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Turles waited not so patiently for the results of the DNA test. He was inwardly fuming about the Icejins. "What the hell are they even doing on our planet?" Turles wondered. "And why are we planting bugs to listen to them?"

Turles said that last part loud enough for Nappa to hear. "I know! In the old days, we would have pounded them until they talked!"

Nappa had been listening to the receivers and not hearing much of anything but Icejin small talk.

"Or even if they didn't talk, at least you felt good about pounding them!" Turles smiled a crooked smile.

"Now, now gentlemen. That's why you spent 75 years in hell." Roger smiled as he walked up to them. "However, part of me agrees with you. Vegeta and Goku are slowly getting weaker. If these bugs don't work, we will probably try things your way, and we don't have a whole lot of time."

"Roger, you well know that there is no love for the Icejins among the Saiyans. We've already had to stop several people from going in there and killing the lot of them." Nappa explained. "If only there was a way to get them to talk."

"Hmmm... Can Icejins get drunk?" Roger asked.

Turles looked at Roger, knowledge slowly dawning on his face. Turles smiled wide. "I don't know, but it would be worth a shot."

"Yes, it is." Roger said as he turned on his heel to leave.

"Where are you going?" Turles asked Roger's retreating back.

Roger turned for just a second and smiled. "I'm going to become human again.

Turles and Nappa turned and looked at each other a bit bewildered, "Why the hell would he want to do that?!?! Turles finally yelped.

Leaving the medical facility, Roger quickly flew back to where he and Yambia moved in after settling on Vegeta. He and Yambia had a very nice Earth wedding and received a lot of gifts from friends and loved ones. One gift, from his Uncle Bob, was an entire case of Jack Daniel's. Roger, not being much of a drinker put the case away and hadn't given it much thought, until now.

Roger looked himself over from top to bottom. Ok, let's see if I can pass as human again. Yambia had done some shopping on Earth while they were there. They had stopped at a small specialty shop at the local mall that had things like sunglasses, reading glasses, and various other fixes and apparel for the eyes. Yambia purchased a pair of contacts that changed Roger's eyes back to their original blue color. Roger wasn't entirely sure why, but every once in a while Yambia insisted that he wore them when she was in a romantic mood.

"Okay for the eyes, now for the hair." Roger had long lamented that the one bad thing about becoming a Saiyan was dealing with his now black, every which way hair. His hair as a human was a mousy brown color, but it had a natural body and it lay down nicely on it's own. Roger never had to fuss with his hair very much, until he became a Saiyan. "Oh well, I guess there's always a trade-off." Roger smirked.

Roger wondered briefly if Bulma had a wig of some sort he could borrow. He would go back to the lab.

"Now for you buddy!" Roger looked at his tail in the mirror. "How am I going to hide you? I'm going to need some loose fitting clothes for this."

Roger went to a storage closet and rummaged around for a few minutes. He eventually came out with a pair of workout pants, and a sweatshirt. It was the same outfit that he first began training with Vegeta in. Roger's mind momentarily flushed with nostalgia. How crazy had he been to just launch himself into space with an old man that he had believed to be partially crazy at the time! It was an adventure, and what an adventure!

Roger shook his head clear. "There's no time for this." He muttered to himself. "We've got to save Vegeta and Goku."

Roger changed into the workout clothes after wrapping his tail tightly around his waist. He also took a large neoprene sweatband and secured his tail. It was tight, hot, and uncomfortable, but it would prevent any accidental movements.

Roger then went to the bathroom sink and inserted the contacts. He inspected himself in the mirror and found a version of himself that he remembered quite well.

Roger smiled. "I hope Bulma has something for my hair." Roger placed two fingers to his head and disappeared.

"Turles?" Bulma called.

"Yes?" Turles broke from his reverie.

"Your suspicions are correct. Whatever that thing was, he wasn't a Saiyan." Bulma confirmed.

"Do you have any idea what he may have been?" Turles asked.

"No. However, by standards of species found on Earth, the DNA most resembles that of a Feline." Bulma said

"Feline?" Nappa asked.

"A Cat." Bulma confirmed.

Turles thought for a moment. "There was a world where the dominant species was Feline. The whole planet was home to their guild of assassins. "

"But Turles, that is only a legend!" Nappa exclaimed.

"What legend?" Bulma asked.

"Of the first Super Saiyan." Nappa said.

"The first Super Saiyan?" Bulma pressed for more information.

Turles looked at Bulma. "More than 1,000 years ago, a very strong race of Feline people lived on a planet not very far from the Icejin home planet. They were assassins, not much interested in conquest or colonization, just being paid for their work. The son of the King of that time was a great warrior, very gifted and powerful. One day he found his father dead and his mother missing. The King had been poisoned by what looked to be claw marks. Not deep enough in them selves to kill, but the poison they delivered was potent.

