The more I work on this, the happier I am that I re-wrote this because it just feels so cathartic to have fleshed out characters and a story I can slowly build back up. Answering reviews again cause I've got a couple:

X3runner: Kirsi would not like Chichi, or Bulma for that matter. Kirsi is a very petty woman and has always been jealous of any woman who has a good relationship with their child because she never had that with Ivory, and at this point, it's too late to even try. Ivory and Kirsi drifted apart when Ivory was a child; Ivory had already preferred her father over her mother when she was a baby and after Frieza's death, the gap only widened. Kirsi saw them drift apart but there was nothing she could do to fix it; Ivory had already decided who mattered to her and who didn't. As for ChiChi, she wouldn't be an exception to Kirsi's jealously over her bond with her child. When those two meet, there will be some fireworks.

ALSO I FINALLY SAW THE BROLY MOVIE AND IT WAS LIT. AND BEFORE ANYONE ASKS, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IVORY WOULD DO TO HIM AND HOW THEY WOULD INTERACT. BUT THAT WILL PROBABLY GO IN A SEPARATE CHAPTER.

It had been a week already and Ivory was still fuming because of her recent revelation. Everyone was steering clear of her to avoid getting killed or injured because she was in a really bad mood. No one made mention of the frost that trailed behind her when she walked, no one mentioned the ice that crackled off her being no matter what she was doing, and no one mentioned the harsh drop in temperature in the house that made it uncomfortable for everyone but her to live in. No one spoke to Ivory either, not even to check on her; she wouldn't answer them anyways. The only one who managed to get anything out of her was Biamuh, and even he walked on eggshells around her.

"Princess?" Biamuh said softly. "It is time for your meal. Would you like me to bring it to you or will you be dining downstairs?" Even though she was in a bad mood, Ivory still needed to eat and bathe, and it was up to Biamuh to make sure she maintained her routines. It was difficult in the mood she was in, but Biamuh lived to serve her and needed to make sure all her needs were met.

"…they were right there Biamuh," Ivory said quietly. She was facing the window, her back to him. Biamuh couldn't see her expression as the window started to ice over, but he could make out the tense line of her shoulders and it put him on edge; there was no telling what she was going to do. He'd been serving her long enough to know that when she got into these moods, it was hard to coax her back down.

"Right there," Ivory continued, clenching her fist. Biamuh didn't comment on the frost at her feet that was slowly spreading outwards, inching up the walls and covering all the furniture. "I had one of them, quite literally, in the palm of my hand." She turned to him, eyes slightly crazed. Biamuh tried not to flinch when she met his gaze. "It was like they were taunting me. Dangling my prize right in front of me. And do you know what I did in that moment?"

He hesitated. He wasn't sure if he should actually try to question her or if he should just stay quiet. For so many years he had gone without incurring his princess's wrath, but his lucky streak might end today. She was in a very violent mood and him being in the room with her could've been the seal on his death warrant. Biamuh took a chance and decided to answer, fearing for his life the whole time. "What did you do Princess?"

"Nothing!" The frost suddenly shot up to the roof, engulfing the entire room. Biamuh flinched as ice covered his entire body, limbs already locking in place at the deep chill. Ivory stood by the window, which was beginning to splinter and crack from all the ice covering it. "I didn't do a damn thing! I let them slip away! I had the perfect opportunity to kill them and I didn't do anything!"

Biamuh couldn't move. His feet were quite literally frozen to the floor and he couldn't move. Ivory probably wasn't aware of what she had done to him, or she just didn't care. Biamuh wasn't going to say anything to correct her; he'd been frozen by her before and this time wasn't as bad.

"It was pathetic. I should've taken advantage of the situation but I didn't!"


Out of all the hostage situations that Ivory had ever been a part of, this one was…one of the most pathetic. Then again, she had to remember exactly which planet she was dealing with and it all started to make sense. It amazed her that the technology on earth could be so unique yet so primitive, and even the weaponry suffered from that affliction. The guns were so…so…ancient compared to the guns some soldiers in the army used.

She had been looking for something fun to do and this was what she ended up with.

Ivory snuck out of the house, wanting to explore on her own this time instead of with company, and somehow managed to get taken as a hostage for some crime she didn't bother trying to figure out nor care to try. All she knew was that some brute manhandled her into a building beside a bunch of people who were terrified for their lives and pleaded for the man to let them go. The man who had the audacity to touch her would've been dead the second after the grabbed her, but in the name of not drawing attention to herself, she let it slide. Though, if nothing happened and no one rescued them, Ivory would take matters into her own hands. She perfected unnoticed kills a long time ago and a few quick death beams through a couple heads would finish this matter quickly, but she was curious.

There were six men in total, one man outside screaming at officers and five inside the building who had guns poised to shoot. Ivory was disappointed in the scheme as a whole: the guns they were using looked clunky, the men did nothing to conceal their identities properly, and there were so many blind spots that could be taken advantage of that she wondered why no one else had noticed them. She'd been kidnapped three times and held hostage more times than she could count, and each attempt had been so elaborated and well-planned that Ivory had been almost impressed; had she been weaker, she might've feared for her life. This attempt however? Very poor.

