the information from the research stations computers, then get underway to New Namek. He then set about clearing up Yambia's questions.
"F-Frieza blew up our home? Yambia asked again, as close to tears as Roger had yet seen her. "Why?" She wailed.
"Frieza had become scared of our abilities. Our ability to vastly increase our strength after each battle and our fighting abilities. Mostly, however, he had caught wind of the legend of the Super Saiyan. Even though publicly he denounced the legend as just that, a legend that had no truth to it, privately something scared the hell out of him about it. Frieza closely monitored several Saiyans that were in his employ at the time and found their increases in strength and speed to be extraordinary. His solution was to simply destroy the problem altogether. Your father died due to orders Frieza probably gave to kill all survivors when found." Vegeta explained.
"What about you? You were training under him, weren't you sir?" Yambia asked.
"For some reason that even I'm not fully aware of, Frieza chose to spare me. I think I was sort of a. pet to him or something to call forth to torture once in awhile between purges.", Vegeta admitted unhappily. "Keeping me alive turned out to be a mistake that cost Frieza his life."
"Oh, and another thing Yambia. I know that I am technically your prince, but over the years of living with people other than Saiyans I've come to find out that I rather enjoy the company of equals more than I enjoy the company of subordinates. If you can, would you just treat me like a fellow Saiyan?" Vegeta asked.
"I-I'll try." Yambia stammered. So many shocks in one day! This was definitely not the brash, ruthless, quick tempered Prince Vegeta that father described!
"Roger, Bulma records everything that happens on this ship. Find the recording in the time frame where I tell you my life's story and let Yambia listen to it. It should answer all of her questions." Vegeta ordered.
"Right away Vegeta." Roger responded.
"Good! Now if nobody minds, I'm going to grab some blankets and a pillow and go to the gravity room to sleep. It's been a very, very long day for me." Vegeta yawned and left the pilothouse, limping ever so slightly. "That damned stunt with the inner hatch I did earlier to show off really got my arthritis flared up in my lower back!" Vegeta thought as he left.
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"Who's Bulma?" Yambia asked.
"Vegeta's deceased wife. Used to be the richest woman on Earth." Roger supplied.
"Bulma doesn't sound like a Saiyan name." Yambia observed.
"It's not. Bulma was human. Humans are the indigenous sentient species on Earth." Roger explained.
"Is the term "wife" the same as mate?" Yambia asked.
"Yes."
"Vegeta mated with a non-Saiyan??!?!?! Incredible!" Yambia stated, shocked.
"Well, there were no Saiyan women to be found at the time. You could hardly expect the guy to live his entire life alone, could you?
Yambia considered this for a few moments. "Well, I suppose not. Try to understand where I'm coming from though. Before Vegetasai was destroyed, a member of the royal house mating with an off-worlder was a grave offense! It wasn't generally accepted by society as a whole. Family members typically killed the mate, any resulting children and sometimes the offending family member. But it was unheard of in the royal house! The punishment was.. Severe."
"I see." Roger said simply, masking his disapointment.
"But, adversity changes life, I suppose." Yambia observed, watching Roger's reaction carefully.
"Yes it can!" Roger said a bit to brightly.
Yambia smiled.
"Ok, I've found the timeframe Vegeta wanted you to listen to. Are you ready?" Roger asked.
"Let it rip, Rog!" Yambia exclaimed.
"Ok, I'm going to grab some shuteye in the main compartment. It's been a long day for me as well." Roger stated and left the pilothouse.
"Da'Srul, Cul'Pac, nul Ka!" Yambia called after him.
Roger poked his head back through the door. "What?"
"It's Saiyago, it means 'Sleep well, I've got your back!'" Yambia explained.
"Roger smiled. "Thank you." then left to go find someplace to sleep.
Yambia settled back to hear the most fantastic story she had ever heard, just as the ship entered hyperspace to New Namek.
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Nine hours later, Roger was quite rudely awakened by his own burning blankets. "Ow! Ow! Damned! What the hell is going on!" Roger swore as he scrambled out of his makeshift pallet.
"You've slept enough!" Yambia said, laughing. "Wanna spar?"
"I thought you said you have my back?" Roger said.
"I do. Which means that I wouldn't let anyone else hurt you. That doesn't mean that I can't kick your ass myself." Yambia smiled.
"We have a saying for that on Earth." Roger said.
"Oh, what's that?" Yambia asked.
"With friends like you, who needs enemies?." Roger exclaimed, flashing his most charming smile.
