Disclaimer:  I own absolutely nothing.  Nothing at all.  If this is so then how could I possibly own DB/Z/GT?

Meliah: Uh…  Don't tell me!  I'll get it!

Raven: I don't!  I don't own anything that is even remotely related to DB/Z/GT!  Except Meliah…  but she doesn't count cuz she's just an inner voice…

Meliah: I feel so used…

A/n: Hey everybody!  Long time no see, ne?  Yes, well that's my fault.  I had some writers block problems, but I have returned!!!!

Meliah: **sarcastic** Yay… **waves flag with an R on it**

Raven: Yes, hooray!  I know it has taken me a while to get this out, but I still hope it's good… It could have been longer, but I wanted to get updates for all of my stories done by my 1-year anniversary!

Meliah: Yay for the 1-year anniversary!

Raven: Right!  Now!  To the Reviewers!!!

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DBZ-fan-JESS:  Good guess…  very good guess…

ssjlavenderkid:  Um… I don't think so…

KrysSaiyan:  pixie sticks are good…  They are sugar… Sugar is good…

Meliah: Don't mention sugar around her…  She gets extremely hyper at the mere mention of it…

strawberries:  Yes, thank the Lord for Gohan…  If Bulma were crushed she wouldn't meet Vegeta, and then there probably would be absolutely no point for my story!

That is a very good idea, and as much as I would like to conveniently forget to give Yamcha a device, and have him crushed to death, I cannot.  I need him for the story, and yeah, stuff…  You'll see…

Yes, Krillen shall provide comic relief…  You gotta love the K-man!  Not as much as my Veggie, but you still gotta love him!^_^

Thank you, thank you!  I would like to thank my mother and a few old friends for making the character of ChiChi possible!

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Planet of the Saiyans

New Opportunities

Last time on Planet of the Saiyans:

The Woman was running late.  It shouldn't have taken this long to find a room for her to stay in.  Vegeta paced in front of his throne.  Well, technically, thrones.  There were two large chairs, but only one of them was ever sat in.  The other hadn't been used since the reign of Vegeta's mother, Rosicheena.  The current King Vegeta wasn't likely to take a mate, even though he needed an heir.  He was sure that some wench would eventually want to become the mother of the future king of Vegeta-sei, so he waited for the right one.  A flash of blue caught his attention, "It took you long enough woman."

"I'm sorry about that…  I was just looking for my friend Goku.  You haven't seen him have you?  His wife is looking for him.  I wanted to apologize for earlier…  I didn't realize that you were the Saiyan King, and sometimes my temper gets the better of me."

"Right…" Vegeta was about to continue when he felt a something touch his tail lightly.  "What the hell?!"

"You have a tail!" Bulma cried excitedly.  "Just like Son-kun!"

The Saiyan king turned to look for his tail only to find it in the hands of the gorgeous blue-haired girl from Chikyuu.  "Well spotted woman!  Now kindly remove your hands from my tail!"  Vegeta pulled his tail out of her grasp and wrapped it securely around his waist.  "What exactly is this Son-kun thing that you speak of?"

"What?  Oh!  Son-kun isn't a what!  He's a who!  He's my friend Goku that I was telling you about!"

"This friend of yours, he has a tail?  That would mean he's Saiyan…  Interesting…"  Vegeta was pondering why there would have been a Saiyan on her planet if it still existed.  The Saiyan no Ou decided it was probably best to ask Bardock if he knew anything about it.  Suddenly a spiky head of hair appeared in Vegeta peripheral vision.  "Bardock, come over here.  This woman has told me something extraordinary.  There was a Saiyan on her planet."  The king then got a better look at the clothing that 'Bardock' was wearing; they were brighter than any Saiyan clothing Vegeta had ever seen.  "Bardock, what on Vegeta-sei are you wearing?"

The man in the orange gi turned around looking for the guy that the man with Bulma was talking to, "Who are you talking to?  There's no one around here named Bardock.  I'm Goku!"

King Vegeta suddenly became very confused, but the captain from Chikyuu was quick to explain what was going on.  "King Vegeta, this is my friend, Son Goku.  He's Bardock's son."  Bulma turned to her oldest friend, "Son-kun, Chi-Chi is waiting for you in your room.  It's just down the hall, first door on the left."

Goku smiled and walked down the dimly lit hallway. 

"So that was Kakarotto…" the king muttered to himself.  "I wondered how long it would take him to get back here."

Bulma gave the king a strange look and decided it would be best to interrupt the man's muttering, "You said you wanted to ask me some questions?"