The prince found the assassin and vowed revenge for his father's death. He declared war on the assassin's planet and led a large team of Saiyans to carry out his will.

The battle raged for weeks and the Saiyans were not doing so well. Then two things happened. A night with a full moon, and the assassins killed the Prince's mother and paraded it around on a pike for the Prince to see.

As the story goes, The Feline inhabitants thought that this would completely demoralize the Prince and his remaining forces. All it really accomplished was to enrage them.

They all started attaining their ape form and were completely enraged, but none were so enraged as the Prince himself.

They say the sky went black, and lightening streamed from the sky all around him. And he screamed as the damned scream and became a golden Ouzaru. The Prince kept screaming and the planet started to break up. He couldn't control the massive energies his body was generating. He exploded and took the entire planet with him.

"Oh my!" Bulma exclaimed. "Is that true?"

"Many people think so, or something similar, but there is no way to prove it now." Nappa said.

"Do you think that this assassin is from those people?" Bulma asked.

"I don't know." Turles said. "But if any of them survived, they would hold a large grudge against the Saiyans."

Roger suddenly appeared to the side of Bulma. The group spent the next five minutes bringing Roger up to speed on the Assassin.

"So you mean the Icejins may not be involved at all?" Roger asked.

"No, some how I know they are involved. I feel it in my bones, as you Earthers would say." Turles smirked.

"What's with your eyes and tail Roger?" Nappa asked.

"Going on a fishing expedition." Roger explained. "I'll fill you in later. In the meantime, Bulma do you have a wig or something to hide my hair?"

"Ummm... Sure, I have several." Bulma said a bit taken aback. "Why?"

"I want to look human so the Icejins will not be so much on their guard when I talk to them." Roger explained.

"I see, so that case of Jack Daniel's you have tucked under your arm is...." Bulma started.

"Tongue lubricant." Roger smiled.

Bulma smiled back and hurriedly jotted something down on a piece of notepaper.

Here, take this to the Palace and give it to the Captain of the Guard, he will escort you to my chambers.

"Thanks Bulma, you're a peach!" Roger said as he flew off towards the palace.

Bulma sighed and went back to her husband's and best friend's side.

"It's been three hours and you've not reacted to any of the anti-toxins I've tried. What the hell is this stuff?" Bulma held back her tears as she looked at her loved ones. How many times have they protected her? Indeed, the entire planet Earth and Vegeta, and the entire Universe? Now they lay dying and she felt so helpless. Has Goku ever felt like this? Has Vegeta? Somehow she doubted it.

"I'm not going to give up! I'm going to save you guys! Do you understand!" Bulma screamed at them.

Bulma felt it. It was slight, almost unnoticeable, but there was a slight twinge at the end of her bond with the King.

Bulma smiled wide. "So, You're still there!" Bulma sent wave upon wave of love across the bond. "Don't do that again!" Bulma warned. "Save your strength!"

Vegeta's face remained impassive, and nothing further came through the bond.

Bulma turned to continue analyzing the poison with tears streaming down her face.

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Roger sat in front of Bulma's mirror. In front of him, on several mannequin heads, were about a dozen wigs of various shapes, colors, and lengths. After dismissing the obviously gaudy wigs, Bulma seemed to have a thing for wildly colored wigs, he settled on a chestnut brown wig that was only a few shades darker than his hair had once been. Of course, it was way too long. Knowing that he would have to answer to the queen later, Roger started cutting and trimming the wig to a more manageable length.

"There, that's more like it!" Roger put the wig on after pinning his Saiyan hair down as best he could, and looked in the mirror. Roger inspected himself for anything that might give him away, and found nothing. In fact, other than the hair coloring, he looked just as he did as a human.

"Good!" he thought to himself.

Roger got up and tucked his case of whiskey under his arm and flew out the window.

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"Damned Monkeys! How dare they leave us here alone! It's way passed lunch time!" Frigor complained.

"Come now brother, do you really want to eat what they would serve?" Blizia asked.

"Humph! Probably not, but this is rude all the same! I should go and vaporize them all!" Frigor threatened.

"Yeah, right! Did you happen to see the fighting powers that are on this planet on the newly designed ki sensor?" Blizia said.

"Yeah, I did." Frigor hung his head. "How did they get so strong any ways?"

"Apparently "Super Saiyan" is more than a legend." Bliziad smiled.

"Shut up you two!" Articema said. "This place isn't secure."

There came a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Articema yelled.

The door opened and Roger entered with a large cart of food, with the whiskey on a bottom shelf of the cart.