"Hmmm. Sounds like a wise saying." Yamia said. And with that she phased out of Roger's sight only to reappear in back of him. Roger dodged, avoiding a brutal punch to the back of the head by a hair's width. He, unfortunately, wasn't quite fast enough to avoid the swing kick to the stomach that sent him flying into the outside wall of the gravity room. "Alright, if that's the way you want to play it then." Roger flew at Yambia faster than she had time to dodge, catching her in the mid-section with a vicious knee attack that knocked the wind out of her and sent her skidding across the floor. Yambia took a few seconds to recover, which Roger gracefully, or perhaps foolishly, allowed her. Yambia flew at Roger, unleashing a deadly volley of punches and kicks that would have reduced most human fighters to pulp, but to Roger's own surprise he blocked each and every technique, although he was hard pressed at times to do so. gravity room wall. "Shit! What's going on out there? Nevermind, I know what it is." With that Vegeta slipped on a pair of black sweatpants and a matching tank-top to go and watch the fun.
Roger had grown tired of being on the defensive, and started his own offense. He found that he was quite a bit stronger, and a little faster, than Yambia. He was landing a punch or a kick about every fourth or fifth technique he was throwing. Yambia was starting to weaken, her defense growing increasingly sloppy. Roger stopped, forcing a break in the action. "Give up?" Roger smiled.
"Never!" Yambia declared.
"Ah, that infamous Saiyan never-say-die stubbornness." Roger teased.
Yambia smiled, and brought her hands over her head, heels of the palms together reminisent of the Ka-Me-Ha-Me-Ha attack. "Burning Comet Attack!!" A ki ball formed between her palms, and as she brought her arms down and pointed her palms at Roger, the ball leapt from her palms and streaked toward Roger.
"Shit! Ok, bring your ki forward, cross your arms in front of your face and block!" Roger recited, trying to remember what Vegeta taught him. The ki ball hit and tried to penetrate Roger's ki-shield, but it was only partially successful. "Ow! Damned! Vegeta hasn't taught me ki attacks yet!!" Roger lamented as he examined what would become some very painful second degree burns on his arms, and a total lack of arm hair. The smell was. pungent.
"Ok, Enough for now." Vegeta ordered. As much as I'm enjoying this, I'd better stop it before one of you really hurts the other." Vegeta said.
"Aren't you about thirty seconds too late Vegeta?" Roger commented dryly, looking at his arms.
"No, I think I'm right on time." Vegeta smirked. Any ways, I wouldn't mind so much if you beat each other close to death everyday if we had a couple of regen tanks, or a bag of senzu beans, or a Namek healer. Hey! That's it! When we get to New Namek, you can both beat the hell out of each other as much as you want. There's bound to be a healer among them to keep you from killing each other. You can spar all out!"
"What about you old timer?" Yambia said, smiling slyly.
Roger shot a look at Yambia who gave Roger a quick glance that he interpreted as a "play along" look.
"Yeah old man, what do you have to show us?" Roger said.
Vegeta looked amused, and purposely took the bait. "What I got, you don't want any part of, whelps!" Vegeta snarled, reminiscent of days gone by.
"Well, bring it on you fossil!" Yambia teased.
"Come and get it brats!" Vegeta responded.
With a look from Yambia, her and Roger attacked full out, double-teaming Vegeta without mercy. Vegeta didn't block, or fight back, he simply dodged every single technique thrown at him.
"Wow!" Roger thought. "He's dodging everything from two people!" We're not even coming close to landing a blow, and he's a long way from breaking a sweat over it!" Yambia was having similar thoughts.
After about five minutes of this, two slaps in rapid succession could be heard, followed by two bodies striking the floor of the main compartment with a metallic "CLANG".
Roger laid there in a heap. He'd never been struck that hard before in his life! And it looked like no more than a casual back handed slap! Roger slowly stood up, "Ohhh. I'm definitely going to feel that one in the morning!"
Yambia lay about ten foot away in much the same condition. "Damned! We didn't lay so much as a finger on the guy!! Oh my poor aching head! I hope you guys have some sort of painkillers on this ship! All I wanted to do was to see this Super Saiyan level that was in Vegeta's story. We weren't even near a match for his normal form!!"
Vegeta smirked, "Well, if that's all you wanted, why didn't you just ask? Would have saved yourself some bruises."
"It wouldn't have been near the amount of fun though." Yambia said.
"Spoken like a true Saiyan." Vegeta commented proudly. "What about you Roger?"
"Well, I'm not into the whole pain thing, but it was a lot of fun testing my strength against you Vegeta." Roger admitted.
"Hmmm.. An honest answer, and not bad. Keep that up and we might make you an honorary Saiyan." Vegeta smirked. So, you want to see the Super Saiyan level, huh!"
Both Roger and Yambia yelled their enthusiasm.
"Ok, here goes! Eeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"
Vegeta clenched his fists as a bright gold aura lit up the entire main compartment. Vegeta's gray hair turned Gold.
Roger, who had only just begun feeling the ki levels in others, was dumbfounded. The large ki that was invading his senses was almost overpowering.
