A/N NOPE, don't own these characters.
well, it has been a LOOONNNGGGG time since I updated this. So the first thing I must do
is thank you for your patience. (which is a virtue that I don't normally posess)
let us get on with it.
Alien Love
by RingPrincess
Saiyan-jinn Saiyan-jinn Saiyan-jinn
Bulma pushed her hair away from her face in an attempt to make it look less spikey that
it really was.
Two arms wrapped around her waist and a soft chuckle was made by a pair of lips
that rested close to her ear. "Not going to happen."
She snorted, but turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I had to at least try, these
businessmen won't understand that I am an alien."
"No you are not."
"Vegeta, you know what I mean." She sighed.
He grinned down slightly at her. "To them you are an alien now, before you were an alien to
me."
"Technicalities."
"Well, it is TRUE." He protested.
She shook her head at him and then burrowed it down into his chest. "I don't want
to go out there."
"That makes two of us." His chin was resting on top of her head and she didn't like
the feel of the armor that seperated the two of them.
"So why are we here again?"
He snorted. "You own a multi-billion dollar company."
"Oh, that is right"
The early morning sun shone through the hotel window. The city was washed out in the pale rays.
"Do we have to move?" Bulma said petulantly.
Vegeta snorted. "We have a duty to fufill."
Bulma sighed but made no move to detatch herself from his embrace. "Duty is highly overrated."
He chuckled.
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A large oviod white object began to peirce it's way through earth's atmosphere. The touch of the
fast moving object against the resistance of the layers of the atmosphere turned the nose of the
object a bright glowing red. Sparks danced over the epidermis of the object creating small
streaks of black admist the white. The ovoid continued it's head long descent towards earth, but
the sparks were now coming out both sides, causing the oviod to slow down to more manageable levels
of speed. This required intelligence, this required engines.
The oviod finished its downward plunge and abruptly made a horizontal course heading, it hung in the air
still for one moment, long enough for along the side portholes to be seen. Through these portholes stared
a race of people, their very hopes pinned upon this world and the person they had come to see.
The oviod raced for a landing position.
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Goku was eating a large breakfast, quite happily, food flying everywhere, tail wagging happily as it helped
its owner by picking up chicken legs or cups. Chi Chi looked on somewhat amused but more appalled at her
husband's lack of table manners. Something she had been trying to change for years, but had never been
successful at doing.
The example that Goku set was followed most dutifully by his son, whose mess while more contained was in
no less porportion to his fathers and he ate almost as much if not more than Goku. ChiChi leaned over and
rapped her son upon the head.
"Gohan, tablewear." She barked.
Gohan had the grace to look somewhat ashamed and picked up his fork dutifully, but soon put it down
again for the fact he couldn't get enough food with it at one time. Chi Chi rolled her eyes and
gave up once again, as she did every meal time that the family actually ate together.
Goku shook his head. "ChiChi, Gohan needs to eat."
"Unlike you, I wish for our son to have SOME manners." ChiChi said feircely, her eyes snapping
fire.
Goku sighed and let his good nature not take that as an insult to him, or tried anyway. "I'm sorry
Chi, we'll try harder. Right Gohan?" He looked over at his son.
Gohan looked up and narrowed his eyes, and raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Just say yes, Gohan." His mother said tiredly, sure that Goku would forget his promise as soon as the
meal was done.
"Yes Dad." Gohan said dutifully and went back to shoving food in his face.
Goku beamed. "See Chi."
ChiChi placed her head on her hands. "No. I don't Goku." She looked up at him for a moment. "Maybe
next time." She said sadly.
Goku sighed and tried not to look hurt and went back to eating.
ChiChi stared at her husband. 'Why can't he see that I am miserable? Doesn't he care?'
However the two saiyan men went on eating as if nothing had ever happened. ChiChi shook her head
mentally. 'No. He doesn't see it. Either that or he chooses to ignore it. Oh, Goku, I love you
so and I wished you loved me the same way.' Her heart ached as she watched his tail wave
around. A thought whispered to her. 'His tail says he loves you, his tail says you are his and no one
elses.' Her mind retorted. 'Is that enough, he never says so.' The interior of her mind waged
war. 'A saiyan rarely does, you think Vegeta tells Bulma he loves her.' ChiChi almost snorted
aloud at that thought. 'Vegeta isn't capable of feeling.' 'You are wrong, he is capable of great
feeling, but he doesn't say that he loves Bulma, he shows that he loves her.' 'I NEED to hear it.'
Chi Chi wailed in her heart. 'I am not saiyan and I need to know that my Goku loves me from his own
lips.' 'Then be patient.' 'I have been patient.' Her mental voice was waspish.
This mental arguement wasn't meant to go on. Half way to his mouth a ham stopped in Goku's
hand and Gohan began to choke on some grits. ChiChi, the only one who was still moving reached
over and smacked her son on his back, causing him to finish swallowing and breathe again.
"Dad, to you feel that." He whispered.
Goku nodded, as his eyes stared into the distance. "A great many ki's and they are all powerful."
ChiChi glared at the two of them. "You are not going."
Goku looked up at his wife apologetically. "We have to Chi. What if they mean the world harm. I have
to protect it."
"Let someone else deal with it." ChiChi screached. "Why does it have to be you, Goku Son?!"
Goku frowned. "If not me, who?" He tried to explain gently to his wife. He placed his hands on
her shoulders, but she quickly shrugged them off.
"Get your dirty hands off me Goku." She shouted. "Fine, go play hero, because Dende knows I can't
stop you." She began dragging dishes off the table and throwing them into the sink. Her son and
husband staring mutely at her back, she refused to talk to them. Goku looked over at Gohan who
shrugged.
"I'll be back Chi." He said gently.
Ghi Chi ignored him and began to furiously scrub the dishes.
"Chi?" His voice was troubled.
Gohan headed outside silently. He didn't want to see his parents fight.
Goku sighed and began to follow his son. He turned at the door. "You know I love you Chi. Yet, it
is my job to save the world. I have to protect it and I have to protect you." He turned and
left, taking to air right outside the door and flying off.
Inside Chi sunk to the floor and placed her face in her soapy hands. "Oh, Goku." She half whispered
half cried. "I don't know what to believe anymore."
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Two streaks of light, joined with five other streaks of light, creating a large sonic wave as they
passed over villages. Shouting between them wasn't noticed by those who lived below. They cowered
in their homes or those who knew cheered as the group commonly termed the Z-fighters zoomed by overhead.
Krillin paced himself horizontally next to Gohan so that they could converse easier. Picollo and
Goku were in the lead, with Yamcha, Tien and Chautzu holding up the rear.
"So, who do you think it is?" Krillin asked.
Gohan shrugged. "All I can tell is that they are powerful, and plentiful."
Krillin began to sweat. "Powerful is what I got too. I hope they are on our side."
Gohan looked over at the monk, noting his demeanour. "If their not. . ."
"We are in trouble." Picollo's bass and gravelly voice said from ahead of them. "There
are too many of them for all of us to take on. Even if we can count on Vegeta's and Bulma's
help."
"Bulma's help?" Yamcha scoffed. "Bulma has only been a fighter for less than a month.
Tien frowned, still a bit behind the times. "Bulma isn't a fighter."
Yamcha sneered and was about to launch into his view of events when Gohan waved him to hush.
"We're here." Goku said and landed on the edge of the feild, a large ovoid ship in the middle of it.
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The owner of GalaCorp glanced sharply at the woman next to him. He vaguely remembered that her name was
Bulma Briefs and she ran the large conglomerate of Capsule Corporation, however he thought she looked slightly
different.
Bulma was wearing a dark blue conservative business suit with a pale blue blouse. Her long aqua hair was
in an intricate arrangement of braids upon her head and he could see a few orange crystals had been woven
into the arrangement. Around her waist, instead of a belt that matched her suit appeared to be a belt the
same color as her hair, and he frowned as he wondered what that meant, for Ms. Briefs was always impeccably
dressed.
The man sitting next to her was even more of an enigma. He had black hair that swept up from his head in a
protrusion of spikes, that must have taken hours and a whole container of gel to achieve. He didn't wear
a business suit, but rather armor of some sort with a cape affixed to the shoulder juts. He carried himself
regally, as if the world should bow to him as a matter of procedure. The man refrained from snorting at the
other man's delusions of grandeur. He turned back to the speeches and began to take precise notes upon his
legal pad.
After an hour or more of the current speaker, the director of the conference stood up behind the podium and
rested his hands upon it. His face was cheerful and his blonde hair precisely combed. "It is my pleasure
to announce the next guest speaker at the Twelfth Global Technology Conference. The Speaker hails from
a company that has impacted our daily lives with her inventions. From her mind we have more space and
even more freedom to move about as never before, wasted space can now be converted into more homes and
businesses for the world to prosper, ladies and gentlemen, from Capsule Corporation may I present Bulma
Briefs."
Bulma smiled as she stood up, the mysterious man sitting next to her also standing. They both approached
the platform and shook the director's hand before the man sat down and Bulma approached the podium.
"Good Day, ladies and gentlemen of all companies." Her voice was rich and lilting. "Less than a month ago
I was sitting in my laboratory stonewalled on the subject of crystal memory storage and communications." She
raised her hands slightly. "Yes, even I get stonewalled sometimes." There was a ripple of amused laughter from
the crowd. "However, the answer to my problem had been no more than two minutes walk away from me all along."
She paused and looked back at the mysterious man behind her who was smirking. She shook her head slightly
and turned back to the crowd. "In a move unprecedented before this, the man who held the answer to my problem
GAVE me rights to use the technology that Earth so desperately needs. I will not tarry any longer from
introducing the man to explain in theory how this technology works. Ladies and gentlemen, Prince Vegeta of
the Saiyan-jinn empire."
She stepped back from the podium and instead of shaking his hand gave him a slight kiss on the cheek, before
turning the floor over to him. Prince Vegeta stood behind the podium as a man who was not entirely used to
it but resigned to fate.
Behind him a screen decended from the ceiling and a picture of Vegeta-sei intact and in all her glory
revolved on the screen. Vegeta took a breathe. "In actuality I would like to point out to the esteemed
Ms. Briefs that I am in fact Vegeta the Fourty-Ninth." He shrugged slightly. "Crystal communication and
data storage was discovered in the reign of Vegeta the Third by a miner named Clementine." The audience
gave a weak laugh. "Clementine however did not know what she had found." A picture of a woman with short
dark hair and a brawny build smiled a the camera, in her hand she held up a rock studded with dots of shiny
color. "She had stumbled across perfectly round gems, that when scanned confirmed themselves to be pure
C-60. The gems were in a range of size from smaller than a pin head to larger than basketball." Vegeta's
voice was factual, as an image of two of the C-60 gems phased onto the screen, one was shown actual size
and blown up, the other, just actual size. "Clementine was certain that she had found the newest rage in
jewelers gems. Happily she amassed quite a large fortune from the mine and died at a grand age of three hundred
and twenty four. Perhaps one the oldest Saiyan-jinn ever to exist. The scientists immediately saw the
potential of such a gem and began rigorous testing to see what the gems could be used for besides
jewelery baubles. . ."
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ChiChi rose off the floor and glared at the door. "You love me Goku, but you always leave me. I am NOT first
in your life." She wrinkled her nose. "And I don't call superhero a JOB."
'Your jealous.' Her brain admonished her.
"NO. I AM NOT JEALOUS!" She screamed to thin air.
'Yes you are. Before Goku, you were Daddy's little girl and he was training you to become powerful. Then
Goku comes along and piff, the training dissappears as do your dreams.'
ChiChi's eyes widened, but her innerself wasn't done yet.
'So you marry him. You tell him you love him and marry him, hoping that in return that he will love you
and that he will TRAIN you, as your father wouldn't. He does. . . for a time. Then he becomes so much
stronger than you and no longer has time to train you or the inclination.'
"Even if this was true it means nothing." ChiChi glared at the ceiling.
'However, there is a way to get training, if you followed it he would HAVE to train you.'
"Perpousterous."
'Aren't you tired of being left out and behind? Listen to me and you would never be left out again, but
welcomed and included.'
Chi Chi closed her eyes. "Fine, I'll listen, but that doesn't mean anything."
'Oh, but it does. Think about it carefully, what did Bulma do?'
ChiChi's eyes opened in shock. "You can't be serious, she said it was an accident."
Her innerself snorted. 'And you believed her? Nothing that complex could be deemed anything near an
'accident.' She also said she documented it.'
"So you think that I should use this documentation to do the same change to myself." Chi Chi shook her
head, "I am smart, but I am not that smart."
'You do yourself a disservice.'
Chi Chi sighed. "I don't think so."
'There is no other way, unless you want to wait a year and be wished as a saiyan. Which would be rather
painfull, here our way there is NO pain.'
"Your crazy, no, I'm crazy." She shook her head. "I cannot be thinking this bullshit."
'Crazy or not, it is the truth. Can you think of any reason against it?'
"It is DANGEROUS!!!"
'All things in life our dangerous, in a way having sex with Goku is dangerous, fighting is dangerous, hell
even cooking is dangerous. Danger is nothing, let your fear go.'
"If I do this, there is no garuntee it will work."
