Chapter 4: Return

"Eneii… I need to talk to you for a second," Elvor said calmly, and the blonde blinked in confusion, before following him to a more private room.

"What's wrong, Elvor?" she asked kindly, noting that Elvor leaned against a desk.

"Just a question, but," Elvor started, then gave a sigh, "how well do you know the Milen family?"

Eneii blinked, and asked: "Why in heaven's name would you want to know that?"

"Call it curiosity," Elvor said with a shrug.

"Oh. Well, I only know Azanka and Anja, and I don't even know half about them. What can I say? That family's a mystery!"

Elvor gave a sigh, and nodded.

"Thank you," he said calmly.

Eneii smiled, and was about to leave, but she changed her mind and turned to Elvor.

"Hey, Elvor?"

Elvor looked up at her, showing her he was listening.

"Would you like to go out with me?"

Elvor blinked in confusion, then shrugged with a smile and said: "Sure."

Eneii smiled brightly and left the room.


"Miss Laze," a voice said timidly, and Laze turned toward the middle-aged looking man standing in the doorway.

The man had pitch-black hair that was spiked at the front, and silky at the back, which was tied back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His eyes were a piercing sapphire blue, but they spoke of several different emotions. He wore some loose pants, and a white shirt with some easy boots on his feet.

"Whadaya wan'!?" Laze hissed, and Delta growled angrily. "Delta! Down!!"

The man gulped at the sight of the dog, and turned to the woman in the room.

"I finished training, Miss Laze," he said softly, standing as tall as he could.

Laze snorted.

"Good. Head downstairs, and I'll be there in a sec," she hissed.

"Yes ma'am," the man said with a nod.

Once he had left, Laze growled and turned back to what she had been working on. She painted the last part of the demon she had been working on, and smirked.

"Well Delta," she said, "tha okay?"

Delta smiled and barked an affirmative.

Whoa!! Nice!!

Laze scoffed at her work, still smirking, before wiping it off and heading downstairs, wiping her hands clean of the remaining paint on a rag.

"Delta! C'mon boy!" she called out, and Delta sauntered down the stairs after her.


They ate in silence, Laze because she didn't feel like talking, and the man because he was too afraid to. Delta simply ate beside Laze, who was leaning against the counter, not feeling like sitting down. One leg was crossed across her other, and she calmly used the chopsticks she had in her hand to eat the rice she had prepared a little earlier, a dish she had picked up from Chikano-sei when she'd been there. But one thing about Laze was, when she ate, it was most likely with her eyes closed, and she almost seemed… peaceful when she did.

Almost.

Silence reigned for what felt like an eternity, until Laze finally spoke, not opening her eyes.

"Ya know wha tamorrow brings, eh?" she asked, voice cold enough to freeze him on the spot.

And it constantly did.

"Yes, miss Laze," he said out of respect, even though she treated him rather badly most of the time. Nothing would ever be able to change that respect he had for her, because he felt that she had to have a heart, somewhere.

And he kept believing it, no matter how hard people might try to change it.

"Ya know the rules; I dunno ya, ya dunno me. Same goes for Delta."

The dog barked in confirmation upon hearing his name.

"I know," he said, finishing his portion of rice only seconds before Laze did.

Without opening her eyes, she set the bowl in the sink, and opened her chilling sapphire blue eyes. And, like always, it always froze him to the bone, yet it did nothing to his soul.

"Good."


"I swear, she's always busy with something," Zachana mumbled, not looking away from the small mirror she was holding in her hand.

Carefully, she applied the light red lipstick, while listening to the others chat.

"What is she always working on anyway? It's almost like she wants nothing to do with anything around her," Kaichi wondered, sitting backwards on a chair.

Ancha gave a mental sigh. She was considered as the cheery, foolish young blonde of the gang, even though Laze also could be considered as a blonde. But contrary to what people believed, she wasn't as foolish as everyone thought. If possible, she was the most adult one of the gang, safe for Laze. The only reason she acted the way she did, was to be able to cheer people up in gloom situations. So far, it worked perfectly

However, Ancha knew what was causing the change in Laze's appearance, having noticed it from the beginning. Ever since Laze stepped into Anaia's room, wearing that trenchcoat. Laze had probably thought that coat hid everything, but she'd been wrong. When Laze had taken her hands from her pockets, placing them on the table, Ancha had seen the dark black bruises on the girl's wrists, as well as the still healing wounds on the back of her hands.

And Ancha wasn't as dumb as everyone said she was. Not at all. But still, Ancha was a real worrywart, and right now, she was worried sick about Laze. There was something terribly wrong with Laze, and she had to find out what it was!

"Moi need zo get out for awhile," she said waving some cool air at her face with her hand, pretending to be hot, before leaving the room.

