Articema slowly woke up to a world of hurt. Icejins are rarely ill, but her first impulse was to throw up. She followed that impulse.

"Ooohhhh! My stomach! What happened?" Articema tried to get her eyes to focus, and with a bit of concentration, succeeded.

"What is this place?" She looked around and finally focused on a door, with bars across a small window about ¾'s of the way up.

"What? We're in a cell! I've been arrested?!!?! Who dares this effrontery!" Articema was in full rage, which did nothing but worsen the terrible pounding in her head. She turned around and spied her brothers, still blissfully asleep.

"Get the hell up!" Articema screamed as she delivered a resounding kick to the ribs of Bliziad and Frigor.

"Ow!! Damned! Why did you...." A funny look suddenly came over the male Icejin's faces, and then they both turned and puked their guts out for what seemed like a long time. Finally they were reduced to dry heaves.

"You idiots! Have you not noticed that we are in a prison cell?" Articema yelled.

"What? Why? What's going on here?" Bliziad inquired.

"I don't know, but I intend to find out right now!" Articema charged up a moderately powerful ki attack, and sent it blazing at the door.

The blast hit the door, and was absorbed into the door, floor, and surrounding walls. A shimmering force field flickered into sight for the half a second it took to absorb the energy.

"What? Impossible! Ok, more power then!" Not wanting to take any chances, Articema powered up to 100% and gathered her most powerful attack.

The blast hit with the exact same results as the first.

Articema stood, with her jaw hanging slack, not believing what her eyes just perceived.

Frigor and Bliziad had recovered enough to power up as well, although the higher they powered up, the fiercer the pounding in their heads became.

All three Icejins powered up another blast.

The room absorbed the energy with no signs of fatigue.

Now all three Icejins stood staring at the door with their mouths open.

Bliziad decided that if an energy attack wouldn't work, he'd try a physical attack. Bliziad charged the door and with a yell, tried to kick the door in.

The force field flickered again and threw Bliziad back across the room to lie at Articema's feet.

"You know, you might as well just sit down and get comfortable. That room was designed to hold a Super Saiyan Level Three if need be. You guys are no were near that power level." Bulma said over the intercom. She had been watching them on a hidden video camera for the last few minutes.

"Who are you? What are we here? We've committed no crime!" Articema demanded.

"Oh, the perhaps you've forgotten about your confession?" Bulma smiled.

"What confession?" Frigor looked confused.

"Your confession to conspiracy to commit murder. Don't you remember?" Bulma answered.

"What?" Articema exclaimed.

"Here, let me refresh your memory then." Bulma reached over and flipped a switch, which started a playback of Roger's time with them earlier. When it was finished, Articema glared daggers at her brothers.

"Just couldn't keep your big mouths shut, could you!" She screamed and fired a ki blast at them. Fortunately for them the attack was stopped and absorbed into the ceiling and floor before it hit them.

"Honesty! We don't remember a thing!" Both brothers exclaimed.

"You two are so dead when we get out of here!" Articema yelled.

"If you get out of there." Bulma smirked. "These are serious charges."

"Look, could you have someone come and clean up in here? We all got sick from whatever that crap was that we were served last night!" Articema asked. "The stench is putrid!"

"Sure.." Bulma reached over and pushed a few buttons and in the cell a panel slide aside revealing a small utility closet. From the closet, a rack slid out revealing an assortment of mops, brooms, dustpans, and a bucket full of hot, soapy water. Then the panel slid closed again.

"When you are done cleaning up your mess, replace the equipment on the rack." Bulma said.

"You expect us to.. to.. clean?? Bliziad said.

"Of course. There are no slaves on this planet. You have to clean up after yourself, or suffer with the stench." Bulma smiled. "Your choice."

"Grrrrr...." Articema growled, but went over and looked at the rack of cleaning supplies. She tentatively reached out and took one of the mops.

"How do you use this thing?" She asked.

"You'll figure it out. That will keep you busy and out of trouble for a while." Bulma switched off the intercom and chuckled, she then went back to the task at hand. Finding an antidote for the poison raging through her husband's body.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Out on a lonely plateau, on a planet in Vegeta's mindscape, Goku was fighting forces more powerful than he ever encountered before. He couldn't see them, or hear them, but he could feel them. And they were trying to rip Vegeta away from him. He didn't understand how he got here, or why, or really much of anything having to do with his current situation. All he knew was that he had Vegeta in his arms and he wasn't going to let him be taken with out a fight. Trouble was, that it seemed that both of them were being slowly dragged somewhere, but again, he didn't know how or why. He did know that it was evil. Something evil was behind all of this.

