Chapter 1: The Ultimate 5 Saiyans


Somewhere a whole way from our planet Earth, was a planet inhabited by creatures much like us Humans, but they called themselves 'Saiyans'. They looked extremely human, with exception for the monkey-like tail. Long ago, the planet had been called Plant-sei and was ruled by another race that lived on the planet. They were also humanoid, but they were smaller. The Saiyans began to form a threat to this race, also known as the Tsufurin, as the Saiyans tried to get into Tsufurin cities. So, they threatened to wipe out the Saiyans if they didn't stay on their own part of the planet.

You could guess that the Saiyans weren't happy about this. They kept quiet for a few years, under the command of their pack-leader, Veldock Vegeta. The Vegetas had ruled the troop for almost a hundred years already, and it would stay that way. The Saiyans accepted them as their leader.

Veldock ordered them to keep quiet for now, because he had an idea. And so, the Saiyans waited, pretending to stay away. However, on one night, Veldock finally gave the Saiyans the signal, and they attacked. Many Saiyans were injured, but when the clouds removed themselves from the sky, revealing a piercing white orb in the sky, the tables turned. The Saiyans roared to the moon, and transformed into monsters unlike anything.

The Tsufurin became extinct, and the Saiyans began ruling the planet. They rebuilt it, and sent a few baby-Saiyans to other planets to protect those, to, hopefully, gain the planet's trust. Most Saiyans mated with one of the natives of the planet, creating hybrids of different kinds. Weird part was, this indeed improved the trust people had in the Saiyan Kingdom. The hybrids seemed to be a lot stronger than the normal Saiyans though, and some even learned how to create machines the planet had never seen before.

Two of the most familiar hybrid families were Greadon and Milen. The Greadon familiar was known for their ultimate strength, and the Milen family was known for its knowledge. However, no matter how hard people may try, things will always go wrong one way or another.


With a heavy sigh, the curly black haired woman turned to face the window. She walked over and looked outside. No one would've thought that she of all people would be chosen as the future Queen of Vegeta-sei, the new name of their home-planet. But then again, it did make a little sense. After all, she was a Greadon, so she had an amazing amount of strength. Her older brother had taught her just about everything, because their parents were dead.

Rosicheena Anaia Greadon was her name, but she was now to be called Rosicheena Vegeta. It kind of freaked her out. She sighed and fingered a loose strand of hair. She was twenty, and that was rather young compared to the Prince of Saiyans. She had black eyes, and coal black hair, like her father. Her hair was really long, and reached her knees easily. She was lucky that it didn't grow any further, or she would've tripped over it.

'Damnit! Why me? Why did I have to be the upcoming Queen?!' she asked herself, one hand on her belly. 'Yeah, and pretty soon, this here will turn into a beachball!'

Yes, she was already pregnant, and the next Prince of Saiyans was already nestled into her womb. 'Ah whatever! I'll find a way to escape this place!' she thought with a smirk.

"Excuse me, Princess Rosicheena," a familiar voice rang out through the room, and Rosicheena turned around.

She smiled broadly.

"Elvor!! What are you doing here?!" she asked her brother standing there.

Elvor was a total different picture than Rosicheena. His hair was a blood-ruby red, spiked upward with the use of something he called 'styling-gel', and his eyes were emerald green, and his ears had sharp points on them. Elvor was one of the few Saiyans whom used a sword, and Elvor was the best. Unlike other Saiyans, he wore spandex without sleeves, because he didn't want to wash the blood out of it every time. Also, when he returned from battle, his arms were covered in blood up to his shoulders. He looked like 24, but he was actually nearing 40.

He smirked back at his sister, but then let it drop and said: "There's some guy named Perco who desires to talk to you. I don't know what he wants, he didn't tell me."

Rosicheena nodded, and told Elvor to show him in, but she also asked him to stay in the room. The man walking into the room was about 20, 25, and was a hybrid. Easy to tell by the fact that he had blond hair and pitch black eyes.

"So, you're Perco," Rosicheena said, more like a statement than a question.

"Yes, your highness, that would be me," Perco said with a cool nod.

"What exactly is it that you want from me?" Rosicheena asked.

"As you might know, hybrid Saiyans have special capabilities a full-blood Saiyan could never possess," Perco started.

"Yes, I already knew that, but continue," Rosicheena said.

"If there was a way to create Saiyans with powers beyond that of a hybrid Saiyan, what do you think would happen?"

"I wouldn't know. But I don't understand what you're trying to get to."

Elvor watched and listened silently, already having an idea what Perco was plotting.

"Well, I just so happen to know a way to do something like that."

Rosicheena's eyes widened in shock.

"And exactly what does it take to make these Saiyans?" Elvor suddenly asked.

"Not much," Perco said, looking at Elvor. "Just some Saiyan embryos."

Elvor snorted.

"I don't believe that people will be all that glad to lose a child," Elvor pointed out.

