DISCLAIMER:  It's nearly 5am and I can't think of anything to write in the disclaimer so I'll just keep it short.  I don't own DB/Z/GT…. Not even a little bit.

Authory bit:  I don't make it a big deal to go on and on about receiving reviews, mainly because I hardly deal out ones myself… (although I am a little more frequently now).  But whoever reads this, I would really like to know what yous think…  I hope that's not asking too much…  ^_^

Italics are my thoughts – internal and external.
~ Squiggles are my characters thought-speech ~
"Normal Talking Dialogue."
And non-fancified text is my characters thoughts (non-conversational ones.. which can still be picked up by me if I'm listening in – annoying eh?)  and actions, etc.

Voices (In One's Head) by `InSaNe`/Schizophrenic Eggplant

Part 3:  Visions of the Past – Of Dreams and Discovery         –        Chapter 8:  The Mission Begins.

The sole scream of a newborn alerts me to head for my course at more than just my cruise-speed.  The occasion has arisen.  Things are going to get messy in a short while, from my perspective.  For once, although not entirely my own wishes, I am to take an interest in one particular individual whose existence in normal circumstances - like those of the seemingly infinite populace of my expansive universe - would expire in the time it takes for me to blink an eye.  This individual has now begun his existence, and it is anything But normal.  Fate, not of my own choosing, has designed it that way.  She has made it an instinct, woven it into my being, to seek out this babe, and watch over him as he grows, not interfering yet, just observing.  Not interfering until the time is right. 

Deliberately concentrating to slow down how I naturally perceive time, which I find a total strain, I close in on the red globe of Planet Pla.. Vegeta.  Silly name.. sounds like a garden, but it has a ring to it which isn't as boring as it's previous nomenclature.. still much to weak a name for all I give the Saiyajin credit for, being one myself, although not of natural birth. 

I make a mental note of the small round pods leaving and entering the planets atmosphere.  I make a detour around the circumference and discover there is one base where the pods leave in groups of 5 at the most, and returned sometimes individually, some of the pods looking worse for wear and overused;  and another base where shiny new pods leave intermittently.  I zoom in for a closer look, assuming an invisible form for the time being.   There are symbols written on the roof of the base, a combination of the archaic Saiyajin language - in which I am Reasonably fluent in, and the standard interplanetary lingo.  I puzzle over the symbols and attempt the translation in my head, mulling the symbols around until I come up with something which sounds right, but still doesn't make a lot of sense to me.

Birthing and Infant Dispatch Station

I know it is a bother, but I feel I must ask the alien woman living in my head what this means.  She has thankfully left me to my own devices, but I am much too used to the macroscopic view of things... It seems to me she has her finger on the pulse of this particular planet, so I really have no other alternative.

~ Woman.. are you there? *mental prod* ~

In the void in my mind which she occupied, rhythmic snoring could be heard.

~ Hey!!!!! ~  *harder prod*

Yuh.. sleeping... whah..?  Thought you want.. me leave you 'lone....

~ I just need a quick answer to a question.  What is an Infant Dispatch Station?  Apart from the obvious. ~

Ahh.. easy.  When Saiyajin are born - if they show a promising battle power, they will be brought up on this planet, training under whatever class their power designates them.  If they are too powerless for a class, they are sent to weak planets to destroy their inhabitants on the night of a full moon, when.. babies or not... well, you should know the rest.  They cause massive destruction no matter what their age is, if they are born with a meagre battle power, say of around 2, their transformation bumps it up to 2000, enough to easily rid it's inhabitants.  It saves the older soldiers the wasted efforts of such a simple and minimal task enabling them to concentrate their powers on foe which offer more resistance. 

~ Ahh.. understand now.  Very resourceful. ~

It was Frieza's idea..

~ Frieza's here?? Where's the little thing hiding..? ~

He's not hiding anywhere.. his ship is right above you, and to the right a bit.

I look where she has directed me to, and sure enough there is a small disk-shaped ship with insectoid legs situated around its circumference.

~ Androgynous-'boy' is doing quite well for himself isn't it? ~

That's one of his fathers..

~ So it's on the ship then? ~

No.. Frieza is on the planet.  Like he was going to miss the birth of one of his greatest investments.. I've got a funny feeling he'll be hanging around for a little while... Isn't this fun, I'll get to see the whole plot unfold!  Good thing you woke me when you did!!  Or do you want me to go away again...

~ Yes.. I mean.. well, you could translate things when I need it.  I don't know what your capable of yet so don't try anything with my body.. I don't trust you fully as it is.. ~

Yeah yeah.. well.. I'll be in the background.. I won't interfere... (unless it's completely necessary)..

~ So.. the target of Your interest is where.. in here?  He's just been born hasn't he... ~

No.. oh.. I forgot to mention, he won't be anywhere in this building.  You see that giant behemoth of architecture surrounded by those hills and fronting on to the fortified area with lots of little small buildings?  That's where he is.

~ He lives in there?  His parents must be important.  They aren't exactly slumming it are they? ~

Oh.. his parents are important...

~ Yeah? ~

Yeah.  Only the King and Queen of their race, ho-hum.  Which reminds me, I've always wanted to know what happened to the queen.  Her existence, or rather lack thereof, is shrouded in mystery...

~ So.. we're in fact dealing with royalty.  At least that should be interesting.. ~

More than you'll ever believe... lets go to the castle and see what's happening..

~ We've missed the birth I know that much.. ~

Yeah that's a little disappointing but hey we can check out the new Prince though, right?

~ Isn't that what we're here for? ~

Yeah!!! So lets go!!

At a close-up castle is a gigantic white towering monolith, with one main spire piercing  the blood red sky, and 5 smaller ones spanning out from the centre in a star shape, connected by long straight corridors, and linked to each other by conjoining covered walkways surrounded by gardens and lush foliage of desert plants.   To me, I just pass it off as just a structure of inhabitancy, but judging from the assault of emotions of wonderment and awe, my counterpart does not think the same thing.

Its... utterly.. breathtaking.  It radiates power... very phallic indeed, very regal, very Vegeta..

~ I guess they're not into the ornate-ness of detailed architecture.. but it is a step up from the stone huts and caves they used to dwell in.. ~

Well... races do evolve with time, although the Saiyajin have had a little assistance thanks to space travel..

~ Quite.  Well, I think you've done enough admiring, its not getting the job done is it? ~

Yes, you're right.  There's no time like the present.

I disengage myself from my perch on top of the main spire, and plummet towards the ground, landing gracefully before the unguarded arched entranceway.  Through this, there is a very formal-looking reception area.  There are doors intermittently at each side of this lobby, and 2 white heavy double doors, both of which sport the shiny red royal Vegeta coat of arms, must lead to the throne room.  Still in my invisible form, I pass through, un-noticed by the two surly-looking (normal) armoured guards. 

Sensing for the presence of life once inside these doors, I find none in what I deem to be a safe perimeter.  It seems the royal family and most of the castle staff are otherwise occupied for the moment  I choose to discard my invisibility and become solid, yet silent as a spectre.  To enhance my stealth, I shroud myself in a dark purple cloak with a deep cowl.  I guess even in this guise I would be noticeable, but it suits my stature in things.

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Sorry about the abrupt ending but I had to finish it there…  you'll see why… maybe..