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To Earth

Celipa dragged herself into her pod and sank into it, breathing in. Never before did she relish in the scent of leather and metal, not even when it was new. It gave her a comforting feeling, something she was used to.

She waited a few seconds, then started pressing buttons. She typed in the code for Vegeta-sei: FX27.

Before, she had always wondered what FX27 stood for. She'd finally decided that is was Frieza's Experiment #27. And that's what it was. Frieza's experiment. Vegeta-sei was a laboratory, Frieza the scientist, and the Saiyans were lab rats.

Her eyes closed briefly in hatred of Frieza as the engine roared up. Dodoria would never scratch his bum without Frieza's blessing. Frieza was behind the attacks on her team, and most likely an attack on all Saiyans.

"After all we've done," she whispered. The Saiyans had sacrificed their lives and those of their children for Frieza, gave up their right to self-government, and forced themselves into warriors and reproducing machines so Frieza would have more servants. All to be like a petted cat, fed its last meal, then stuck under a box and chloroformed.

She smiled perversely at the analogy. Her father had chloroformed an unwanted cat once. Kiwa had thrown a fit…

Kiwa! Celipa's eyes flew open in shock and realization. Kiwa was on Vegetasei! And Frieza…he was going to attack Vegetasei if he hadn't already!

'Kiwa, Bardock,' Celipa prayed. 'Please be safe. I'll kill myself if something happens to you…'

"Celipa's coming," Kiwa whispered.

By now, Bardock was crouching on the ground, holding Kiwa much like you would cradle a baby, but with her leg trailing the ground.

"How can she…her space pod!" Celipa had 4 of them at her disposal! "Kiwa, when and where will she land exactly?"

"I can't see the future. There's no such thing as destiny."

"Woman!" Bardock would've slapped her had she not been Celipa's sister and already injured. "What were those visions I saw of the future? They were right, weren't they?"

"Didn't those visions…didn't they say you would die?"

Bardock was silenced at this.

"Those visions…" Kiwa broke off, panting. "Those visions showed what could happen, not what WOULD happen. Next to nothing is ever set in stone, Bardock."

"Well, can you give me a rough estimate, then?"

"We see her almost for certain, unless we go blind in the next few minutes. Thank God this is still orbiting. We'd have died floating out in space with no air."

"It's barely an asteroid."

"Still." Kiwa panted again. "She's coming closer, I can feel it. A few minutes and she'll be here."

"Good. The sooner she gets here, the sooner we can get off this stinking Hell."

Celipa's pod landed on the asteroid-planet.

A pit formed in her stomach. She pinched herself and stared again. No, she wasn't dreaming. Well, that remedy never worked anyway.

Frieza had already been here.

She pushed a button and waited for the door to open. It slid up agonizingly slow. Losing patience, she shoved it up and got out.

"Kiwa? Bardock?" she called, timidly at first, then louder. "Kiwa! Bardock!"

"Celipa!" someone called back. It was resounded by a feeble "Cel…"

"Bardock? Kiwa? Are you there?" she called again.

"Over here!"

She followed the sound of their voices and turned north-west. Her boots slapped against the hard ground, sending up dust particles everywhere. It was like a nightmare; running blindly, following voices.

What she saw was much worse.

She reared back as she came upon them. She turned away and covered her mouth with her hands. It did nothing, and she vomited, hitting the ground on her knees. Being a planet-clearer, she was well used to carnage, but to see her sister with her leg blown off, and to see that there were only three of her race left, and after an attack from Dodoria…her thoughts were interrupted as the final bout came on and she emptied her stomach.

"Celipa," Bardock said from behind her. "We have to get out of here. What's left of this planet will probably break up and shoot off into space, equaling no oxygen. And there's also no food and Kiwa's dying."

"We can't all fit in my space pod," she said between pants.

"We can. It's been done."

Certain races had been cockier than others, and had blown up some space pods in order to prevent the Saiyans from leaving so they'd have a good fight. Naturally, they had been killed, but the Saiyans had been presented with the problem of getting off the planet. So, one of the pods had 2 more occupants.

Celipa wiped sweat from her forehead and turned around. Her mother had once told her to guard over Kiwa. "Not just physically," her mother, Corna, had said, "but emotionally. She's weaker than you in both respects, so I want you to look out for her." Celipa couldn't let Kiwa see her despairing. Not now. Not when Kiwa had lost out in a potential mate, while her sister still had hers.

"Where will we go?" Celipa said composedly.

"FX50. Earth."

Celipa looked surprised. "Why there?"

"Because that's where our son is."

Celipa's eyes flew open. Saiyan mothers were not told where their offspring was sent. Females of their race had deep maternal instincts running in them. If they knew where their progeny were, they would immediately head to that place and return with their young, murder in their eyes for the one who had sent them there. After a few cases of homicidal mothers, they had finally figured out that they shouldn't tell the women where their children were sent, and then sent the females on their own missions to prevent their frustration from turning to even more killings.

Celipa remembered that the whole reason she and Kiwa hadn't been sent was because of that. Corna had gone ballistic when their older brother, Broc, had been sent out. To prevent anything else like that happening—because Corna would not go on any missions when her children were away—Celipa and Kiwa had remained home when they were born.

"Kakarot is on Earth," Celipa said slowly. If she could be thankful for anything the destruction of Vegetasei had caused, she could be grateful that it provided ample opportunity to retrieve her son. Fathers didn't have paternal instincts on the same level as mothers with maternal instincts, so fathers knew where their children were sent.

"Thank God you're alive, Bardock. For more reason than one."

Bardock got into the pod first. Celipa, carrying her almost unconscious sister, climbed in next to him. She laid her sister across both their laps.

"Shouldn't we head to Meat-sei and get the other pods?" Bardock asked.

Celipa shook her head. "Kiwa's losing time. We have to get to Earth. Now."

Bardock nodded and pressed in the coordinates for Earth.

A baby had been bawling. His adoptive "Grandpa" had paced back and forth, wondering what had gotten the boy so worked up. Nothing seemed to be wrong with him. He wasn't hurt, and he'd been fed and had gone to the bathroom. Even though he hadn't had children beforehand, the "Grandpa" knew that something was wrong.

And then, suddenly, the baby stopped. He broke out in a grin and laughed, slapping his small, chubby hands together.

"You are a strange little boy, Goku," Grandpa Gohan said, picking up the child he had found in the woods just a few hours earlier. "And I don't mean just your tail."

Kakarot, or Goku as he was now named, responded by wiggling in Grandpa Gohan's grasp and laughing.

Here are some things to clear stuff up.

1. Goku has Kiwa's ability to sense far-off chi.

And for the future:

1. Radditz is on Frieza's ship with Nappa, Vegeta, and Turles.

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