Vegeta cleared his throat, "Yes.  We are in great need of a head scientist on our planet, and I need to know who designed and built your ship."

"I did," she replied simply. 

"Excuse me?"

"I designed it, and I built it, with a little bit of help from some of the assistants from my lab back home."

Now King Vegeta was even more confused.  This culture allowed their women to design, build, and then fly ships.  "Your father has no objections to this?  Didn't he try to keep you home?"

"No, he actually wanted to come with, but he had to stay with his company."

"What about your mate?  What did he have to say about it?"

Bulma was the confused one this time, "Mate?  You mean husband?  I'm not married.  I just have Yamcha, and yes, he wanted me to stay home that's why he came with me."

"Come with me, I want to see what you can do."  Vegeta headed for a wooden door off to the right of the room and motioned to Bulma for her to follow him. 

As they walked through the halls of the palace Bulma couldn't help but notice how different everything here was compared to the Capsule Corp. mansion on Chikyuu.  Everything around her just screamed to be revamped and upgraded.  Doors took forever to be opened with a small control that was on the wall near them; hallways were dimly lit and it was very difficult to see any thing; and Bulma noticed that most of the rooms in the palace looked like they were being used to store armor.  The king of Vegeta-sei and the heiress to Capsule Corp. reached a large door at the end of the hallway.  Vegeta pulled it open and directed Bulma inside.  The room itself was completely white, and inventions of all sorts lay on the tables and counters.  There was a large desk in the back corner where an ancient and odd-looking computer sat.  "This is the main lab," the king explained.  "In here all the secrets of Saiyan technology are kept."

"And you don't have any security protecting it?  Geez…  I've got more security for my bedroom…" Bulma muttered.
"As I said before we are in great need of a head scientist, and the last three have been… disappointing.  Do you have any ideas for improving our technology?"

"Well for one, you need a better security system in your palace.  There's one hint in the door.  If someone could get in here simply by opening a door your technology secrets aren't all the secret…"  Vegeta was about to ask how they would fix that problem when Bulma continued, "And your storage system is pathetic!  You're taking up half the palace with just armor storage!  That is easily remedied, as are any other storage problems."

"How are you going to remedy the storage problem?  The last three head scientists died trying to figure that one out."

"Capsules," she replied simply. 

"So you have an idea?  Well, fine then.  You may stay, and I will review your work at the end of the week.  If it isn't satisfactory you will meet the same bloody end as the other three head scientists.  Got it?"

She gulped and laughed nervously, "Yeah, I got it."  Bulma watched the king's retreating form and as soon he was out of the lab she released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.  "Well he blows the Prince Charming Theory out of the water…" she muttered to herself.  The first thing on her agenda was to get her things from the ship so she could get to work.

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King Vegeta strode down the hall completely lost in his thoughts; he was so absorbed that he didn't even notice Bardock heading right for him until the two ran right into each other.  "Bardock," the king barked, "watch where you're going!"

"Yes, my king," the older Saiyan muttered before getting into a conversation with the prince.  "So did the captain tell you who made the ship?"

"Yes, she did."

"And?" Bardock pressed.  "Is she sending for someone?  Or is she going to get them?"

"They're already here," Vegeta replied earning a curious look from Bardock.

"Who is it?  The short bald one?  The scar-faced one?  My son?  I always knew that boy would follow in my footsteps."

"No Bardock, it's her.  She's the scientist and the captain.  Apparently she designed the ship, built it, and flies it," the king said with hidden admiration.  Though he found the woman's culture strange he truly appreciated someone who could take care of them self. 

"She designed it?  So she's the ingenious scientist that created that ship?  That's remarkable..."

"Indeed.  I want them all at dinner tonight.  Especially her.  Make sure they come."  With that the king strode off to his training arena for the remainder of the time before dinner. 

"Especially her?" Bardock muttered to himself.  "Well…  Perhaps…  Just maybe…  Yes…"  The Saiyan walked down the hall in search of a female servant that could help him with his small predicament.  He walked towards the kitchen in search of one of the queen's old handmaids.  Somebody somewhere in the palace had to know something about women's clothing.  Just as he was thinking of asking his mate who the queen's old servants had been the second class Saiyan literally ran into someone who could help him out.  When Bardock regained his senses he noticed the teenage girl sitting on the ground in front of him.  Her frame was too petite to be Saiyan, "Anya?"  He grabbed her arm and jerked her to her feet none to gently.