"Hey, hey!! Where're you going??" Ancle asked.

Ancha turned to her, mouth open to retort, but she paused, looking to the side.

"Out," she finally said, pointing at the exit, and leaving quickly.

She didn't like lying to her best friends, but she had to talk to Laze. Laze wasn't telling everything, and she had to find out what was bothering her.


Calmly, Ancha landed outside of her friend's house, and waited for a moment. Laze would've sensed her coming. That's just how Laze was. And she was right, for not long after, the door opened and Delta came out, followed closely by Laze herself.

"Ancha, whadaya think ye're doin' here?" she asked as Delta studied the younger blonde.

Ancha slowly wiped a lock of hair from her eyes, which was now shoulderlength, and stated: "We need zo talk."

One of Delta's ears lay flat as he cocked his head to the side. It was clear that he was confused. Laze was probably confused as well, but it sure as Hell didn't show.

"There's nothin' ta talk 'bout," she stated, and was about to head back inside.

"What of zose bruizez tu had?" Ancha asked, and instantly, Laze stiffened.

Delta started growling angrily at the girl, while Laze just stared.

"H-h-h-how did ya……" she asked as Delta continued growling.

"Je suis not blind, Laze," Ancha said calmly.

Laze didn't say anything. She finally looked away from the girl's aquamarine colored eyes, if only to avoid her accusing stare.

"Can I come in?" Ancha asked, making it clear she wasn't leaving until she got some answers.

Laze didn't say anything for awhile, then said: "Yeah, sure," and went back inside, followed closely by Delta.

Ancha walked in and closed the door behind her. Instantly, Ancha looked around, this being the first time she had actually been in Laze's house.

It was quite cozy actually. Not at all like everyone had thought in the first place. Everyone had suspected Laze to be a messy kind of girl, always messing everything up, but apparently, she liked order. Ancha noticed that Laze had sat down in an armchair near a fireplace, which wasn't lit at this time of day of course, looking at it as if it fascinated her. Delta was resting beside her, seemingly asleep.

"Nice place," she complimented calmly, still looking around.

"Thanks," Laze mumbled, leaning on her fist and still gazing at the fireplace.

"The fireplace isn't lit, Laze," Ancha said, surprisingly without her ever-present accent.

"I know, and I dun care," Laze mumbled.

"What happened, Laze?" Ancha demanded softly, knowing that she was probably still touchy about it.

Laze looked at her briefly, then turned back to the fireplace.

"Ya migh' wanna ge' a chair fer this," Laze mumbled.

Before Ancha could ask though.

"Check the kitchen, smartass."

A short while later, Ancha was seated next to the armchair, looking sideways at her friend, even if Laze didn't consider them as friends.

"So, what happened?" Ancha repeated, making sure Laze was going to explain.

The taller girl, who still looked like the lovely maiden of 18, while others continued to age, took in a deep breath and released it as a sigh, raking a hand gently through her golden mane of hair. Finally, she opened her mouth and spoke.

"I was jus'… sittin' here, readin', when someone knocked… well, more like banged, on the door…"

Delta growled softly, as if recalling the same thing.

"Delta started barkin'… I opened the door… partially… There was this… guy, standin' there. I dunno who he was, I neva saw 'im before. I asked wha he wanted, and suddenly he jus'…"

Ancha listened as Laze told her everything, not once interrupting, waiting whenever Laze would stop momentarily, and gently held her hand whenever she couldn't seem to go on. Laze's face had a sad, almost lost look, but her eyes remained completely free of any moisture the entire time. It was like she really wanted to cry, just, let it all out, but was somehow unable to. Ancha then remembered that Laze was somehow, different from all of them, like she was the adult amongst a group of children. Still, it hurt Ancha to watch her friend like this.

"Laze… if you feel like crying, I won't stop you…" she assured, letting her friend know it was alright.

Laze sighed softly, and said: "I most likely woul'… if I coul'…"

Ancha looked confused.

"Trus' me… I've tried… but I can't… not even after…"

Again that sad look, but again, no tears.

Suddenly, a strange look came over the girl, like she was shocked, and then angered, but she said nothing.

"Laze?" Ancha asked, starting to become worried.

Delta looked up from his position on the floor, looking up at his master in concern.

"I-I'm fine…" Laze managed to get out.

"You sure?" Ancha asked.

Delta got up onto his hind legs, placing his paws on Laze's leg, and laying his head in her lap. Laze simply nodded, scratching the dog gently behind his ears.

"Laze," Ancha said finally, needing to know one more thing.

"Hmm?"

"Will you come back? It'z been dix-neuf ans."

Laze blinked, staring into the unlit fireplace.

