Hey Peeps! How ya'll doin'? SO sorry I haven't updated in so long, but it's testing season at my school and I've been studying and working my @$$ off. Okay, for those four of you who've reviewed. . . THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! I love to hear from fans! Major confidence boost guys! Alrighty then, on to chapter 5, where the REAL plot begins. . . ENJOY AND REVIEW! PLEASE! Sayonara!

Chapter 5:

Planet Kraston and Doctor Ungo

Incoz lead Bulma and Vegeta through the ship and out onto the planet where it was night already. He needn't worry about the couple escaping because the instant they stepped onto the surface, fifty armed, jackal faced guards surrounded the duo. Had Bulma been without the protective forcefield that Incoz gave her, she would have broken her backbone under the immense pressure. Vegeta however, having already accomplished training in 150 times Earth's gravity, was fine as he strut in front of Bulma and behind Incoz. His nature was almost possessive and it sent shivers up and down the woman's spine. But she was glad to have his protection, for some reason she felt she was safe with him.

The body-possessor and the guards trekked down street after street, their direction was towards an enormous, triangular building. It's structure reminded Bulma of the Egyptian pyramids, but she had little time for reminiscing. They stopped in front of the building and Incoz spoke a few words, using the same language from earlier, into an intercom. A voice in the identical dialog answered him and the door slid open. If Bulma thought the outside of the building looked huge, it was nothing compared to the inside. When they first walked in, colossal computers with technicians sitting in front of them buzzed and whirred, then caged lab animals of all sorts of species Bulma had never seen - - and some familiar ones from earth - - after that came bottles of preserved organs and whole creatures, failed experiments and mutants were also in this category as Bulma gazed in horrified awe. Dissection tables were scattered around the area between the bottles and tanks, Bulma nearly fainted because some of the tableaus still had half-done autopsies and bodies of dead test subjects on them - - she could only hope that she and Vegeta didn't end up like them. She quickly lowered her head as they passed the tanks down to the very end of the pyramid-like building.

"Are we feeling a touch ill, my pretty?" a cracked voice asked.

Bulma jerked her bowed head up at the question. Her eyes met with those of the brightest orange she had ever seen. The eyes were set into the body of an old man, his wrinkly skin was a murky yellow and the hair he still had was red. He had horns and a tail, three legs and two folded arms. Glasses enhanced his unusual eyes and his face was that of a human, sharp fangs flashed as he grinned at her, all in all...he was ugly. Bulma covered her mouth and ran to a corner. Choked gasps and the unloading of her stomach was heard by the guards, Incoz, Vegeta, and the yellow creature shortly after.

"If she wasn't before, she sure as hell is now. Who are you, old...thing?!" Vegeta demanded, trying to block out the sound of Bulma's digested dinner hitting the ground.

"Silence! You are in the presence of the great Doctor Ungo!" a guard barked out.

"No one tells me to shut up!" Vegeta roared, turning around to attempt to discover the voice's source.

"Now, now. He is our guest...as is his beautiful friend over there. As the soldier already told you, I am Doctor Ungo. Geneticist, researcher, scientist and friend of the Yangh of Kraston. And you, my fine young man, would be the great Prince Vegeta of Planet Vegeta...it is an honor." Doctor Ungo bowed lowly to Vegeta. "Alas though, you are prince of a dead planet and dying race. Only three Saiyans left? What a pity, such a grand race, truly marvelous fighters. Perfect for my experiments...Ah! And that fair little blue creature over there in the corner is Bulma Briefs, distinguished engineer, technician, and scientist...and such a knock-out too." he moved towards Bulma's chucking corner and was confronted by a fuming Saiyan.

"Tell me, Doctor, what is the meaning of your kidnapping us and bringing us forcibly here to this damned planet?!" Vegeta growled.

"All in due time my friend. Right now I wish to speak with the youthful Ms. Briefs alone a minute..." the doctor told the prince.

At the sound of her name, Bulma glanced fearfully at Vegeta and shook her head violently. That freaky yellow alien scared her. She didn't wish for her life to be alone with him. Vegeta was the only one who could really protect her, and she didn't want to lose that assurance.

"It appears that she does not want to speak solitarily with you. And there is no way I am letting her out of my sight." Vegeta grunted in response.

"Protective aren't we? Well, I guess if you insist...I can talk to her with your audience. Guards, leave. Incoz, go feed the experiments." the doctor ordered.

"Yes sir!" the guards and Incoz chorused.

After the jackal aliens and the body-possessor had left for their duties, the doctor nodded to a little room off to the side of the area. Bulma stood up shakily and headed towards the room, Vegeta strode over to her side and walked next to her. Satisfied that his "guests" were following him, Doctor Ungo proceeded through the door.

"Woman, you look pale. Are you all right?" Vegeta asked with slight concern.

"I'll be fine in a little while. That doctor just came as a shock. He never did tell us what we're here for. I just hope we don't wind up like those other creatures on the tables and in the tanks. Vegeta, I'm really afraid." Bulma answered uneasily, leaning against him for support.