'Yes, there is that, but if it doesn't work, no one will ever know.'
"I might die." She stated bluntly.
'Then they will ressurect you, Goku couldn't live on earth without his beloved ChiChi. Can you say the same about him?'
ChiChi blinked but nodded. "I have already done so."
'See my point exactly.'
"Then I guess I don't have much a choice."
'You always have a choice, you could say no.' Her mind admonished.
Chi Chi sighed. "I could, but I won't." A determination long gone lit up her black eyes. "I am going to do
this thing. If Bulma did so with little objection, then so will I."
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Vegeta trailed off, his last word hung in the air. "baubles." He started again, but sent an alarmed
look over at his mate. She nodded and quietly raised her own ki as she felt him doing, weaving defensive
sheilds around herself. "To their delight and astonishment, a science team dubbed 'Orange' for the color
of gems they were assigned to test on, found that the C-60 gems could store massive amounts of information
due to it's incredible structure. To their delight not only were they able to put data in, they were also
able process and transmit it back out. 'Orange' contacted other teams and had them apply the same tests they
had done upon the gems to gems of other colors. 'Blue' had the most success and also had the largest memory
storage of any color, able to process information at six times the speed of any other gem color, no matter
what the size." He paused for breathe, and was about to continue.
There came a knocking at the door, a pattern that Vegeta hadn't heard in decades and instinctively his
head snapped back and he barked an order. "Come."
The doors swung inward, pushed by muscled of two muscular men in armor. Waiting for the door to open in
the exact middle stood a woman. She had pale, short, white hair and instead of armor wore a white robe, which was cinched
at the waist with a belt the same color of her hair. Her eyes were the pale blue of steel and her skin was
a dark black, a sharp contrast with all the white.
Her eyes travelled the distance between her and Vegeta at the Podium. Vegeta stepped around it and came beside it,
Bulma stood up and traveled over to stand on his right, her gaze regally gaugeing the woman.
The woman smiled. "Prince Vegeta." Her gaurds came to flank her and she slowly strode towards the stage.
Vegeta frowned, but he nodded.
"You have the look about you, Prince." The Priestess said smoothly, but with no deference that was due to the
title.
Vegeta smirked a bit and Bulma repressed a grin, her eyes dancing with amusement, the woman did not know how
much Vegeta resembled his family line. Yet the lack of respect on the woman's part disturbed Bulma.
It disturbed Vegeta as well. His dark eyes were slightly troubled about this fact. Would the events of his
past be destined to keep repeating themselves? Hadn't he earned SOME respect, at least for enduring those
years with Frieza in an attempt to keep his people safe? Not that it had worked. The old pain tore at him
with sharp and poisoned teeth.
Unconciously Bulma placed a hand on his shoulder, her body and mind reacting to his hurt and despair. :Vegeta,:
she whispered to him. :I respect you.:
Vegeta braced his innerself and turned a dazzling smile to his mate and patted her hand and turned back to
the woman, still curious.
"You have a name, I suppose?" He cocked his head to one side. "Priestess."
The Priestess blinked, then narrowed her eyes. "Tread carefully and with respect oh Prince."
Bulma growled low in the back of her throat. "Treat him with respect, Priestess and we shall treat you
with the same. It was a simple question, please answer it."
The Priestess turned to her. "You have no business here, Earthling. I suggest you stay out of this."
Bulma sneered openly and Vegeta took his turn to growl. "Watch your tongue Priestess, my mate is as much
of a Saiyan as I am, or do you forget who the mate of the first Legendary was?"
"The mate of the first Legendary being a White Class is a myth." The Priestess glared.
"Incorrect." Bulma glared at the woman. Her tail unwinding and twitching along the floor behind her. "I have
met her and we are so alike it is like looking in a mirror."
The Priestess sneered back at Bulma. "It is you who is incorrect."
Another Saiyan strode up the concourse and he hadn't taken his eyes from the Prince and the Prince's mate.
He glanced between them and noticed the bite marks upon their necks. He gulped, the Prince had bonded an
Exotic class female and the Priestess was too tied up in her pettiness that she didn't notice.
"My Prince." He began. The Priestess started.
"Lord Fresno, what are you doing off the ship?" She barked.
'Lord Fresno' bowed slightly to the priestess, "The people were wondering what was taking so long. It
should not take so long to make such a simple request Priestess." His face darkened. "But now I see
why, you may return to our vessel and I shall finish here."
"I am doing perfectly fine." The Priestess said stoutly.
"You doubt the offspring of your own sister in the faith." Lord Fresno spoke in even tones. "You do not give the Prince
respect, nor his bonded mate. Return to the ship at once."
The Priestess glared at him for a few more minutes before courtseying and sweeping out, taking her gaurds
with her.
Lord Fresno sighed as he watched her go. He turned to Prince Vegeta and gave him a warrior's salute, which
Vegeta returned in wonder. Lord Fresno turned slightly to Bulma and bowed to her. Bulma smiled slightly and
bowed back, a business suit was not something one could courtsey in.
"I give my utmost apologies for Priestess Laundra's actions. She is, I am afraid getting senile, but she
is the last priestess of the faith we have."
Prince Vegeta nodded slightly. "Apology accepted. Perhaps she has too much power and so can get away with many
things that otherwise she could not get away with."
Lord Fresno looked thoughtful for a moment but brightened as he saw the picture displayed upon the screen. "So
that is what you needed all those crystals for. We had wondered, but were unable to supply an answer. You are
gifting another race." He appeared happy about such a thing. "It has been many years since the Empire has done
such a thing."
Bulma smiled slightly. "If your people are impatient, we should not be distracted by trivial things."
"You are blunt, my Princess." Vegeta patted her hand.
Bulma's eyes sparkled. "You should know that by now Vegeta, better than anyone else."
Lord Fresno smiled. "It is a simple matter truly. Prince Vegeta, those Saiyans that are left in the galaxy
humbly ask you for asylum on this planet that is called Earth."
Uproar amoung the crowd, who had sat in shock through most of this, rang to the rafters of the building.
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Nothing was moving outside the ship. The Z-fighters watched anxiously, a woman had come back, complaining
under her breathe about young fools and had completely ignored the fighters that surrounded the ship.
However she was their first clue that the people they were dealing with were Saiyans.
The Z-fighters gathered together to confer.
"I say kill them all." Yamcha yelled quietly. If such a thing was possible. "We can't let anymore saiyans
loose upon the earth."
"Some of them are children." Gohan objected, he looked excited, the way his tail was whipping about. "Some
are no older than I am Yamcha, would you kill them as well."
"They grow up to be the same." Yamcha said disgustedly.
Goku looked over at him. "I am a Saiyan, does this not bother you?"
"Your different Goku." Yamcha passed it off lightly.
"How?" Gohan spoke up. "How is my dad any different? We kill the same way they do, we destroy with the
same techniques."
"But for a different reason." Yamcha blustered.
Krillin was staring idly at the ship. "We are being watched you know."
Picollo was silent, he and Kami were raging in an internal struggle. Nail could really care less.
Tien sighed. "I hate to admit this but I have to side with Yamcha."
"Since when was this a democracy?" Goku spurted out. "We will not kill them, they are here for a reason
and I don't believe it is to destroy us."
Gohan was being persistant. "The ends does not justify the means. The trouble is we never felt like we had
a choice, these people had to be stopped. What would have happened if we had greeted Vegeta and Nappa with open
arms rather than angry ki fire."
"But what about Radditz?" Yamcha said with glee.
"Misguided." Gohan defended. "He wanted my daddy, and was only using me. He never hurt me."
"WE ARE BEING WATCHED." Krillin ground out.
Yamcha defiantly gave the ship the finger.
Picollo reached over and knocked his hand down. "Don't be a fool. I agree with Goku and Gohan. We shall
keep watch for now." With that Picollo split in half and took aerial gaurd positions over the ship.
Krillin sighed and turned towards the other. "Kami and Picollo have spoken. Who wants to go against them?"
Tien and Yamcha glared at the short monk, who glared back because he knew that he was more powerful than the
both of them.
Goku looked at his son. "You help Picollo watch the ship."
"Right Dad." Gohan took to the air and found a third gaurd position where he mimiced Picollo's stance
completely. Goku grinned in fondness. He turned to the others.
"Not all of them are here. There is one at the Conference Center, with Vegeta and Bulma."
Krillin nodded. "So it is up to us find out what is going on."
"No, it is up to me. I want you to stay here and keep Yamcha in line." Goku winked at Krillin.
Krillin gave a slow grin. "Right."
Goku blasted off towards the three ki's at the conference center and Krillin turned a hard gaze towards
the other two fighters. "So, anyone up for a game of poker?" He then wiggled his eyebrows and took a pack
of cards out from the folds of his gi. "Anyone at all?"
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ChiChi peered at Bulma's lab with a set of binoculars. She sighed, was there a way she could get inside
and look through the files without being interrupted or detected for a number of hours. Scanning the surrounding
scenery she noted with relief that all buildings on Bulma's side of the compound were dark, but there was still
a risk from the other occupants.
'There is always risk, love is a risk.'
'Be quiet.' She hissed to herself mentally and eased out of the bushes. Her body was in prime physical shape, even
after all these years and she made it to the doorway with no noise, avoiding cameras was the easy part. She
only had so much time before they swung around again before she would have to duck away.
Unscrewing the door panel, she stared at the wires and carefully traced where they went, looking for a motor
or anything she could recognize within sight. With a sigh she pulled out a flashlight and a pair of wire cutters,
even though it was early in day and the light was with her.
As quick as she could without making mistakes she cut two of the wires and twisted them together, with a satisfying
hiss the lab door opened with little fuss. Replacing the board so that cosmetically at least all would appear
the same she headed inside and closed the door behind her with few seconds to spare.
Thankfully Bulma liked windows but they were tinted so that no one could see in and she could see out. Chi Chi's
flashlight beam roamed the interior of the lab. Filing cabinents seemed to be the best bet in her estimation.
Clicking off the beam and returning it to her belt she strode confidently towards the cabinents. Bulma had once
told her that she didn't put any cameras in her lab because she liked her privacy and didn't know if she could deal
with 'eyes' upon her all the time. Chi Chi silently thanked her friend for making her job that much easier.
"She won't thank you however, if you do this to yourself." She muttered. Inwardly her mind screamed. 'It is
my choice and my decision, she did it and now I can too.'
Chi Chi shook herself and opened the top of the large filing cabinent. "What would she put it under?"
She began to read files. "Admantium, Aerostreams. . . . Deoxynucleaic acid, Depopulation, . . . wait a moment.
Deoxynucleaic acid, DNA!" With unsteady fingers Chi Chi pulled the rather thick file. She closed the drawer
and found Bulma's desk, she propped up her feet and opened the manila folder with great care so nothing would
fall out.
"As organized as ever." She muttered, "Explanations, studies, modifications,. . ." Her eyes lit up. "This
seems a bit too easy, Bulma dear."
She flipped to part labeled personal observations. "What was going on in your mind when you decided to do
this Bulma, what were you thinking?"
'It started as an experiment, comparing the DNA of a human male and the DNA of a saiyan male. However my thoughts
lately have taken a surprising turn. I have begun to wonder if it would be possible to modify either the saiyan
DNA to human DNA and vice versa.
Bad news, according to my calculations, there would be no way to change Saiyan DNA to Human, however the same
calculations project that I could change Human to Saiyan with an acceptable degree of risk. I have deduced
a reason for this. It seems that the human body can only handle so much ki and is apt to destroy itself
if there is too much ki running through it. Saiyan physiology with it's large appetite and tendency towards
large muscle mass seems to make up for this lack, there is also the disturbing fact about their tales. I have
heard that the Saiyan believes that his power resides in his tail. There may be some basis is actual fact in
this old wives tale, no pun intended. However there is no way to prove my theory about change without a
willing test subject.
Personally, I am flummoxed lately. Perhaps I am spending too much time with Vegeta, he is enough to flummox
anybody. It is disturbing, now that the earth is no longer in danger, I do not here from my friends anymore.
I had the preconception that we should be together more because of peace. I have noticed that the others hang
out together often, even just to spar, but I am nearly never included. I haven't brought this up to Vegeta
or Yamcha, Vegeta could care less and Yamcha wouldn't understand. I actually feel quite used and unneeded.
This is rather insulting and I know if I knew how to fight they would talk to me more. I am always interested
in hearing them talk about their sparring but damned if I know I can't join them, and that turns them off from
talking about it. If you don't belong to the family you don't get to play with the kiddies. I understand it
but don't have to like it. So in the good spirit of this project I am going to test my theory about DNA,
upon myself.'
Chi Chi paused for a moment, looking up from the pages. There was no dates, but a more of a feeling of
passing time. She hadn't decided this all at once. Chi Chi frowned. "She felt something like I do, but even
more so, because I WAS once part of the group."
'Eureka, I did it. The DNA modification is complete and to make sure I didn't do it wrong I applied the
formula to the DNA of Krillin and to the DNA of Chi Chi, the same modifications appeard within their
DNA as did in mine. It is a success. Now only to get Vegeta out of the lab, this should take perhaps
six to eight hours and it is necessary to be rid of him. Are all Saiyans as dedicated as he is?'
