Planet Gerrin, three days later:

The cold of the ice capped pole region sapped Tarma's strength. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hide out here. The purge had gone horribly wrong from the word go. All the stats on the mission had pointed to just one more weaker race to be wiped out easily. This had been far from the case. Whoever had speced the planet was going to meet her anger if she ever got her ass off this sorry excuse of a mud ball. From the moment the crew had exited their pods they had found themselves the ones hunted and not the hunters. Geamie had been taken down with some strange gun. The blast had made his body implode. Tarma wasn't sure where Pantor and the rookie where. The last she had seen of them they had been fighting free of a mass of lizard like creatures. That in itself was wrong the inhabits of this world where said to be humanoid. Where had these creatures come from and where had they gotten the weapons and skills to match and beat an elite saiyan crew? One of those odd gun blasts had taken her in the arm during the fight where she lost sight of Pantor and Horic. That arm now hung uselessly at her side. She couldn't even call her pod do to a jamming signal at messed with her scouter. She didn't care use her Ki to bring down anything. She had tried that yesterday and had quickly found herself fighting for her life once more. These bastards had Ki tracking equipment. So Tarma sat on the frozen ground and forced her mind to work. There had to be a way to reach her pod and call for reinforcements. Pantor and Horic where out there somewhere and she wouldn't leave her crew mates to die here and this piece of shit world. Not at the hands of some lizards. She swore to herself with conviction. To add to her problems that odd buzzing hadn't gone away, in fact it had increased with each passing day. She found that if she focused on it she could pick out words and emotions. It was clear to her that these things didn't belong to her at all, the only explanation was they belonged to Bardock. I have way too much time to think, she grumbled under her breath. Then an idea struck her. If she could pick up on his thoughts, even at this distance, then maybe he could pick up on hers. As much as it stung her pride she knew she was out of her depth here and needed help. Oh he would gloat for months or even years.

"BLAH." She spat out loud. Getting to her feet Tarma paced. So it boiled down to a choice. Try and call out to that pain in the ass male. My mate, she reminded herself acidically. Or try and reach her pod that was sure to be heavily guarded. One got her pride cut and one would more than likely get her killed. She had to brutally stamp down the urge to blast something in her fury. It wasn't much of a choice really. Tarma, self-made elite, the strong and fearless warrior was going to call for help from the one person she hated to show weakness to the most. The very idea galled her but she knew a no win situation when she saw one. There was always the final choice. She set her lips in a grim smirk. No matter what, these creatures where a threat and they needed to be purged and now, Pantor would agree to what she was about to do. She stopped pacing and found a spot to sit down once more. She closed her eyes and forced herself to calm, searching to that scared place in herself she went when she meditated.

Back on Vegetasei:

Bardock had been uneasy for days now. He wished that his crew would be called for a mission, anything to help him block out the building sense of foreboding that nagged him. Several times he had caught himself just staring out into nothing, a frown on his features.

"Calling Bardock." Toma's voice snapped him back from one such moment. His second in command was eyeing him oddly. "What is up with you? I have been talking to you for five minutes now and you have done nothing but stare at the wall."

Bardock shook his head, trying in vain to clear it of the buzz of words and emotions. All he knew was something was wrong with Tarma but what he had not a clue. This strange connection had to have something to do with what happened to him on Kanssia. First the visions and now this. Would he ever been free of those fuckers? He shoved the feeling down and turned to face Toma.

"Nothing is wrong damn it." He snarled. "Now finish with your report."

Toma gave a shrug and plowed on.

"We will have to dish out a good deal of credits to have the two damaged pods fixed. It would be cheaper to just buy new ones. Just about everyone on the crew needs new armor. That last mission was hell on it, with the corrosive atmostshpere and all." He tapped the data pad he had in his hand. "Also the science wing has come up with a few new gizmos to add to scouters. They sound worth it. Among them are longer range COM units."