"Tha long?" she questioned, most likely to herself. "I… I neva noticed…"

Ancha smiled, patting Laze on her shoulder in a friendly way, and said: "Ze time fliez at ze weirdezt timez, no?"

Laze smirked lightly, the closest she could get to a smile.

"And by ze way, everyone'z worried about tu."

"Not everyone…" Laze murmured, but she didn't say anything after that for awhile.

Suddenly, a familiar ding-dong sounded through the room, making Laze look over at the grandfather clock next to the fireplace.

"It's noon already??" she questioned, and Delta instantly left the girl's lap as she got up.

"Ye wan' somethin'?" Laze asked the other girl. "I's got more than 'nough."

Ancha suddenly realized she hadn't eaten since breakfast, and for Saiyans, that meant she was quite hungry. And her stomach started to protest too.

"Uh… zure…"


Ancha calmly ate the rice she had in her bowl, smiling around a mouthful of the, for her, odd dish. Delta was munching on his own food, while Laze simply leaned against the counter again, eating with her eyes closed, with a pair of chopsticks nonetheless.

After awhile, Ancha swallowed the last of the rice, and turned to her friend, who was calmly chewing on a small portion of her own rice.

"Laze, how'd you make zis?" she finally asked.

Laze slowly opened her eyes, holding a small piece of rice between the two chopsticks. She put it in her mouth, still looking at Ancha, but not answering. She chewed, swallowed, and finally spoke.

"Pays off to study other planets, eh?"

"Non, non, non!" Ancha said, waving her fork a little. "I mean, how did you learn zo cook zis well?!"

Laze smirked lightly, then said: "Practice makes perfect. And besides, I live on me own with Delta, and I dun think Delta can cook with them paws o' his. Can ya, boy?"

Delta grinned up at his master and barked in response.

The blonde smiled, and resumed eating after getting seconds (again). Laze also resumed eating, closing her eyes again. The rest of the meal was spent in silence.


Ancha left after both had finished eating, leaving the golden haired lass to her own thoughts. As the other girl shot off, the wind caused Laze's hair to wave about madly, before falling back into place, without a single tangle or knot, and only a single lock of hair having fallen in front of her eyes. With a style that was clearly her own, Laze wiped the lock away from her face, tucking it behind her ear calmly.

Laze gave a sigh, and walked back into the house, Delta following close behind.

"Delta, why the Bloody Hell did I jus' tell Ancha wha happened?" she asked.

Her dog shook his head softly, showing that he didn't know. Laze sat down in the armchair, thinking for a while, with Delta lying down beside her.

BRING!!! BRING!!!

Laze looked up in confusion, staring at the phone attached to the kitchen wall. After the third ring, she zanzokened, reappeared beside the contraption, and picked it up at the fourth ring.

"Laze here, whacha wan?" she asked coolly.

"I see you're doing fine," a familiar voice said, making Laze flinch.

Then, a smirk passed over her face.

"Belthasar!! Yeah, I'm doin' jus' fine! Really."

"That's good. Actually, I wanted you to come over. I've got something to show you that I highly suspect you're going to like."

Laze blinked.

"Wha's tha?" she asked.

"It's a surprise!" he said.

Laze frowned. She didn't like surprises very much, but she was still curious.

"Fine, I'll be there in an hour," she mumbled, hanging up the phone before he could respond. "Delta! Come on!"


In some sort of study, sat an old man, dressed in blue and white robes of some kind, wearing a strange hat on his balding head. He was holding a staff, which held a piece of golden amber on it. Inside the piece of amber, rested a wondrous blue gem, one people knew as a sapphire. He smiled, a bit of an ironic smile, thinking of the piece of amber.

The amber resembled the strength, vigor, and beauty he had seen ever since he'd been a mere lad. The beauty he'd grown up with for so long, only to have it robbed from his grasp. Gold was considered a more valuable substitute, but he always reminded people that, even though gold was indeed valuable, it was thick, and you wouldn't be able to see anything through it, not even with gold paint.

The sapphire… now that had a special meaning all of its own. It stood for the family he had served under for so many years. A very special color too… for all members of the royal family, that's right, royal family, favored this wondrous color of sapphire, in more ways than one. The color was rarely seen nowadays, especially in the way he had always seen it.

He suddenly shook his head. He shouldn't think like that. After all, he had a 'guest' coming over. He looked at the clock, noting that it was almost an hour since he made the call.

"Three… two… one…" the old man said wistfully, right before the door opened and he turned to face the girl walking into the room, followed shortly by her dog.

"Right on time, as usual," he said calmly, smiling at her.

"Well, why shoul'n't I be?" the girl asked, sapphire blue eyes looking like cold gems, as always.