The journal ended there, there was no indication of success or failure. But one didn't have to record
results when you could see them right in front of you. ChiChi grinned. "If I am correct, she has already
done the work for me. Hmm...."
She shuffled papers about until she found one labeled. 'DNA MODIFICATION: SUBJECT- CHI CHI SON'
Another shuffling of papers found the procedure for begining modification. "Well, well well, what
do we have here?" Chi Chi smiled, and her eyelids hooding her large black eyes.
She placed the open folder on the desk and pushed away from it. Time to get to work.
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The saiyan's clapped their hands over there ears. Everyone was yelling at once and their delicate hearing
couldn't take it.
Bulma winced as she took one hand off her ears and created a ki ball in the palm of her hand. It's orange
glow caused Fresno's black/green eyes to widened. She threw it up above the crowd and exploded it with
a large BOOM.
The effect was like a gunshot had gone off. The scientists and business men immediately quieted.
"RETURN to YOUR SEATS!" Bulma shouted. Her tail twitching behind her. She turned to the Saiyan and
bowed slightly. "I am afraid that Vegeta and I are not the ones to ask about that." She held up
a hand. "However, there is more than enough room for. . ."
"Three thousand." Fresno said heavily. "We are the first ship to arrive, milady."
Bulma nodded, and felt rather than saw Vegeta's pained look.
"Three thousand." He whispered, he looked about to cry.
Bulma wrapped her arms around her mate. Fresno closed his eyes in anguish, the prince was just beginning
to feel what he felt everyday. "I'm sorry milord."
Vegeta looked at Fresno. "It is not your fault that only," his breathe caught and he couldn't repeat
the number again. "It is the fault of Frieza and he has been duly punished."
Fresno nodded. "Milord, that is just a rough number of those WE could find. There still may be more."
"Still, out of a society of trillions." Vegeta breathed.
Fresno scowled mournfully but nodded. "I understand milord."
"You can start again, Vegeta." Bulma whispered. "Three thousand is enough, there were less in the beginning
and Vegeta," her eyes began to sparkle. "Do remember that saiyans are compatible with humans." Her lips twitched
in a smile, "and those unions are strong unions."
Vegeta smirked, "True. But not everyone will want a 'weak' mate, no matter what the children are like."
Fresno sighed. "Milord, if I may interrupt. Who is it that we must see to gain assylum?"
Bulma looked thoughtful and Vegeta watched her. She shrugged.
Another ki entered the room, a familiar one. "Kakarrotto?" Vegeta cried.
Goku grinned. "Hiya, Vegeta, Bulma. I think I have the answer to your question, Lord Fresno." He
said in the direction of the ambassador, was the only way he could term the man in his mind.
Bulma raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Well, you seemed in an awful hurry to not tell us."
"Dende, who else?" Goku grinned and shrugged his shoulders.
Bulma slapped her forehead. "I am dense."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. :Yes, you are dense, but not in the way you mean. If you weren't dense, you wouldn't
be physical.:
:And you call yourself a generalist, Vegeta.: She glared at him.
Goku looked back in forth between them. "Guys, you can sort that out later."
"Who made you leader?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"Enough, the both of you. Goku, would you kindly escort Lord Fresno to Dende, Vegeta and I have
a conference to finish, and Vegeta in particular has a speech to finish." Bulma waved her
hands in their direction in a shooing motion.
Lord Fresno hid a grin and bowed to the both of them. Goku didn't hide his grin. "Okay, I take
the hint. See you two later, Prince and Princess." He rolled his eyes and turned to Fresno. "If
you'll follow me."
"Hey, you are the one in charge." Fresno grinned.
Vegeta snorted. "Get going, Kakarrotto, Lord Fresno."
Goku gave them a jaunty wave and took to the air, the ambassador right behind him.
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Gohan grinned down towards where the other three Z-fighters were playing poker. His head snapped
up and he watched as two ki trails headed away from the city and towards a tower known to few.
"There they go." He pointed out to Picollo.
"Dende will be pleased to have visitors." Picollo muttered.
"Dende is always happy to have visitors." Gohan defended. "He is only so old Master Picollo."
Picollo grunted. "That was some speech you gave, Gohan."
Gohan flushed slightly. "I have had some time to think about it."
"Sometimes we old warriors need to be reminded that there are other ways of handling problems."
"However there are some problems that you still need violence, you can't cure gangrene, you cut it out before
it kills the rest of you." Gohan pointed out.
"Like Frieza, young wise one." Picollo said amused.
Gohan nodded. "And those like him."
"And you tell the good from the bad?" Picollo raised a brow ridge in question. His attenna twitching.
Gohan sighed. "The most I know would be a spirit bomb, but that is considered an attack." He looked over
at Picollo. "There must be some way."
"You will figure it oneday Gohan, I am certain."
"If I don't, them someone else will." He nodded down at the game. "Who's winning?"
"Krillin." Picollo answered without thought. He seemed far away.
Gohan went quiet. "Master Picollo, do you think that I could make some friends with these saiyans?"
Picollo sent his student a surpised look. "I don't see why not."
"It is just, that mommy doesn't let me have any friends and it gets lonely out in the forest all by myself.
Hiya dragon doesn't help all the time." Gohan looked over at Picollo seriously. "He just reminds me that I
don't have any friends that talk back, or at least friends around my AGE that do so." Gohan sighed. "Hiya
dragon is like a puppy dog." He fell silent.
Picollo waited to see if he would say more and inwardly Kami cursed at him. 'I didn't know things were THAT bad
in the Son home.'
Mentally Nail sneered. 'You mean you never noticed it. I barely know them and I noticed.'
'Silence the both of you, it is the past and we can't change it.' Picollo said coldly. 'However,
even Goku had friends to help him, why shouldn't little Gohan be any different.'
'Steal him again if you must, and steal other children with him for training.' Kami urged.
'The parents?' Nail said incredously. 'You are daft old one.'
Picollo narrowed his eyes. 'Not if I hired out my services for wilderness training.'
'Gohan has HAD wilderness training.' Nail pointed out. 'Here and on Namek.'
'Do you have a better idea?' Kami cried exasperated.
'No, but in time I am sure I can think of one.' Nail said arrogantly.
Picollo mentally rolled his eyes at the both of them. 'Go do it someplace else and not at the
forefront of my mind.'
The two other presences within him faded away still argueing and Picollo walled them out. He looked
over again at Gohan, who was meditating now on something else. He shook his head slightly. 'I am
becoming soft.'
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Chi Chi grinned in exaltation. The testube in its holder was an eerie purple color, nothing like the normal blue
of a DNA solution. But she wasn't worried, Bulma's notes had made a point of this fact. The modified DNA
formula wouldn't be the same as a normal one. Her formula had been orange in color, Krillin's green and
Chi Chi's a purple. Which only made Chi Chi think that she had done it correctly.
She sighed and turned to the next batch of notes, she had to modify the machine to actually make the
modifications so it wouldn't reject her when she stepped into the tank.
She opened the door of the med lab and nodded, the tank hummed under its own power. 'I can not have
the tank failing halfway through a change or healing, that would be disaster.' Bulma had said when someone
had asked her about the independent generator.
Chi Chi looked at the diagrams and instructions in front of her. 'STEP ONE: Turn OFF the generator, dummy.'
Chi laughed, typical of Bulma. However electrocution didn't agree with Chi Chi and she did what Bulma said,
but going over and flipping OFF the generator.
'STEP TWO: Open the right hindmost panel of the regeneration tank.'
Chi Chi found a wrench and got back to work.
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Goku landed on top of Dende's tower and looked around for the young Namek.
Dende was nowhere to be seen, so he must be either in the castle or hidden somewhere in the gardens.
"Who is this Dende?"
"He is the gaurdian of our planet." Goku turned to Fresno. "Do not be fooled by appearances, ambassador."
Goku headed towards the castle, but a man-like being stopped him before he could enter.
"Mr. Popo!" Goku greeted the odd looking man.
Mr. Popo bowed to Goku. "Friend Goku I am afraid that only the Lord Fresno may go beyond this point."
Goku sighed. "Very well. Good luck Lord Fresno."
Mr. Popo waved Lord Fresno through the doors of the castle leaving Goku outside to wait.
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Fresno looked sideways at the black turban and pantaloon clad man. "What is.. . ."
"No questions, young Lord Fresno." Mr. Popo said sharply. He pointed ahead. "Your destination lies
through those two doors, I am afraid that only you can go there. I cannot help you."
Fresno frowned, but headed towards the doors. He would not be afraid.
He opened the doors with minimal effort and crossed the room. He felt that this castle was very odd, by
all rights the entire structure should not exist, much less be so big.
He approached a figure that seemed incrugously small, no more than a child. It had it's back facing towards
him and so he could not see the face, but noticed he wore a tunic with an over vest, his neck was wrapped in
what seemed to be an overlarge turtleneck collar.
"You wonder about a many a thing, Lord Fresno and at the moment you wonder about me and my house and
what you are doing here." It said in a voice to match the size of the figure, childlike.
The figure turned around and looked up at him. Lord Fresno felt a jolt of anger, they had sent him
to a Namekian CHILD!!!
Dende cocked his head. "You are angry." He nodded, "good. But the main question is, will you ACT upon
your anger?"
Lord Fresno's eyes widened. The little brat was CHALLENGING him. A challenge of control, but a challenge
none the less.
Dende laughed. "Good, good. I like you Fresno." He cocked his head. "You have a question for me, and
I have a question for you. So it is with all things."
Lord Fresno blinked and bit his lip, he had a mission to perform.
The child, no Dende smiled for no apparent reason, looking at him guilessly.
"Dende, I am here to ask for asylum on this planet for the race of saiyans." Fresno said as slowly
as he could.
Dende laughed. "I am a child, Lord Fresno, but not stupid or slow." He took two steps back from Lord Fresno
and steepled his fingers. He stared at Fresno solemnly. "Before I answer your request, I must ask you a
question Lord Fresno." His attenai twitched. "If you, Lord Fresno could make any wish and be garunteed that
the wish would come true, what would you wish?"
Fresno stared at Dende, this had the feeling of a test. But was there even a correct answer?
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If Chi Chi had been asked the same question at that moment, her answer wouldn't have been so long in
coming. "Make me a saiyan, please," with the please tucked on as an afterthought.
As it was, she didn't need to use a wish, because the tank was ready and hopefully so was she. Thankful
slightly that no one was around, Chi Chi stripped of the clothes she was wearing. With a small feeling
of misgiving and claustrophobia she stepped inside the tank, affixed the nodes and watched as the door
closed, locking her inside. There was no turning back. An anesthetic in the air sent her to sleep as
the fluid began to cover her face and she dozed inside the purple gel, held in by a tank made by
Bulma Briefs.
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Vegeta stepped away from the podium as the screen behind him ascended back to its resting place and Bulma
came to take her place beside him.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to announce that the slide show behind you was projected using
Capsule Corp technology, however it was run by a C-60 gem, known to the rest of the galaxy as a
Coruscarad."
A murmuring rippled through the crowd as companies scrambled to write down the pertinant information.
"Furthermore, Capsule Corporation, who is fronting for Prince Vegeta would open the floor for bids
on marketing and application of the technology entrusted to us by the Saiyan-jinn empire."
"Bids will not be made at this time." Vegeta spoke into the mike. "They may be made after the conference
is successfully completed and sent to your local Capsule Corp division office, which will foward them
to us."
:Thank You Vegeta.: Bulma sent him sarcastically, but outside she was smiling.
:I think that you wanted a bit or r&r on this trip correct.:
:Bastard.:
Vegeta smirked.
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Fresno felt trapped. Nothing was coming to mind. He looked up at the ceiling. "Nothing, Master
Dende, I would wish for nothing."
Dende broke into a big smile. "Thank You Lord Fresno, you have proven my judgement of your character
correct. You may stay on our planet. I believe that Princess Bulma will be able to help you with
accommadations and land. MR. POPO!"
The door opened and smiled at the happy young child and the relieved looking ambassador. "Well done,
Lord Fresno. Come now, Goku is waiting to escort you back."
Dende smiled. "Do come and visit again, but next time I'll be sure to be outside."
Lord Fresno laughed slightly. "I may just do that, young master Dende."
Dende raised an eyebrow. "In title, to appease you etiquette, it is actually Gaurdian Dende. Say
hello to Gohan for me." He waved at the retreating figures, giving them enough time to bounce out
after them and not be seen. Dende was a child after all and there was only SOOO much time he would
set aside to be serious.
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Goku and Lord Fresno settled next to the large oviod ship. Fresno saw Vegeta and Bulma waiting outside,
looking the ship over, and an older Namek and young saiyan child were floating over the ship, keeping
watch.
Goku waved them down. "Gohan, Picollo, Dende has. . ."
"We know." Gohan grinned. "Dende contacted Master Picollo and well he told me and I. . ."
"Told Vegeta and I." Bulma said as she approached Goku and Fresno. "Nameks make for efficient communication
systems. But not AS efficient as a phone." She mock glared at the large Namek, then grinned to take out the
sting of her words.
