Disclaimer and Warnings: You know the drill, I don't own anything, this isn't for profit. Warnings include swearing, general dark stuff, nothing new yet.

Author's Notes: WAAAAAHHHHHHHH! I'm soooooo sorry! I've been buried in school work, I really had no concept of how long it had been since I last wrote a chapter!!! Yeeee.....
This chapter is written a little differently in the second half of it, during flashbacks thoughts are denoted by //.
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Chapter 6: Findings

On Earth . . . .

Kuririn had known when they had made a firm decision to go after the Dragonballs that it wasn't going to be easy. After all, they could be anywhere on Earth, even the in the bases of Frezia's army.

Of course, he hadn't thought they would need to invade an enemy stronghold the day after they found out the Dragonballs were still around either.

Plans to start the search had come to a screeching halt when Kuririn had noticed a fundamental problem.

They didn't know how to find the Dragonballs.

A quick question told them that Piccolo didn't know where they were either. Luckily Tien had remembered that Bulma had made a Dragon Radar to locate the balls. That was wonderful, they even knew where the Dragon Radar was.

Too bad the Dragon Radar is still inside Capsule Corporations.

There were two problems with that. The first was simply that Capsule Corporations was huge. Literally the place was a maze of living quarters, offices, board rooms, the occasional Hoi-Poi Capsule factory and research labs. Even assuming that nothing had been changed since Kuririn had last been there - a big assumption - the Dragon Radar itself could be just about anywhere in that mess.

The second problem was the one that bothered Kuririn even more. Capsule Corporations was being used as a research faculty by Frezia's people.

Wonderful, Kuririn thought dryly from his post behind a bush. Just wonderful, a host of people working for Frezia, some even willingly, and a platoon of military trained guards to protect them.

How are we going to get in and out without raising an alarm?

"Hey, what's that symbol that all the guard's are wearing? I can't place it." Yajirobi whispered, interrupting Kuririn's thoughts.

"Huh?" He looked back at the entrance guards, wondering what Yajirobi was talking about. I still can't believe so many humans sided with Frezia. Scared I guess. Squinting Kuririn finally noticed what Yajirobi had already seen. A symbol shaped like a red bow-tie with two white R's in it.

Kuririn choked back laughter, This might not be so difficult after all.

Turning to his companions Kuririn grinned, "Guys, I have a plan."


Deep inside Capsule Corps two figures, a boy and a girl, watched from a view screen as two humans, a human with three-eyes and an alien with green skin waltzed through the front doors. All four were wearing an older style of the getup worn by Frezia's people, marking them as full soldiers.

"Those idiots let them through without asking questions," commented the boy idly. He was by appearance a teenager with straight black hair cut just below the chin. Yet the indifference in his eyes and voice spoke of him being something a little more.

"You expected something different?" retorted the girl as she examined her nails. She, too, seemed to be a teenager, with blonde hair slightly longer than the boy's and cold blue eyes that looked right past you.

"Huh," a smirk wound its way onto the boy's face. "Well, as long as they're here I may as well find out what they want. And have a little fun along the way. You coming with, Juuhachigou?"

Juuhachigou glanced back at the view screen where the intruders could be seen attempting to figure out what to do next. To her amusement she noticed one of the human's was both completely bald and incredibly short. Definitely not with Frezia's army.

"It's something to do besides listen to you complain that you're bored."

"I am bored. There's nothing to do around here since we got rid of Gero."

"Fine. Let's go welcome the guests, Juunanagou."



On Vegeta . . . .

Vaguely the King of Saiya-jin's wondered how, exactly, he had ended up in a bar at six in the morning. A bar with the rather interesting name of The Deadman's Haven none the less.

Hell, for that matter, how did I end up sneaking out with a slave, and then spending the night talking to that same slave . . . That same very beautiful, very intelligent, wonderful. . .

Vejita decided not to follow that train of thought. It also occurred to him that he should probably head back to the palace before he was missed. That idea was vetoed without conscious effort. In fact, it vanished into thin air when he glanced at his companion.

She's beautiful . . . .

*Flashback*

// She's beautiful // was Vejita's first thought upon seeing the woman who trialed along behind Kabaji. Despite the too-big lab coat and hair that was falling down after what had obviously been a long day, she was still drop-dead gorgeous. Her body was curved in all the right places, her skin was the colour of cream, her hair was an incredible shade of blue.

On some whim he could barely understand he ordered Kabaji to leave. It was then he made his first mistake; he looked into the eyes that were staring at him.

// Blue. The same shade as her hair // he noted in a daze. However, it was the spirit, the fire in them that was hypnotic. Those eyes drew him in, giving him the sense that he was lost somewhere in their depths.

Somehow he managed to grab hold of himself enough to smirk at her in his usual manner.

All his problems and worries seemed to vanish as temper leaped to match the fire in her eyes. It seemed she disliked being laughed at, which struck him as so funny he started laughing out loud.

That was his second mistake.

*End Flashback*

That incident had escalated into a verbal fight that was, essentially, about nothing. It had ended rather abruptly when she seemed to realize that she, a slave, was fighting with a Saiya-jin.

For his part, Vejita had realized three things. Firstly, she had no clue who or what he was. Secondly, no one had ever really disagreed or fought with him. Sure, they had sparred with him when he required a sparring partner, but not once had anyone ever disputed his opinions or will. Thirdly, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the challenge this spitfire of a human slave presented to him as an intellectual equal.

After the rather abrupt end to their fight they had stood in silence for a few moments before one of them - Vejita couldn't recall which - had pointed out that standing in the middle of the hallway might not be the best idea, even if it was a deserted one for the most part.

Rightfully they should have parted ways. Yet . . .

*Flashback*

"You know, if you want to continue our fight we should probably do it outside the palace," the young woman pointed out.

Vejita was quiet for a moment, "We would have to sneak out."

An elegant eyebrow arched but she didn't ask why.

"Well. . . ." she seemed to hesitate, "There is something I've been working on that could disguise us . . . It could use a test run. Would that help?"

*End flashback*

She had been talking about a holo-scouter. They had grabbed hooded cloaks for them both, she had divested herself of the lab coat and then hooked the holo-scouter over Vejita's ear and pushed a button. After making sure the disguise was functioning (something the scientist gushed over), they had left the palace. In fact, they had simply walked out the front door, no questions asked.

They had walked in relative silence before agreeing to go into The Deadman's Haven. Once there they turned off the holo-scouter - it was dark and dingy enough inside that the cloak hid Vejita well. Surprisingly though, they didn't start their fight again. Instead they had talked long into the night (the establishment was open all hours of the day), occasionally getting food and drink.

Which explained why Vejita was now sitting in the same booth they had sat in when they had first come in, staring at the most amazing woman he had ever met.

A woman who thought he was a palace guard named Vega. It was a lie he had made up when she asked what his name was; after all, they weren't likely to spend any more time together, and it was better she didn't know who he was. She probably wouldn't believe him anyway.

Those fabulous blue eyes glanced at the window and grew wide upon seeing the sun trying to come up.

"We need to go. Now. I have to be back, or I'll be in real trouble," she stated in a panic.

He didn't want to, but he left, giving her back the holo-scouter and agreeing not to tell anyone about it before parting ways.

Later that morning as he sat in a council meeting, Vejita's mind kept wandering. Kept going back to the night he'd spent talking with a beautiful, intelligent scientist-slave with fire in her eyes.

A human female named Bulma.