Chapter 3: Discoveries

Two women, a black haired one and a blue haired one, looked up at the large stadium, in which their friends had first battled each other years ago. The stadium was being filled with spectators from all around the world, who came year after year, just to watch the fights. Others simply watched on TV, but they always came to the stadium when their friends fought, wanting to know who was the best.

However, right now, none of their friends were present.

"Hmmm…" the blue haired woman hummed.

"We're first," the black haired woman said, then broke into a wide smile. "Look!!"

She pointed toward a few people heading their way.

One of them was a bald old man with a beard, and wearing sunglasses, using a cane to walk. Another was a small pig, and another was a floating blue cat.

"Bulma!! Lunch!!" the cat shouted, and flew over.

"Puar!!" Bulma exclaimed as the kitten hugged her lightly. "How's it going?" she asked.

Puar smiled and said: "Fine, but Yamcha's away a lot."

Bulma didn't even bother with it.

Lunch smiled and asked: "Where's everyone else?"

The old man shrugged, and said: "Beats me. They all went out and started training. I just hope they'll be on time."

Someone suddenly cleared his throat, and the gang looked over. Bulma broke out into a wide grin.

Roshi looked up, and said, squinting: "Have we met? You look awfully familiar."

The man standing there quirked an eyebrow, before rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Knock it off, old man. You know damn well who I am," the flame haired man said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Oolong looked a little suspicious, and was about to open his mouth, but Bulma beat him to it.

"Vegeta! Wow! You're a dish!!" she said, still smiling.

Vegeta smirked and said: "And your hair turned blue."

Everyone laughed lightly at that, even Bulma.

"What's so funny??" a man's voice asked, making everyone look over.

Now there was someone they didn't recognize right away. The guy wore the strangest clothes they'd ever seen, and had a turban on his head. The guy was nearly as tall as Vegeta, yet not quite there, and his eyes were pitch black.

"Who are you??" Lunch asked, blinking her light brown eyes at him.

The man didn't answer right away, and instead turned to Roshi.

"Uh… Master Roshi, did you shrink??" he asked, making Roshi blink behind his sunglasses.

Vegeta studied him more carefully, and suddenly, his eyes widened.

"What the?! Goku?!!?" he exclaimed in shock.

"Goku?!!?" the others also cried out.

"No way!!" Oolong exclaimed.

The man blinked and asked: "Who else would I be?"

He suddenly looked at the turban on his head and grinned.

"Oh! I see!" he said, and unwound the thing from his head, releasing the thick mass of spiked black hair. "That better?"

Everyone smiled broadly.

"Wow! Goku, you grew up!!" Bulma said with a smile.

Goku grinned but then asked: "Bulma, are you sick? There's something red on your mouth."

Bulma frowned.

"That's lipstick, Goku!" she said calmly, yet slightly angered.

"Hey everyone!!" a new voice called out, and the gang looked over, smiling at the familiar faces.

A short, bald monk named Krillin, a scar-faced warrior named Yamcha, a bald triclops named Tien, and a small little emperor named Chiaot-Zu.

"How's it going everyone?!" Yamcha exclaimed with a grin.

Bulma had stopped falling for him quite some time ago, but she remained his friend. Still, Yamcha wasn't one to give up. However, with Vegeta here, Bulma felt safe enough.

Vegeta was about to retort, when his gaze suddenly shifted toward the sky, along with that of Goku. Soon after, the others looked up as well, eyes looking at something they couldn't see yet. Before they knew what hit them, something landed in front of them. Or rather, someone.

However, this guy had a pure green skin, wore a purple gi, orange boots, a white cape, and a white and purple turban on his head. He also had slanted eyes and sharply pointed ears. Everyone shook in fear, safe for Goku and Vegeta, who both stood, silent. Vegeta finally smirked, and Goku smiled.

"So, you came," Goku said.

The mysterious figure smirked coldly, and headed into the stadium, calmly striding past them.

"Wh-who was that!?" Tien asked, almost afraid to know. "Was that……Piccolo!?" he asked Vegeta.

Vegeta looked at him with a smirk.

"Sort of."

"You guys know him?" Krillin asked.

Goku turned and grinned.

"Nope!!" he said.