Her eyes missed a spark. A spark that every living being needed to live. But she didn't believe she lived. She was just there, just there. She didn't feel like she had a meaning in her life. She had been born to fight, and that's that. It saddened him that she thought so lowly of herself, but he never said anything of it.

"So, wha'd ya got ta show me anyhow?" Laze asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, I found something a few days back, and I think you're going to like this," Belthasar said calmly, walking over to a table with the use of his staff.

Laze walked after him, with Delta on her heels.

Once at the table, Belthasar gestured at a parchment lying there, and said: "Study this, and tell me what you see."

Laze quirked an eyebrow at him, but studied the parchment carefully, leaning on the table with both hands. Her piercing sapphire blue eyes flashed across the parchment, taking in every little detail, and speaking thousands of words within a second.

"Hmmm… a bunch o' islands in the ocean," Laze mumbled after a while.

"Ah-ah-ah! Look closely, my dear."

Laze looked at him in confusion, and looked again, her finger calmly trailing over everything. Delta got up onto his hind legs, wanting to see it for himself, and studied the map along with Laze. Belthasar watched in amusement as it suddenly started to register in the girl's mind.

"Wait a sec! Are ya sayin' this thin' was…… floatin'?!" she asked, staring at Belthasar, who simply shrugged.

"Something was probably keeping it there," he said calmly.

Laze turned back to the map, a strange glint of curiosity appearing in her eyes.

"'Til it didn't," she suddenly said.

"Sorry?" Belthasar asked, confused.

Laze straightened up and said, facing the old man: "Somethin' made it drop into the depths o' the ocean. If it's been in the air fer so long, wha made it fall all o' a sudden?"

Belthasar smiled inwardly. She was always so easily curious about stuff she had no knowledge about. She always wanted to know everything, just to understand it. He knew she didn't like it when she couldn't understand something, and she would keep working until she finally did understand. It was just how she was. But he wasn't sure if that could be considered a good thing. Because it always got someone he used to know in a lot, and I mean, a lot, of trouble.


"Something's wrong," Zachana mumbled softly.

She was fiddling a little with her lipstick, twirling it between her fingers gently.

"I can just FEEL it!!"

Ancle, always the skeptic of the party, asked: "Oh, and just how in God's name do you know?"

Zachana frowned in anger and said: "I just do, okay?!"

Kaichi looked at them, and said: "I don't feel anything."

"Well, I do."

Everyone gave a yelp as they whirled around to face the person who'd spoken up. A pair of glittering sapphires that served as a pair of eyes to the golden haired girl was set in their usual rock hard stare, not allowing anyone inside the pair of eyes.

"Laze! Goddamnit!! You scared the living daylight out of us!" Ancle mumbled, holding a hand to her rapidly beating heart.

"And ye girls're gettin' sloppy. I've been standin' here fer a full five minutes and ya didn't even notice."

This confused the girls. Laze was standing next to the door, but she was completely shrouded in the shadows. She'd stepped forward, but if the girls hadn't known any better, they could've sworn the shadows had swallowed her up.

Delta gave something that sounded vaguely like a snort, but that's it. Laze looked around the four other girls, who were obviously waiting for her to explain what she was talking about.

"The Black Wind howls… and tha means somebody's gonna die somewhere."


"Hey everybody! How's it going?" a young blue-haired scientist asked cheerily upon entering the Kame House.

"Hey, Bulma! Great to see you again!" Krillin exclaimed with a smile.

Vegeta cracked open one eye from where he was meditating, and smirked, before getting up from the ground, dusting himself off. He still wore his usual clothes, seeing as he never got tired of it.

While Bulma and Roshi greeted each other, Vegeta simply watched for awhile. Something was going to go wrong. He didn't know what it was, but he'd had this feeling his entire life, and it's never let him down so far. Something bad was going to happen. But he had no idea what it was.

"Hey Vegeta!" Bulma said, walking over with a broad smile on her face.

"'Ey Bulms," he said, and Bulma smiled at the old nickname.

"So, how've you been doing? Any word from Goku?" she asked.

Vegeta smirked and said: "Yeah, but you'll have to wait until he gets here to know."

Bulma pouted, and asked: "Aww, can't you tell?"

"No. I promised I wouldn't."

"Darn."

Krillin decided to but in there.

"Hey Bulma, is Yamcha coming, too?" he asked, looking at the woman for a moment.

"I don't think so. I think he had a ballgame to play or something. I don't know," Bulma said. "So, where's Lunch?"

"She went with Tien after the tournament," Vegeta said calmly.

"Ah."