Fresno shifted uncomfortably at the informalness of the Princess. Prince Vegeta was making faces at the windows,
in which all the children had gathered and were giggling at the Saiyan Prince. Bulma without really looking
sent a small ki blast which made him jump and yelp slightly, glaring over at his mate. The children were falling
down in laughter at the plight of the Saiyan Prince, a few of the adults who could see were laughing as well.
Vegeta growled at his mate and blurred out of sight, tackling her to the ground.
Bulma giggled up at him. "That was for the little stunt back in the conference."
His eyes lit up with an inner fire. "Oh, really. Hmm. . . I must think of suitable revenge."
Bulma's eyes widened and she stared at Vegeta. "I don't like that look. Oh shit." She managed somehow
to get out of Vegeta's grip and dashed off, only to find that everyway she turned Vegeta was in front of her.
The Z-fighters were even laughing at her plight. Bulma glared at them when she had time. She was cursing Vegeta
inwardly, which was only making him more determined to catch her.
Lord Fresno shook his head at their antics and mentally reminded himself they were bonded. He strode up
the open gangplank. "It is all clear. We have been given permission to stay!"
The children were the first to pour out, followed by anxious mothers and fathers. The single saiyans were the last,
Fresno stayed inside and grabbed the Priestess on her way past. "Priestess, we must talk."
She was young, once you disregarded the white hair, her skin was smooth and without wrinkles. She glared at the
Lord Fresno, rebellion etched in her very stance. "Lord Fresno."
"Priestess, you must not antagonize Vegeta and Princess Bulma so. It is only through luck that we are able to
stay here at all. I had to ask the GAURDIAN of the planet if we could stay."
The Priestess' eyes widened. "This planet rates a Gaurdian."
Lord Fresno nodded solemnly. "A young Namek, his counterpart is outside watching. The others do not treat them
with the respect they completely deserve, so I have a feeling that they do not know COMPLETELY what a Gaurdian
does."
"I must agree." The Priestess nodded. "I will try."
"Priestess, this planet has a way of humiliating you." Vegeta said with good nature from the doorway. "I
speak from personal experience." He grinned slightly. "However, I ask you to remember this Priestess,
I am NOT my father." His voice turned hard. "He is dead, praise Dende and I who have grown up without
his influence am nothing like him."
"Frieza?" The Priestess challenged.
"I have learned better since." Vegeta said softly. "Death can do strange things to your mind." He gave
the woman a quiet look. "Do not judge my mate and I before you truly get to know us. Bulma forgives your
attitude, and hopes for better."
"And you my lord?" She asked with a raise of an eyebrow.
"Am reserving my own judgement." He saluted the both of them. "Welcome to Earth." He then grinned.
"My mate and I must be going, I promised to teach her something and to get to the area I have chosen
before dark we must leave now. Picollo and Krillin have offered to escort your ship to a place where you
can set her down in safety to sleep."
Fresno stared at the Prince. He appeared a bit nervous but expectant at the same time.
"Thank You Prince Vegeta."
Vegeta smirked. It seemed a continous expression. "Don't thank me yet. Stay inside tonight please. There
are only so many ozuroo apes that I can deal with in one night."
"By the way, how often is the moon full here?"
"There is no moon, there once was. It might be wished back." Vegeta shrugged. "I doubt it. I am going
to use a fake moon. Good Night Lord Fresno."
"Good Night Prince Vegeta."
With a swish of a navy cape Vegeta exited the scene. Fresno and the Priestess looked uneasily at each other.
"Why would the prince have to teach the princess about going ozuroo?" Fresno voiced.
"And what is this about wishes?" The priestess murmured back.
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Even Picollo and Krillin were uneasy as they guided the ship towards a remote spot on Bulma's land. It was
one thing to think about how Vegeta would train Bulma and Goku and Gohan to go ozuroo, but in actuallity.
Krillin was scared to death. He knew Goku and Gohan had both gone ozuroo at least once, but Bulma never had
and no one was sure of what was going to happen. The spaceship settled down with a thump and Krillin glanced
over to Picollo, "How are they going to ensure that no one looks out and accidently see the fake moon?"
Fresno waved them down. There was another warrior with him. "This is Lucette, perhaps you two could help us.
We are going to place an opaque sheild over the ship." Fresno gestured at the bulky bundle that Lucette was
holding. Lucette smiled, she winked.
"Fresno is kind, it is really a large tarp but he doesn't want you to look down upon us."
Krillin blinked and chuckled. "A tarp will work just fine. We'll all take an edge and gently place
it over the ship, practical and economical."
"Monks always being economical." Picollo rumbled.
Krillin rolled his eyes and took the offered corner from Lucette. "And Nameks are always practical."
"Always." Picollo took the opposite end and they rose in the air, dragging the large tarp with them. It
billowed in the breeze of their own making. Krillin waited till the two Saiyans were at the same height
he was and then made sure the tarp was taut and centered over the ship before heading downwards.
Well, corner was a relative term. the tarp was in actuallity more like a large round parachute but would
serve the same purpose. He found a large rock to seal his section of the tarp down and waited until all four
had rocks upon theirs.
He dusted off his hands. "There, but how are you two going to get in."
Lucette and Fresno grinned. "We are going to join Vegeta. He might need some help training your saiyans
and we thought we could be of assitance." Lucette winked.
Krillin sighed. "That is good of you. Thank You, I was worried about tonight, but
if Vegeta has your help."
"We best hurry." Fresno gestured towards Lucette and took to the air. Lucette smiled again
at Krillin. "Your welcome, I'll see ya later."
The two saiyans took off into the clear evening sky.
Krillin sighed. "I hope they are able to help."
Picollo nodded. "I will keep watch here, you go back to Master Roshi's and get some sleep."
"Thanks, Picollo."
"Don't spend that money too quick now."
Krillin smirked and waved back at him as he left.
Picollo levitated into the air and took a classic lotus position and began to meditate.
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The regeneration tank fluid bubbled slightly, as it began to be replaced by air. Chi Chi's eyelids
fluttered and she began to stretch.
Once out of the tank she did a full body stretch and turned to look at it. "I need a shower."
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the shower unit and with a smile on her face decided
that if she was quick she could be done and out of here, place clean and returned to original state
in less than an hour.
Her tail swayed happily behind her as she hummed a merry little tune.
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Vegeta was about to make the fake moon and toss it into the air, his students were blind folded before
him. However he felt the ki's of Fresno and another female warrior racing towards his position and
he held off, curious.
They landed with looks of relief on their faces and laughed quietly at the blindfolded figures looking
in their direction as if they could really see them and not just sense their ki's.
"This is Lucette. She said she wanted to help."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Who said I needed help?"
"Blimey, your majesty!" Lucette burst out. "You can't control THREE ozuroo state saiyans ALL on your own."
Vegeta bit the inside of his lip, not wanting to admit that she was right.
"Vegeta." Bulma spoke up. "Listen to her. I've had some misgivings about this myself, I feel much much
better knowing at least TWO more experienced Saiyans are here."
"Plus, your majesty." Lucette continued. "I am specially trained to teach how to control the ozuroo
state. I am our cheif trainer, PLEASE let me help you."
Vegeta nodded reluctantly. "Very well."
"I know there is something you haven't thought about Your majesty. How will you get through their
hazey minds?"
Vegeta sighed. "I was going to get through to Bulma the old fashioned way, but I know Goku is the only
one Gohan will respond to. I was going to leave Goku till last."
"Gohan," Lucette turned to the younger demi-saiyan. "Do you have any close friends?"
Gohan shook his head, he held back tears with force. Lucette's dropped jaw was thankfully hidden
to everyone but Fresno and Vegeta. "A pet then?"
"The closest thing I have to a pet is Hiya Dragon." Gohan said. "And mommy doesn't like me playing with
Hiya Dragon."
Lucette grinned, a kid with a dragon for a pet, one that he saw without permission couldn't be too bad. "All
right, could you call Hiya Dragon here for us?"
Gohan nodded. "I just have to call out to him with my mind, we aren't too far away from his normal territory.
He shouldn't be long."
Lucette's eyes widened. A pet that the kid could call with his MIND!! He must be a strong telepath then, and telepathy
was a rare gift, at least strong telepathy. "You Goku."
Goku shook his head. "No one I wouldn't trust not to kill."
"Not even your mate." Vegeta said thoughtfully.
Goku brightened for a moment then he seemed to droop. "No, we got into a fight today."
Vegeta looked at his rival and wondered what it had been about, but had some hunch that it was about
Goku fighting. "She most likely isn't the best choice. So we'll leave you for last then."
Hiya Dragon very literally bounced into the clearing, and pounced on the little saiyan, licking his face
and causing Gohan to giggle.
Lucette watched Hiya Dragon and Gohan play for a moment. "I'm glad Saiyan brats are tough." She muttered
to herself. "All right, that is enough Gohan, your dragon can let you up now." She turned to Vegeta.
"Whenever your ready, your majesty."
Vegeta formed a ball of white light in his hand, he threw it into the air where it hovered far above the earth,
looking for all the world like a moon. The humans who saw it stared in amazement, they had missed the lesser
light of the night.
Vegeta stared at it and with a roar began to transform into his ozuroo form. His face lengthened and dark hair
sprouted all over his body, his eyes turned solid red, he grew in height until he towered even far above
the trees. Once his form was complete he looked down at the puny figures below him.
Lucette bit her lip and kept from looking at the moon by sheer effort. "Describe what you did, Vegeta."
She shouted up, "and then I am going to unblindfold Bulma."
"I focused on a memory, in this case a happy memory, one about my mother," He smirked, "which seemed to
transform into a memory of my mate."
Bulma, down on the ground blushed as Fresno and Lucette roared in laughter. Lucette, one hand holding her
side whipped off Bulma's blindfold and in between gasps told her. "Look at the moon, your grace. And
think of anything but the fact you are changing."
For a beginner, Lucette observed. Bulma didn't do too bad, she was able to keep her sense of self until
about half way through the transformation, but once she transformed Vegeta moved in to get her under control.
Lucette nodded, it was obvious to her that the Prince and his mate were more than good for each other, they
were perfect.
"Their bonded." Fresno said quietly.
"That explains it. Gohan next."
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Chi Chi sighed and wiped the last of the oil off her hands. "There all done." She swept up
the papers and headed back to the other room head down. She sorted through papers and arranged the
folder as it had been when she found it. "Must be neat." She admonished. Her bun had long ago fallen
out and black spikes fell down till about mid back. She flicked a spear shaped lock out of the way for
a moment and heaved the cabinet open, care not to use too much force. That would be a disaster.
With deft movements she placed the folder back and shut the cabinet, eyes sweeping the lab to make sure
she had everything.
Chi Chi checked her timepeice, and noted that she still had ten seconds until she could leave and not
be detected.
Ten seconds go by slowly when you are impatient to leave.
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Hiya Dragon hovered in front of Gohan, keeping the now ozuroo boy calm. Lucette nodded to Fresno.
"Time for you to change, Fres."
Fresno rolled his eyes and half way through caught the moon. "Thanks a lot Luce," was the last
intelligent thing Fresno said as a man before he transformed.
Lucette grinned at the remaining untried saiyan. "Last chance, Kakarrotto to figure out someone
to help you." Vegeta had let his saiyan name slip and Lucette wasn't going to let him get away with being called
Goku anymore.
Goku shook his head. "As soon as Gohan breaks through, both him and Bulma can try to get me through it."
Lucette nodded and stared up at Gohan. "He has almost made it."
"How can you look at the moon and not transform?" Goku asked curiously.
Lucette smiled. "I am able to actually WILL myself not to transform. It is a difficult technique that not many
Saiyan take the time to master, because they prefer going ozuroo. I, personally don't always see the attraction."
"Oh. Thanks, you think you could teach me that technique sometime."
"We have a long time here to teach you, so I don't see why not. Oops, Gohan made it."
"I can hear him." Goku wrinkled his nose.
"You next." Lucette suited actions to words and whipped off his blindfold.
She set loose a demon.
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Chi Chi was flying home, she was almost near the mountain when she overpassed a clear lake. She was
staring down at it when she realized that something was wrong. Reflexively she looked over her shoulder
to confirm her suspicion.
Her black eyes fixed upon the moon. Chi Chi drifted to a stop as she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight.
She opened her mouth and roared towards the stars in challenge. Her new canines reflecting a pearly white.
Chi Chi began her transformation, as she did her mind paniced and hid itself deep inside the instincts of the
saiyan. As her body changed, her mind was driven farther away from the surface of her brain.
The clothes on her body were ripped to shreds and distentegrated under the strain.
Her wide muzzle opened in a roar that echoed through the valleys. Chi Chi glared around at the forest
that surrounded her, her nose scented other ozuroo saiyans near her. Somewhere in the back of her head
the fact that this was her home brought forth a territorialness from the female. She roared in
anger and with no reason left to tell her otherwise, she began to hunt those who DARED infringe
on her territory.
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End CHAPTER THREE
Oh, you had to have at least one cliffie, you know it is a DBZ speciality.
Out of idle curiousity does anyone know why Krillin never looks like he has a nose? (sorry, I have looking
through the pics I have and it just annoys me, even yamcha and tien have noses.) I know he has one, but he just
doesn't look like he does. (Yes I have seen profile views, but still)
Later ;P
well, it has been a LOOONNNGGGG time since I updated this. So the first thing I must do
is thank you for your patience. (which is a virtue that I don't normally posess)
let us get on with it.