"Yes, I agree on that," Rosicheena said. "For your information, Perco, I am with child as well, and I wouldn't dare to be separated of it. So I suggest you find some other place to sell your idea to."

Perco seemed a little steamed, before it was gone.

"As you wish, your highness," he said with a small bow, before leaving the room.

Once he was gone, Elvor turned to Rosicheena.

"Although I wouldn't want people to lose their child, it would be rather neat to see something like that, don't you think?" he asked.

"Yes, I know. But I don't trust that man. If only we knew someone who----"

The two siblings instantly thought of the same thing at the same time, and smirked.


A black haired, sapphire eyed scientist in indigo lab coat walked into the room.

"You summoned me, your highness," he asked politely.

Rosicheena turned from the window, and smiled.

"Ah! Tricitrius. Yes, I did. I called you here because I need some help."

Tricitrius nodded and listened to the Princess.

"Hmmm…"

Tricitrius had one arm around his waist and his other hand on his chin, and he was clearly thinking.

"Yes, I might be able to think of something. Though I'll be needing some hybrid newborns. I know you do not appreciate that, but I don't know anything else."

Rosicheena was silent for a moment.

"You won't harm them will you?"

Tricitrius shook his head.

"No, you know me better than that. And furthermore, I think my mate would enjoy this news. You know how she is, she works with kids all the time, and she would kill me if I'd hurt one of them."

They both laughed about that, knowing it was true.

"Speaking of kids, how's Anja doing?" Rosicheena asked.

"She's doing fine," Tricitrius said.


Time went by, and the Prince of Saiyans was finally born. Veldock Vegeta XXIII was there with the Queen, grasping her hand. Elvor was also there, in a corner, watching his sister bare the heir to the Saiyan Kingdom. Tricitrius' mate, Azanka, was helping the Queen, but all that was on Elvor's mind, was what Tricitrius had said about a month ago.

Elvor had found him in one of the hallways, and had asked: "Hey, how'd your mate like the idea?"

Tricitrius had sighed and said: "Oh, she loved it! But for some reason, she wanted me to do something for her, so I did. I'm afraid she'll be leaving the planet for awhile. She has things to take care off, and she wants me to be there with her. What a sad state of affairs."

Indeed it had been. And tomorrow, the two of them would leave the planet, but they still had no idea what to do about their project. Elvor's thoughts were cut off by the crying of a small Saiyan infant. He looked up, and noticed that Rosicheena was now holding a baby in her arms. He looked a lot like his father, but Elvor couldn't really care.

He still didn't know what to do.


Elvor easily stepped aside and allowed the three-year-old Prince to trip over his foot. Vegeta fell flat on his face, but he stood up pretty quick.

"Hey! No fair!" he shouted, causing Elvor to chuckle.

"You should know by now," Elvor said, before fading in in-front of the Prince, and kneeing him to his stomach, "that I don't play fair!"

With that, Elvor stepped back, allowing the Prince to drop.

"Your punches still come half a second too late and your wrists aren't turned properly. You're far too slow. I can read your every move, Vegeta," Elvor lectured once the boy was back to his feet.

"That's only because we train so much! We've been training together for the past year!" Vegeta pointed out.

Elvor smirked and scratched the back of his head.

"And here I thought I was a genius!"

"Yeah right!"

The duo laughed.

Azanka and Tricitrius hadn't returned yet, and the project had been postponed, meaning no one could get access to it.

"Alright, let's eat, I'm starving!" Elvor said once he could stop laughing.

"Yeah!!" Vegeta said, and the two left the training room.


Somewhere during the night, Vegeta woke up, though he couldn't remember why. That's when it hit him. He heard something. It wasn't all that loud, but it easily woke him up. Vegeta got out of his bed, and sneaked out of his room, looking around constantly. He began sneaking through the empty hallways, searching for the source of the sounds he had heard.

After some time, he reached a room, and the sounds he had heard were coming from inside. It sounded like some sort of computer, and that only heightened the Prince's curiosity. He cracked the code to open the door easily, and quickly entered. Vegeta's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets.

Five large tubes of green liquid were situated in a large high-tech computer, each containing a hybrid-Saiyan child of 2 or 3 years old. The kids were attached to several wires and smaller tubes, while their faces were hidden in their knees, which were pulled up and held near their faces with their arms. Their hair was long for kids their age. The bleeping Vegeta had heard was coming from a small screen below the tube in the center.

Vegeta walked over to it, and saw that they were both brainwaves and heartbeats. Both were going haywire. The child seemed to be shaking inside the tube, and its hands were clenched into fists, making a small red stream mix with the green liquid in the tube.

"You heard it too huh?" a sudden voice said, making Vegeta jump.

He looked up at Elvor, who was staring at the screen.

"This can't be good," he mumbled.