They all started some light conversation, talking about everything and nothing to pass the time. But the more time passed, the more the feeling Vegeta had increased. It wasn't something he could describe, but he knew it was there, he could feel it all over his body. Whatever it was, it was coming closer by the second.

He didn't get very much time to think about it, because Goku arrived not too long after. And he wasn't alone.

"Hello! Anybody home?" Goku's enthusiastic voice called out from outside.

All four of Goku's friends (five if you count Turtle) came outside to greet the man. First thing they noticed was that Goku was holding a kid in his arms.

"Hey, Goku, what's with the kid? Are you babysitting?" Krillin asked, confused.

Vegeta was the only one who didn't seem shocked about the kid, but no one seemed to notice.

"He's my son," Goku said plainly, looking at his kid.

This caused Roshi, Krillin and Bulma to cry out in surprise. Vegeta didn't even show any kind of emotion, just an amused smirk at the looks on his friends' faces.

After getting used to the idea, Bulma sat in a lawnchair, simply watching young Gohan run away from the waves crashing onto the island. He was a lot like his dad, but in so many perspectives a completely different person, that it was just strange. It was just so odd to see someone so much like your best friend walk around, but act so much like a different person at some points.

Vegeta watched Bulma and Gohan every now and then, but was mostly confined to himself. He needed to think. He couldn't understand why he had this feeling, but it made him feel so uneasy, and on guard, like he was about to be jumped any second. He forced himself to relax, but nothing seemed to work.

Finally, he just gave up and began meditating. Not like that helped, but he didn't want the others to know he was feeling uneasy.

He heard Goku and Krillin talk for awhile, though he didn't really pay attention to what it was about.

But the second he came, his life was about to change forever.


"Vent… Noire…??" Ancha asked, confusion written all over her face. "Why doez zat zound zo familiar?"

"How the Bloody Hell'm I 'posed ta know?!" Laze said with her usual cold tone, crossing her arms across her chest. "All I know's tha I've had this bloody feelin' fer's long's I can remember, and every time, somebody was gonna die somewhere."

Everyone looked at each other, before Laze sat down in one of the chairs, and put her feet on the table, leaning back in her chair. She hung her head, shrouding her eyes in the shadows of her fringe, which always got into her eyes. But even so, she never got rid of it. She never did anything about her hair, except for tying it back in ponytails, which she preferred most. She sometimes did it in a braid when she felt like it, but that wasn't often.

The girls all had long hair, but Laze had the longest hair of the lot of them. It brushed her ankles when unrestrained and when she stood up. Strangely enough, she never had troubles with it. She never complained about tangles, which Zachana did all the time, while her hair was a lot shorter. When Laze was seen combing her hair, the brush went right through the manes. She hardly did while others were around, but sometimes, she just had to.

Right now, her hair hung over the back of the chair, seeing as there was no way Laze was going to sit atop her own hair. That would be just… painful, even for her.

"So, how does that feel?" Ancle asked, rather curious.

"I told ya girls 'nough's it is. I'm not tellin' anythin' else, ferget it."

"Why won't you tell us?" Kaichi asked, frowning. "It's not like you to keep secrets from us."

"Says who? You?" Laze asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, her head raised a little to make her eyes visible.

Suddenly, her accent vanished and a stern, serious tone replaced her once stoic, cold voice.

"It might seem I have no secrets, but that's only because I never mention anything about my personal life. That's the only territory where I don't allow anyone to come."

But, even though she said that, Ancha was the one who knew better. She smiled inwardly, knowing that Laze seemed to trust the other blonde better than anyone else, besides Delta that is. But Ancha had promised never to tell anyone, and she kept it.

"But… where iz zomeone going zo die?" Ancha asked.

Laze lowered her head again, and was silent for awhile. A sudden wind picked up, and brew through the blonde's long hair, but no one else felt the wind at all.

"……Three Saiyans will die…… on……… oh Bloody Hell!!"

Without giving a warning, she shot up, knocking over the chair and rushing out of the room. Delta scurried on after her as fast as he could, and when the shock had vanished, the rest of them followed as well.


"You sent Vegeta to Earth-sei?!" Elvor asked, a little confused about it.

"It seemed like the best option back then," Laze said, fiddling with a couple of machines as the others watched.

"But how come three Saiyans're gonna die?" Norak asked.

"How the Bloody Hell'm I 'posed ta know?!?!" Laze demanded. "I'm tryin' ta figure it out as well!!"

She flipped a few switches, and suddenly, they heard battle cries, and people yelling this and that. Laze was the only one who could understand the yelling, so she quickly flipped the auto-translator on. Everyone listened as the battle continued on and on. After awhile, Laze's brows furrowed and she growled in anger, exposing a set of razor sharp fangs no one had noticed before.