Alien Love
by RingPrincess
Saiyan-jinn Saiyan-jinn Saiyan-jinn
Bulma pushed her hair away from her face in an attempt to make it look less spikey that
it really was.
Two arms wrapped around her waist and a soft chuckle was made by a pair of lips
that rested close to her ear. "Not going to happen."
She snorted, but turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I had to at least try, these
businessmen won't understand that I am an alien."
"No you are not."
"Vegeta, you know what I mean." She sighed.
He grinned down slightly at her. "To them you are an alien now, before you were an alien to
me."
"Technicalities."
"Well, it is TRUE." He protested.
She shook her head at him and then burrowed it down into his chest. "I don't want
to go out there."
"That makes two of us." His chin was resting on top of her head and she didn't like
the feel of the armor that seperated the two of them.
"So why are we here again?"
He snorted. "You own a multi-billion dollar company."
"Oh, that is right"
The early morning sun shone through the hotel window. The city was washed out in the pale rays.
"Do we have to move?" Bulma said petulantly.
Vegeta snorted. "We have a duty to fufill."
Bulma sighed but made no move to detatch herself from his embrace. "Duty is highly overrated."
He chuckled.
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A large oviod white object began to peirce it's way through earth's atmosphere. The touch of the
fast moving object against the resistance of the layers of the atmosphere turned the nose of the
object a bright glowing red. Sparks danced over the epidermis of the object creating small
streaks of black admist the white. The ovoid continued it's head long descent towards earth, but
the sparks were now coming out both sides, causing the oviod to slow down to more manageable levels
of speed. This required intelligence, this required engines.
The oviod finished its downward plunge and abruptly made a horizontal course heading, it hung in the air
still for one moment, long enough for along the side portholes to be seen. Through these portholes stared
a race of people, their very hopes pinned upon this world and the person they had come to see.
The oviod raced for a landing position.
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Goku was eating a large breakfast, quite happily, food flying everywhere, tail wagging happily as it helped
its owner by picking up chicken legs or cups. Chi Chi looked on somewhat amused but more appalled at her
husband's lack of table manners. Something she had been trying to change for years, but had never been
successful at doing.
The example that Goku set was followed most dutifully by his son, whose mess while more contained was in
no less porportion to his fathers and he ate almost as much if not more than Goku. ChiChi leaned over and
rapped her son upon the head.
"Gohan, tablewear." She barked.
Gohan had the grace to look somewhat ashamed and picked up his fork dutifully, but soon put it down
again for the fact he couldn't get enough food with it at one time. Chi Chi rolled her eyes and
gave up once again, as she did every meal time that the family actually ate together.
Goku shook his head. "ChiChi, Gohan needs to eat."
"Unlike you, I wish for our son to have SOME manners." ChiChi said feircely, her eyes snapping
fire.
Goku sighed and let his good nature not take that as an insult to him, or tried anyway. "I'm sorry
Chi, we'll try harder. Right Gohan?" He looked over at his son.
Gohan looked up and narrowed his eyes, and raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Just say yes, Gohan." His mother said tiredly, sure that Goku would forget his promise as soon as the
meal was done.
"Yes Dad." Gohan said dutifully and went back to shoving food in his face.
Goku beamed. "See Chi."
ChiChi placed her head on her hands. "No. I don't Goku." She looked up at him for a moment. "Maybe
next time." She said sadly.
Goku sighed and tried not to look hurt and went back to eating.
ChiChi stared at her husband. 'Why can't he see that I am miserable? Doesn't he care?'
However the two saiyan men went on eating as if nothing had ever happened. ChiChi shook her head
mentally. 'No. He doesn't see it. Either that or he chooses to ignore it. Oh, Goku, I love you
so and I wished you loved me the same way.' Her heart ached as she watched his tail wave
around. A thought whispered to her. 'His tail says he loves you, his tail says you are his and no one
elses.' Her mind retorted. 'Is that enough, he never says so.' The interior of her mind waged
war. 'A saiyan rarely does, you think Vegeta tells Bulma he loves her.' ChiChi almost snorted
aloud at that thought. 'Vegeta isn't capable of feeling.' 'You are wrong, he is capable of great
feeling, but he doesn't say that he loves Bulma, he shows that he loves her.' 'I NEED to hear it.'
Chi Chi wailed in her heart. 'I am not saiyan and I need to know that my Goku loves me from his own
lips.' 'Then be patient.' 'I have been patient.' Her mental voice was waspish.
This mental arguement wasn't meant to go on. Half way to his mouth a ham stopped in Goku's
hand and Gohan began to choke on some grits. ChiChi, the only one who was still moving reached
over and smacked her son on his back, causing him to finish swallowing and breathe again.
"Dad, to you feel that." He whispered.
Goku nodded, as his eyes stared into the distance. "A great many ki's and they are all powerful."
ChiChi glared at the two of them. "You are not going."
Goku looked up at his wife apologetically. "We have to Chi. What if they mean the world harm. I have
to protect it."
"Let someone else deal with it." ChiChi screached. "Why does it have to be you, Goku Son?!"
Goku frowned. "If not me, who?" He tried to explain gently to his wife. He placed his hands on
her shoulders, but she quickly shrugged them off.
"Get your dirty hands off me Goku." She shouted. "Fine, go play hero, because Dende knows I can't
stop you." She began dragging dishes off the table and throwing them into the sink. Her son and
husband staring mutely at her back, she refused to talk to them. Goku looked over at Gohan who
shrugged.
"I'll be back Chi." He said gently.
Ghi Chi ignored him and began to furiously scrub the dishes.
"Chi?" His voice was troubled.
Gohan headed outside silently. He didn't want to see his parents fight.
Goku sighed and began to follow his son. He turned at the door. "You know I love you Chi. Yet, it
is my job to save the world. I have to protect it and I have to protect you." He turned and
left, taking to air right outside the door and flying off.
Inside Chi sunk to the floor and placed her face in her soapy hands. "Oh, Goku." She half whispered
half cried. "I don't know what to believe anymore."
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Two streaks of light, joined with five other streaks of light, creating a large sonic wave as they
passed over villages. Shouting between them wasn't noticed by those who lived below. They cowered
in their homes or those who knew cheered as the group commonly termed the Z-fighters zoomed by overhead.
Krillin paced himself horizontally next to Gohan so that they could converse easier. Picollo and
Goku were in the lead, with Yamcha, Tien and Chautzu holding up the rear.
"So, who do you think it is?" Krillin asked.
Gohan shrugged. "All I can tell is that they are powerful, and plentiful."
Krillin began to sweat. "Powerful is what I got too. I hope they are on our side."
Gohan looked over at the monk, noting his demeanour. "If their not. . ."
"We are in trouble." Picollo's bass and gravelly voice said from ahead of them. "There
are too many of them for all of us to take on. Even if we can count on Vegeta's and Bulma's
help."
"Bulma's help?" Yamcha scoffed. "Bulma has only been a fighter for less than a month.
Tien frowned, still a bit behind the times. "Bulma isn't a fighter."
Yamcha sneered and was about to launch into his view of events when Gohan waved him to hush.
"We're here." Goku said and landed on the edge of the feild, a large ovoid ship in the middle of it.
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The owner of GalaCorp glanced sharply at the woman next to him. He vaguely remembered that her name was
Bulma Briefs and she ran the large conglomerate of Capsule Corporation, however he thought she looked slightly
different.
Bulma was wearing a dark blue conservative business suit with a pale blue blouse. Her long aqua hair was
in an intricate arrangement of braids upon her head and he could see a few orange crystals had been woven
into the arrangement. Around her waist, instead of a belt that matched her suit appeared to be a belt the
same color as her hair, and he frowned as he wondered what that meant, for Ms. Briefs was always impeccably
dressed.
The man sitting next to her was even more of an enigma. He had black hair that swept up from his head in a
protrusion of spikes, that must have taken hours and a whole container of gel to achieve. He didn't wear
a business suit, but rather armor of some sort with a cape affixed to the shoulder juts. He carried himself
regally, as if the world should bow to him as a matter of procedure. The man refrained from snorting at the
other man's delusions of grandeur. He turned back to the speeches and began to take precise notes upon his
legal pad.
After an hour or more of the current speaker, the director of the conference stood up behind the podium and
rested his hands upon it. His face was cheerful and his blonde hair precisely combed. "It is my pleasure
to announce the next guest speaker at the Twelfth Global Technology Conference. The Speaker hails from
a company that has impacted our daily lives with her inventions. From her mind we have more space and
even more freedom to move about as never before, wasted space can now be converted into more homes and
businesses for the world to prosper, ladies and gentlemen, from Capsule Corporation may I present Bulma
Briefs."
Bulma smiled as she stood up, the mysterious man sitting next to her also standing. They both approached
the platform and shook the director's hand before the man sat down and Bulma approached the podium.
"Good Day, ladies and gentlemen of all companies." Her voice was rich and lilting. "Less than a month ago
I was sitting in my laboratory stonewalled on the subject of crystal memory storage and communications." She
raised her hands slightly. "Yes, even I get stonewalled sometimes." There was a ripple of amused laughter from
the crowd. "However, the answer to my problem had been no more than two minutes walk away from me all along."
She paused and looked back at the mysterious man behind her who was smirking. She shook her head slightly
and turned back to the crowd. "In a move unprecedented before this, the man who held the answer to my problem
GAVE me rights to use the technology that Earth so desperately needs. I will not tarry any longer from
introducing the man to explain in theory how this technology works. Ladies and gentlemen, Prince Vegeta of
the Saiyan-jinn empire."
She stepped back from the podium and instead of shaking his hand gave him a slight kiss on the cheek, before
turning the floor over to him. Prince Vegeta stood behind the podium as a man who was not entirely used to
it but resigned to fate.
Behind him a screen decended from the ceiling and a picture of Vegeta-sei intact and in all her glory
revolved on the screen. Vegeta took a breathe. "In actuality I would like to point out to the esteemed
Ms. Briefs that I am in fact Vegeta the Fourty-Ninth." He shrugged slightly. "Crystal communication and
data storage was discovered in the reign of Vegeta the Third by a miner named Clementine." The audience
gave a weak laugh. "Clementine however did not know what she had found." A picture of a woman with short
dark hair and a brawny build smiled a the camera, in her hand she held up a rock studded with dots of shiny
color. "She had stumbled across perfectly round gems, that when scanned confirmed themselves to be pure
C-60. The gems were in a range of size from smaller than a pin head to larger than basketball." Vegeta's
voice was factual, as an image of two of the C-60 gems phased onto the screen, one was shown actual size
and blown up, the other, just actual size. "Clementine was certain that she had found the newest rage in
jewelers gems. Happily she amassed quite a large fortune from the mine and died at a grand age of three hundred
and twenty four. Perhaps one the oldest Saiyan-jinn ever to exist. The scientists immediately saw the
potential of such a gem and began rigorous testing to see what the gems could be used for besides
jewelery baubles. . ."
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ChiChi rose off the floor and glared at the door. "You love me Goku, but you always leave me. I am NOT first
in your life." She wrinkled her nose. "And I don't call superhero a JOB."
'Your jealous.' Her brain admonished her.
"NO. I AM NOT JEALOUS!" She screamed to thin air.
'Yes you are. Before Goku, you were Daddy's little girl and he was training you to become powerful. Then
Goku comes along and piff, the training dissappears as do your dreams.'
ChiChi's eyes widened, but her innerself wasn't done yet.
'So you marry him. You tell him you love him and marry him, hoping that in return that he will love you
and that he will TRAIN you, as your father wouldn't. He does. . . for a time. Then he becomes so much
stronger than you and no longer has time to train you or the inclination.'
"Even if this was true it means nothing." ChiChi glared at the ceiling.
'However, there is a way to get training, if you followed it he would HAVE to train you.'
"Perpousterous."
'Aren't you tired of being left out and behind? Listen to me and you would never be left out again, but
welcomed and included.'
Chi Chi closed her eyes. "Fine, I'll listen, but that doesn't mean anything."
'Oh, but it does. Think about it carefully, what did Bulma do?'
ChiChi's eyes opened in shock. "You can't be serious, she said it was an accident."
Her innerself snorted. 'And you believed her? Nothing that complex could be deemed anything near an
'accident.' She also said she documented it.'
"So you think that I should use this documentation to do the same change to myself." Chi Chi shook her
head, "I am smart, but I am not that smart."
'You do yourself a disservice.'
Chi Chi sighed. "I don't think so."
'There is no other way, unless you want to wait a year and be wished as a saiyan. Which would be rather
painfull, here our way there is NO pain.'
"Your crazy, no, I'm crazy." She shook her head. "I cannot be thinking this bullshit."
'Crazy or not, it is the truth. Can you think of any reason against it?'
"It is DANGEROUS!!!"
'All things in life our dangerous, in a way having sex with Goku is dangerous, fighting is dangerous, hell
even cooking is dangerous. Danger is nothing, let your fear go.'
"If I do this, there is no garuntee it will work."