Vegeta sat down, pondering. He'd changed into his own gi some time ago. He still wore his Dragon amulets, for good luck, but unlike Goku, Krillin and Yamcha, his gi was black and red instead of traditional orange and blue. However, his thoughts went further away from the present, as he sat, thinking about the last dream he'd had.


"Bloody bastard," a golden haired female muttered after some kind of strange lizard had left the room.

Behind her, stood four other girls. All girls were about 17, 18.

"How high was the guy's powerlevel?" a spiked, redheaded man asked.

The golden haired girl was the one to respond.

"The guy has the ability ta transform, I coul' tell. 'Round a million or higher," she said.

Vegeta felt himself gulp, and he tightly clutched a lady's hand. The lady had curly black hair and a gentle gaze. She held his hand calmly, running her smooth thumb over the back of his hand. She looked at him with a look that told him everything would be alright.

"No good…" the redheaded male mumbled rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "If his powerlevel's that high, he could blow this entire planet to smithereens."

"Then we should all be ready to evacuate if the time comes," the lady said.

"When."

Everyone turned to stare at the golden haired girl, who had her arms crossed, her eyes unreadable.

"Excuse me?" the lady asked.

"Someday, he'll blow this planet up, maybe not taday, maybe not tamorrow, but he will."


He couldn't make out what those dreams meant. He didn't have a clue.

After awhile, Vegeta got up from his seat, and walked toward the arena. The fights were about to start anyway.


Vegeta cracked his knuckles as Goku walked up onto the arena. The first rounds had ended with Goku, Vegeta, some guy named Shen, and the green skinned man called DemonJr going to the 2nd round. Goku had faced off against Chichi, which he didn't learn until after the fight. Vegeta had faced off with Tien, who had proved to be quite the nuisance with his new Multi-Form technique. Shen had somehow managed to beat Yamcha, without even breaking a sweat. DemonJr had easily defeated Krillin, which had been a shocker.

Right now, Goku and Vegeta stood face-to-face, ready to fight. Finally, Goku fired a shot of chi, but Vegeta jumped up to avoid. Goku jumped aside to avoid a blast from Vegeta, but wasn't fast enough to avoid the kick aimed at his head, sending him away. But Goku was up before anyone knew it.

While they fought though, they were secretly talking about who was supposed to go through to the final round.

"You or me?" Goku asked quietly.

Vegeta dodged a kick and said: "I'm not sure. Piccolo's probably going to be the winner. Either that, or Kami has something up his sleeve."

Goku nodded and blocked a jab before lunging out with another kick.

"That's what he came here fo--WHOA!!" Goku yelped as he was swung around by his leg, and then released.

Goku stopped just at the edge and shot back at Vegeta.

"But what is Kami planning then?" Vegeta asked, blocking the next flurry of punches.

"Remember what Roshi used once?" Goku asked, continuing to attack Vegeta, before Vegeta finally fought back and made Goku block.

"What? That move that he put his enemy in a bottle but died?" Vegeta asked, to which Goku nodded.

"He's probably going to do that, seeing as he's immune to the after effect."

Vegeta was silent for awhile, while he kept fighting. The duo continued battling, and everyone watched in fascination. Vegeta finally narrowed his eyes.

"You go," he said, and lunged out again, but Goku dodged.

Goku nodded, and quickly managed to knee Vegeta in his stomach, before hurling him out of ring.

Vegeta shook his head, but walked off without even complaining.


The battle had been long and hard, and finally, Piccolo was out of ring, and Goku was down on the ground, bruised and beaten up, but still conscious, but the stadium had been destroyed.

"Mr. Referee, is Piccolo out of ring?" Goku asked the referee.

The blond man blinked, and then said: "Uh, yeah. Goku's this year's world-champion!!"

Goku was panting, trying to rise again, but he couldn't. Vegeta shook his head softly, then turned to Yajerobe.

"Hey, do you still have a Senzu bean?" he asked.

Yajerobe looked at Vegeta for a moment, then tossed him a Senzu.

Vegeta then walked over and popped the bean in Goku's mouth easily. Goku knew what it was and swallowed the bean after chewing calmly. A wide grin then spread across his face, and he jumped up into the sky with a loud whoop.

"WHOOO!!! I'M WORLD-CHAMPION!!!" he screamed.

Everyone who had never seen a Senzu bean work before sweatdropped.

