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*Blah Blah Blah* I don't own DBZ *Blah Blah* Please review this story before I have a nervous breakdown *Blah* So …yah read on!

When Bulma and the others landed at capsule corps, the storm was still upon them, and she led them into a large medical lab and instructed Pan and Trunks to place their passengers on two of her many operating tables. The other onlookers stood in various places in the lab and waited for a course of action. Gohan was the first to speak. "Hey Bulma, I would love to stay and help, but I can't imagine Videl being too happy about the way I stormed out of the house."

"Me neither. But I'm sure 18 (yah yah, I know her real name but I don't know how to spell it off hand, and I'm not looking it up right now so HAH!) feels the same way about me and Marron." Goku and Goten indicated a mutual problem with ChiChi, and all began to leave, when suddenly a voice came from the door.

"Honestly Gohan, I'm not stupid! I figured you were out with the rest of the "gang". So I thought I'd ask your mom if Goku was gone."

"Unfortunately, the phone lines are dead, as is the power. So Bulma, you're using your generators I take it?" Bulma nodded as ChiChi continued. "So Videl brought her jet copter out and we both decided to find out if Krillin was gone too. So we went to his house."

"I of course verified that both my husband and daughter were gone, so we went to check on you Bulma. SO here we are, and I take it that you've all gone and come back, and what you found were those water logged, beat up, excuses for people, Ni?" Bulma smiled and motioned for Videl, ChiChi, and 18 to come farther into the lab

"Yes 18, that's exactly what happened. We found these two all right, but now we need to know more. I hate to think of anyone in the rain tonight. So why don't you all stay the night? Hmm?" No one refused Bulma's hospitality, partly because they were curious to know more about these two strangers, and partly because Bulma's house was as luxurious as she was rich. But she needed room to work, and a room full of fighters didn't help. "Okay people, I need room to work. Bra,(her daughter had been talking to Marron the whole time)

"Huh?"

"Bra you stay here with me, and Trunks, you go play hostess."

"WHAT!?! ME? Why can't Bra do that?" Trunks stopped to elbow a giggling Goten in the stomach.

"Because, I need Bra here. Now go."

"But….."

"Come on Trunks, lets go pretty you up so you can be a good hostess!" Goten taunted and ran through a door connected to the house before Trunks could hit him again.

"Boys will be boys!" ChiChi sighed. "Come on everyone. If your name isn't Bra or Bulma…GET OUT!" ChiChi herded Goku, Videl, Krillin, Marron, and 18 into the house easily. Gohan and Bra were talking to Bulma. "Gohan, are you staying in here?"

"I'd like him to." Bulma stated. ChiChi nodded and was about to leave when she noticed that Pan was still in the lab.

"Pan sweetie," ChiChi went to her granddaughter. She stood hovering over the fallen man and was looking intently at him. Currently she was pushing his dark green hair out of his face. ChiChi put a hand on her shoulder. "Pan?" Then girl jumped a little.

"Grandma, you scared me."

"I'm sorry Pan. But you have to get out of here so Bulma, Bra and your dad can work."

"Oh, ok sure. I'm just a little worried about this guy. And the girl too. They're both so beat up."

" How about if I tell you the second you can come back in and sit with him, ok Pan?" Bulma suggested.

"That'd be really great Bulma. I'd really appreciate it."

"All right then. So you go now, and then I'll tell you when to come back." Bulma smiled as ChiChi and Pan left, then turned back to Gohan and Bra. "Ok Bra, I want you to get moving on this girl. Clean and bandage her wrists now." Bra started as Bulma spoke. "Then clean her off and try to figure out where her wounds are. Right now, I'm most concerned about her blood loss. Gohan, If you could start my computer and get my medical analysis files up, I'd be thrilled. But before you leave I want a blood sample from you. Okay?"

"Sure Bulma. That's no prob. But I don't know what else I can do for help."

"Don't worry Gohan. I need you mainly for the blood sample. Bra," She called over her shoulder. "I need a sample from you too."

"Okay! Mom, I don't know that I'll help much more either. So , what should I do?"

"Well, Bra, you and Gohan can both go once I get blood from you, and then just tell Trunks that I need him for the computer stuff." The two complied and continued working. Bulma moved towards the man and placed a hand over his chest. She still felt his heart, and wasn't terribly worried about him. He looked bad, but was in stable condition. She pulled back a silver breastplate of armor and looked at a deep slash on the left side of his abdomen. She stitched it cleanly and started to remove the rest of the armor, when Bra came up to her, Gohan at her side.