The child's eyes squeezed shut further, before they shot open, wide with what seemed like fear. Its eyes closed again and its mouth opened as if to release a scream, but only a stream of bubbles came out. Almost instantly, the computer began bleeping madly, and a picture of a young three-year-old was displayed, which suddenly aged rapidly. At the same time, the children in the tubes began to grow, but only the one in the center was awake. The glass around her suddenly cracked, then combusted, making the girl drop to the ground, resulting in the wires letting her body go.

She was dripping wet, and she was leaning on her arms, gasping for breath desperately. Her hair was of a pure golden color, and was rather long, but her eyes couldn't be seen for the moment. She seemed to be around 16 now, and her body was rather muscular, even for a Saiyan her age.

"Vegeta, get her some armor before she gets undercooled!" Elvor whispered.

Saiyans couldn't really stand something like that, because it could easily kill them. So that's why Saiyans were always warmly dressed.

Vegeta nodded and quickly ran off, while Elvor helped the girl to her feet. She had rather muscular legs too, but her feet weren't that big. Nor were her hands. She suddenly began coughing up some of the green liquid that had gotten into her lungs, and Elvor held her to her feet so she wouldn't fall flat on her face. Vegeta came back with some spandex and some armor. The spandex was light orange, indicating it was for 3rd class warriors.

"They won't even miss it!" Vegeta said when he saw his uncle's face.

Elvor simply rolled his eyes.


The girl pulled the boots on her feet, and finally stood up, whipping her hair on her back. She turned her gaze to the two, a gaze that existed out of a pair of sapphire blue orbs. Her highly slanted eyes were constantly squinted, and her eyebrows arched downward to meet the tip of her nose. The others finally arose as well. They had been released right after the first girl. One of the other girls was a blonde with aquamarine colored eyes, a different one had curly auburn colored hair and eyes, a third had orange hair and green eyes, and the last had spiked red hair and light blue eyes.

The five girls just stood there, unmoving, all of them dressed in 3rd class Saiyan armor. Silence reigned amongst the seven Saiyans in the room, until Elvor spoke up.

"So, mind telling us who you are?" he asked with a stoic voice.

The golden haired girl seemed to smirk slightly, before it was gone.

"And wha makes ya say we'll actually do tha? Ya won't be able ta force me," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Elvor scowled, and the girl returned the favor. The blonde suddenly exclaimed a large string of words, but at such speeds, that no one understood what she had just said, and Vegeta looked a little confused. What kind of tongue was that?!

"Say wha?!" the golden haired girl asked, looking over her shoulder at the blonde with one raised eyebrow.

"If ye're gonna talk ta me, ye'll have ta speak propa Saiyago!" she said.

'Look who's talking,' Elvor thought with a sneer.

The blonde knocked herself to the head.

"Excuzes-moi. Moi zaid; you're making zis worze zan it already iz!"

"At least now I can understand ya," the other girl said.

Elvor rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Just tell us your names already!" Vegeta shouted, and the girls jumped in surprise at the boy's temper.

They all looked at each other for a moment, before they sighed at the same time.

The orange haired girl stepped up and said: "I'm Neowie."

The redhead of the team flicked her hair aside with a toss of her head and said: "My name's Misoeya! How do you do?"

The girl with auburn hair simply mumbled: "Zaloya."

The blonde smiled warmly, and bowed a little.

"Je m'apelle Pacara!"

The golden haired girl scoffed angrily, and turned to the duo, whipping a loose strand of hair from her eyes with an easy swipe.

"Name's Milaya," she said with her hand still near her ear.

Elvor was about to retort, when her ear suddenly perked, and she seemed to tense.

"Someone's acomin'," she whispered, and everyone was silent.

Pacara sniffed at the air, and she shuddered.

"Moi don't like him! And moi don't even know him!"

Elvor focussed for a moment, then growled.

"Perco."


The seven Saiyans stood in the shadows as the scientist entered. They watched the man silently, none of them making a sound. The five girls were deathly silent, each standing in a different shadow. Elvor and Vegeta were watching as well, standing on either side of the door. When Perco entered, and noticed the empty, and one broken, tubes, he seemed shocked.

"What has happened here?!" Perco yelled, not expecting to be answered.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Elvor hissed, and kicked the door in the lock.

Perco whirled around in shock, but wasn't in time to save his hide as all seven Saiyans in the room fired.


"You're serious, Elvor?" Rosicheena asked, with Vegeta standing near her leg.

"Deadly sure, your highness," Elvor said, his face dead serious.

The King had known that Elvor would never kid around, and he trusted the Saiyan hybrid blindly. He'd rather die than betray the Saiyan Empire, but he would never kill an innocent being.

Rosicheena seemed worried, and asked: "He's not dead is he?"

"No, your highness," Elvor said. "I put him in a pod and sent him away to some far-off planet. He'll be fine."

"What was Perco after?" the King asked, and was shocked to find Elvor smirking.

"I thought you would never ask, your highness," Elvor said.