"He was… beat up…" Chichi said, eyes wide.

"But… now he's okay??" Krillin asked as Goku came down.

"You didn't notice when you ate it?" Yajerobe asked.

Everyone was so busy with the Senzu bean, that no one noticed the green skinned Kami walk over to the unconscious Piccolo. Vegeta was the first to notice, and gasped in horror.

"STOP!!!" he screamed, and zanzokened to right in-between Kami and Piccolo. "What are you doing!?" Vegeta demanded of Kami as everyone looked over in shock.

Kami didn't flinch, and just said: "Piccolo has to die. We can't take any chances."

Vegeta didn't move, didn't even see the right in Kami's explanation.

"Kami, if Piccolo dies, you die as well," he said.

"Shenlon will only revive me," Kami said calmly.

Vegeta's eyes widened a little, then narrowed.

"Since when do you lie?" he asked, making Kami gasp.

"What??"

"Don't you remember, Kami? You created Shenlon, so if you die, he dies too."

The green skinned God was defeated with that. Vegeta was telling the truth, he knew, but Piccolo had to be taken care off. What to do?


"I REFUSE!!!" a voice screamed and a fist rammed against the table.

Frieza raised an eyebrow curiously, studying the blue-skinned man before him. Stark white hair framed the seemingly young face, and two different colored eyes glared down at the smaller alien. Orange and green clashed with pure red as the man exposed his teeth in anger, his body trembling in pure fury, long tail whooshing about behind him. The armor he wore was more for decoration and dignity than it was for protection, because it showed almost half of his pale blue flesh.

"I don't think that's wise to do," Frieza said calmly.

The man growled, and hissed: "It might not be wise, but I am NOT doing this!!"

Frieza gave a sad sigh. The guy had always been the rebellion of the family.

"Father's not going to be pleased," Frieza said, eyes closed.

"Fuck him!!" the man suddenly said, and Frieza glared at him.

"What?!?!"

"You heard me, brother!!! FUCK HIM!!! IT'S ABOUT THE ONLY THING YOU'RE GOOD AT!!!! NOW GET OUT!!!" he screamed, pointing at the door to his office.

Frieza was about to retort, but the other man formed a strange energy at his right hand, which was covered with a pure white gauntlet.

"GET OUT!!! NOW!!!" he screamed, and Frieza ran out of the room hurriedly.

The man slumped into his chair after having dispatched of the energy, still pissed off beyond believe.

"That went well," a familiar voice said.

He turned to face the redheaded demi-Saiyan standing there. He turned to the door again.

"Too well," he said. "Zero, was I a fool just a moment ago?"

The redhead stared, wide-eyed, and said: "No! Not at all!! It takes guts to refuse King Cold and Frieza! Even if you are Cold's son!!"

The man wasn't convinced, but he couldn't help it. Something was up. He could feel it in his bones. He wasn't really sure what it was, but he knew it wasn't good. He cupped his own face in his right hand and leaned on his elbow, staring at nothing while his other arm lay on the desk. What was he going to do? What in the Gods' name was he going to do?

He didn't know. He seriously didn't know.

.

"Holy Cosmos!!" Elvor hissed, and continued to read some information from a screen. "That barrier around the planet also slows time. How the Hell is that possible?"

Norak, who was with Elvor at the moment, had also read it, and said: "No idea, but maybe I can change it so tha time goes on its natural speed again."

Elvor nodded and said: "You do that."

He got up from the chair and allowed Norak to sit down. Norak began to furiously type away with speeds unimaginable, as Elvor stood in a corner, where he took a swig of the drink he'd poured himself some time ago. It burned viciously on his tongue, and he coughed a little, before silently drinking it up.

The liquor was poured down his throat, and nearly burned his esophagus, but Elvor paid no attention to it. You could say that it was part of his training, because he'd done this since he was a kid, trying to make his throat get used to the strong liquid. It didn't seem to help as the liquor still burned a hole in his stomach whenever he drank it. Being the stubborn fool he is however, Elvor continued drinking the strong drink, not bothering with all the warnings thrown at him left and right.