'Yes, there is that, but if it doesn't work, no one will ever know.'
"I might die." She stated bluntly.
'Then they will ressurect you, Goku couldn't live on earth without his beloved ChiChi. Can you say the same about him?'
ChiChi blinked but nodded. "I have already done so."
'See my point exactly.'
"Then I guess I don't have much a choice."
'You always have a choice, you could say no.' Her mind admonished.
Chi Chi sighed. "I could, but I won't." A determination long gone lit up her black eyes. "I am going to do
this thing. If Bulma did so with little objection, then so will I."
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Vegeta trailed off, his last word hung in the air. "baubles." He started again, but sent an alarmed
look over at his mate. She nodded and quietly raised her own ki as she felt him doing, weaving defensive
sheilds around herself. "To their delight and astonishment, a science team dubbed 'Orange' for the color
of gems they were assigned to test on, found that the C-60 gems could store massive amounts of information
due to it's incredible structure. To their delight not only were they able to put data in, they were also
able process and transmit it back out. 'Orange' contacted other teams and had them apply the same tests they
had done upon the gems to gems of other colors. 'Blue' had the most success and also had the largest memory
storage of any color, able to process information at six times the speed of any other gem color, no matter
what the size." He paused for breathe, and was about to continue.
There came a knocking at the door, a pattern that Vegeta hadn't heard in decades and instinctively his
head snapped back and he barked an order. "Come."
The doors swung inward, pushed by muscled of two muscular men in armor. Waiting for the door to open in
the exact middle stood a woman. She had pale, short, white hair and instead of armor wore a white robe, which was cinched
at the waist with a belt the same color of her hair. Her eyes were the pale blue of steel and her skin was
a dark black, a sharp contrast with all the white.
Her eyes travelled the distance between her and Vegeta at the Podium. Vegeta stepped around it and came beside it,
Bulma stood up and traveled over to stand on his right, her gaze regally gaugeing the woman.
The woman smiled. "Prince Vegeta." Her gaurds came to flank her and she slowly strode towards the stage.
Vegeta frowned, but he nodded.
"You have the look about you, Prince." The Priestess said smoothly, but with no deference that was due to the
title.
Vegeta smirked a bit and Bulma repressed a grin, her eyes dancing with amusement, the woman did not know how
much Vegeta resembled his family line. Yet the lack of respect on the woman's part disturbed Bulma.
It disturbed Vegeta as well. His dark eyes were slightly troubled about this fact. Would the events of his
past be destined to keep repeating themselves? Hadn't he earned SOME respect, at least for enduring those
years with Frieza in an attempt to keep his people safe? Not that it had worked. The old pain tore at him
with sharp and poisoned teeth.
Unconciously Bulma placed a hand on his shoulder, her body and mind reacting to his hurt and despair. :Vegeta,:
she whispered to him. :I respect you.:
Vegeta braced his innerself and turned a dazzling smile to his mate and patted her hand and turned back to
the woman, still curious.
"You have a name, I suppose?" He cocked his head to one side. "Priestess."
The Priestess blinked, then narrowed her eyes. "Tread carefully and with respect oh Prince."
Bulma growled low in the back of her throat. "Treat him with respect, Priestess and we shall treat you
with the same. It was a simple question, please answer it."
The Priestess turned to her. "You have no business here, Earthling. I suggest you stay out of this."
Bulma sneered openly and Vegeta took his turn to growl. "Watch your tongue Priestess, my mate is as much
of a Saiyan as I am, or do you forget who the mate of the first Legendary was?"
"The mate of the first Legendary being a White Class is a myth." The Priestess glared.
"Incorrect." Bulma glared at the woman. Her tail unwinding and twitching along the floor behind her. "I have
met her and we are so alike it is like looking in a mirror."
The Priestess sneered back at Bulma. "It is you who is incorrect."
Another Saiyan strode up the concourse and he hadn't taken his eyes from the Prince and the Prince's mate.
He glanced between them and noticed the bite marks upon their necks. He gulped, the Prince had bonded an
Exotic class female and the Priestess was too tied up in her pettiness that she didn't notice.
"My Prince." He began. The Priestess started.
"Lord Fresno, what are you doing off the ship?" She barked.
'Lord Fresno' bowed slightly to the priestess, "The people were wondering what was taking so long. It
should not take so long to make such a simple request Priestess." His face darkened. "But now I see
why, you may return to our vessel and I shall finish here."
"I am doing perfectly fine." The Priestess said stoutly.
"You doubt the offspring of your own sister in the faith." Lord Fresno spoke in even tones. "You do not give the Prince
respect, nor his bonded mate. Return to the ship at once."
The Priestess glared at him for a few more minutes before courtseying and sweeping out, taking her gaurds
with her.
Lord Fresno sighed as he watched her go. He turned to Prince Vegeta and gave him a warrior's salute, which
Vegeta returned in wonder. Lord Fresno turned slightly to Bulma and bowed to her. Bulma smiled slightly and
bowed back, a business suit was not something one could courtsey in.
"I give my utmost apologies for Priestess Laundra's actions. She is, I am afraid getting senile, but she
is the last priestess of the faith we have."
Prince Vegeta nodded slightly. "Apology accepted. Perhaps she has too much power and so can get away with many
things that otherwise she could not get away with."
Lord Fresno looked thoughtful for a moment but brightened as he saw the picture displayed upon the screen. "So
that is what you needed all those crystals for. We had wondered, but were unable to supply an answer. You are
gifting another race." He appeared happy about such a thing. "It has been many years since the Empire has done
such a thing."
Bulma smiled slightly. "If your people are impatient, we should not be distracted by trivial things."
"You are blunt, my Princess." Vegeta patted her hand.
Bulma's eyes sparkled. "You should know that by now Vegeta, better than anyone else."
Lord Fresno smiled. "It is a simple matter truly. Prince Vegeta, those Saiyans that are left in the galaxy
humbly ask you for asylum on this planet that is called Earth."
Uproar amoung the crowd, who had sat in shock through most of this, rang to the rafters of the building.
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Nothing was moving outside the ship. The Z-fighters watched anxiously, a woman had come back, complaining
under her breathe about young fools and had completely ignored the fighters that surrounded the ship.
However she was their first clue that the people they were dealing with were Saiyans.
The Z-fighters gathered together to confer.
"I say kill them all." Yamcha yelled quietly. If such a thing was possible. "We can't let anymore saiyans
loose upon the earth."
"Some of them are children." Gohan objected, he looked excited, the way his tail was whipping about. "Some
are no older than I am Yamcha, would you kill them as well."
"They grow up to be the same." Yamcha said disgustedly.
Goku looked over at him. "I am a Saiyan, does this not bother you?"
"Your different Goku." Yamcha passed it off lightly.
"How?" Gohan spoke up. "How is my dad any different? We kill the same way they do, we destroy with the
same techniques."
"But for a different reason." Yamcha blustered.
Krillin was staring idly at the ship. "We are being watched you know."
Picollo was silent, he and Kami were raging in an internal struggle. Nail could really care less.
Tien sighed. "I hate to admit this but I have to side with Yamcha."
"Since when was this a democracy?" Goku spurted out. "We will not kill them, they are here for a reason
and I don't believe it is to destroy us."
Gohan was being persistant. "The ends does not justify the means. The trouble is we never felt like we had
a choice, these people had to be stopped. What would have happened if we had greeted Vegeta and Nappa with open
arms rather than angry ki fire."
"But what about Radditz?" Yamcha said with glee.
"Misguided." Gohan defended. "He wanted my daddy, and was only using me. He never hurt me."
"WE ARE BEING WATCHED." Krillin ground out.
Yamcha defiantly gave the ship the finger.
Picollo reached over and knocked his hand down. "Don't be a fool. I agree with Goku and Gohan. We shall
keep watch for now." With that Picollo split in half and took aerial gaurd positions over the ship.
Krillin sighed and turned towards the other. "Kami and Picollo have spoken. Who wants to go against them?"
Tien and Yamcha glared at the short monk, who glared back because he knew that he was more powerful than the
both of them.
Goku looked at his son. "You help Picollo watch the ship."
"Right Dad." Gohan took to the air and found a third gaurd position where he mimiced Picollo's stance
completely. Goku grinned in fondness. He turned to the others.
"Not all of them are here. There is one at the Conference Center, with Vegeta and Bulma."
Krillin nodded. "So it is up to us find out what is going on."
"No, it is up to me. I want you to stay here and keep Yamcha in line." Goku winked at Krillin.
Krillin gave a slow grin. "Right."
Goku blasted off towards the three ki's at the conference center and Krillin turned a hard gaze towards
the other two fighters. "So, anyone up for a game of poker?" He then wiggled his eyebrows and took a pack
of cards out from the folds of his gi. "Anyone at all?"
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ChiChi peered at Bulma's lab with a set of binoculars. She sighed, was there a way she could get inside
and look through the files without being interrupted or detected for a number of hours. Scanning the surrounding
scenery she noted with relief that all buildings on Bulma's side of the compound were dark, but there was still
a risk from the other occupants.
'There is always risk, love is a risk.'
'Be quiet.' She hissed to herself mentally and eased out of the bushes. Her body was in prime physical shape, even
after all these years and she made it to the doorway with no noise, avoiding cameras was the easy part. She
only had so much time before they swung around again before she would have to duck away.
Unscrewing the door panel, she stared at the wires and carefully traced where they went, looking for a motor
or anything she could recognize within sight. With a sigh she pulled out a flashlight and a pair of wire cutters,
even though it was early in day and the light was with her.
As quick as she could without making mistakes she cut two of the wires and twisted them together, with a satisfying
hiss the lab door opened with little fuss. Replacing the board so that cosmetically at least all would appear
the same she headed inside and closed the door behind her with few seconds to spare.
Thankfully Bulma liked windows but they were tinted so that no one could see in and she could see out. Chi Chi's
flashlight beam roamed the interior of the lab. Filing cabinents seemed to be the best bet in her estimation.
Clicking off the beam and returning it to her belt she strode confidently towards the cabinents. Bulma had once
told her that she didn't put any cameras in her lab because she liked her privacy and didn't know if she could deal
with 'eyes' upon her all the time. Chi Chi silently thanked her friend for making her job that much easier.
"She won't thank you however, if you do this to yourself." She muttered. Inwardly her mind screamed. 'It is
my choice and my decision, she did it and now I can too.'
Chi Chi shook herself and opened the top of the large filing cabinent. "What would she put it under?"
She began to read files. "Admantium, Aerostreams. . . . Deoxynucleaic acid, Depopulation, . . . wait a moment.
Deoxynucleaic acid, DNA!" With unsteady fingers Chi Chi pulled the rather thick file. She closed the drawer
and found Bulma's desk, she propped up her feet and opened the manila folder with great care so nothing would
fall out.
"As organized as ever." She muttered, "Explanations, studies, modifications,. . ." Her eyes lit up. "This
seems a bit too easy, Bulma dear."
She flipped to part labeled personal observations. "What was going on in your mind when you decided to do
this Bulma, what were you thinking?"
'It started as an experiment, comparing the DNA of a human male and the DNA of a saiyan male. However my thoughts
lately have taken a surprising turn. I have begun to wonder if it would be possible to modify either the saiyan
DNA to human DNA and vice versa.
Bad news, according to my calculations, there would be no way to change Saiyan DNA to Human, however the same
calculations project that I could change Human to Saiyan with an acceptable degree of risk. I have deduced
a reason for this. It seems that the human body can only handle so much ki and is apt to destroy itself
if there is too much ki running through it. Saiyan physiology with it's large appetite and tendency towards
large muscle mass seems to make up for this lack, there is also the disturbing fact about their tales. I have
heard that the Saiyan believes that his power resides in his tail. There may be some basis is actual fact in
this old wives tale, no pun intended. However there is no way to prove my theory about change without a
willing test subject.
Personally, I am flummoxed lately. Perhaps I am spending too much time with Vegeta, he is enough to flummox
anybody. It is disturbing, now that the earth is no longer in danger, I do not here from my friends anymore.
I had the preconception that we should be together more because of peace. I have noticed that the others hang
out together often, even just to spar, but I am nearly never included. I haven't brought this up to Vegeta
or Yamcha, Vegeta could care less and Yamcha wouldn't understand. I actually feel quite used and unneeded.
This is rather insulting and I know if I knew how to fight they would talk to me more. I am always interested
in hearing them talk about their sparring but damned if I know I can't join them, and that turns them off from
talking about it. If you don't belong to the family you don't get to play with the kiddies. I understand it
but don't have to like it. So in the good spirit of this project I am going to test my theory about DNA,
upon myself.'
Chi Chi paused for a moment, looking up from the pages. There was no dates, but a more of a feeling of
passing time. She hadn't decided this all at once. Chi Chi frowned. "She felt something like I do, but even
more so, because I WAS once part of the group."
'Eureka, I did it. The DNA modification is complete and to make sure I didn't do it wrong I applied the
formula to the DNA of Krillin and to the DNA of Chi Chi, the same modifications appeard within their
DNA as did in mine. It is a success. Now only to get Vegeta out of the lab, this should take perhaps
six to eight hours and it is necessary to be rid of him. Are all Saiyans as dedicated as he is?'
