A/N: Welcome back!!! The first Tarma chronicles rolled out so easy that I made a try at a second installment and sure enough it has come as well. grin This time she really gets herself in a jam. Once more let me remind you all this is an A/U. That means do not expect things to go along the original story line. In fact this story is soooo far from the original story that it's not funny. I just know someone is going to flame me after reading this. laughs Just believe me when I say I had no intention for the end to be as it was when I started it just happened. So here is the second Chronicle of Tarma.

Disclaimer: huffs Are you going to make me say it again!? grabs hair and screams in frustration NO I don't own it!! huddles in a ball, sucking her thumb

Prolog:

From the report of Terica, planet inspector for the Saiyan Empire:

Sector:

78095, no known name for this sector.

Sector contains three systems. Two of which contain stars that have gone nova or will be soon. The third system is what I will focus on.

System three:

Star is old but not at nova stage. Estimate 1,500 years until system reaches final stages.

6 planets in orbit and four bands of meteors.

Sensor scans show only one planet inhabited.

Planet five of system three in sector 78095.

Life forms detected. Unable to pen point how many life forms do to interference from the ice covering planet surface.

Atmostshpere:

Almost none.

Recommendations:

Do to extreme cold and lack of breathable air, it is clear this planet and its system/ sector is of no interest to the Saiyan Empire. No useable resources.

The deserts plains of Vegetasei. Vast barren wastelands, harsh and unforgiving. Daily the temp can sky rocket to over 150 F. Red light from the sun reflects off the red sand and packed clay, making the air shimmer with the heat. Nothing green grows here and only a few hearty lizards and snakes lay in wait for the evening cool in deep dens. A lone figure runs across the landscape. Raven hair tied into a knot at the base of her neck. Clad only in a halter-top and tight training shorts. Bare feet pound the searing red sands, seeming indifferent to the heat. A band of black cloth tied around her forehead keeps the sweat coating her form from stinging onyx eyes. Her amber tail flags out behind her as her arms and legs pump, the right arm moving just a might slower than the left. It had been six months since Tarma's close call on Gerrin and still she had yet to regain full use of her arm. She had spent two days in the regen tank and the worse of the damage was healed. The doctors couldn't figure out why the muscles refused to respond normally. Tarma on the other hand thought she understood what was wrong. That weapon had fried the paths that her Ki flowed thru in her arm. She had trained mercilessly to try and regain use of it and had made more progress than the doctors had ever thought possible. She was determined to regain full use. Normal training and workouts had no effect. So she ran. Everyday she ran for hours on end thru the heat and sand. She could feel the pulse of Vegetasei out here. The force that shaped the saiyan race was thick in the desert air. Her feet sent up little puffs of dust as she ran.

The teams had discovered that the creatures on Gerrin had killed off the original inhabitances and planned to sell the planet. The King and Prince had taken exception to someone else trying to take profit from the empire. After the creatures found on the planet had been killed an effort to find out where they had come from was launched but to no end. Somewhere out there was a new threat to the empires sole domination, yet no one knew who or what it was. Purge teams had been recalled and garrisons increased. Vegetasei was preparing for war but they had yet to sight the enemy. The sense of tense waiting hung over the planet and Tarma found it oppressive. The base was crowded with all the purge crews planet side at once. Some had been sent out on recon missions but not enough in her view. To add to her unease the odd bond with Bardock had grown. His thoughts where a steady and strangely comforting background noise in her mind. She knew where he was at every moment and he had the same sense of her whereabouts. At first she had tried to fight it. Like a hunting cat finding itself collared, she had snapped and jerked against it. In time she gave in to the fact that he would always be in her head but she reused to become complacent with it.

Horic and Pantor had been found. Pantor blinded in one eye had been carried to the relative safety of the mountain region by the one time rookie. Tarma couldn't think of him that way any longer. Gerrin had changed them all but Horic most of all. The once nervous and wet behind the ears kid was now a battle-hardened warrior, cool and almost expressionless.

Woman.

Tarma's feet didn't even stutter in their pace. Bardock's voice in her head was no shock now. She sent a mental grunt back to let him know she had heard him but keep running. The band of cloth on her forehead was soaked with sweat and her skin glistened. While her breath came in rhythmic pants she had no intention of slowing for at lest an hour.

You need to get your tail back to the base. There has been news and the base commander is calling a meeting of all the crew commanders.

That slowed her steps and she backed down to a trot. After stepping out of the tank and finding himself permitly blind in one eye Pantor had turned over the crew leadership to Tarma. She had tried to talk him out of it, sighting her arm but the slight male wouldn't hear her arguments.

When? She asked simply. She still hated to waste words.

You have a little over an hour and a half.

She could hear the buzz of voices around him. He must be in the duty room, she thought. Hell she knew he was in the duty room. BLAH, she cursed mentally to herself. It must be something important for Ronit to be calling a meeting. She slowed to a fast walk.

Fine.