Even 'Ms. Bitchiness' herself had told him it could be bad for him, only she said it with some kind of insult hurled his way. That girl could really rile him up, and sometimes she didn't even try. Laze was really easy to anger, but so was Elvor, and mixing those two was not good for the surrounding area or Saiyans who might be watching them. They had already fought each other physically multiple times, and every time, it ended in a tie. It seemed like it was just impossible for the fight to have a match that also had a winner.

However, for the past few weeks, Laze had started to come around a little less frequently, and people had started worrying that Elvor was threatening her until she was too afraid to get near him. But everyone who knew him, or Laze, knew that wasn't the case. Laze had faced death multiple times on different planets before, and never even flinched or paled at it. Just… laughed.

Cold and heartless. Those were the only words that could describe it. Laze was just… scary sometimes. If someone threatened more than him, it would be Laze.

"If ya wanna keep tha throat o' yers fer longer than a few more months, I suggest ya quit drinkin', bushhead," a familiar voice said.

Elvor sighed and closed his eyes.

'Speak of the devil,' he thought.

"Piss off, Laze," he muttered simply.

A cold chuckle was his response, and he looked at her angrily.

"Oh, so now it's a crime ta try ta help?" Laze asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

She was dressed in some loose trousers, and a tight shirt that clung tightly to every curve of her chest. On her feet were a pair of sneakers, and she wore a pair of normal white gauntlets, which were nearly the same color as the girl's skin. Laze had her hair tied up in a tight ponytail atop her head, which she seemed to like best.

"Fine, then next time, I won't help ya."

Norak turned around, and looked at Laze for awhile, then asked: "Did ya throw up or somethin'? Yer face's a lil' green."

Laze turned to him with anger on her face, but snorted and turned away from him, eyes closed. Elvor studied her closely, and noticed that Laze indeed looked a little ill.

"Don't bother. I jus' ate somethin' tha didn't agree with me," she said, opened her eyes and left the room to head to the training rooms.

Elvor snorted when she was out of hearing range, and took another swig of his drink.

"Sis's pregnant," Norak suddenly said, making Elvor spit out the liquid he had in his mouth.

"Excuse me?!" he asked the scientist.

Norak looked at Elvor and said: "She's been throwin' up every mornin' and night fer the past few weeks. I noticed some time ago, and tha's a clear sign tha a person's pregnant."

Elvor was staring at Norak, before he poured the remainder of his drink down his throat, mentally wincing at the burning sensation in his throat, and stared at Norak again.

"Any idea whose it could be?" Elvor asked, but Norak shook his head.

"Nope. I know lil' 'bout sis. So I've no idea who she's been goin' with," he said, turning back to the screen and keyboard in front of him.

Elvor was now leaning against the wall for a little support, his brain working overtime. If Laze really was pregnant, which Elvor didn't doubt at the moment, who the Hell was the kid's father?? Sure, there were a lot of guys who tried to win Laze's affections, but the girl never even spared them a second glance. She called them a bunch of 'prostitutes'. Whatever that was. Laze constantly talked with words that most Saiyans had never heard of before, and it confused them to no end, but Laze never explained. She just rolled her eyes and walked off.

Elvor gave a sigh, put his mug down, and headed for the training rooms. He needed some exercise anyway. Seeing as it was night, there weren't many people around, so it was a quiet trip. It gave him the time to think about everything. He wondered about how Laze's child would be. Would he/she be a real asshole/bitch, or would he/she be different? He had no idea.

When he suddenly heard music coming from up ahead, he looked up. Light was coming from one of the main training rooms, and the music was coming from inside. Elvor blinked, twice, then walked over. The door had been left open, so he looked inside.


Laze wiped the sweat from her forehead as the music took a calm pace, then continued punching, kicking and flipping on the beat of the music, moving with catlike elegance. The best way for her to focus on training, was to use music to stimulate her moves. Because there was the kind of music that was meant for stuff like that. Only the music she chose was more violent, and banged through her head wildly.

Her shirt was drenched, but it didn't bother her at all. Her body followed the beat of the music, not missing a single step. She even swung out her tail at invisible enemies every now and then. The music pounded through the room, lyrics surging through her head, but meaning nothing to her.

"Is she really

Telling lies again?

Doesn't she realize

She's in danger?

.

EEEEEEEEYOW!!

.

Is she not right?

Is she insane?

Will she now

Run for her life in the battle that ends this day?

.

Is she not right?

