Author's Note – Muwahaha! Here's Chapter 2! Sorry it took so long, lol, I promised myself only to write on this fic when I know I'll be able to do my best work, and I've had writer's block for a while… But here it finally is! And I'll try to keep getting more chaps out as soon as I can! And once again, for anyone who's seen the Bardock Special, my fic does not follow the history of the Saiyans according to that movie at all, you'll see what I mean. So anyway, here's the next chap! Enjoy! And if you do, please review!

Chapter 2 – Interesting News

          It haunts me… Drives me mad. How could it be done? All those lives, tossed to the wayside. It must not go unpunished… We can fight back, if we work together. That was the reason for it. We were too strong. Vegeta had left the planet on some assignment, probably just shortly before he reached Earth. He must have been about 29 at that time, and I was 20. How lucky I was to have also been off planet. But my family, my friends, all gone. Just like that. I couldn't believe it when I found out… How something like that could take place. But now, we can avenge our people…

          Zett looked up suddenly from her deep state of troubled thoughts, nodding seriously. She stood, turning to face him with a solemn expression on her face, her fists clenched slightly. "I need your help Vegeta. Something happened, surely you must have felt it in some way, it was not the kind of thing that could go unnoticed. It-it's about our home planet." Vegeta raised an eyebrow as she said this, slinging his towel haphazardly over one shoulder.

          "You mean how it no longer exists?" He asked calmly, her eyes widening as he expressed his knowledge of the situation. She nodded quickly, her eyebrows knitting together slightly. "Y-you know." She stated sadly, looking down towards her feet. She stared momentarily at the ground, then jerked her head back up quite suddenly, a look of anger and frustration in her eyes. "Well that's why I need your help! You, and Napa and Radditz too if they can. We're strong enough now… together, we can retaliate against Freiza and destroy him for what he did! We can take revenge for the deaths of our planet, our race! Please! Say you'll help me!"

          Vegeta stood unmoving for a few minutes before breaking down into a fit of cynical laughter. Zett frowned in bemusement, unable to conceive how such a topic could be found the least bit humorous. "You think this is funny?!?" She demanded angrily, disbelief written across her face. Vegeta calmed himself, shaking his head as he replied. "Where have you been Onna? Freiza's dead!!" Zett rushed up to Vegeta, gripping his wrists tightly as she spoke. "How? When? Was it, was it you!?"

          Vegeta shook his head and got a far off look on his face. "No it wasn't. It was that fool Kackarot! And also, my son." Zett put a hand to her head, feeling more than a little dizzy. She sat down with a thud on the padded floor and crossed her legs, slowly thinking things through. "Alright, and who is Kackarot? I've never heard of him, but that sure sounds like a Saiyan name." She contemplated, looking up at Vegeta. He nodded, and Zett noticed his hands tightening into fists. "Yes, Kackarot is a Saiyan. He's a low level solider, yet…extremely powerful. He almost destroyed Freiza, but my son finished the job." Zett knitted her brow and let herself lean back on her hands. Vegeta found himself turning somewhat red at the momentary struggle he had gone through to not look at her cleavage.

          "Wow, well, I guess that's great! Your son must be very powerful. Just like his father huh?" She added with a lopsided smirk. Vegeta simply rolled his eyes. "I, I'm really not sure what to say… I guess my mission's already been completed! So, maybe, if it's okay with you, I'll just hang out with you guys for a while. Hey, are Napa and Radditz living here too?" Vegeta shook his head emotionlessly and sat down beside her, resting against the gravity machine. "No, they're dead too." Zett's eyes widened. "Did they die fighting Freiza?" Vegeta coughed, almost choking on his impending laughter. "Hell no! Those two bakas were so weak they never would have stood a chance against Freiza! No, Radditz was killed by a Namek and Napa was killed by, myself."

          "You, killed Napa? May I ask why?" Zett frowned with an eyebrow raised. Vegeta shrugged his shoulders. "Because he was a weak excuse for a fighter!" Zett let out a small breath. "Well that's nice. I guess I forgot about what a ruthless bastard you were." Vegeta chuckled softly. "Well I am Saiyan you know. Just because you didn't fit the 'asshole' image that the majority of our people did." Zett grinned and shook her head. "No, just the 'bad ass' one." "Either way," Vegeta explained, "I guess being on this planet has made me kind of soft. But you might as well stay if you want. There's a tournament coming up, and it would be interesting to see how long it would take me to beat you."

          Zett couldn't help but laugh. "Man Veg, in a way, you haven't changed at all, but in another you really have." Vegeta nodded. "And what about you?" Zett looked down at her boots. "I don't know. Guess we'll have to find out." Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows and studied her for a moment. She's grown even more incredibly beautiful then the last time I saw her… "So do you mind?" "Huh?" Vegeta shook himself out of his daze and noticed the puzzled expression on her face. "You said about how I might as well stay, does that mean you're inviting me?" Vegeta got up and dusted his pants off, looking off towards the door. "Hmph. I suppose so. If you want. Bulma will get you a room. But if you'll excuse me, I was in the middle of training." Zett jumped to her feet and smirked, picking up the towel Vegeta had dropped beside him and throwing it at his face. "Alright, I'll let you get back to that then. Oh, and thanks." She tossed her hair behind her with a hand and walked to the door.