"Forgive our tardiness ambassadors, but there has been a great deal of activity around the palace and no one thought about your lunch until just recently." Roger bowed.

"It's about time dolt!" Bliziad yelled while closing in on the food cart like a cat ready to pounce on a mouse.

"If you will please sit at the table, I will serve you." Roger offered.

Frigor and Bliziad looked at each other for a moment. "Umm... sure." They both joined Articema who was already seated at the table.

"You'll need to overlook my brothers, they were raised by Rowalfs." Articema said.

"Are you kidding? I live with Saiyans. Their eating habits are not to be believed!" Roger chuckled.

"Hehehe.. I've always heard that." Frigor said.

"Say, what are you any ways? " Bliziad clicked his scouter. "You're not Saiyan, you barely register on my scouter at all."

"I'm a human." Roger lied; blessing Gohan for the hours spent refining his control of his ki.

"You humans are pretty weak!" Frigor laughed! "Are you a slave here?"

"No, I just have a really close friend here so I decided to stay." Roger smiled.

"This is all very interesting, but how about that food?" Articema said with no small amount of impatience in her voice.

"Sorry, coming right up!" Roger began filling the icejin's plates and casually took out the first fifth of Jack Daniel's and poured a round for the trio.

Frigor and Bliziad started to dig in when Articema stopped them.

"How do we know you're not trying to poison us?" Articema asked.

"Is it possible to poison an Icejin?" Roger asked with as much sincerity as he could muster. "Okay, let me have your drink." Articema handed Roger her drink and Roger drank it down in one gulp. "I assure you dear lady, if the Saiyans wanted you dead, you'd be dead by now. I doubt that they would need to resort to poison."

Articema thought about that for a second. "Yeah, that makes sense." Then she began to eat. Following her example, her brothers dug in as well. Roger poured Articema another glass of whiskey into a fresh glass.

"I just hope this effects Icejins the same way it effects humans." Roger thought to himself.

"Hey! This stuff is pretty good! Frigor held up his glass for more. What is it?"

"It's called Whiskey, it's made on my home planet by a company called Jack Daniel's." Roger poured Frigor another glass, then refreshed the glasses of the others.

Twenty minutes later Roger had poured out almost three full bottles of the brew and it was having a decidedly strong effect on the Icejins.

Most of the food was gone in a feeding frenzy that would do even Goku proud. Roger figured that it was as good a time as any to start getting information from them.

"So, why did you come to Vegeta?" Roger started.

Bliziad put a finger to his mouth. "Shhhh... Ith's a thecret!" he slurred.

Articema gave Bliziad a momentary sharp look, but couldn't hold on to her anger. "Hahahaha! She started laughing. Yeth, ith's a thecret!" She was about the drunkest of the three. Roger had concentrated efforts on her since she seemed to be the smartest of the group.

"More?" Roger held up the bottle.

All three Icejins held their glasses out, although not real steady.

"I hear you are on a diplomatic mission?" Roger said.

"Hehehehe.. Yeah! Diplomathic. Do we look like diplomaths to you?" Frigor said, then all three of them busted out laughing as if the very thought was hilarious.

"Well, frankly no." Roger said. "So why are you here?"

Bliziad looked at Roger like a small child would if he had a secret he was just dying to tell, but was afraid to. Bliziad pulled Roger down to be face to face. "Can you keep a thecret?"

"Sure, I'm the very best secret keeper on the planet!" Roger said.

Suddenly there was a thump across the table and everyone turned to see a very passed out Articema.

"Ouch! She'll feel that in the morning!" Roger thought.

"She'll be fine." Roger said to the others. "What was that secret?"

"Well, King Frigathor, who my brother ith named after, senth us here to make sure thath the assassin he hired killed King Vegetha, buth we haven't been able to get any sorth of information." Bliziad looked sad at the prospect of going back to King Frigator empy handed.

"Yeah, Frigator isn't going to be ath all happy with us." Frigor said and hung his head.

"An assassin! Oh my! Where was the assassin from?" Roger pushed.

"I don't know, he was some sort of cat man. Frigator said something about him being surgically altered to look like a Saiyan." Bliziad said.

"I know! He was one of the assassins from Felonus. They took over this planet in the Sebris system after their own planet blew up or something." Frigor said.

Another Thump. Bliziad's face hit the table.

"The Sebris system eh?" Roger said.

"Yeth.. Ith's very close to our home planeth." Frigor said.

"Wow, that's good to know. You needn't worry, your secret is safe with me! Oh, and Turles, and Nappa..

Frigor got a puzzled look on his face, then his eyes crossed and Thump! Down to the table he went.