Is she insane?

Will she now

Run for her life now that she lied to me?!

.

The little bitch she went and she told a lie!

And now she'll never tell another lie!!

The little bitch she went and she told a lie!!!

NEVER FUCKING LIE TO ME!!!!!"

And silence as Laze stopped in a crouch, the music having reached the final peak and stopping with deathly silence. It had also been her favorite song she'd heard so far. She always kept this one for last, so right now, silence reigned for a moment as Laze sat there, trying to regain her breath, eyes closed lightly. Her sharpening ears perked up at the sound of clapping, and she whirled her head in that direction, eyes opening instantly.

"Bushhead," she muttered, loud enough for him to hear as she rose to her feet.

Elvor smirked a little, but didn't explode in anger this time.

Instead, he said: "Nice moves."

Laze blinked at him, one delicate gold eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"Wha game're ya playin' at?" she said.

Elvor didn't flinch, just said: "What? Now it's a crime to compliment someone on their actions?"

Laze stared, eyes a little wider than usual as Elvor used what she had said earlier, only altered.

She frowned angrily.

"If tha's all ya came ta do, I suggest ya leave before I feel like fightin' somethin' tha can scream," she hissed, crossing her arms over her chest, tilting her head back to look down her sharp nose at him.

She might not be taller than him, but she sometimes made him feel that he was the smaller one of the two. Not like he'd ever admit it though.

"Never knew you were a music lover," Elvor suddenly said, catching Laze a little off guard.

She scoffed and said: "There's a lot ye don't know 'bout me."

Elvor looked at the stereo Laze had brought and asked: "What kind of music do you listen to anyway?"

Laze smirked and said: "Turn it on, if ya really wanna know. I'm not plannin' on leavin' anytime soon."

Elvor shrugged and pressed 'play'.

Instantly, music started playing, and Elvor took a startled step back. Laze had already started to move on the music, her face a mask of indifference.

"Scum of the earth!

COME ON!!!"

Elvor watched in fascination as Laze fought to the beat of the music, knowing the notes, the beat, and whenever she had to stop or move. The music pounded through the room with loud banging, and punches and kicks were sent flying everywhere.

"Yeah!

Run and kill

Destroy the will

A hero that doesn't exist

Yeah!

Smoking gun

Well I am the one

A bullet hole

In your fist

Yeah!!"

The beat suddenly picked up pace, startling him a little.

"Hey! I'm breathing!

Hey! I'm bleeding!

Hey! I'm screaming!

Scum of the earth!

Come on!!!

.

Hey! I'm breathing!

Hey! I'm bleeding!

Hey! I'm screaming!

Scum of the earth!

COME ON!!!"

Laze let out a scream and continued to fight, fight things only she could see. Elvor smiled, and tapped his foot calmly to the beat, which was actually quite easy.


It was four in the morning when Laze found herself at her 'house', but it didn't really bother her. Delta was sleeping in the armchair near the fireplace, and Laze simply watched for a moment, before heading upstairs to her room.

Once in the room, she sat down in her pod, but didn't go to sleep. She stared across the room with a sigh. Her room was rather empty, but there wasn't much she needed.

This place's D-U-L-L!!! DULL!!!

Oh, ye still here too?

Bloody Hell I am!! And ye neva took the time ta change this bloody room!!

Well, wha'm I s'posed ta do?

Decorate it a lil'!! Paint it fer all I care!! As long as I don't have ta look at these bare walls 'gain!!

I ge' the feelin' ya don't like it.

ARGH!!!

Silence reigned for awhile, and Laze simply stared at the ceiling thoughtfully. After some time, Laze fell asleep calmly.


Elvor sat on a chair, a lit cigarette between his first two fingers. He was leaning back on the chair, feet on the table he was seated at. The chair was poised on two out of four legs, and Elvor was lost in thought, not even realizing that the chair could easily topple over, taking him with it. Smoke lightly trailed upward, before Elvor brought the small cylinder to his mouth and taking a long drag, before exhaling the smoke calmly, watching the smoke billow about.

This was something that Saiyans had taken over from Earth, but they had altered it in a way so that it didn't harm their health in any way. In truth, those of the Saiyans were actually improving their health. However, Saiyans only smoked if they had to think deeply about something, or if they were really down about something. Neither happened very much, so you hardly saw Saiyans smoke. For most Saiyans, it was also considered as a 'one-time-thing'.