          "Oh, and it's nice seeing you again Vegeta." Vegeta grunted and turned back to the gravity machine, waiting until he heard the door shut heavily on it's metal hinges and was sure she was out of the room. He let out a deep breath and shook his head, setting the gravity reading and throwing his towel to the side. He got down on his knees and resumed doing some one-handed push-ups. "What next…"

          "Thanks again Bulma, it's really nice of you guys to let me stay." Zett smiled, sitting down on the comfortable bed in one of the spare rooms. Bulma nodded, smiling back and placing some things into the dresser. "No problem! It's always nice to have another female around to talk to." She walked quietly to the door, turning back before she left. "Well, hope you find the room comfortable! Goodnight!"

          "Goodnight!" Zett replied cheerfully as she exited the room. She let out a heavy sigh and let herself fall back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Now with all the news she had just learnt about, she really wasn't sure what she was going to do. She put her arms behind her head and turned to look out the window. Well, guess for now I'll just hang around and compete in the tournament. That will probably be some fun. She kicked off her boots and pulled off her gloves, pushing her head back into the pillow and drifting quickly off to sleep.

          "I've heard rumors… Rumors that you know a way to get out of here. And I suggest you tell me, unless you'd prefer being destroyed!" Cell demanded, griping the man tightly by the collar. The fighter looked surprisingly like Goku, except he had some bizarre abilities, and apparently a way to escape from the HFIL. The man put his hands out in front of him, nodding nervously. "Yes I do! But I'm afraid it comes at a bit of a cost."

          Cell raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" He inquired as the man started to quickly explain. "Well, you see, there are dragon balls here in the other world realm too! But, if you're looking to wish yourself back to the North Quadrant, or any of the four for that matter, it comes with some side effects." Cell put the man slowly down and nodded. "Alright, and what would those be?" The man frowned and sighed regretfully. "Well, during the process, you get separated from your Ki abilities."

          Cell crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. "Well that's just fantastic!" He muttered sarcastically. "But don't worry!" The man continued hastily, "There is a way to get your powers back!" Cell smirked, his interest rising again. "Tell me." The man nodded. "Well, the dragon will lock your Ki in a small crystal like stone. If you can find it and break it open, your powers will return to you!" Cell glared at the man, still a little cautious about the whole idea. "And you know this how?" He demanded to know.

          "Well, I've tried it before. However, I was killed for the second time in a battle shortly after…" He looked down; upset by memories of whatever tragic combats he had been involved in. "The dragon balls are rather easy to find, they're all near the south corner. I hid them in a small abandoned pod." Cell grinned, turning to leave. But before he did, he turned back and nodded. "Thank you for co-operating. I guess I'll spare your life for now. But be warned, if this doesn't work, you had better find somewhere to hide, because I may just decide to get angry."

          With that he took off into the air, heading towards the location of the dragon balls. If this worked, then maybe he would finally get his revenge on those Z Fighter fools for what they had done!

          Zett tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall back asleep. She had woken up quite some time ago, and seemed to be now stuck awake. She got up and walked to the window, leaning on the sill and looking out. The stars were bright in the sky, and everything was so quite and still. She sat back down on the bed, and sighed thoughtfully. She had this feeling, she wasn't sure what about yet, but it was some kind of premonition… Something was going to happen.

          Maybe just the tournament… She thought to herself as she lay back down. Maybe I'm just worried I won't be ready. I should start training again. She decided, pulling the covers up around her and trying again to sleep.

          "It's about time!" Bulma declared as she was awoken by the sound of Vegeta walking into the room and closing the door. He walked past her and started changing out of his training Gi. "Look Onna, I told you I would probably be training late. Why do you sound so surprised?" Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Well I didn't think you'd be THIS late." She explained, shaking her head as he crawled into bed beside her.  "Well, I am this late, alright?" He snapped back, rolling over so that his back was facing her.

          "So, are you going to tell me exactly who Zett is? And how you two know each other?" Bulma asked after a few moments of silence from Vegeta. He turned back to look at her and frowned. "Can we not talk about this tomorrow??" He demanded angrily as she waited for an answer, "I want to sleep!" Bulma let out a tired breath and shrugged.

          "Fine I guess, I was just curious. It's not every day another Saiyan appears at our door looking for you, you know." Vegeta nodded, putting his hands behind his head. "Yes, I know. And I'll explain things in the morning." Bulma let out a defeated sigh, turning onto her side as well. "Alright, fair enough." She replied, reaching out and turning off a small lamp near her bed. "We'll talk about it tomorrow then."

          Vegeta nodded, and let out a tired breath as he made himself comfortable. Things would definitely be interesting now with Zett around. Memories of his short time on the Saiyan planet began to return to him, as he thought about how he and Zett had met. She had been the daughter of a very powerful upper class Saiyan, and like Vegeta, had shown great potential as a fighter ever since a very young age. Vegeta's father, King Vegeta, had talked with her parents who had decided that the two would might make a good match when they got older, at least in fighting skills. But personality wise, that was quite a different story.

Zett wasn't like most Saiyans. She had always been more like, well, Kackarot was, in a way, not as ruthless and cruel as most Saiyans, including Vegeta. He was very interested to see how she would fight in the tournament. But that wasn't for, what, a month now? He'd just have to wait till then. Vegeta frowned, shifting his weight, and furrowing his eyebrows as Bulma, obviously asleep, began to snore beside him rather loudly. He shook his head and rolled over, and before he knew it, was also fast asleep.