"K-K-Kakkarot....." Vegeta stammered.

"Vegeta! Don't talk! Save your strength." Kakkarot warned.

"W-What happened? Where a-a-are we?" Vegeta tried to look around.

"I don't know! One minute I was eating my breakfast, the next I was here with you." Goku sighed.

"I-I feel so weak. I can't generate any k-ki" Vegeta said. "I can't e-even m-move."

"I know, it's okay Vegeta. We've been in tough scraps before." Goku smiled reassuringly.

"I d-don't k-know where we are g-going, but I know that if we g-g-get there we'll both d-die." Vegeta observed.

Goku also felt that this was true.

"Let me g-go K-Kakkarot!" Vegeta weakly started struggling.

"I can't do that Vegeta!" Goku held fast to Vegeta.

"No! D-Don't you s-see? I'm the one that is being p-pulled Y-You can go b-back!" Vegeta was still struggling.

"I will not leave you Vegeta! Now be still and save your energy!" Goku demanded. "You must have faith!"

Vegeta's struggles abruptly stopped as he lost consciousness again.

Goku looked down at his long time rival turned friend. "Please Vegeta, have faith! Somehow we will get through this!"

Goku dug in his heels and tried to pull Vegeta back with him.

"I... will.... not.... let..... you.... go!"

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

At the very far end of the eastern quadrant of the universe, Roger and crew phased back into existence in a lush, green valley forest.

"What is this place?" Bardock asked.

"Don't know, but this is where I felt the strongest ki's other than the Icejins themselves." Roger answered.

"I sense them too father." Gerald said. Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I feel them in that direction." Raditz jumped into the air followed closely by Jessica and the rest of the team.

"By the way dad, why are you still wearing that wig, and those contacts?" Gerald couldn't suppress a smirk.

"Oh... I'd clean forgotten about it." Roger looked at his son and smiled. "Do you like me like this?"

"Well, no, not really." Gerald said.

Roger removed the wig and stuffed it into his pocket. The contacts would have to wait for a more opportune moment.

"There's a town." Jessica suddenly pointed.

Everyone flew in and landed in what looked to be a public square. There was no one in sight.

"That's so weird. I can feel ki levels all around me but I can't see a soul!" Jessica said.

"Yeah, like we landed in a city of ghosts or something!" Raditz said. "Kind of spooky!"

Roger had to agree. He felt numerous kis, some quite powerful, but couldn't see a thing. He felt a ki so close in fact that if he reached out, he could touch it!

Roger reached his hand out and did make contact with something solid!

"Hey!" A disembodied voice yelled as Roger staggered back from what felt like a punch to his jaw.

"They're invisible!" Jessica yelled.

All at once, all of the team members found themselves the center of a barrage of kicks and punches from unseen sources.

"Concentrate everyone! They have ki, you can feel them coming in!" Bardock yelled.

Roger caught one in what felt like a stomach, and kicked another one away.

Just as suddenly as it begun, the attack ceased.

"So, you can sense us some how." A deep disembodied voice said.

"Apparently." Raditz smirked. He had his arm around an unseen neck in a headlock. Sound of "Let me go!" could be heard.

"You are Saiyans, aren't you?" The voice queried.

"Yes!" Gerald exclaimed.

"We heard that you had been destroyed."

"Obviously we survived." Bardock said.

"Obviously. You're also far more powerful than we remember." The voice observed.

"We are here investigating a crime. We mean you no harm unless you are the ones we seek. Show yourselves and let's dispense with the chit-chat. We are on a very limited schedule!" Roger blurted out impatiently.

There was a small pause.

"Very well, seeing as I sense that you could destroy us regardless of our visibility then we will show ourselves." The voice answered.

Where a moment before there was nothing but an empty public square, and empty streets and homes, hundreds of people suddenly sprang into being. Each one manipulating a device around their waist.

Raditz found himself holding a humanoid creature with no hair, and three eyes.

"They look just like Tien!!" Kirillin exclaimed.

"Who?" Bardock asked.

"Tien! A friend of ours back on Earth!" Kirillin exclaimed. "King Vegeta, Goku, and I know him well. Look!"

Kirillin pulled out a wallet from his battle armor and flipped through some yellowing pictures until he came to a picture of himself, before he allowed his hair to grow, Chaoutzu, and Tien.

Roger took a look and gave a low whistle. "That guy lives on Earth?"

"Yeah, and he's a strong fighter too." Kirillin answered.

