Chapter Twelve

17 could feel his blood raging inside of him as the screen folded itself and disappeared into the wall. The image of the elf-eared sable-haired alien kissing his wife was burned into his mind's eye.

I won't rest until I find you, and since I never tire, you are doomed to die, 17 unclenched his hands and watched the blood flow from his hands.

It was a strange sight for him. It took a lot to make him bleed unless his wife felt the need for it or in this case he did it to himself.

"Well, she has that under control," Vegeta remarked lightly.

Bardock nodded.

"WHAT?!" 17 exploded, "What do you mean 'she has it under control'?! She is unconscious and being taken advantage of by an alien stalker!"

17 stood in front of the two saiyans with his chest heaving glaring ice at them.

Bardock was confused by the turn of events, didn't he realize that she was conscious since her tail was wrapped around her waist? If she had been really knocked out then her tail would have been as limp as Frieza's dick.

Vegeta's mouth quirked.

"What's wrong, android, do you want to talk about it?"

Android? Bardock's interest peeked as he studied the male in front of him.

"No," 17 seethed as he stomped to a room and threw his sister out.

"Hey! What the hell is your problem?" 18 snapped as the door slammed shut.

Vegeta chuckled to himself a bit, amused with the androids behavior and how it mirrored his sister's, two of a kind . . .

"What's going on Vegeta?" 18 turned to the saiyans.

"It's Prince Vegeta, female," Bardock growled warningly at her.

18 blinked.

"Enough, Bardock, no one uses my title anymore," Vegeta sent a wry look to his fellow saiyan.

"But my Prince, it isn't proper," Bardock explained, surprised and dismayed at the disrespect.

"Just call me Vegeta," Vegeta sat down wearily, "Now, are you going to tell me why you are among the living or do you want me to remedy that."

Bardock nodded his compliance but did not sit until Vegeta motioned him to sit.

Curious 18 leaned against the control panel to listen.

"Everything started when we heard about a planet Frieza's forces were having trouble purging so I volunteered my squad to take care of the problem. Frieza's guards were surprised that a bunch of low level saiyans thought they could handle Kanassa.

"My son, Kakarot, had just been born when we left.

"We purged the planet, no problem, and we were taking a small break before returning to base when a native attacked. He hit me on the back of my neck. After I killed him, I passed out, and my squad rushed me home.

"In the tank I heard the bastard in my head, telling me he had given me physic powers so that I would see the horror of my end just as they had to . . ."

Bardock paused for a moment, reflecting on the things that had happened only yesterday for him.

"I begun to see Frieza blowing up a planet, it wasn't until later I realized it was planet Vegeta. I got out of the tank and found my squad had left without me on a special mission for Frieza on planet Meat.

"When I got there, they were dead . . . I killed most of them but Dodoria turned out to be stronger in the end. He almost killed me. I survived barely and went home to warn everyone that Frieza was coming to kill us all.

"They wouldn't listen to me . . . I resolved to kill Frieza myself but as I was about to charge the monster I had a vision. . . I saw myself die and Kakarot fighting the lizard in the future.

"I chose to leave the planet, find my son, and train him to better prepare him for the fight against Frieza. But I . . . cut it too close and our planets dying shockwave knocked me off course. I woke up a few days ago on a strange planet.

"It was there I had a vision of the girl being taken from her mother, and I was led to you, my Prince."

"I see," Vegeta steepled his fingers.

"I await my punishment," Bardock bowed his head.

"Punishment?" 18 spoke up, bewildered.

"He abandoned his race in it's time of need. He put his family ahead of the royal family," Vegeta glanced at her, "All punishable crimes on planet Vegeta."

"You're not serious," 18 frowned, "how can you punish him for that?"

"This is saiyan business, female, do not interfere," Bardock lifted his head just enough to glare at her.

Vegeta looked at the third class saiyan with surprise then he smiled. It was nice to not be questioned over every little thing.

"I reserve judgment, Bardock of third class, you will either prove yourself or die," Vegeta announced with a royal nod.

"As always, my Prince, you are wise," Bardock straightened in his chair.

"May I ask a question?"

"Proceed," Vegeta nodded again regally.

"When you first saw me, you called me Kakarot... Do you know my son?"

"More than he'd like to, I bet," 18 sent a smug smile at Vegeta who glowered in return.

Bardock turned to 18.

"You know my son?"

"Only briefly," 18 nodded, "he's a bit of a goofball."

"Goofball?" Bardock was puzzled.

"Deranged simpleton," Vegeta supplied.

"Is this true?" Bardock was a bit alarmed.

"He. . . hit his head as an infant, lost his memory," Vegeta's lips twisted ironically, "thought he was human."

"Human?" Bardock looked at 18 who shrugged.

"It's a long story, me and Vegeta don't know all the chapters to. So you should probably ask him when we get back to Earth," 18 smiled.

Vegeta snickered.

"She's still smarting from his 'how do androids have babies' comment."

18 glared.

Bardock blinked.