Not for this Saiyan.

He took another drag, and sighed softly. He was having that feeling again, and he had a feeling something was going to go horribly wrong one of these days. Maybe it had something to do with that barrier around them. Norak had managed to alter it, but now their speed of time was going faster. They had to do something about that. Tricitrius and Norak were already working on it, but it would take some time.

Irritated, he butted out his cigarette, and placed his arms behind his head, thinking things over again and again.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and Elvor fell to the ground with a yelp. Elvor cursed in a few languages he knew, and got up to answer. Another thing they had copied from other planets. Other planets within the treaty of Vegeta-sei always gave them some technology they had never heard from before, or something else they didn't have.

"Elvor Greadon," he mumbled once he held the contraption to his ear.

He heard nothing for awhile.

"Hello?" he asked.

No response. He shrugged and hung up.

'That was weird,' he thought, and pulled the chair that he'd been seated on back to its feet.

He wondered who had tried to call him, but dismissed it.

When the phone rang again, Elvor turned to it in confusion, before picking it up.

"Hello?" he asked calmly, trying to contain his anger.

This time, he did hear something. But he didn't like it. A low chuckle was heard on the other side of the line, and Elvor felt his blood freeze on impulse. Something was wrong! Horribly wrong!!

"Do you honestly think she'll be safe?" a blood-freezing voice said, iced over with pure fury.

Elvor didn't like where this was going.

"W-w-w-what are you talking about?!" he demanded. "Who are you?! What do you want?!"

"Do you honestly think you can protect her?" the voice continued, ignoring Elvor's questions.

"Who are you talking about?!" Elvor hissed, anger showing.

Another cold chuckle.

"You'd better watch your back. Revenge will be MINE!!!"

The guy hung up.


'Ey!! Wake up!! WAKE UP!!!

Ugh… I'm too tired… 5 more minutes…

Shit!! ……… Fine!! I'll do this meself!!


The girl's eyes snapped open and she hurriedly pushed open the pod.

"Delta!!" she shouted, and the dog looked up in surprise from his basket.

"Company!!" Laze said, and stormed down the stairs.

Delta was down with her within a second.

Her eyes instantly went to the figure sitting lazily in the armchair near the burning fire. Laze could've sworn she extinguished it the night before. Her brows knitted down neatly, and she growled in anger. Delta did too, but the person didn't move.

"You're pretty fast, aren't you?" the man asked smoothly.

Laze blinked. This wasn't the same guy as last time. She could tell by his voice.

"Who're ya and whadaya wan'!?" she demanded angrily.

Delta staid at his master's side, ready to protect her at all means as the man stood up and faced them. Instinctively, Laze got into a fighting stance, not planning on being caught off guard in any way.

"There is nothing that I want from you. I just want to help."

Laze and Delta looked at him oddly.

"Help… me??" Laze repeated, not at all knowing if he was telling the truth.

The man nodded. Delta barked, as if saying he wasn't fooled.

"Delta!! Down boy!!" Laze hissed.

"Help me with wha?" she asked the man. "And wha guarantee do I have tha ya won't kill me?!"

The man reached behind him, and pulled out a weapon she had never seen before. Before Delta or Laze could respond though, he tossed the weapon at her feet. Laze stared at it, wide-eyed, before looking up.

On Earth- and Chikano-sei, it was traditional for people to throw their weapons at their enemies' feet if they surrendered completely. And this guy also raised his hands calmly, his face a mask of indifference.

"That enough?" he asked, and she heard the slight teasing in it.

Laze was still hesitating, and she stared into the guy's eyes long and hard, before she dropped her fighting stance and straightened up.

"Put yer hands down already," she said.

He did so.

She crossed her arms over her chest, and asked: "Wha is't tha ya wanted ta help me with?"


Zero shut the book and placed it back on the shelf. His race had been terminated, by none other than Frieza, whom he had served for some time, until he got transferred to a different part of the galaxy. He was very glad of that. However, he'd been born on a different planet, and knew little, up to nothing about his home planet or his race. He was trying to find something in the library, but all books said the same. Every single one.

Cold, murderous, heartless monsters.