He turned his head and gave a sharp whistle. The five girls heard their cue and walked inside, aligned in a 'V', with Milaya at the head of the team.

"Oh… by… Gaia!" Rosicheena whispered, one hand in front of her mouth to hide her gaping.

Milaya had her arms folded across her chest, and looked the most threatening, because you couldn't read her eyes for emotions. The others were okay, but Milaya was looking like she was royalty herself.

"Your highnesses," Elvor said, stepping away from the girls. "I would like you to meet the Ultimate 5 Saiyans."


The moon on the planet was full, and furious howls and roars sounded across the entire planet. Innocent people screamed in terror. It had been two years since the 'Ultimate 5 Saiyans' had awoken, and a year since someone going by the name of Frieza had approached the King.

Milaya, who had an internal scouter, had estimated Frieza's powerlevel to be more than a million, were he to transform. She didn't like him, that much was clear. The other girls kept quiet, but Milaya was stubborn, had even more pride than royalty, and had a massive ego to go with it. All three combined, made one strong woman. In the past two years, she had ended up fighting alongside with Elvor, as General of the Saiyan Army. She enjoyed to fight, and she and Elvor were almost equal considered power.

But Milaya hated Frieza more than anything, and she wouldn't take orders from him. She only listened to her superiors, and she didn't consider Frieza as one. Superiors meant all Saiyans above her own rank. Frieza was no Saiyan, not even part, and that was enough for Milaya.

"Why does Frieza wants us to do this?" Elvor asked, shaking his head sadly.

He and the Ultimate 5 Saiyans were watching the fight from a distant, hovering in the air.

Pacara gave a sad sigh, and said: "Moi don't know. But moi don't like it!!"

Zaloya sighed as well.

"God, these people trusted us blindly. I can imagine how they must feel. Damn," she mumbled.

Milaya was clenching her fists, and her brows were arched downward to meet the tip of her nose. A furious wind was howling through her ears and blowing their hair to the side. But Milaya felt the cold and hot flows run up and down her spine. First it was freezing cold, the next it was burning hot, before the cycle repeated. Over and over again.

Her brows furrowed even more, and she turned her back on the scene.

'I swear Frieza, I'll get ya fer this!' she thought icily, and before anyone could stop her, she blasted off.

Elvor watched her go, then sighed.

"Let's go," he finally said. "There's nothing we can do anyway."

And the others also left toward the landing site. Milaya was still there, leaning with one arm on her pod, and one fist on her hip, as well as one leg crossing her other.

"You're still here?" Misoeya asked, confused.

No response. Milaya simply tapped her fingers in a steady beat on the top of the pod, deep in thought by the looks of it. Finally, she growled and got into her pod.

"I'll see ya on Vegeta-sei," she mumbled.

The pod closed after she'd entered the coordinates, and shot off.

Elvor simply watched, not seeming to bother, but wondering what Milaya was planning.


The months on Vegeta-sei, were as following; Mercureasi, Marasya, Solrymun, Lunaris, Venasian, Crestofia, Egycisia, Noreakano, Siadomay, Riodina, Zhonu, and Linoruda. It was normal that, every year on the seventh of Lunaris, a party was to be held, for that had been the day the first Super-Saiyan had been born, 100.000 years ago from now. The party was held at the Royal Palace, and only invited people were allowed to come. Others would have to make their own party.

The invited people were mostly family or friends of the royal family, no one from the Army, for they were below the family. However, there were five warriors who were invited.


"An invitation for the party??" Misoeya asked aloud, staring at the piece of paper in her hand.

Pacara looked at it oddly, then asked: "Are we going zo ze partee or not?"

Neowie and Zaloya were also wondering the same thing, and turned to the leader of their team, who was lying in her sleeping capsule. Milaya, for some odd reason, refused a bed, saying she was satisfied with just a sleeping capsule.

She looked up and said: "Why the Bloody Hell're ya all lookin' at me?! Like I care 'bout a stupid party."

Misoeya blinked and looked at her leader.

"But the King and Queen probably expect all of us to be there," Neowie said, looking at Milaya.

"And that means you too," Zaloya said.

Milaya was staring up at the ceiling, seeming to think it over.

With a sigh, she closed her eyes and mumbled: "I ain't goin'."


"You sure you're not going?" Neowie asked, once she was dressed in her normal Saiyan Armor.

Milaya gave one nod, while still looking at the ceiling. Zaloya shook her head, and went ahead of the others. Pacara came second, then Misoeya, and Neowie was last. Milaya was left alone in their dormitories.

She folded her arms over her chest and lightly pulled up her right leg. She had some thinking to do.


Splash!

She ran right through a puddle of water, making the water splash around every which way, but it couldn't bother her. She just ran. She had no idea why she was running, but she knew she couldn't stop. She HAD to keep going!