"Raditz 'n' Nappa," she hissed, and everyone gasped in shock.

"Bardock's son?! That guy who cost us so many Saiyans on Mirada-sei?!!?" Kaichi demanded.

"Tha's the only Raditz I know 'bout," Laze hissed, clenching her fist angrily.

"Goddamn the son of a bitch!!" Ancle shouted in anger.

They listened intently, listening to the fight continuing, and the words spoken in the mean time. It seemed like hours before the battle finally came to an end.

"Kakarot…? Isn't that that 3rd class that got sent to Earth-sei as a kid?" Zachana asked.

Elvor simply nodded.

"Dragonballs…" Laze mumbled, looking thoughtful and holding a hand to her chin.

Her index finger hid her mouth, and she seemed to be a little lost in thought.

Then, she shoved herself away from the computer, stood up, and walked out without a word, leaving Delta to catch up with her.


"Dragonballs… Dragonballs…" Laze continued to mumble, walking past the line of books, her finger gliding past the titles of the books. "Dragonballs… I've heard tha somewhere before… I know it…"

Finally, Laze pulled out a book that seemed like she'd already read it through, and flipped through the pages. She came up blank.

After putting the book back, she continued on her way. Delta was walking elsewhere, checking out the lower shelves for anything. Silence reigned, safe for Laze's quiet mumbling every now and then. While Delta was searching the lower shelves, he searched in his database if it said where that book was kept. It took some time, seeing as Laze had a rather large library, but finally, he managed to find it.

He gave a loud bark, which made Laze come over within a few seconds.

"Didya find it?" she asked.

Delta carefully pulled out a book, and handed it to Laze, who bent down and took it from her dog.

"Good boy," she said, ruffling the synthetic hairs on his head.

Taking the book with her upstairs, the two left the library, closing the door gently.

After seating herself in her armchair, she started reading aloud.

"'Dragonballs are known as mythical orbs from Namek-sei, created by the eldest Namek, who goes by the name Guru. The Dragonballs have the power to summon up a dragon that will grant any wish within the dragon's power. This also includes reviving the dead who died by something else than a natural cause. To summon the dragon, you must collect all seven Dragonballs, scattered across Namek-sei. The dragon grants the first wish he hears if it is within his power.' ………Oh, Bloody Hell!! If tha bloody lizard gets 'is hands on them things!!!"

Slamming the book shut, she hurried to the phone and dialed a number she barely used, but still knew.


BRING!!! BRING!!! BRING!!! BRI---click!

"Elvor Greadon, what is it?" Elvor asked, wiping the water from his face with a towel.

"Talk 'bout enthusiastic," a familiar voice said on the other end.

Elvor blinked in confusion.

"Laze? What are you calling for?" he demanded.

"Shut it, bushhead! I'm in no mood ta argue with ya!!" she said, catching Elvor off guard.

"What??" he asked, confused.

"Look, them Dragonballs can grant any wish within the power of a dragon that can be summoned with them, and if I ain't mistakin', Frieza heard tha message from Radtiz 'n' Nappa as well, and tha means business."

Elvor was blinking for a moment, looking confused. Not like Laze could see.

"Holy Cosmos, do you always jam everything into a single sentence??" he finally asked.

Laze didn't respond for a moment, until her voice muttered angrily: "Oh shuddap."

Elvor couldn't help but grin a little at that. Okay, so there were points that they weren't at each other's throats, but those times were very small, and hardly worth mentioning. He leaned against the table, drying his still spiked hair, which even the water couldn't tame.

"But, what do you want me to do about it?" he asked calmly with a shrug.

"Well, Frieza'll either head ta Earth-sei and try ta get the Dragonballs there, or head ta Namek-sei. Tha's where them things originally come from."

"You've been studying planets too much," Elvor mumbled.

"Pays off though."


Vegeta groaned, holding a hand to his head. That Nappa had tossed him around like an old shoe, making him hit his head multiple times. Goku was in even worse condition, but the best thing was, they won. But not everyone did.

Yamcha, Tien, Chiaot-Zu, and even Piccolo died in the battle. Things had gone downhill ever since Raditz showed up. The first time they faced him, he began calling Goku 'Kakarot', and saw Vegeta as some sort of prince, but Vegeta said he was no such thing. But he had no explanation for his name and that of the Saiyans' planet, which was what he was, apparently.

Vegeta-sei…

That just wasn't possible. How could it be? It was a mistake… it had to be. There was just no way.

After the first battle with Raditz, Goku had died, and Raditz had left to get Nappa. Took him two years, and that was all the time they needed to prepare. Gohan had been trained by Piccolo, Goku by someone called King Kai, and the others trained with Kami. Vegeta had been training nonstop, not desiring to stop at anything. He just wanted to beat that bastard the next time he saw him. And he had succeeded. But at what cost?