"Android? This is the second time you mention that word. Are you part machine?" Bardock' eye lit up curiously as he got up to go stand by 18.

18 kept a wary eye on the saiyan as he seemed to inspect her.

Vegeta was amused, I should have known . . .

"I would never have guess you were completely organic," Bardock regarded her with excitement, "This maybe a personal question but do you have a hatch or something, can I see your gears?"

Vegeta couldn't contain his laughter as 18 blushed and took a step away from the curious saiyan.

"Did I mention he was a scientist?" Vegeta smirked.

"A scientist?" 18's eyes widened as she took yet another step away.

"She reproduced you said, so that means you were organic to begin with and then mechanicazed, fascinating," Bardock started to close the distance.

Pulling a shard of armor that was bizarrely shaped like a scalpel, Bardock reached out to grasp her arm.

18 jerked away from him only to appear at the bedroom door, knocking urgently.

"17!" 18 kept her eyes on the saiyan.

"Go away."

"17! There's a scientist!" 18 hissed at the door.

"What?!"

The door opened, revealing a frowning 17.

"Who?"

18 slipped inside the room.

"Bardock."

The door shut.

"Did I say something wrong?" Bardock scratched the back of his head confused, an almost mirror image of his son.

Vegeta shook his head.

To think part of the reason I hated Kakarot was because of the mockery he made of his father's image and now . . .Bardock reminds me of the clown.

"I guess we better get going, the trial isn't getting any warmer," Vegeta went to the controls.

"Who was the female?" Bardock inquired.

"Ava," Vegeta replied as he set the controls for launch.

"Ava? Princess Ava?!"

Vegeta's mouth quirked.

"Yes, Princess Ava."

"The Princess survived! Praise the gods. . . Wait . . . the girl said Uncle . . . and the blue eyed male said he was her father . . . " Bardock frowned, "Why would the Princess mate with a non-saiyan?"

"It's a long story. Basically, the android was the only suitable male on the planet."

"But my son . . . surely a full blooded saiyan is better than a half-breed even if it is third class . . ."

"Kakarot was already mated with offspring."

"Offspring?" Bardock asked wonderingly.

"Yes, you have family now, strange, isn't it. In fact, you grandchild Gohan is mated and expecting an infant any day now."

Bardock sat down. This was much more than he had even dared to hope. To think he had a family waiting for him on this... earth... Only they didn't know he existed.

"My Prince," Bardock's thoughts returned to the matter at hand, "isn't the android a bit... puny... for the Princess?"

"Don't get them wrong, Bardock," Vegeta gave him a narrow look, "They were designed to kill your son and have enough power to take down a super saiyan."

"Impossible, a super saiyan is an all powerful warrior."

"Not as all powerful as we thought, Bardock," Vegeta grumbled.

"What are you saying?" Bardock frowned.

"It's a long story," Vegeta turned to the older saiyan, "If you want your pod then you should retrieve it now."

Bardock nodded and left the ship with high spirits. I have a family . . .

**

Bastard! Ava ground out in her thoughts, it had taken all of her willpower not to attack the male who dared take liberties. Oh how she wanted to tear out the bastard's throat with her teeth!

And to make matters worse, Sasoli wasn't even on the ship! So now, she was 'captive' to this asshole for nothing!

Ava indulged in a brief fantasy where Dikon bleed to death from a ragged tear in his neck while she stood above his body laughing.

She heard the transmission cut off with an audible beep. She could feel him starring at her.

"It's ok, love, he'll never bother you again."

Ava repressed the urge to lift an eyebrow. Honestly, it wasn't 17 who she wanted to stop bothering her.

"I am sorry but I have to restrain you until you come to your senses and realize that you love me."

She was lifted and held against a wall.

Ava fought the panic that threatened to claw it's way out. It wasn't possible for Dikon to have a wall confinement, only the Kold family had access to that technology.

She nearly sighed with relief when her right arm was moved up and shackled about two feet from her head. Her other arm was secured similarly and then her ankles.

A hand was placed on her bare stomach.

"And you gave birth . . ."

A beeping.

A sigh as the hand lifted and then another beep.

"What the hell happened?" Dikon's voice sliced through the air.

"What do you mean? I told you the female was on her way," an irritated voice replied.

"Yes, in a big round ship . . . but you missed the damn pod!"

"What pod?"

"Exactly."

"Did you get the female or not?" The voice snapped.

"Yes, no thanks to you, she's right there . . ."

"That's impossible . . ."

"I told you she had black hair," Dikon's voice was now amused, "Though I did see the blond one."

"Then she isn't the one you want. . ."

"The blond?"

"Yes, the blond."

"No."

"Then I want her."

"What?" Dikon's voice was incredulous.

"You got a female, I want one."

"But . . ."

"What's the matter? The all powerful Dikon is afraid to confront saiyans?" The voice was mocking.

"I already took one female from them and I am not eager to take the possible mate of Prince Vegeta," Dikon spat.

"Prince Vegeta? He's dead."

"That's what I thought but he's alive and pissed."