Breath was labored, heart was pounding, blood was pumping, sweat was pouring, ears were on sharp, and eyes were ever watchful. Pain shot through her legs, signifying that she wouldn't be able to last much longer, but she was just too stubborn to give in, and she ignored the warnings her body sent her. She just couldn't seem to care. And the truth was, she didn't.

The road was growing thinner, and trashcans stood every which way. She took them for granted, ran past, and knocked them over to try and stop whatever was behind her. It didn't help by the sound of it, but she kept going, not stopping for anything at all.

Suddenly, she tripped, and fell to the ground. She shook her head violently, shot back to her feet, but tumbled back to the ground, feeling a sudden surge of pain in her right foot. She sprained her ankle, and not very lightly either. Instead of giving up, she shot back up, ignoring the pain, and ran on, not even caring.

However, nothing lasts forever, and finally, she could no longer take it, no matter how much she forced her body to move. Her feet felt like lead, but so much, that not even her Saiyan strength could lift them.

And there, she fell, and didn't get up again.


"AYA!!!" Milaya exclaimed when she suddenly felt something wet touch her face, awakening her from her nightmare. "WHO THE BLOODY HELL---WHOA!!!"

She couldn't even finish as a half-robotic dog jumped in her lap and started licking at her face.

"Delta! Ya mangy mutt ye!!" Milaya exclaimed, and scratched the dog behind his ears with both hands.

Delta had been a dog from long ago, buried within dirt of one of the planets she'd been forced to clear. The body had been intact, but the original Delta had passed away eons ago. Milaya had snatched the body in secret, and managed to 'fix him up'. His name had been engraved on his collar, but Milaya had replaced his name with the Delta symbol; a triangle.

"How the Bloody Hell'd ya ge' in here anyway?!" Milaya asked the dog, a smirk playing on her lips.

It was the closest she could get to a smile. Delta grinned and looked at the window. Milaya looked too and rolled her eyes. Delta had simply pushed the window open.

"Ye're a strange one, know tha?" Milaya asked, and was rewarded with a lick at her face.

Delta was probably one of the few creatures on the planet that Milaya would consider as a friend, because she knew she could trust him. Sure, he wasn't very talkative, but then again, neither was she. Milaya looked outside, and noticed the darkness of the night. She lay back in her capsule, and sighed.

"Stupid party," she mumbled, thinking about it once again. "Don't bloody care 'bout it."

Delta suddenly barked and scratched the door wildly. Milaya watched him for awhile, before rolling her eyes and getting up.

"Alrigh, alrigh, gimme a moment," she mumbled, and opened her personal closet.

She didn't have much, some Saiyan Armor and but a few 'normal' clothes. She pulled out a loose green pair of pants, some loose sandals, and a green tank-top. To finish the attire, she braided her hair, something she was very good at.

It was a skill she didn't like to brag about. Actually, she didn't brag at all. She just had one Hell of an ego. Milaya was able to maneuver any kind of hair into anything she wanted, not like she'd ever do something like that to others.

Delta kept barking and scratching at the door.

"Easy boy, easy," Milaya said with a smirk, putting on her sandals, before walking to the door.

She turned the knob, grabbed her key ring, and her and Delta left the chambers just outside of the main palace before anyone could see them, and were over the palace walls before you could even blink.


"So, Milaya decided not to come?" Rosicheena asked, slightly disappointed.

"Oui, zhe did not want zo attend zo ze partee," Pacara said, waving her hair to the side.

"We have no idea why though," Misoeya added. "She never tells us what she's thinking or why she thinks something. It's just the way she is."

Everyone at the party was enjoying themselves, loving the peace and quiet that was spread across the planet. Frieza was not on the planet, and probably wouldn't be for a few more months, unless he decided to make a surprise visit. But still, everyone enjoyed it while it lasted. Because no one ever knew when things could go wrong.

However, someone was watching everything skeptically. He could already tell Frieza was up to something. Life would not continue to be this peaceful. Something was just bound to go wrong. And he had done some research on Frieza too.

Apparently, the ugly lizard was gay. His eyes slid over to the young Prince Vegeta, talking to Pacara about something, who was kneeling down so she could speak eye to eye with the Prince. That could positively mean trouble for the Prince. He had to tell the King and Queen, and quickly, because he had a feeling Frieza would soon be coming.


Delta barked as he ran on ahead, sometimes waiting for her to catch up, before running on again. She gazed upward at the sky, watching all the stars on the bright sky, sparkling like a load of diamonds on a sheet of dark blue velvet. A common used description in romance novels from Earth-sei, and, this may sound surprising, those were some of the few books Milaya actually liked enough to call it 'literature'.

'Like the books of tha writer… wha's her name? Oh yeah! Lucinda Edmonds. Jus' fabulous the way she tells things like tha!'

Milaya smirked. And she also liked calm music, like what humans call 'Classic Music'. But she wouldn't say no to 'Rock & Roll', or 'Heavy Metal' either.