The journal ended there, there was no indication of success or failure. But one didn't have to record
results when you could see them right in front of you. ChiChi grinned. "If I am correct, she has already
done the work for me. Hmm...."
She shuffled papers about until she found one labeled. 'DNA MODIFICATION: SUBJECT- CHI CHI SON'
Another shuffling of papers found the procedure for begining modification. "Well, well well, what
do we have here?" Chi Chi smiled, and her eyelids hooding her large black eyes.
She placed the open folder on the desk and pushed away from it. Time to get to work.
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The saiyan's clapped their hands over there ears. Everyone was yelling at once and their delicate hearing
couldn't take it.
Bulma winced as she took one hand off her ears and created a ki ball in the palm of her hand. It's orange
glow caused Fresno's black/green eyes to widened. She threw it up above the crowd and exploded it with
a large BOOM.
The effect was like a gunshot had gone off. The scientists and business men immediately quieted.
"RETURN to YOUR SEATS!" Bulma shouted. Her tail twitching behind her. She turned to the Saiyan and
bowed slightly. "I am afraid that Vegeta and I are not the ones to ask about that." She held up
a hand. "However, there is more than enough room for. . ."
"Three thousand." Fresno said heavily. "We are the first ship to arrive, milady."
Bulma nodded, and felt rather than saw Vegeta's pained look.
"Three thousand." He whispered, he looked about to cry.
Bulma wrapped her arms around her mate. Fresno closed his eyes in anguish, the prince was just beginning
to feel what he felt everyday. "I'm sorry milord."
Vegeta looked at Fresno. "It is not your fault that only," his breathe caught and he couldn't repeat
the number again. "It is the fault of Frieza and he has been duly punished."
Fresno nodded. "Milord, that is just a rough number of those WE could find. There still may be more."
"Still, out of a society of trillions." Vegeta breathed.
Fresno scowled mournfully but nodded. "I understand milord."
"You can start again, Vegeta." Bulma whispered. "Three thousand is enough, there were less in the beginning
and Vegeta," her eyes began to sparkle. "Do remember that saiyans are compatible with humans." Her lips twitched
in a smile, "and those unions are strong unions."
Vegeta smirked, "True. But not everyone will want a 'weak' mate, no matter what the children are like."
Fresno sighed. "Milord, if I may interrupt. Who is it that we must see to gain assylum?"
Bulma looked thoughtful and Vegeta watched her. She shrugged.
Another ki entered the room, a familiar one. "Kakarrotto?" Vegeta cried.
Goku grinned. "Hiya, Vegeta, Bulma. I think I have the answer to your question, Lord Fresno." He
said in the direction of the ambassador, was the only way he could term the man in his mind.
Bulma raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Well, you seemed in an awful hurry to not tell us."
"Dende, who else?" Goku grinned and shrugged his shoulders.
Bulma slapped her forehead. "I am dense."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. :Yes, you are dense, but not in the way you mean. If you weren't dense, you wouldn't
be physical.:
:And you call yourself a generalist, Vegeta.: She glared at him.
Goku looked back in forth between them. "Guys, you can sort that out later."
"Who made you leader?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"Enough, the both of you. Goku, would you kindly escort Lord Fresno to Dende, Vegeta and I have
a conference to finish, and Vegeta in particular has a speech to finish." Bulma waved her
hands in their direction in a shooing motion.
Lord Fresno hid a grin and bowed to the both of them. Goku didn't hide his grin. "Okay, I take
the hint. See you two later, Prince and Princess." He rolled his eyes and turned to Fresno. "If
you'll follow me."
"Hey, you are the one in charge." Fresno grinned.
Vegeta snorted. "Get going, Kakarrotto, Lord Fresno."
Goku gave them a jaunty wave and took to the air, the ambassador right behind him.
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Gohan grinned down towards where the other three Z-fighters were playing poker. His head snapped
up and he watched as two ki trails headed away from the city and towards a tower known to few.
"There they go." He pointed out to Picollo.
"Dende will be pleased to have visitors." Picollo muttered.
"Dende is always happy to have visitors." Gohan defended. "He is only so old Master Picollo."
Picollo grunted. "That was some speech you gave, Gohan."
Gohan flushed slightly. "I have had some time to think about it."
"Sometimes we old warriors need to be reminded that there are other ways of handling problems."
"However there are some problems that you still need violence, you can't cure gangrene, you cut it out before
it kills the rest of you." Gohan pointed out.
"Like Frieza, young wise one." Picollo said amused.
Gohan nodded. "And those like him."
"And you tell the good from the bad?" Picollo raised a brow ridge in question. His attenna twitching.
Gohan sighed. "The most I know would be a spirit bomb, but that is considered an attack." He looked over
at Picollo. "There must be some way."
"You will figure it oneday Gohan, I am certain."
"If I don't, them someone else will." He nodded down at the game. "Who's winning?"
"Krillin." Picollo answered without thought. He seemed far away.
Gohan went quiet. "Master Picollo, do you think that I could make some friends with these saiyans?"
Picollo sent his student a surpised look. "I don't see why not."
"It is just, that mommy doesn't let me have any friends and it gets lonely out in the forest all by myself.
Hiya dragon doesn't help all the time." Gohan looked over at Picollo seriously. "He just reminds me that I
don't have any friends that talk back, or at least friends around my AGE that do so." Gohan sighed. "Hiya
dragon is like a puppy dog." He fell silent.
Picollo waited to see if he would say more and inwardly Kami cursed at him. 'I didn't know things were THAT bad
in the Son home.'
Mentally Nail sneered. 'You mean you never noticed it. I barely know them and I noticed.'
'Silence the both of you, it is the past and we can't change it.' Picollo said coldly. 'However,
even Goku had friends to help him, why shouldn't little Gohan be any different.'
'Steal him again if you must, and steal other children with him for training.' Kami urged.
'The parents?' Nail said incredously. 'You are daft old one.'
Picollo narrowed his eyes. 'Not if I hired out my services for wilderness training.'
'Gohan has HAD wilderness training.' Nail pointed out. 'Here and on Namek.'
'Do you have a better idea?' Kami cried exasperated.
'No, but in time I am sure I can think of one.' Nail said arrogantly.
Picollo mentally rolled his eyes at the both of them. 'Go do it someplace else and not at the
forefront of my mind.'
The two other presences within him faded away still argueing and Picollo walled them out. He looked
over again at Gohan, who was meditating now on something else. He shook his head slightly. 'I am
becoming soft.'
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Chi Chi grinned in exaltation. The testube in its holder was an eerie purple color, nothing like the normal blue
of a DNA solution. But she wasn't worried, Bulma's notes had made a point of this fact. The modified DNA
formula wouldn't be the same as a normal one. Her formula had been orange in color, Krillin's green and
Chi Chi's a purple. Which only made Chi Chi think that she had done it correctly.
She sighed and turned to the next batch of notes, she had to modify the machine to actually make the
modifications so it wouldn't reject her when she stepped into the tank.
She opened the door of the med lab and nodded, the tank hummed under its own power. 'I can not have
the tank failing halfway through a change or healing, that would be disaster.' Bulma had said when someone
had asked her about the independent generator.
Chi Chi looked at the diagrams and instructions in front of her. 'STEP ONE: Turn OFF the generator, dummy.'
Chi laughed, typical of Bulma. However electrocution didn't agree with Chi Chi and she did what Bulma said,
but going over and flipping OFF the generator.
'STEP TWO: Open the right hindmost panel of the regeneration tank.'
Chi Chi found a wrench and got back to work.
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Goku landed on top of Dende's tower and looked around for the young Namek.
Dende was nowhere to be seen, so he must be either in the castle or hidden somewhere in the gardens.
"Who is this Dende?"
"He is the gaurdian of our planet." Goku turned to Fresno. "Do not be fooled by appearances, ambassador."
Goku headed towards the castle, but a man-like being stopped him before he could enter.
"Mr. Popo!" Goku greeted the odd looking man.
Mr. Popo bowed to Goku. "Friend Goku I am afraid that only the Lord Fresno may go beyond this point."
Goku sighed. "Very well. Good luck Lord Fresno."
Mr. Popo waved Lord Fresno through the doors of the castle leaving Goku outside to wait.
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Fresno looked sideways at the black turban and pantaloon clad man. "What is.. . ."
"No questions, young Lord Fresno." Mr. Popo said sharply. He pointed ahead. "Your destination lies
through those two doors, I am afraid that only you can go there. I cannot help you."
Fresno frowned, but headed towards the doors. He would not be afraid.
He opened the doors with minimal effort and crossed the room. He felt that this castle was very odd, by
all rights the entire structure should not exist, much less be so big.
He approached a figure that seemed incrugously small, no more than a child. It had it's back facing towards
him and so he could not see the face, but noticed he wore a tunic with an over vest, his neck was wrapped in
what seemed to be an overlarge turtleneck collar.
"You wonder about a many a thing, Lord Fresno and at the moment you wonder about me and my house and
what you are doing here." It said in a voice to match the size of the figure, childlike.
The figure turned around and looked up at him. Lord Fresno felt a jolt of anger, they had sent him
to a Namekian CHILD!!!
Dende cocked his head. "You are angry." He nodded, "good. But the main question is, will you ACT upon
your anger?"
Lord Fresno's eyes widened. The little brat was CHALLENGING him. A challenge of control, but a challenge
none the less.
Dende laughed. "Good, good. I like you Fresno." He cocked his head. "You have a question for me, and
I have a question for you. So it is with all things."
Lord Fresno blinked and bit his lip, he had a mission to perform.
The child, no Dende smiled for no apparent reason, looking at him guilessly.
"Dende, I am here to ask for asylum on this planet for the race of saiyans." Fresno said as slowly
as he could.
Dende laughed. "I am a child, Lord Fresno, but not stupid or slow." He took two steps back from Lord Fresno
and steepled his fingers. He stared at Fresno solemnly. "Before I answer your request, I must ask you a
question Lord Fresno." His attenai twitched. "If you, Lord Fresno could make any wish and be garunteed that
the wish would come true, what would you wish?"
Fresno stared at Dende, this had the feeling of a test. But was there even a correct answer?
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If Chi Chi had been asked the same question at that moment, her answer wouldn't have been so long in
coming. "Make me a saiyan, please," with the please tucked on as an afterthought.
As it was, she didn't need to use a wish, because the tank was ready and hopefully so was she. Thankful
slightly that no one was around, Chi Chi stripped of the clothes she was wearing. With a small feeling
of misgiving and claustrophobia she stepped inside the tank, affixed the nodes and watched as the door
closed, locking her inside. There was no turning back. An anesthetic in the air sent her to sleep as
the fluid began to cover her face and she dozed inside the purple gel, held in by a tank made by
Bulma Briefs.
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Vegeta stepped away from the podium as the screen behind him ascended back to its resting place and Bulma
came to take her place beside him.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to announce that the slide show behind you was projected using
Capsule Corp technology, however it was run by a C-60 gem, known to the rest of the galaxy as a
Coruscarad."
A murmuring rippled through the crowd as companies scrambled to write down the pertinant information.
"Furthermore, Capsule Corporation, who is fronting for Prince Vegeta would open the floor for bids
on marketing and application of the technology entrusted to us by the Saiyan-jinn empire."
"Bids will not be made at this time." Vegeta spoke into the mike. "They may be made after the conference
is successfully completed and sent to your local Capsule Corp division office, which will foward them
to us."
:Thank You Vegeta.: Bulma sent him sarcastically, but outside she was smiling.
:I think that you wanted a bit or r&r on this trip correct.:
:Bastard.:
Vegeta smirked.
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Fresno felt trapped. Nothing was coming to mind. He looked up at the ceiling. "Nothing, Master
Dende, I would wish for nothing."
Dende broke into a big smile. "Thank You Lord Fresno, you have proven my judgement of your character
correct. You may stay on our planet. I believe that Princess Bulma will be able to help you with
accommadations and land. MR. POPO!"
The door opened and smiled at the happy young child and the relieved looking ambassador. "Well done,
Lord Fresno. Come now, Goku is waiting to escort you back."
Dende smiled. "Do come and visit again, but next time I'll be sure to be outside."
Lord Fresno laughed slightly. "I may just do that, young master Dende."
Dende raised an eyebrow. "In title, to appease you etiquette, it is actually Gaurdian Dende. Say
hello to Gohan for me." He waved at the retreating figures, giving them enough time to bounce out
after them and not be seen. Dende was a child after all and there was only SOOO much time he would
set aside to be serious.
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Goku and Lord Fresno settled next to the large oviod ship. Fresno saw Vegeta and Bulma waiting outside,
looking the ship over, and an older Namek and young saiyan child were floating over the ship, keeping
watch.
Goku waved them down. "Gohan, Picollo, Dende has. . ."
"We know." Gohan grinned. "Dende contacted Master Picollo and well he told me and I. . ."
"Told Vegeta and I." Bulma said as she approached Goku and Fresno. "Nameks make for efficient communication
systems. But not AS efficient as a phone." She mock glared at the large Namek, then grinned to take out the
sting of her words.
