To Datajana- Thanks! I was real nervous about posting this one, because everyone I've talked to seems to believe that nothing can be crossed with DBZ. Which is probably why I wrote the durned thing. ;

To ZmajGoddess- I don't know what possessed me to write it! It's actually pretty fun trying to figure out how different people are going to react to a short, spiky-haired dude who can fly. Do you think he and Wufei would be buddies, or instant enemies?

To SorcererCharity- I'll try.

Chapter Two

"He's driving me insane!" Relena yelled, throwing a defenseless pink cushion across the room. "The man is nothing but a violent maniac! He doesn't even know the meaning of the word peace!"

"It's all right, your majesty." Relena's chief servant soothed, her needle moving steadily through the torn hem of the dress in her lap. "He may be a prince, but he's not the least bit cultured. Don't let him bother you."

"How can I not?" Relena demanded, turning helplessly to her servant. "He gets under my skin somehow and drives me insane, Lila! Why can't he see that nothing is resolved by fighting?"

Lila set her sewing aside and mutely held her hands out to her queen. Just as silently, Relena threw herself into the older woman's lap, wondering how she'd survived without her.

"It will all turn out, my little queen." Lila assured her softly. "Just let it be for now; he will see eventually."

Heero slipped silently around a patrol, wondering how an invading army could be so lax in security. He hadn't encountered a single soldier he couldn't simply detour around. Getting back out might be more difficult, but he hopefully wouldn't have to.

He finally located the small service hatch in the outer palace wall and slipped inside the narrow stone passage, making no more noise than an errant breeze.

Vegeta muttered darkly to himself, stalking the halls of Relena's so-called 'palace.' He couldn't believe he was still here; three days should have been plenty long enough for one Saiyin to oust an invading army. But he wasn't allowed to kill people on a whim here, so it would take a lot longer than that this time. At least a week.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the person walking out in front of him until they ran into each other.

The prince of the Saiyins landed on his rear with an ignominious thump, probably bruising his tailbone, while the person he'd run into bounced off the wall and landed on all fours.

"Why don't you watch where the hell you're going!" Both men demanded at the same time, whipping around to glare angrily at each other.

"You're the ass who ran into me." The strange man growled, pushing himself to his feet and glaring at Vegeta. "Who the hell are you?"

"I am Vegeta, prince of all Saiyins, you little worm, and you will address me as such!" Vegeta snapped scrambling to his feet and matching the man glare for glare.

"What the- oh, you're the man who can fly." The brunette said matter-of-factly, as if flying were simply a rare skill, like perfect pitch. "Good; you should know where Relena is. Take me to her."

"Why would I know where that flower ornament is?" Vegeta demanded. "For all I know, she's off getting a new dress for her next attempt at peace talks."

"She's already started that?" The brunette deadpanned, not looking in the least surprised. "I thought for sure she'd wait at least a week for that. Then can you at least point me in a good direction? I'd really rather not announce my presence to the entire country, if you don't mind."

Vegeta thought for a moment, deciding he maybe like this guy, even if he was taller than him.

"Follow me." He ordered curtly, turning on his heel and heading to Queen Relena's private chambers.

"Woman!" The short man who called himself Vegeta yelled, rapping his knuckles on a nondescript wooden door. "I'm coming in; cover yourself!" With no more warning than that, he shoved the door open and stepped inside.

Heero followed, eyeing the pink reception chamber inside. It seemed Relena's tastes had changed little since the end of the war.

There was another wooden door, this one painted an eye-searing pink, across the room; Vegeta went directly to it and opened it without knocking.

"Get out here, woman." He ordered rudely. "You have a visitor."

"Prince Vegeta," Came the slightly snobbish reply from the inner room, "I will kindly ask you one last time to not barge into my bedroom without announcing yourself first. What would you have done if I were changing?"

"Scratched my eyes out." Vegeta responded evenly. "Now get out here so I can leave. I can't stand this room anymore."

"Fine! Leave then!"

"Thank you ever so much, your Majesty." Vegeta said sarcastically, turning and stalking across the carpet. "You're so very kind."

After a few moments, Relena emerged in all her pink glory, adjusting the skirt of her gown.

"Now, then, how can I- Heero?"

"You don't suppose he's been captured, do you?" Sally mused, polishing off her third sandwich.

"Please." Wufei snorted, grabbing the last sandwich before his partner could get to it. "Yuy plans his captures two weeks in advance and makes sure his electricity and water get shut off."

"Suuure he does." Sally drawled sarcastically, rolling her eyes, before returning to her self-appointed post at the binoculars. "Things happen, Wufei; not even Heero can plan everything."

"Don't let him hear you say that, or he'll start planning your funeral."

"You're a real funny one, Chang. Really.You are."

"Shut up, woman."

Erm… This is all you get. It's nearly August, and my house doesn't have AC. It's too friggin hot to write.