Deciding to drop the matter, Vegeta laid back down, and closed his eyes to get some rest.


Vegeta just sat there, for how long, he couldn't remember. People were running about and the sirens were blaring, but he had no intention of moving. He was sitting on a bed, trying to figure out what was going on, but nothing came to him. He gave a sad sigh, and stared at the blanket.

Suddenly, the door whooshed open and he looked up in confusion. A young girl of around 18 walked in, with pure golden hair tied into a braid on her back, shimmering sapphire blue eyes, wearing the same armor as Raditz and Nappa, only much more classy, and a half robotic dog on her heels. Her eyes were scrunched down in a frown, and she looked relatively pissed off.

"Sire, the Queen's instructed me ta ge' ye outta here. It ain't safe here anymore," she said, talking with a weird accent Vegeta had only heard around her.

Vegeta had no control over his body as he asked: "Milaya, what's going on out there? Why is everyone screaming?"

The girl stomped over and hissed: "Not now alrigh'!?" before pulling him off the bed and down the hallway by his arm.

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

The message sounded through the hallway as everyone ran about, but Vegeta and the girl walked through the crowd without running into anyone. He didn't try to struggle, though he wasn't sure why, but he knew that he shouldn't struggle. Instead, he allowed her to drag him along.

They finally got into a room, and he noticed pods similar to those of Raditz and Nappa. They walked through the crowds, heading for the front of the line.

"Ge' inside!" the girl ordered, and for some reason it shocked him.

Nonetheless, he got inside, and watched the pod close. After only a few seconds, a special gas filled the pod, and Vegeta drifted off into a dreamless slumber.


Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

Vegeta's eyes slowly opened and he looked around the room in confusion. He was still in the hospital, but everything was slowly coming back to him. Everything from before he came to Earth-sei. Damn, how could he have forgotten anyway?

Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

He turned to the source of the sound, and noticed a scouter lying on the bedside table.

There was a note next to it, which read:

'Hi Vegeta. Just a little get-well present.
-Bulms'.

Vegeta stared at the scouter for awhile, listening to its bleeping, before he finally picked it up. After placing it across his left eye, he pressed the transmission button.

"Vegeta here," he said, still confused about who would know he had a scouter.

"Well, it's about time someone answered this thing!" a familiar voice said, startling Vegeta a little.

"Elvor?" he asked, unable to believe it.

"Who else would I be? And by the way, congratulations on beating Raditz and Nappa."

Vegeta blinked in confusion.

"How did you…"

"Laze somehow managed to tape the whole thing, don't ask how."

"……Laze???"

"Oh, right. That's Milaya. All five galls returned to their middle name. And that includes your mom as well."

"She's alive!?"

"Most of us are. We managed to escape at the last second."

Vegeta smiled at that, and asked: "So, everyone's there?"

"No."

"Huh??"

"Your father didn't survive I'm afraid. The bloke was too foolish to listen to his mate."

"Oh…"

Silence for a moment, and then Elvor said: "I actually called to tell you something."

"What?"

"Frieza most likely heard that message about the Dragonballs, and Laze has a feeling he's on his way to Namek-sei. I'm planning to go there and stop him, but I'll need some help. You up for that?"

Vegeta was silent. A million thoughts ran through his head, none of them making much sense.

'Frieza…'


"How high was the guy's powerlevel?" Elvor asked. Milaya was the one to respond.

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


Vegeta didn't respond, unable to form any words at all. What was he supposed to say?

"Vegeta, I'm leaving tomorrow, so if you want to come, better tell me now," Elvor said calmly.

Vegeta bit his lip in consideration. He had no idea of what he was supposed to do. He wanted to see Frieza dead, but there was no way he was strong enough to do that.

"Uncle Elvor… I don't think I'd be able to help," he said truthfully. "I'm scared he'll kill me."

Elvor didn't respond for awhile, then said: "I think I know someone who can help you get rid of that. Hold on a second."

He heard metal being placed on metal, and he heard Elvor yell, though he didn't hear what. Another voice followed, and a small while later, the scouter on the other line was picked up.

"Whacha wan'?" the now familiar voice said.

"Milaya??" Vegeta questioned.

Silence for a moment, until a chuckle was heard.

"Well, if it ain't Vegeta," she said, but Vegeta didn't bother with the informality. "But it's Laze now. By the by, nice battle 'gainst them traitors back there. Ye've definitely improved since I saw ya las' time."

Vegeta didn't say anything, then said: "Thank you."

"Dun mention it, squirt," she said coolly. "So, wha's the deal?"