By Saiyans, she could be considered just plain weird, to like things from another planet so much, if they knew, but Milaya was just interested in everything a planet had to offer. Also, if she had any free time on her own, she spent it all on studying other planets through books she had collected over the few years she had been around. She was always greatly interested in everything, but the planet that had caught her full attention, was Chikano-sei.

Chikano-sei was a planet on the Eastern Side of the galaxy, whereas Vegeta-sei could be found in the Southern Side of the galaxy. Sometimes, Milaya would travel to Chikano-sei to collect information. She was a repeat-customer you might say, for the people quickly learned more and more about her as well, things that not even the others of the Ultimate 5 Saiyans knew. People respected her for who she was there.

She got acquainted with an old man going by the name of Belthasar, who taught her everything she knew thus far about machinery, and most of the planet's history. He'd also helped her to revive Delta, and she was very grateful for his help. However, what fascinated her the most, was something people referred to as 'The Lost Kingdom'. Belthasar had cleared that, and said the original name had been 'The Kingdom Of Zeal'. The art of what people called 'Magic', also fascinated her, and one day, she hoped to be able to learn it too.

However, as Belthasar had said, Magic had vanished 12.000 years before the Kingdom Of Guardia, another great Kingdom which lasted for almost 4000 years, before war had erupted and destroyed the Kingdom to bits. Sadly enough, the Kingdom Of Zeal had also been destroyed, the cause still unknown. Ruins had been found in the seas, and Milaya had, for some odd reason, gotten permission to see these ancient ruins.

She had been truly ecstatic, and had gone to see them almost immediately, taking notes about the large ruins. She had been able to conclude the followings;

1) The Kingdom had been separated in several islands, the largest holding the, surprisingly, still intact castle where the Royal Family must've resided.

2) The people of Zeal had been far too advanced for their time-period, concluded by their books, which had not been harmed by the water strangely enough. The ink hadn't even smudged.

Only one problem though; no one could read the books because they were written in odd scribbles probably only familiar to the people of Zeal. But Milaya was very stubborn, and had done her best to translate the ancient books, using the knowledge she had to help her. Belthasar, being the helpful man he is, helped her out a lot.

You could say, Milaya was obsessed with the strange Kingdom, for she could stay up hours on end trying to decipher a single word. She would be found sleeping on the book she'd been trying to decipher the next morning, but people let her be, each and everyone longing to know more. But Milaya made sure no one would bother her search, because she wanted to understand it herself first before showing anyone else.

Delta had been with her on nearly every one of those quests, and enjoyed himself just as much as she did. Speaking of that rascal…

'Where'd he go all o' a sudden?' Milaya wondered, looking around, noticing she had wound up near a condense rainforest.

She looked back over her shoulder, and gasped. By the looks of it, she had blindly wandered from the main city Vego, and wound up here somewhere. Not that she really minded. She'd never been in one of the rainforests of Vegeta-sei before. Unlike the trees we know, trees on Vegeta-sei have blood red leaves, while the bark was either dark green or light blue, depending on the type of tree. These trees seemed like a mixture though, and, like most new things around her, Milaya was fascinated by them.

When she looked up, her eyes widened the fraction of a millimeter.

'Whoa… the stars sure are bright this side o' the planet…' she thought in awe, not knowing that the stars were wildly reflected in the sapphire blue of her eyes.

Every star sparked brightly, seeming to deliver her a hidden message of some kind.

Sudden barking suddenly brought her back to reality, and she looked into the forest to see a half-bushy half-robotic tail vanish in the undergrowth.

"Delta!!" Milaya cried out, and ran after her dog. "Delta!! Ye ge' back here this instant!!" she called out, running after the dog, jumping over logs, rocks and slapping vines aside.

Finally, after quite some time, she found him, sitting in an open spot, watching her as she came rushing through the bushes. Milaya immediately caught on.

"Ya bloody mutt! Ya knew I'd follow ya if ya ran! Didn't ya?!" she hissed.

Her only response was a small grin and the wagging of Delta's tail.

"Why ya lil'! I just oughta---" she started, when Delta looked up at the sky. "Wha the??"

Milaya walked over and stared up. There was no way she could've hidden her gasp, even if she'd wanted to.


"Elvor, are you sure?" Rosicheena asked.

"Not really, but I just have this feeling that tells me that something's going to happen. And that feeling hasn't let me down so far," the redheaded Marshal said, still feeling that odd feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Something was definitely wrong here. He'd had the feeling as long as he could remember, warning him whenever something was about to happen. So far, the feeling had never been wrong, and he wasn't about to doubt it just for the sake of peace.

Rosicheena thought about it.

"Veldock would do anything to please Frieza… even give up his only son and heir to the throne," she mumbled. "Something must be done!"

"Talk to the King, and if that doesn't work, we'll have to send the Prince somewhere safe," Elvor said.