A pause.

"I still want the blond."

"I'll see what I can do," Dikon stated sarcastically.

Another beep.

How curious, maybe I will continue the charade to find out Dikon's partner. Ava considered, I will check out his ship. If I can fly it, Dikon is dead. If I can't it's helpless female for me. Ha, as if a saiyan could ever be helpless!

**

Dikon shook his head at his friend's antics.

Who cares about the blond? She is nothing compared to . . . the saiyan.

"What is your name?" Dikon asked irritably, not expecting a reply.

She was beautiful as she hung limply chained to the wall. The charming way her head drooped forward with her spiky hair obscuring her face.

Dikon stiffened as he spotted movement. His green eyes narrowed into green pieces of glass. Pissed he stalked to the saiyan and paused before her.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice?!" He snarled.

**

"I hate you!" Videl screamed.

Clueless Gohan gestured helplessly, "What did I do?"

"What did you DO? As if you didn't know!" Videl tried to punch Gohan in his gut only to be restrained.

"I don't know, tell me what I did," Gohan pleaded, knowing how bad it was for her to be upset in her condition.

"You ate all the chocolate ice cream," Videl burst into tears and buried her face in Gohan's shirt.

Gohan awkwardly patted her back trying to comfort her.

"Hormones," Chichi laughed at her son as she walked by, having heard the whole thing.

"It's ok Videl, I'll buy more ice cream, right now," Gohan whispered softly.

"Really?" Videl lifted tearful blue eyes to meet Gohan's.

"Yes, of course," Gohan nodded.

The soft blue eyes hardened suddenly.

"You had better, this is your fault anyway!" Videl screamed at him.

"Don't touch me!" She slapped at his hands, "Go buy the damn ice cream and it had better be the right kind, too!"

Gohan nodded and turned to leave only to find Bulma with an amused smile on her face.

"Cravings," Bulma laughed as she patted Gohan's cheek, "You poor boy."

"Gohan," Videl's voice out in an angry hiss, "Why is she touching you?"

Gohan blushed at the insinuation as Bulma laughed and walked away.

"Yeah right, any time Gohan, you just tell me the time and place," Bulma sent a saucy wink over her shoulder playfully.

"Bulma, you're not helping," Gohan pleaded as Videl charged after the older woman.

"He's mine!" She screamed as Gohan restrained her.

Bulma lifted a brow as she turned around.

"I was only joking, you see, I have known Gohan since he was practically in diapers. Hell, I knew his father since he was like eleven," Bulma smiled, "Besides, I have a full blooded saiyan to keep me warm at night and what's more he's a prince!"

"So you don't want Gohan?" Videl paused.

"Not when I have Vegeta," Bulma replied, "Though if I were you I'd keep the saiyan satisfied if you know what I mean."

Bulma laughed when the couple blushed.

"Go buy the woman ice cream, Gohan," Bulma ordered.

Gohan nodded, eager to get out of the house full of crazy females.

"Wait, Gohan, wait for me!" Goku appeared suddenly following Gohan out the door, "Don't leave me alone with them!"

"Sorry Dad but remember what Vegeta said, we are under no circumstance to leave the women and children alone." Gohan shrugged apologetically and flew away.

Goku sighed with defeat only to stiffen when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He turned to find not one, not two, but three angry females glaring at him.

"Kami help me," Goku whispered to himself as they closed in for the kill.

**

Dikon snarled as he grabbed the arm of the creature who dared to deceive him.

"I demand you put me down!" King Fruin dangled helplessly in his grip.

He must have snuck aboard when I contacted the base. Dikon thought as he eyed the King's hiding place.

Somehow the splavoid had wedged himself between the storage container and the wall directly beside the unconscious saiyan.

"You are in no position to demand anything," Dikon dropped him, "Traitorous dog! You left your people to rot?!"

The King pulled himself off the floor.

"You abandoned us in our time of need, mercenary! If you had fought the saiyan scum then we would have triumphed, coward!"

"A mercenary doesn't work for free," Dikon raised an eyebrow, "I was under no obligation to follow your orders."

The King shook with rage and then gasped at the sight of the female.

"You captured their female," he said with complete awe.

"She was my only compensation," Dikon shrugged.

"Let's kill her," the King clapped gleefully.

"Why would I kill my prize?" Dikon asked, amused, "Why do you hate saiyans anyway?"

"Our planets have always been rivals, our species at the opposite ends of the spectrum."

"Oh, so you're jealous?"

"Jealous! Of these filthy animals! Preposterous!" The King harrumphed.

Dikon grinned.

"Fine, let's ask her."

To the splavoids complete dismay Dikon turned to the unconscious saiyan intent on waking her from her unnatural sleep.

It's time to wake up, love.

End of Chapter Twelve

AN: OK, here you go! Oh, and if your interested I tried my hand at a song fic so go check it out! Another thing, thank you for reviewing! Also if you haven't already go check out Dark Angel by Camero, trust me, if you like my stories then you will love hers! Thanks again!