In the meantime, the person that originally addressed them had walked up and stood waiting for them to finish their conversation.

"Well, at least they're polite." Roger thought.

"Excuse me, do you recognize this man?" Roger took Kirillin's wallet and poked it out in the direction of the being in front of him.

The man looked at the photo and all the blood drained from his face. "It cannot be! It's the lost prince!"

The man immediately kneeled before the photograph before him.

"Umm... What is this about?" Roger asked.

"Please, please forgive our rudeness! My name is Korlos. Please come with me and I will explain everything." Korlos rose and started walking to the inner part of the town.

Korlos started talking. "Almost 400 years ago, our planet was attacked by the Icejins."

"Seems like there's a lot of that going around." Bardock frowned.

"Yes, it was devestating. Almost 80% of our people were wiped out in the first three hours. We were not warriors then, but scientists. The Icejins spared the brightest of us for use in their own labs. They wanted to know what we knew about genetics." Korlos explained.

"Genetics?" Raditz asked.

"Genes are the basic building blocks of all living creatures father. Knowing the Icejins they wanted to be able to manipulate genes." Jessica explained.

"Precisely!" Korlos exclaimed. "And they did, making themselves the strongest beings in the universe."

"So how did your race survive here?" Roger asked.

"Our invisibility belts had just been developed. It was just a prototype mind you, but we tried to make and distribute as many as we could. Unfortunately only a bit over 20% of our people were able to hide. They didn't have ki-detectors in those days either. We have been worried that if they come back, they will know we are here." Korlos shook his head sadly. "Here we are!"

Korlos turned another corner and entered a large, squat building. "This is The Hall of Kings." Korlos announced. Everyone in the group collectively gasped. There, on the far wall, hung a huge picture of Tien. He was dressed in Royal garb, sitting on a huge throne.

"Tien?" Kirillin finally managed to gasp.

"No, it's his father. King Sarmen III." Korlos announced proudly. "He was killed during the battle with the Icejins.

"Then Tien is your heir apparent to the throne." Roger stated.

"Yes, he was launched into space just before the Icejin's attacked. When we looked for him on the planet we programmed the ship to take him to, he wasn't there. The ship must have gotten knocked off course some how." Korlos explained. "And you know where he is. You are heroes!"

"Okay, that's fine, but as I mentioned before, we are on a very tight time schedule. Lives depend on our speed. We need to know something." Roger said.

"Anything! Anything at all!" Korlos bowed deeply.

"We are looking for what might be left of a race of assassins, they would be feline." Roger said.

"Yes!" Korlos spit "They occupy a planet three systems over. Their original homeworld was blown up a thousand years ago! Since then they serve the Icejins." Korlos spit again. "They are disgusting!"

Roger stretched out his ki senses and the only strong ki he felt was within two systems. But it was dampened some how. Roger could feel part of it, but not all of it. He didn't feel it at all from Vegetasei. It felt very odd.

Korlos, we must leave now, and you must trust us. We will return with more news of your missing prince, but right now lives are at stake.

Korlos's three eyes looked at Roger's two eyes appraisingly.

"I trust you." Korlos said after seeing that there was no deception in them. "But if you don't come back, I will come looking for you."

"It's a deal." Roger smiled and offered his hand to shake.

Korlos looked at his hand, and realized that a response was required poked out his own hand. Roger shook the alien's hand vigorously.

"This is how we seal a deal where I come from." Roger said.

"It's done then." Korlos smiled.

"Okay everyone, grab on and be prepared for anything." Roger said.

Kirillin grabbed on, but was deep in thought. "Tien is almost 400 years old?" The ex-monk said to himself.

Bardock overheard him. "Not necessarily. Space has numerous time slips and vortices. His ship could have encountered one that shot him into the future a few hundred years. It's hard to tell what might have knocked his ship off course."

"Oh. Makes sense I guess. I don't know very much about space flight." Kirillin said.

"It comes with experience. On Vegetasei, there are several star charts which have marked areas to avoid unless you want to emerge 10,000 years in the future, or get sucked up by a worm hole, or get lost in a quantum singularity." Bardock smiled. If you're curious, perhaps we can find out what Tien's original destination was and try and track it along to see what might have happened."

"No, I guess it's just enough to know that Tien made it to Earth safely." Kirillin smiled. "Somehow, I doubt that him being off course was just a cosmic accident."

Kirillin remembered the Ultimate Ki, and some of the things he said about destiny.

"Okay, here we go!" Roger and the team disappeared again.

Korlos was left wondering how they did that, and if he'd ever seen a blue eyed Saiyan before.