"Right," Rosicheena said. "Do you know someone we can trust with that responsibility?"

Elvor thought for a moment. How many people hated Frieza enough to help the Prince without handing him over the next second? Not many, that's for sure. If it meant staying alive, most Saiyans would gladly give up their Prince. Except…

The spiked redhead opened his eyes with a snap.

"Yes, I do."


The moon…

It was wondrous. An odd blue hue shrouding it, making it shine brightly with the sun's borrowed rays of light. Milaya had only seen the moons of other planets, and had never managed to get a good look at her home planet's moon. There had never been the time. Now however, she had plenty of it. Delta made no sound, just watched as his master gently sat down on the dry soil. Once she was seated, leaning back on her arms, Delta placed his paw and head on her lap, lying down to get some rest.

All that running makes even a robot tired. Milaya had installed Delta with a very special chip that allowed Delta to think and decide for himself, not to always wait for her commands, if any. Milaya hardly had any commands to give him; she had wanted to keep him for company, not to order him around. She got to do that enough to others.

But right now, her mind was void of all thought as she stared up at the moon, thinking nothing at all. The frown on her face simply melted away as she stared, no sound but the wind blowing through the trees heard in the calm rainforest.

Suddenly, the winds shifted, and rational thought returned to her. Cold, then hot, and continuing all over again, shot up and down her spinal cord, making her gasp in sudden surprise. Delta lazily lifted his head, and was wide awake to see a sudden look of shock written across her face, just before she leapt up to her feet. The wind blew wildly through her hair, and her eyes suddenly shifted to pure magenta.

"The Black Wind begins to howl…" she murmured.

Delta looked at his master oddly, not understanding. Milaya shook her head.

"Saiyans are going to die if nothing happens."


"You're telling me she's not here?!" Elvor asked, confused.

"Got that right," Zaloya said. "We got here about an hour ago to find her gone. She didn't even leave a note."

"Like she ever does!" Neowie mumbled.

Elvor gave a sigh.

"Great. Just when I need her, she's not here!" he mumbled.

When the door was slammed open, everyone turned around to see Milaya walk inside, a half robotic dog on her heels.

"Whatdaya wan' bushhead? I don't think ye're jus' here fer an early breakfast," Milaya hissed coldly, and the dog at her side growled ferociously at the man.

"Down, Delta!" Milaya said to the dog, who kept glaring at Elvor, but stopped growling.

"Que?? What's with ze chien?" Pacara asked, confused.

"None o' yer bloody business!" Milaya hissed.

Elvor sighed and said: "Well, the reason I'm here is---bushhead?!?!"

He interrupted his own sentence, not believing what Milaya just said.

"Jus' answer the bloody question already!!" Milaya nearly screamed.

'Holy Cosmos! What's up with her all of a sudden?!' Elvor thought, before giving a sigh.

"I think we might have a problem."


Milaya thought everything over, while lying in her sleeping capsule. Delta was lying beside the capsule, growling at everyone beside Milaya if they tried to touch him.

"God! Milaya! That dog is hostile!!" Zaloya hissed, holding her hand back after nearly having it bitten off.

Milaya rolled her eyes and scratched Delta behind his ear, who allowed it, of course.

"Delta jus' likes me betta," Milaya said with a smirk. "Anyway!"

Milaya sat up, and looked at Elvor.

"I might know a place where the little rascal'll be fine."

Elvor looked at her with a quirked eyebrow.

"But?" he inquired, knowing she was going to ask anyway.

Milaya looked at him with a piercing gaze.

"I suggest ya get every Saiyan outta here and ta this location," she said giving him some coordinates. "Cause this here planet's gonna blow!!"


"All Saiyans report to the pod rooms. All Saiyans report to the pod room. This is NOT a drill. I repeat, this is NOT a drill," a voice called out as the alarm blared wildly.

"GE' OUTTA ME WAY!!" Milaya screamed, pushing an unfortunate Saiyan off his feet. "Ge' ta the pod area! NOW!!" she screamed, then proceeded to Prince Vegeta's chambers.

The young Saiyan was sitting on his bed, by the looks of it, unsure of what to do.

Milaya and Delta walked in, and Vegeta looked up in confusion. Milaya had changed into her Saiyan Armor again, but had kept her hair braided.

"Sire, the Queen's instructed me ta ge' ye outta here. It ain't safe here anymore," Milaya said, trying not to worry the Prince.

"Milaya, what's going on out there? Why is everyone screaming?" Vegeta asked instead, his gaze piercing.

"Not now alrigh'!?" Milaya hissed, and before the kid could object, he was pulled along.


"All Saiyans report to the pod rooms. All Saiyans report to the pod rooms."

Vegeta was being dragged along, and he could do nothing to stop it. Milaya was far stronger than he was, so there was no way he could win against her. Instead, he allowed her to drag him along.