Fresno shifted uncomfortably at the informalness of the Princess. Prince Vegeta was making faces at the windows,
in which all the children had gathered and were giggling at the Saiyan Prince. Bulma without really looking
sent a small ki blast which made him jump and yelp slightly, glaring over at his mate. The children were falling
down in laughter at the plight of the Saiyan Prince, a few of the adults who could see were laughing as well.
Vegeta growled at his mate and blurred out of sight, tackling her to the ground.
Bulma giggled up at him. "That was for the little stunt back in the conference."
His eyes lit up with an inner fire. "Oh, really. Hmm. . . I must think of suitable revenge."
Bulma's eyes widened and she stared at Vegeta. "I don't like that look. Oh shit." She managed somehow
to get out of Vegeta's grip and dashed off, only to find that everyway she turned Vegeta was in front of her.
The Z-fighters were even laughing at her plight. Bulma glared at them when she had time. She was cursing Vegeta
inwardly, which was only making him more determined to catch her.
Lord Fresno shook his head at their antics and mentally reminded himself they were bonded. He strode up
the open gangplank. "It is all clear. We have been given permission to stay!"
The children were the first to pour out, followed by anxious mothers and fathers. The single saiyans were the last,
Fresno stayed inside and grabbed the Priestess on her way past. "Priestess, we must talk."
She was young, once you disregarded the white hair, her skin was smooth and without wrinkles. She glared at the
Lord Fresno, rebellion etched in her very stance. "Lord Fresno."
"Priestess, you must not antagonize Vegeta and Princess Bulma so. It is only through luck that we are able to
stay here at all. I had to ask the GAURDIAN of the planet if we could stay."
The Priestess' eyes widened. "This planet rates a Gaurdian."
Lord Fresno nodded solemnly. "A young Namek, his counterpart is outside watching. The others do not treat them
with the respect they completely deserve, so I have a feeling that they do not know COMPLETELY what a Gaurdian
does."
"I must agree." The Priestess nodded. "I will try."
"Priestess, this planet has a way of humiliating you." Vegeta said with good nature from the doorway. "I
speak from personal experience." He grinned slightly. "However, I ask you to remember this Priestess,
I am NOT my father." His voice turned hard. "He is dead, praise Dende and I who have grown up without
his influence am nothing like him."
"Frieza?" The Priestess challenged.
"I have learned better since." Vegeta said softly. "Death can do strange things to your mind." He gave
the woman a quiet look. "Do not judge my mate and I before you truly get to know us. Bulma forgives your
attitude, and hopes for better."
"And you my lord?" She asked with a raise of an eyebrow.
"Am reserving my own judgement." He saluted the both of them. "Welcome to Earth." He then grinned.
"My mate and I must be going, I promised to teach her something and to get to the area I have chosen
before dark we must leave now. Picollo and Krillin have offered to escort your ship to a place where you
can set her down in safety to sleep."
Fresno stared at the Prince. He appeared a bit nervous but expectant at the same time.
"Thank You Prince Vegeta."
Vegeta smirked. It seemed a continous expression. "Don't thank me yet. Stay inside tonight please. There
are only so many ozuroo apes that I can deal with in one night."
"By the way, how often is the moon full here?"
"There is no moon, there once was. It might be wished back." Vegeta shrugged. "I doubt it. I am going
to use a fake moon. Good Night Lord Fresno."
"Good Night Prince Vegeta."
With a swish of a navy cape Vegeta exited the scene. Fresno and the Priestess looked uneasily at each other.
"Why would the prince have to teach the princess about going ozuroo?" Fresno voiced.
"And what is this about wishes?" The priestess murmured back.
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Even Picollo and Krillin were uneasy as they guided the ship towards a remote spot on Bulma's land. It was
one thing to think about how Vegeta would train Bulma and Goku and Gohan to go ozuroo, but in actuallity.
Krillin was scared to death. He knew Goku and Gohan had both gone ozuroo at least once, but Bulma never had
and no one was sure of what was going to happen. The spaceship settled down with a thump and Krillin glanced
over to Picollo, "How are they going to ensure that no one looks out and accidently see the fake moon?"
Fresno waved them down. There was another warrior with him. "This is Lucette, perhaps you two could help us.
We are going to place an opaque sheild over the ship." Fresno gestured at the bulky bundle that Lucette was
holding. Lucette smiled, she winked.
"Fresno is kind, it is really a large tarp but he doesn't want you to look down upon us."
Krillin blinked and chuckled. "A tarp will work just fine. We'll all take an edge and gently place
it over the ship, practical and economical."
"Monks always being economical." Picollo rumbled.
Krillin rolled his eyes and took the offered corner from Lucette. "And Nameks are always practical."
"Always." Picollo took the opposite end and they rose in the air, dragging the large tarp with them. It
billowed in the breeze of their own making. Krillin waited till the two Saiyans were at the same height
he was and then made sure the tarp was taut and centered over the ship before heading downwards.
Well, corner was a relative term. the tarp was in actuallity more like a large round parachute but would
serve the same purpose. He found a large rock to seal his section of the tarp down and waited until all four
had rocks upon theirs.
He dusted off his hands. "There, but how are you two going to get in."
Lucette and Fresno grinned. "We are going to join Vegeta. He might need some help training your saiyans
and we thought we could be of assitance." Lucette winked.
Krillin sighed. "That is good of you. Thank You, I was worried about tonight, but
if Vegeta has your help."
"We best hurry." Fresno gestured towards Lucette and took to the air. Lucette smiled again
at Krillin. "Your welcome, I'll see ya later."
The two saiyans took off into the clear evening sky.
Krillin sighed. "I hope they are able to help."
Picollo nodded. "I will keep watch here, you go back to Master Roshi's and get some sleep."
"Thanks, Picollo."
"Don't spend that money too quick now."
Krillin smirked and waved back at him as he left.
Picollo levitated into the air and took a classic lotus position and began to meditate.
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The regeneration tank fluid bubbled slightly, as it began to be replaced by air. Chi Chi's eyelids
fluttered and she began to stretch.
Once out of the tank she did a full body stretch and turned to look at it. "I need a shower."
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the shower unit and with a smile on her face decided
that if she was quick she could be done and out of here, place clean and returned to original state
in less than an hour.
Her tail swayed happily behind her as she hummed a merry little tune.
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Vegeta was about to make the fake moon and toss it into the air, his students were blind folded before
him. However he felt the ki's of Fresno and another female warrior racing towards his position and
he held off, curious.
They landed with looks of relief on their faces and laughed quietly at the blindfolded figures looking
in their direction as if they could really see them and not just sense their ki's.
"This is Lucette. She said she wanted to help."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Who said I needed help?"
"Blimey, your majesty!" Lucette burst out. "You can't control THREE ozuroo state saiyans ALL on your own."
Vegeta bit the inside of his lip, not wanting to admit that she was right.
"Vegeta." Bulma spoke up. "Listen to her. I've had some misgivings about this myself, I feel much much
better knowing at least TWO more experienced Saiyans are here."
"Plus, your majesty." Lucette continued. "I am specially trained to teach how to control the ozuroo
state. I am our cheif trainer, PLEASE let me help you."
Vegeta nodded reluctantly. "Very well."
"I know there is something you haven't thought about Your majesty. How will you get through their
hazey minds?"
Vegeta sighed. "I was going to get through to Bulma the old fashioned way, but I know Goku is the only
one Gohan will respond to. I was going to leave Goku till last."
"Gohan," Lucette turned to the younger demi-saiyan. "Do you have any close friends?"
Gohan shook his head, he held back tears with force. Lucette's dropped jaw was thankfully hidden
to everyone but Fresno and Vegeta. "A pet then?"
"The closest thing I have to a pet is Hiya Dragon." Gohan said. "And mommy doesn't like me playing with
Hiya Dragon."
Lucette grinned, a kid with a dragon for a pet, one that he saw without permission couldn't be too bad. "All
right, could you call Hiya Dragon here for us?"
Gohan nodded. "I just have to call out to him with my mind, we aren't too far away from his normal territory.
He shouldn't be long."
Lucette's eyes widened. A pet that the kid could call with his MIND!! He must be a strong telepath then, and telepathy
was a rare gift, at least strong telepathy. "You Goku."
Goku shook his head. "No one I wouldn't trust not to kill."
"Not even your mate." Vegeta said thoughtfully.
Goku brightened for a moment then he seemed to droop. "No, we got into a fight today."
Vegeta looked at his rival and wondered what it had been about, but had some hunch that it was about
Goku fighting. "She most likely isn't the best choice. So we'll leave you for last then."
Hiya Dragon very literally bounced into the clearing, and pounced on the little saiyan, licking his face
and causing Gohan to giggle.
Lucette watched Hiya Dragon and Gohan play for a moment. "I'm glad Saiyan brats are tough." She muttered
to herself. "All right, that is enough Gohan, your dragon can let you up now." She turned to Vegeta.
"Whenever your ready, your majesty."
Vegeta formed a ball of white light in his hand, he threw it into the air where it hovered far above the earth,
looking for all the world like a moon. The humans who saw it stared in amazement, they had missed the lesser
light of the night.
Vegeta stared at it and with a roar began to transform into his ozuroo form. His face lengthened and dark hair
sprouted all over his body, his eyes turned solid red, he grew in height until he towered even far above
the trees. Once his form was complete he looked down at the puny figures below him.
Lucette bit her lip and kept from looking at the moon by sheer effort. "Describe what you did, Vegeta."
She shouted up, "and then I am going to unblindfold Bulma."
"I focused on a memory, in this case a happy memory, one about my mother," He smirked, "which seemed to
transform into a memory of my mate."
Bulma, down on the ground blushed as Fresno and Lucette roared in laughter. Lucette, one hand holding her
side whipped off Bulma's blindfold and in between gasps told her. "Look at the moon, your grace. And
think of anything but the fact you are changing."
For a beginner, Lucette observed. Bulma didn't do too bad, she was able to keep her sense of self until
about half way through the transformation, but once she transformed Vegeta moved in to get her under control.
Lucette nodded, it was obvious to her that the Prince and his mate were more than good for each other, they
were perfect.
"Their bonded." Fresno said quietly.
"That explains it. Gohan next."
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Chi Chi sighed and wiped the last of the oil off her hands. "There all done." She swept up
the papers and headed back to the other room head down. She sorted through papers and arranged the
folder as it had been when she found it. "Must be neat." She admonished. Her bun had long ago fallen
out and black spikes fell down till about mid back. She flicked a spear shaped lock out of the way for
a moment and heaved the cabinet open, care not to use too much force. That would be a disaster.
With deft movements she placed the folder back and shut the cabinet, eyes sweeping the lab to make sure
she had everything.
Chi Chi checked her timepeice, and noted that she still had ten seconds until she could leave and not
be detected.
Ten seconds go by slowly when you are impatient to leave.
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Hiya Dragon hovered in front of Gohan, keeping the now ozuroo boy calm. Lucette nodded to Fresno.
"Time for you to change, Fres."
Fresno rolled his eyes and half way through caught the moon. "Thanks a lot Luce," was the last
intelligent thing Fresno said as a man before he transformed.
Lucette grinned at the remaining untried saiyan. "Last chance, Kakarrotto to figure out someone
to help you." Vegeta had let his saiyan name slip and Lucette wasn't going to let him get away with being called
Goku anymore.
Goku shook his head. "As soon as Gohan breaks through, both him and Bulma can try to get me through it."
Lucette nodded and stared up at Gohan. "He has almost made it."
"How can you look at the moon and not transform?" Goku asked curiously.
Lucette smiled. "I am able to actually WILL myself not to transform. It is a difficult technique that not many
Saiyan take the time to master, because they prefer going ozuroo. I, personally don't always see the attraction."
"Oh. Thanks, you think you could teach me that technique sometime."
"We have a long time here to teach you, so I don't see why not. Oops, Gohan made it."
"I can hear him." Goku wrinkled his nose.
"You next." Lucette suited actions to words and whipped off his blindfold.
She set loose a demon.
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Chi Chi was flying home, she was almost near the mountain when she overpassed a clear lake. She was
staring down at it when she realized that something was wrong. Reflexively she looked over her shoulder
to confirm her suspicion.
Her black eyes fixed upon the moon. Chi Chi drifted to a stop as she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight.
She opened her mouth and roared towards the stars in challenge. Her new canines reflecting a pearly white.
Chi Chi began her transformation, as she did her mind paniced and hid itself deep inside the instincts of the
saiyan. As her body changed, her mind was driven farther away from the surface of her brain.
The clothes on her body were ripped to shreds and distentegrated under the strain.
Her wide muzzle opened in a roar that echoed through the valleys. Chi Chi glared around at the forest
that surrounded her, her nose scented other ozuroo saiyans near her. Somewhere in the back of her head
the fact that this was her home brought forth a territorialness from the female. She roared in
anger and with no reason left to tell her otherwise, she began to hunt those who DARED infringe
on her territory.
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End CHAPTER THREE
Oh, you had to have at least one cliffie, you know it is a DBZ speciality.
Out of idle curiousity does anyone know why Krillin never looks like he has a nose? (sorry, I have looking
through the pics I have and it just annoys me, even yamcha and tien have noses.) I know he has one, but he just
doesn't look like he does. (Yes I have seen profile views, but still)
Later ;P