But Zero didn't believe that. When he had woken up on the planet, he had been told by an implanted voice in the ship that he was supposed to protect the planet. He had failed in that.

Frieza destroyed the planet, and took him into custody. He had been forced to obey Frieza's commands, but Zero was very stubborn, and refused to kill anyone. So he told others to take care of it.

Zero was a strange demi-Saiyan though, because his eyes were a pure gray, and his hair was dark red. He was a rare Saiyan, because he had been told gray eyes weren't very common amongst Saiyans. He'd seen two other Saiyans before, and both had black hair and the same color eyes. Well… one of them had hair at least. The other was bald. Their names were… Raditz and Nappa, if he wasn't mistaking. It had been so long, he'd almost forgotten.

Then again, that's what he'd been trying to do. Those two weren't the nicest guys in the universe, and he had been glad to get away from those bozos.

Anyway, Zero was searching for information about his race, but he wasn't having much luck at that. All he did know, was that it would be rather hard for him to find a mate. That much had been clear to him since he'd grown up and reached adulthood. He felt in his bones that he had to find a mate in life, one he could spend his whole life with, and raise a family with. He knew that was close to impossible though. If she had to be a Saiyan, he was in deep shit.

All people on the planet he was on were humanoid, and looked a little like him, hadn't it been for their skin color, which was a pale greenish tint and their large tails. Girls had tried to gain his attention, but he never saw the girl he wanted in them. They just… missed something. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew it was important to him. Very important.

"Damn," he cursed when he once again stumbled upon the same words describing the Saiyan-race. "There's got to be SOMETHING in here with some information about---WHOA!!!"

The reason for the last exclamation was because the ladder he'd been standing on toppled over and he fell along with it. He tried to grasp the wall, but only succeeded in pulling out a book.

He crashed onto the ground, not breaking anything thanks to the Saiyan blood running through his veins, but he did get a nosebleed from the book that had fallen on his face after he'd accidentally pulled it from the shelf. Zero growled in anger, removing the blood from his nose as he sat up.

"Fuck!!" he cursed, and was about to throw the book away, when he noticed something on the cover.

The title was plain and simple.

Saiyan history of the last 10.000.000 years Edited Version.

He was left staring at the cover, before he flipped a few pages, staring at pictures of humanoid creatures with a clear skin seemingly made out of marble, and hair and eyes of every color imaginable. Most of them were drawn while fighting against monsters, but others were drawn amongst other races and cultures, and where they were accepted.

Zero started reading, and he accepted what he read. He knew this was the truth. The truth he'd been searching for. He continued flipping through the pages, until he reached one of the most recent drawings.

His heart instantly sped up as he gazed at the drawing. It was so lifelike, that he could've sworn it was a photograph instead of a drawing. Dazed, he could only stare at the Saiyan's long mane, cascading down her back like a waterfall of sunlight, only much brighter, staring at something he couldn't comprehend with eyes like a pair of sparkling gems, dressed in a Saiyan armor, ready to face battle. She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever witnessed in his entire life.

He looked around, and once he was sure no one was around, sneaked out of the library, carrying the book with him.


Laze was tinkering away with the machine, her face concentrated on the task at hand. She didn't even bother the man who was watching everything she did to make sure she didn't make any mistakes. Laze knew what she was doing though, and not once did she make a mistake. Delta helped his master as best as he could by handing her tools or simply holding a piece of metal or machinery in place. The only words coming from her mouth were tool-requests to Delta. Other than that, and the tinkering of metal, there was silence.

Her gentle fingers carefully twisted two wires together, before attaching them with two previously twisted wires, making electricity sparkle slightly. The spark was reflected in her eyes, as she put them down and soldered them together, being ever so careful not to burn herself.

Once that was finished, she placed the wires in the back, finally satisfied, and closed the small hatch, before using bolts to shut it.

"Done," she said, getting up, along with the strange man.

Delta barked in confirmation.

She looked at the man from the corner of her eyes and said: "Try anythin' and I'll find a way ta personally kill ya. Got tha?"

The man closed his eyes and sighed.

"Yes," he finally answered.

"Good," Laze said, turning her attention to the machine again.

Laze took a long breath, and sighed through her nose.

"Le's ge' this over with."