At the pod room, people were standing in line for some reason. Vegeta hardly had time to think about it as everyone backed off once they got too close. For both, it was out of respect, and Milaya finally came to the start of one line. "Ge' inside!" Milaya ordered, shocking the Prince. Milaya never ordered him around, but Milaya looked quite steamed, so he did as he was told.

"Same location ma'am?" the man at the controls said.

Once the pod closed, Milaya turned to him. Surprisingly, for Milaya, the man was almost a carbon-copy of herself, only he was male. The face was practically the same, only this guy seemed to smile a lot more than her. His sapphire blue eyes sparked with a strange youth, but he was about 17, 18 or something. His golden hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. She was surprised no one had asked if they were related.

"No. Can ya gimme a sec?"

The Saiyan shrugged his shoulders and let her do her stuff. Milaya began to tap in some stuff, and finally pulled out a small CD from a hidden pocket in her armor.

"Install the pod to play this once it lands," Milaya said.

"Oooookay! Gotcha!" the man said with a small salute and a smile, and Milaya couldn't help but smirk back.

Once the man was finished, Milaya asked: "What's yer name?"

The man looked at her, a little confused, then said: "Uh… Norak, Norak Milen, ma'am."

"Milen?? Why do I have the feelin' I've heard tha name before?" Milaya wondered aloud, scratching the back of her head in thought.

Delta looked up at his master in worry.

"It's very common fer people ta've heard it somewhere before. The Milen Family's been known fer an exceedingly large amount o' knowledge," Norak said with a smile.

Milaya looked at him, confused.

'Tha accent… it's exactly like mine! Who is tha guy?!'

The sound of a pod being launched was suddenly heard, and broke her from her referee.

"Will ya be leavin' too ma'am?" Norak asked.

"No, not yet," Milaya said. "Once everyone's gone."


Millions of Saiyan pods shot into space, each heading into one direction, but each at a safe distance, programmed to avoid anything. However, two pods were sent off flying in a different direction.

Finally, the last pods left the planet, and just in time as something hit the planet, making it glow eerily. That lasted for only a moment, before the planet exploded into smithereens.


The pod crashed somewhere on a distant planet in the Northern Side of the galaxy, nearly having traveled a year from its original location. The kid inside awoke with a start, and looked around where he was. He didn't know. After a moment, he came to a shocking realization.

He couldn't remember who he was!!

"Who am I?! Where am I?! SOMEBODY HELP!!!" he cried as he clutched his head in his hands and tears started rolling down his face.

Something suddenly popped out, and he looked up in shock.

The holographic image of a golden haired, sapphire eyed woman hung in front of him, a frown on her face, wearing a strange kind of armor. There was a dog sitting beside her, looking up with an equal frown.

"Mornin', afternoon, whaeva!! Don't care anyway! Anyway kid, I have a feelin' ya won't be able ta remember anythin', well, don't worry. Things'll probably come back ta ya in good time. There are a few things ya need ta know though. Ye're name's Vegeta, and ye're on Earth-sei. They speak a different tongue here than I'm talking with right now, so I had a program installed in this pod ta teach ya the language. It takes a second, and ye'll know jus' 'bout everythin' ya need ta know. There's also a system that'll teach ya ta fight. Use it wisely. I can't tell ya anymore about the current state of affairs. It's best ya forget anyway. Good luck ta ya, Vegeta, and stay alive."

And with that, the image vanished, leaving Vegeta alone, in a pod, without a single soul to aid him in this desperate time of need. All he had, was a name. Silently, Vegeta pressed a blinking button, which instantly started the process to teach him the planet's language. Vegeta suddenly learned how to speak a whole new language within less time it took to blink.

He gazed down at the armor he wore. It was identical to that of the woman, but he had seen pictures shoot through his head. Earthlings didn't wear these. He pulled them off, leaving him in his spandex, boots and gloves, before he climbed out of the pod, then the crater the pod had created. He stared down at the pod once more, before walking away.

A voice from the ship rang out, saying: "Self-destruct initiated… 5…4…3…2…1…"

A large explosion followed, but Vegeta kept on walking, a tear rolling down his cheek. He really was alone. Alone in a world he didn't know.

All he had, was his name, and the words of a holographic image.


This is a rewritten version, so there are a few differences.

Previous version - Rewritten version

Vegeta was five when the Ultimate 5 Saiyans were awakened - Vegeta is three when the Ultimate 5 Saiyans are awakened

Vegeta and Rosicheena were the ones to find the Ultimate 5 Saiyans - Vegeta and Elvor are the ones to find the Ultimate 5 Saiyans

There wasn't much background info - There's plenty of background info

The months had never been named - The months have been named

There never was a party - There's a party

Milaya never had a dog - Milaya has her own robotic dog

Milaya heard from Bardock that the planet would explode - Milaya knows it herself

Milaya knocked Vegeta out and put him in a pod heading for Earth-sei - Milaya drags Vegeta to the pod area and orders him around

That's about it.