"Bardock-san, could you watch where you're going?" she asked with what would have been considered an English accent on Chikyuu.  "Not everyone around here is built like you Saiyans with your brick wall bodies…"  

"Forgive me Anya…  Tell me, would you know where the queen's old wardrobe would be?"

"The queen's wardrobe?  It hasn't been touched since her death, why?"

"The king is having guests for and he wanted a specific one to look presentable."

"Why don't we just use the guest wardrobe then?" Anya asked wondering why Bardock would want to use the queen's clothing for a guest.

"We have one of those?  Well use that.  She's in the science lab.  Make sure she shows up; King Vegeta made it quite clear that her and her friends were required to show up."

The servant girl nodded and walked off wondering why the king was so hell-bent on getting this new woman to come to dinner.  King Vegeta had never given any woman, Saiyan or otherwise, a second glance.  He was so bad that the people were beginning to worry that he would have no hair to take his throne after he died.  Anya headed towards the science labs to get a good look at this woman that the king had deemed worthy of eating dinner with him.  On her way she spotted a slender young woman dressed in a ragged pair of blue jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt with the sleeves torn off.  The female's long aqua hair was tied up in a loose bun at the back of her head.  Anya's first thought was that she was a servant to the woman that the king wanted to invite to dinner.  "Excuse me Miss.  I'm looking for a woman that is visiting the science lab.  Could you go and get her for me?"

The aqua haired beauty gave Anya a strange look before giving a laugh of realization.  "There's no need.  I was just in the science lab, and I was the only person in there, so you must be looking for me.  My name's Bulma, Bulma Briefs."  Bulma offered her hand to the girl in front of her and smiled pleasantly.

Anya, being raised around Saiyans, didn't know that shaking hands was a pleasant gesture in greeting.  Her eyes darted back and forth suspiciously from the outstretched hand to the agreeable smile on the woman's face. 

Realizing that the girl wasn't going to shake her hand Bulma lowered her own and continued to smile pleasantly.  "So what is your name?" she asked the teenage girl in hopes of getting her to speak again.

"You don't need to know," Anya replied viciously.  "There is no way that you are the woman that the king wanted to have dinner with…  He has had more beautiful and more sophisticated woman stay at his palace, and this is the first time that he has ever invited one to dinner.  There is no way that he would invite someone that looked like you to dinner…"

With those words the smile on Bulma's face instantly dropped and was replaced by an angry scowl.  "What exactly do you mean 'someone that looked like me'?  I'll have you know that I am considered one of the most beautiful women on my planet!"

Anya gave her a look of disgust, "Well, then they must have very low standards on your planet…  On my planet they terminated women that walked around in whorish clothing like that."

"Whorish?  Whorish?  I'll give you whorish you little bitch!"  The Capsule Corp. heiress lunged at the young girl and proceeded to grab a fist full of hair and attempted to pull it out of her head. 

It was just Anya's luck that at that precise moment Yamcha was walking around the corner in search of Bulma.  What he found instead was his girlfriend trying to pull the hair out of another girl's skull.  "Bulma!  What in the name of Kami are you doing?" Yamcha yelled as he walked up to her and pried her hands off the girl.

Bulma gave her boyfriend an evil glare and backed away from Anya who was now attempted to soothe the pain in her head. 

The ex-desert bandit placed an arm around the teenage girl and whispered softly to her, "Are you all right?  Do you need me to take you back to your room?"

The aqua-haired beauty growled and whispered angrily to her boyfriend, "You'll pay for this…  I'd sleep with one eye open tonight…"  She turned on her heel and stormed back to her ship for her supplies. 

Once she was gone Yamcha returned his attentions back to the girl in his arms, "Are you all right?"

Anya nodded and pulled herself out of his grasp, "I'll be fine.  I just need to alert Bardock that he needs to find someone else to pick out a dress for that woman for her dinner with the king."

"Dinner with the king?  Since when is Bulma having dinner with the king?"

"He invited her to dinner.  That is the extent of my knowledge.  He's apparently having a few other guests for dinner as well, but I was in charge of making sure she got a proper dress for the dinner."

"Well, doesn't that beat all?  She is always accusing me of being unfaithful to her, and we're barely here for an hour and she's already going on a date with the king…  Why that little hypocrite…"

"Yes, well, as fascinating as this conversation is I need to inform Bardock that he needs to get someone else to find her a dress because I don't get paid enough to be attacked by mere alien whores…"

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A/n: So what did you think?  Yes, I know it was short, and yes, I know it had very little content, but what did you think other than that?!?!  PLZ R&R!!!

Go with God!!!

~*~Raven~*~