Blood… it… it's… red… flowing…

It was… everywhere…

Pain… stabbing… pain…

Hands… covered… sticky… with blood…

Blood slipped… through… through her fingers…

But she… she couldn't care…

She… she looked up… looked up at… at me…

I… I can hardly… hardly move as… as she draws near…

Her hands… hands curl at the fingers… making them… look like…

Claws… ready… to rip… my skin a… apart…

Can't… can't make out… make out a… a face…

Don't… don't know who… who I'm… looking at…

Mind's… a jumble… can't… can't even… form a single… single blast…

Light… light appears in… in her… her hand… between… her nails…

A… a dark… dark light… something… alive…

It… it squirms… but I can't… can't find… fright…

Why? … Why am I… not afraid…

Her… hand… pulls back…

I… I stare… stare in orbs… like gems…

She… she stares… stares back…

I… feel my… my mouth… moving… but… can't hear…

Her… her eyes widen… her jaw… drops…

What… whatever I… I said… shocked her…

My mouth… moves a… again… but still… can't… hear…

I… can see… her… her eyes… spark… at… at the corners…

She… she lets out… lets out a cry… and… and throws the… light away…

I… hear… a bang… so… I'm… not… not deaf…

She… drops… near me… and… picks… picks me up… softly…

She… didn't mean it… I know that… it was… her job…

I utter… one more… sentence… before I… leave her… alone…

I'm sorry…


The redhead gave a strangled cry as he woke up. He looked around. He'd fallen asleep on his desk. He cursed at himself, then got up. He gave a yawn and headed for the shower. He needed one. Badly.


He stood in the center of the room, holding a sword in both hands, holding the blade close to his face, staring straight ahead, emerald green eyes focused on movement from any side and unblinking, sharply pointed ears perked to pick up any sound.

Movement and sound behind him, and before anyone could blink, the training bot had lost its "head". The other training bots took that moment to attack, but he zanzokened and took down bot after bot with a simple slash of his blade.

After quite some training, Elvor finally stopped taking his anger out on the poor training bots. All bots were spread across the room in nothing but small pieces of metal. Elvor looked around the room, seated on the ground in a crouch, grasping his sword in his hand. Finally, he got up, sheathed his blade, and headed out of the training room.

BANG!!

"OOF!!"

"AYA!!"

Elvor had run straight into Laze, and he wasn't all that happy about it, and neither was Laze.

"WHY DON'T YOU/YA WATCH WHERE YOU'RE/YE'RE GOING/GOIN' YOU/YA BITCH/ASSHOLE!!!" the duo screamed at each other, and stormed off.

For a reason that no one could explain, those two never managed to get along. They were always arguing, fighting, and biting each other's head off (or at least trying to). So it was quite easy to say that they didn't like each other, but no one was quite sure of the reason. The scene in the training rooms had been forgotten by the looks of it, because they never mentioned it again, not even during their fights. It was like that night had never happened.

Laze began to show herself less and less frequently in the palace, until she stopped coming altogether. Strangely enough, even though Laze was a bitch to everyone, people were starting to miss her. Elvor didn't. He liked the peace and quiet, and enjoyed it while it lasted.

And besides, who'd miss her when she would die?

Not him, that's for sure.


It's been almost a year now…

Laze sighed as the water cascaded down her worn out body.

Ye're still here?

Well DUHH!! O' course I am! Don't ask stupid questions, alrigh'?

Why won't ya jus' leave?

'Cause I can't! And ye're bleedin'.

Laze blinked and stared down in confusion, watching the red mix with the water. She huffed and stared up at the ceiling, allowing the water to spray on her neck.

Don't care.

Oi. Ye're pissed off.

Ya think?

Look, I know ye're pissed, but remember wha I said?

'Ferget the past 'n' go on with the present', I know, I know.

Then, STOP YER BLOODY MOPIN'!!!!

Laze winced. Her mind could be pretty loud sometimes.


Took some time, but I'm finally done. Didn't get many reviews, but I'm gonna continue anyway! So bleh!! [sticks out tongue to everyone who turned this story down]

Hope you all liked it!

Alrighdy!! Let's answer that review I got!

Reviews:

SaiyanGal: I'm rather impressed and releived to be able to answer some of my own unanswered questions. Thank you for enlightening me Milaya!

Hey! No prob! :)