"Ok mom, I did all that I could, and so did Gohan. I set up a blood drawing machine, so why don't we do that quickly so Trunks can come in and help with that girl." Bulma nodded, brought both to the machine and took the sample. She then dismissed them, asking for Trunks to be summoned. Bulma took the blood samples and stored them, and then walked back to the girl. She was badly slashed, and needed work. Bulma sighed

"I don't know who you two are, but you sure are tough."

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"So Trunks," began Marron "please tell me what possessed you to grab that girl anyways. The way that guy attacked you, how do you know that having her here isn't dangerous?" Marron shifted on the couch. Everyone was scattered around the livingroom and kitchen. Her mother, ChiChi, and Videl were in the kitchen talking and cooking because even in the early morning hours, a saiyan could eat. Marron saw Pan sitting in a big chair leaning her head on her hand, her eyes closed. Goku, Goten, and Trunks were just roaming around. Marron suddenly wondered where Vegeta was. Not that she cared, but it was like knowing there was a tornado in the area, but not knowing where. She glanced at her watch, 2:00 AM. Trunks spoke.

"Well Marron, if she's so important, then what's she doing way out here on Earth. Gohan told me that the only reason that other races come to Earth is if they want to fight one of us, or if they're lost. I don't think she'd qualify in either of those situations."

"Are you sure she doesn't want to fight?" Bra chimed in as she entered the room, Gohan at her side.

"Bra, you felt her energy too, I've a feeling that it would be a waste of her time to fight us. Besides, with injuries like hers, she's in no condition to."

"Yeah but what if she's like, royalty?" Marron added. "And she's like some representative, and she was attacked! And now…."People weren't really going for it. "Or maybe not."

"Hey Trunks, Mom says you can go help her now."

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Back in the lab, Bulma walked back towards the boy, she figured she'd get started while waiting for Trunks. She looked down at the green haired warrior who was now wearing nothing from the waist up. She was about to begin another stitch, when a hand caught hold of her wrist. Bulma jumped and turned to face Vegeta - AGAIN!

"You can't seriously be considering helping him. He's dangerous!" Bulma again tore her hand away from him

"Vegeta! Don't be ridiculous, this boy is out cold!"

"Well don't think it'll last!" Hollered the saiyan prince. "He'll wake up and attack you, and then what?"

"Vegeta," Bulma sighed, sounding annoyed. She understood his being concerned, it was sweet, but couldn't be tolerated. This boy needed some work. "You can relax, nothing will happen to me! I promise that I've got it under control." Bulma ran a finger delicately over his cheekbone, the rest of her hand brushing against his neck. Vegeta blushed slightly.

"HA! You couldn't control him if you tried! Especially if he's with…" He stopped himself suddenly. "Never mind."

"What do you mean? If he's with who Vegeta?" Bulma began walking towards him. "What do you know that you're not telling me? Who is he? Do you…"

"Mom, Bra told me you could use my…Oh! Father, I didn't know you were in here." Trunks thought it strange that his mother backed his father against a wall. "Am I interrupting something?" he dared to ask.

"No Trunks," Bulma walked back to the boy. "Your father is just being difficult…again!" Vegeta mumbled something as Bulma told Trunks how to treat the boy's wounds. Then she walked towards the girl. "Vegeta, I think Trunks and I have it under control now, so you can go." Casually she began to undress the girl. Her dress was in shreds, and she had only a thin black slip under it. Vegeta was leering. "*A-HEM*" He turned. Bulma wrapped some white materiel around the girl's private areas and began to stitch her larger cuts. Her face was bruised, and her back was also blue and purple, but it was her chest and arms that were really bad. The wrists looked like a suicide attempt, but there were other lethal slashes near her heart that someone else had done. As Bulma unwrapped her wrists to be stitched and re-bandaged, she noticed two things: One- Vegeta hadn't left

Two- the girl had a tattoo on her arm that looked familiar.

"Vegeta, why are you still here? Trunks can protect me from the big bad half dead guy, and the girl..."

"The girl is precisely the reason I haven't left. What is on her arm?"

"It looks like a tattoo. What's wrong with the girl?"

"Where is that black ball from before?"

"Let me go get it." When she returned with one, she became interested in what Vegeta was on to. "What do you know about the girl?"

"Let me see the top of the ball." Bulma turned it until she saw a painted picture of a scepter and a star centered in a triangle. "Put it next to the tattoo" Vegeta was beginning to fear what he knew would happen. If the tattoo and the ball reacted, then he definitely had a few questions for this girl, and did NOT want to kill her. Bulma looked hesitantly at Vegeta, but continued. Once next to the tattoo, it was seen that the two symbols were identical, and both began to glow. "no…" Vegeta said the words in a whisper. It couldn't be her. But then again, it had to be. Bulma looked shocked as Vegeta spoke, "I know this girl"

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