"What?" Yambia said
"Vegeta taught me to sense ki levels in others without the use of one of your scouters." Roger told her. "His ki is completely over the top right now!"
"A scouter! That's one thing I should have brought from the lab!" Yambia said.
"It wouldn't have done you any good right now." Vegeta offered. A scouter would have exploded before getting a reading on me at this level.
"What level are you?" Yambia asked.
"At the top of Super Saiyan level one? About 32,000,000." Vegeta said.
"32,000,000??!?!?! That's nuts! How can you be generating that much energy!!" Yambia exclaimed.
"This is nothing Yambia. When I was in my prime, I could go all the way to Super Saiyan level four. That topped out at close to one trillion." Vegeta said.
"What?!?!?! That's not possible!!!" Yambia exclaimed. Her tail unwrapped from her waist and started nervously twitching from side to side.
This was the first time Roger noticed she had a tail. "Um. nice tail!" He thought to himself, then mentally slapped himself for such a thought.
Vegeta dropped out of Super Saiyan, back to normal. "Not only is it possible, but there are at least two people in the Universe that can still do it. Kakkarot, and my son Trunks." Vegeta informed.
"Is it possible for a human to ascend like that?" Roger asked.
"No Roger, I don't believe it is." Vegeta said.
"Damned!" Roger thought to himself. "I've got to find a way somehow! I've got to experience that!"
"What about female Saiyans?" Yambia asked, thinking along the same lines as Roger.
"My daughter Bura and her friend Pan, Kakkarot's granddaughter, are both Super Saiyans." But They've never ascended higher than that. Normally, one ascends through some sort of need, or high emotional state, like anger, love, the need to protect or avenge a loved one, something like that." But since that great baka Kakkarot has been protecting the universe, there have been no real challenges for the Saiyans living there in recent years." Vegeta explained.
"I thought you told me that Kakkarot was dead a few days ago?" Roger said.
"Wishful thinking on my part, apparently, the rumors of his demised were greatly exaggerated." Vegeta smirked.
"So he's alive?" Yambia asked.
"No." Vegeta answered simply.
"So, he's not dead, and not alive?" Roger restated. "Guy sounds like a real character to me.."
"You only know the half of it, Roger!" Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"Ok, well, unless someone still feels like beating up someone, I think that Yambia and I are going down to the dispensary to pick up some ibuprophen, or maybe something even stronger, and some treatments for burns and small cuts and scrapes. You with me warrior woman?" Roger teased.
"After you, lowly human!" Yambia teased back.
Vegeta smirked when he noticed that both of them were limping slightly as they made their way to the lift to the dispensary level. Vegeta then went to the pilothouse. Once settled, he asked Bulma to contact Trunks at Capsule Corporation Headquarters.
"The time there is 3:45 AM Veggie-chan, Trunks is most likely asleep." Bulma computer said.
"Get him at home then, this is important." Vegeta demanded.
"Affirmative." There was a long pause, then the very sleepy voice of Trunks answered. "Hullo?"
"Wake up sleepyhead! This is your father." Vegeta answered.
"Dad? What do you want? Is everything alright?" Trunks worried.
"Yes, everything is fine. I've just ran into some situations I need help with. First of all, what do you know about Roger?" Vegeta asked.
"Roger? Well, other than he's been a fine and dedicated employee since Capsule Corp recruited him from college three years ago, not much. Why?" Trunks answered.
"Did you ever train him?" Vegeta asked.
"You mean to fight? No." Came the simple answer. "Again, why do you want to know?"
"Well, it's just strange is all. He's had about two and a half days of heavy gravity training, all under five g's, and he's already strong enough to beat Kirillin, Tien, and Yamucha all put together in the prime of their lives." Remember when I told you about Nappa? I think he's about even with Nappa when we first came to Earth." Vegeta said.
"What? That's impossible! Humans don't make gains that fast! Are you sure?" Trunks said.
"Absolutely sure brat! I'm not senile you know!" Vegeta scowled. Look, just do me a favor and research his past a bit, tell me what you find out."
"Ok dad, anything else?" Trunks asked.
"Yes, I stumbled across some pretty interesting technology up here, I have all the designs and notes saved in the ship's computer. I can transmit them to you if you wish." Vegeta said.
"Sure! I'll alert our communications officer right away. Start transmitting them in about an hour." Trunks said.
"Will do." Vegeta responded. "One more thing Trunks, I found a Saiyan woman, about twenty-three years old, and she may need a home for a while until she can figure out her place in the scheme of things. She was caught in some sort of time bubble or time stasis field for the last 74 years." Vegeta explained.
"Wow! That's something! No problem dad, just send her back along with the ship and we'll take good care of her." Trunks assured.
"Ok son, that's all I got for now. Anything from your end?" Vegeta said.
"Just that things are far more boring since you left dad." Trunks complained.
"Thanks son. Vegeta out." Vegeta closed the com link.