Roger smiled and shook his head. "Alright fellas, I think that's good for a confession. Come and get them.

"The Sebris system eh? Well it seems that if the antidote to that poison is anywhere, it's probably there." Roger thought to himself. "I think the next step is obvious."

Roger used Instant Transmission back to the medical lab which was a beehive of activity. Nappa and Turles were on their way out to arrest the icejins.

"Great job Roger, we recorded the whole thing!" Turles said.as he left.

While Roger was out getting the Icejins drunk, Gohan, Kirillin, Yambia, Gerald, Raditz, Abigail, and Jessica had arrived, Bardock was still there. They had already looked in on Vegeta and Goku and were talking among themselves.

Roger loudly cleared his throat, which drew everyone's attention to him.

Listen everyone, we don't have much time. Vegeta and Goku have very little time. We have to act immediately. We need a team to go to Sebris and see if they have an antidote to the poison that is killing Vegeta.

"The Sebris system!" Bardock exclaimed. "That at least 10 days away with our fastest ship!"

"We won't be using a ship." Roger smiled.

"Well then how will we...." Sudden realization dawned on Bardock's face. "Wait a minute! Don't you need to lock onto a ki before you can do that transmission thing?"

"I will. According to the Icejins, the Sebris system is somewhere close to their home planet. I will lock onto the ki's in that area and teleport until I find the Cat People. Surely there can't be that many people with high fighting powers around there. I'll start with the strongest kis, and work down."

"This is risky you know. Not everyone breathes oxygen." Bardock warned.

"Are you saying you're not going?" Roger challenged.

"Wha? No! Of course I'm going! That's my son in there fighting for his life as well as my king!" Bardock looked hurt that anyone would even ask.

"I'm going too!" Gerald said

"I don't know Gerald, this may be a tough fight." Roger said concerned.

"But dad!" Gerald began.

Roger looked into the boys eyes. He never seen it before, but his son was a true warrior, and these years of peace bored the boy. He never showed it before, but the thought of a real fight excited Gerald to an almost frenzied state. Gerald had hung on every word when Gohan told the story of their struggles with Frieza, Cell, and Buu. Roger didn't realize why Gerald made Gohan tell the stories again, and again, until now.

"Ok son, you're in." Roger smiled.

"Ok, that's three, anyone else?" Roger asked.

Raditz and Jessica stepped forward. Raditz may not have been Jessica's biological father, but you wouldn't guess it just by looking at them. Their body language, their stance, their graceful warrior movements were the same. It was quite obvious that Jessica had come to adore Raditz, and Raditz to adore his daughter, although he may be too stubborn to admit it.

"Count us in!" Jessica beamed.

"Gohan?" Roger asked.

"As much as I would like to, I have to decline." Gohan said.

Bardock looked at his grandson sharply.

"Bardock, please try and understand. When the rest of the Saiyans were resurrected, they came back at the age they died at. I on the other hand have been getting older and older. I'm also only half Saiyan. My power has diminished greatly, I run the school and teach, but that's about as much as I can manage these days. I was happy when Gerald came and got us because the flight here would have exhausted me." Gohan averted his eyes.

Gerald looked at Gohan with grim determination. "It's okay Master Gohan, we'll get that antidote!"

Gohan looked at his pupil, reached out and ruffled his hair. "I know you will sport!"

Kirillin stepped forward. "Count me in as well."

"What about 18?" Roger asked.

"She can't go right now." Kirillin said

"Why not?" Bardock asked.

"Well, she's (mumble, mumble) Kirillin averted his eyes.

"What was that Kirillin?" Roger pressed.

"She's pregnant!" Kirillin blurted out.

"Kirillin! You dog!!" Bardock grabbed the smaller man in a headlock!

"Ok, I think that we have a full team." Roger said.

"Shouldn't we pack some food or prepare a bit?" Kirillin said.

"No, we won't starve to death in the little time that Vegeta and Goku have left. We just don't have the time to spare." Roger said worriedly.

"He's right." Bardock confirmed releasing his grip on Kirillin.

"Raditz!" Abigail exclaimed and ran into her husband's arms. "You keep each other safe, do you hear me?" she scolded.

"C'mon woman! You're embarrassing us!" Raditz teased. "Of course we'll keep each other safe. How do you Earthlings put it? We got each other's back!"

Abigail smiled and left Raditz side.

Yambia was standing across from Roger, Yambia had wanted to go, but Roger telepathically asked her not to so he could spend some time alone with Gerald. They looked into each other's eyes in total understanding.

"Alright then, everyone make contact. Ready? Here we go!" Roger put two finders to his head concentrated for a few long seconds, and they all disappeared.