Bardock nodded. He had been involved some on the development of that. The newer COM didn't need to relay thru a pod for space communications, it would come in handy. He leaned his chair back, picking the front legs off the floor and looked around the new quarters. Compared to his old ones these where huge. The main room had not only a sitting area but also a full dinning area instead of a small dinette. In addition to a larger master bedroom it had a guest room, and two bathing rooms. It was down right massive to his eyes. The kitchen area was even large to him and not many saiyans that lived on the base cooked for themselves.

"Go a head and order the new pods and armor." He paused thinking for a second. "As to the scouters, I think it would be better to just get new ones outfitted with…." It hit him like a double fisted blow to the back of the head, a voice yelling in his mind. Bardock grunted in pain, the legs of his chair meeting with the floor with a thump, as he grabbed his head.

Bardock! Can you hear me?

He suddenly felt cold, bone chillingly cold and he shivered. His right arm was a wash of pain that made him grit his teeth to keep from groaning. He felt anger, a red haze of rage tinged with what he thought was panic and fear.

"Tarma?" His voice came out a low hiss and Toma looked at him. Bardock noticed and waved the other male out of his rooms. Toma stood but hesitated.

"You need to go to the med bay?"

Bardock growled low and the voice ripped thru his mind again.

Bardock!! Come in!

"Leave damn it!"

Toma narrowed his eyes but left. Bardock clutched his head and fought off the urge to roar from the pain washing over him. He closed his eyes and centered on the voice.

Tarma? Was it really her or was he losing his mind? Was all this pain hers? Gods what had happened?

What came next wasn't so much words as a cluster of jumbled images, all tinged red with anger. The snarling faces of red-scaled lizard creatures. Flashes of fighting, very intents fighting. Then the horrible sight of Geamie, hovering above a group of the creatures, his trademark smirk on his face. A bright flash cut thru the air and hit him center on his chest. The male seemed to fold in on himself and finally explode in a wash of blood and gore. Pantor and Horic fighting back to back in a knot of the lizards. Bardock could feel the need to get to them and help but he was faced with at lest 20 of the creatures himself. Then he was flying fast, looking back over his shoulder to see he was being followed by too many of the lizards to count. No matter how many times he released blasts at them they just kept coming. Then just the cold, biting and sapping his energy. His eyes snapped open and he was on his knee on the floor. He fought to control his racing breath and heartbeat. Something had gone very wrong out there. He needed more information. After calming himself he closed his eyes again and reached.

Can you tone it down a bit woman? Take it slow.

He could feel her pause and take a deep breath.

The mission stats where all wrong. We where not ready for what is here. Geamie is dead and I do not know what has happened to Pantor and the rookie. I can't get to my pod to send for back up. These bastards have some type of weapon that eats Ki or something like that. It turned Geamie inside out and took out my right arm. I have tried to open the COM thru my pod but I get nothing but static.

He felt her pause again, calming herself.

Look I need to you carry a message to Prince Vegeta. These fuckers are strong and need to wiped out and now. Bardock, listen to me and listen good. Tell the prince to send a team to destroy the planet. Just wipe these fuckers out.

Bardock surged to his feet, his eyes still closed. He fought down a wave of emotion he could never voice. Keeping his mind as clear as he could.

And just what do you plan on doing, woman?

The sound of her humorless laughter seemed to echo in his head.

Why Bardock. I plan to die. I failed on my mission. One of my crew is dead and maybe the other two as well. Just get the team out here to blow these maggots into the next dimension.

With that she was gone, back to the faint buzzing. The pain faded just as quickly as her voice and Bardock was left alone on the floor of their quarters. He roared and beat a fist on the floor, cracking it. He dug his fingers into the flooring and ripped chunks out, ignoring the slivers that bit into his hands. While the rational part of his brain understood what she had decided more of him would not accept it. He had finally gotten her to only have her ripped away like this. Energy built around him in shimmering flames. The whole building started to shake. He got to his feet and started towards the door, which twisted in its frame, bending to give him room to pass. He strode down the hallway and anyone in his path was tossed aside before he got anywhere close to them.