Vegeta hesitated, and finally told him he was afraid of dying, and of Frieza. Laze listened to him, never once interrupting. After he finished, silence followed, along with a soft sigh.

"Tha's jus' somethin' ya shoul'n't be 'fraid of," she said calmly, keeping her cool. "Ya can try all ya wan', but ye're gonna die no matta whacha do. And Frieza? Bah! He's a strong sonabitch, but he ain't invincible. There's always a way ta beat guys like 'im."

Vegeta said nothing, and just thought about it for awhile.

"Are you coming too?" he finally asked.

"I dunno. Maybe if bushhead can't handle it---oh shuddap!!---maybe then I'll help."

'Bushhead??'

"Hang on a sec," Laze said, and after he heard the scouter being put down, he could hear Laze and Elvor scream their heads off at each other, surprisingly without wrecking anything by the sound of it.

After some time, he heard calm footsteps leave the room and the scouter was picked up.

"Damn her…" he heard his uncle mutter.

"Uncle? What was that about??" Vegeta asked.

"Ah, don't bother. We just can't get along, let's keep it at that."

"Oh… okay."

"So, are you coming or not?" Elvor asked.

Vegeta thought things over once or twice, and finally decided.

"What have I got to lose?" he asked.

"Alright, I'll pick you up in the morning, that okay?"

"Yes."


Laze watched the setting sun, exhaling the smoke from the cigarette she was smoking. One hand was on her hip, and her other was holding her cigarette and dangling near her thigh. The smoke danced up, creating smoky patterns that rose up in the air, before evaporating.

After taking another drag, she exhaled while shaking her head, making the smoke twirl about even more. She finally dropped the cigarette and butted it out with her right toes. Gently, she placed her hands on the railing, and hopped over until she sat down on it. Laze watched as the sun began to vanish under the horizon, making place for its bluish-purple counterpart the moon.

The wonderful orb appeared in the sky shrouding the entire planet in the deep purple hue. She never noticed it herself, but in the dark of the night, her eyes glittered with a strange tinge of emotion. Perhaps the only emotion she'd ever show, but still, no one would ever be able to recognize the emotion even if they tried. And also, her hair seemed to shine with a color that seemed almost identical to her eyes, only with a strange sparkle in it, which you would only see from the corner of your eyes, but never directly where you're looking.

She always sat there, on the railing of her own balcony, one knee pulled up with both arms just below the kneepad, and just staring at the moon, as if it fascinated her. She had no idea why she sat there, but she did, and there was nothing she could do about it.


But still, there was no one there to see the resemblance between Laze, and a girl from the distant past, from a generation long since past, whom always stared up at the bright white moon of her own planet, never obscured by the clouds far beneath her, and always surrounded with a large canopy of stars, forming the most wondrous constellations anyone could ever imagine. But even though she seemed so happy on the outside, there was a constant sadness in her heart, and a constant aching for a person who wouldn't come back.

And as she sat there, her long mane waving in the gentle night breeze, a young girl always watched from the doorway, and a dark mysterious figure watched from the garden below the balcony, surrounded by sakura leaves that fell from the trees in the garden, giving the figure a gentle, yet mysterious air, while the small girl had an air of total innocence around her.

There was no one who would ever know…

There was no one to compare them…

There was no one to hear the words they've both pronounced more than once…


"The Black Wind begins to brew…"


Alright, I'm really sorry for taking so long, but here it is! Thanks for bearing with me,

Reviews:

Forbidden Revolution: I'm a little confused if this is a prequel to RWTD how come B and V already know each other? Well Goku is an ovious since he already remebers them but wouldn't Vegeta remeber Bulma and a visa versa? Ah I'm probably confused;; anyway this does finally calm my little nagging person who kept on asking how G and V knew each other!! Great chapter I like it!

That, is going to be explained in later chapters, if I ever get to those at the rate I'm going now.

Melani: Is Laze pregnaught? Just wondering. I'll still keep reviewing as ong as you post.

Not anymore.

KC: KC: ack... too many questions... waz goin on? is laze pregnant? who 'raped' her? who's zero? waz gonna happen with the otha voice in laze's head? i know u added that for SOME reason... i just don't know wat. and i'm still sensing those majorly bad vibes! ack! update! dammit!

Alexia: oh no... dammit's your new special word,huh?

KC: yep!:p oh... strange, i just got a really weird thought that elvor&laze are just denying their true feelings... wow... that would be... um, interesting? uhh... i'm gonna shut up now... yeah...

She was. Can't answer. Zero's going to be important later on. You'll figure it out later on. And there are no bad vibes between Elvor and me (Laze is my alter ego). Elvor was the one who suggested the rivalry, and he said we had to argue until much later in the story.