'So am I.' that was what Vegeta wanted to say, but instead, "There is no need for fear, woman. I have given you my promise to protect you, and I always honor my word. Fear is for the weak."

"Then I am very weak. I only hope we can leave soon."

The two entered the room with the doctor and glanced about. Bulma was apprehensive, Vegeta was bored.

"Let's get this damn meeting over and done with now!" Vegeta growled impatiently.

"Well, since Vegeta here seems so eager, we'll forget the pleasantries and cut straight to the chase. As I mentioned earlier, I am a geneticist. Bulma, you may know what that means, but I'm not sure Vegeta does. So for his sake, I'll explain. I study genes and DNA, as well as experiment with them. Plain and simple. The reason I had you brought here is because I wish to...to study you and your genes. I have been watching the Prince here since he was but a lad in Frieza's army, watching and waiting. Bulma, you are a fairly new addition to my list of subjects, but important to my research nonetheless."

"Get to the point, old man." Vegeta ordered.

"Fine, I will. I myself am a hybrid mutant. And this is the basis for my studies. I wish to understand more about myself and my origins. Ever since I was young, I have experimented on duplicating, splicing, and mixing genes. Some of my earlier experiments are on display out there in either cages or tanks. But my research has come very far. A recent development in my studies has been the birth of your friend's half-breed son, Bulma...what was his name? Ah yes, Gohan. I hardly paid any heed to the Saiyan, Kakarrot, until I saw his son's immense strength on Namek, after you had died, Vegeta. And that brought me to some amazing realizations. Hybrid beings are, more often than not, more powerful than purebreds!"

"So?" Vegeta yawned.

"So, the reason I brought you here is to experiment and see if my hypothesis is correct. Just think of it, a child with Vegeta's power, and your intelligence, Bulma! Imagine the possibilities! The Yangh aren't that powerful, they can't properly defend themselves against other species. If we had the child that I wish to conceive, they would - - knowing a Saiyan's lifespan - - have a guardian, a god of sorts, to protect them for almost all eternity! It would be marvelous! A new age, a safe age, and I could finally prove my genius to all!" the doctor looked at them expectantly and eagerly.

Bulma's jaw was wide open. 'This...this...freak wants me and Vegeta...to...?! He wants us to...to conceive a child for him, for the sake of science?! What an ass! I sure as hell hope that Vegeta doesn't agree to this.' she looked over at the Saiyan in question and was almost pleased at the silent shock that shone in his black eyes.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Vegeta roared angrily. "YOU WANT ME TO IMPREGNATE HER JUST SO YOUR PITIFUL PLANET CAN HAVE PROTECTION?! YOU KIDNAPPED US ALL THE WAY FROM EARTH IN THE HOPES TO PERSUADE US INTO HAVING SEX AND GIVING YOU A HYBRID GOD?! HOW DAMN SCREWED UP CAN YOU FREAKS BE?!"

"Vegeta, please. You don't understand, it wouldn't just be for the planet! It'd be for the sake of science! Bulma, you're a scientist...tell him how wonderful this research would be for species of all kinds! How much it could help!" the doctor pleaded of the woman.

"Y-you have got to be kidding me! There is no way I will allow myself to be violated by him in order to produce a child for you! Screw you bastards! Life happens, it's not created by science! Even I know that! You don't mess with childbirth! Sick, alien creeps! How dare you!" Bulma proclaimed, mindful of Vegeta's sensitive ears.

"I'd thought you'd understand at least, Ms. Briefs. But I see that I am going to have to resort to drastic measures in order to achieve my goal. The Yangh are an advanced race, and they do have ways of getting what they want. And they, we, won't hesitate to use them. But I prefer for you to do this the natural way, yet if I have to interfere...believe me, I will. Guards!" at the doctor's call, twenty guards rushed in and grabbed the pair from behind.

"What the hell are you gonna do now?! Let me go! Send me home!" Bulma shrieked, struggling in her captor's grip.

"BAKAS! GET YOUR DAMNED HANDS OFF OF ME!" Vegeta ordered loudly. At his resistance, one of the guards produced a needle. "AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GONNA DO WITH THAT?! DON'T YOU DA-" Vegeta was silenced as the needle was stuck into his skin. His writhing in their grasp ceased as the drug caused him to black out.

"VEGETA! VEGETA, OH KAMI VEGETA...WAKE UP! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE! YOU SAID YOU'D PROTECT ME! VEGETAAAAAAAAAA!" the guard holding Bulma pulled her out of the room and down the lab. Bulma was crying so hard that she didn't resist as they dragged her out of the building, down the streets, and tossed her into a small house. She was slightly relieved when they threw Vegeta in after her.

Oooooo! What's going to happen to them now? Fine out next time in chapter 6: Audience Outside! And review puh-leese! Luv ya alls! Sayonara! *PS - - if I get 10 reviews in 7 days, I promise to update 3 chapters in one session! The countdown starts today, Dec. 5. . . so start reviewing and I will update 3 chapters on Dec. 12, not including updates that I do during the week! Sayonara. . . again!