She sat patiently beside the other hostages and tried to contain her boredom. She couldn't even pretend to be scared; one of the criminals kept threatening her and pointed the barrel of the gun at her numerous times, but every time he did, she would simply stare back at him until he slowly lowered the gun and went to antagonize someone else. The other men walked through the building, waving their guns around and threatening people who looked especially terrified while the leader tried to talk the officers into giving them money. They seemed to be at a stand-still, officers trying to negotiate the criminals out of what they were doing while the criminals wouldn't relent until they had gotten their money. Another thug pressed the barrel of his gun against Ivory's temple and told her he'd spare her for a kiss.

"So desperate for a woman's touch that you have to hold her at gunpoint for affection? Pathetic."

Someone chuckled and the gunman spluttered for a response. When he noticed that Ivory wasn't going to entertain him any longer and that he wasn't scaring her, he settled for growling and stalking off to scare someone else. Ivory didn't know how much longer she could tolerate this before the bodies would start to fall. 'These fools have five minutes before I kill them myself.'

Barely another minute had passed when they heard a shout from the lead gunman.

"That's it! We're gonna start picking off these hostages one by one until our demands are met!"

Someone grabbed her elbow and yanked her to her feet. Ivory recoiled at the touch and nearly killed him at the spot, but only her desire to see how this would play out kept her at bay. She'd been stuck on a ship for months and this was the only entertainment she had in a long time; she would see this to the end. "Let's start with the mouthy one." Another gun was pressed to her temple, the gunman resting his finger over the trigger. "Make an example outta her."

For any other person, this would be the time that they'd beg and plead for their lives, offer something in exchange for their life, or try to ignore what was happening. Ivory however, waited for the shot to go off. The bullet wouldn't harm her, even at this range, but it'd be interesting to see how everyone reacted when they noticed the gun didn't hurt her.

"Stop right there!" A voice rang out.

People covered their heads, some screamed, others took the opportunity to crawl away, as a duo crashed through the doors and knocked over the first two gunmen. The other three aimed their guns at the pair, the gunman holding Ivory keeping the gun trained on her. Not that Ivory minded; finally something was happening! 'Who are they?'

Their clothes were absolutely gaudy, bright splashes of color clashing with other colors and designs that just drew attention to them; it was like whoever designed them didn't know the meaning of inconspicuous. They looked exactly like a pair of heroes out of a cartoon and spoke just as boisterously, posing with coordination and enthusiasm that Ivory had only ever seen in the Ginyu Force. Captain Ginyu would probably be impressed if he could see their coordination and flair; he probably would've asked them to join the force even.

She was so wrapped up in her memories that she almost missed what was going on. Almost.

"I am the Great Saiyaman!"

"And I am Saiyawoman!"

'WHAT?!'

Rage.

She was filled with a rage that she had never known before. She sent her minions to look for the Saiyans and got no results. Yet they parade around in gaudy outfits, in plain sight, like they wanted people to know who they were. They pretended to be heroes, the good guys, saviors even. And there were in reach. Just a couple of feet away from her, so focused on their poses and heroic speeches that a simple beam between the eyes would end them; they'd never see it coming and Ivory would be rid of them.

But the clicks of guns snapped her out of it, startling her out of her murderous thoughts.

"What're you idiots doing?! Shoot 'em!"

The gunmen shook themselves out of their collective stupors and began firing at the flashy duo. This also confirmed Ivory's suspicions that these were Saiyans in disguise because the male hero stepped forward and caught each and every bullet with one hand without flinching. No normal earthling would be able to do that; maybe one sufficiently trained, but no run-of-the-mill person. Had she not heard them use a version of 'Saiyan' in their name, Ivory would've found this duo interesting.

But knowing they were Saiyans changed everything.

Two of the gunmen stopped shooting once they realized their guns weren't effective and decided to rush the duo. The female hero was ready, taking them both out with quick and powerful kicks. Another gunman trained his gun on her and fired, but the male disappeared from sight and reappeared in front of her, catching this bullet as well. So, they were faster than normal humans, but not fast enough. Ivory had seen him move in front of the gunman and while the average person would've been impressed, Ivory found him rather slow.

'An opening,' Ivory realized in the midst of the scuffle. 'I need to find an opening. I can kill them both right here if I find an opening.' She had a plan and she thought it would take weeks before she had any leads but there was an opening right here that she could take advantage of and it'd be foolish if she didn't. She was just standing here while the people she was after showed off in front of her. This was the perfect chance to kill one of her enemies and she could blame it on the bullets. She'd love to take credit for the actual kills but she really didn't want questions raised. Of course, it wouldn't really matter in the long run; after these Saiyans were dead there would be no one stopping her from taking over the Earth. In fact-

"You're comin' with me." The gunman from earlier grabbed her arm and started to drag her away, the move angering her more than surprising her. Who did this brute think he was touching her and trying to manhandle her?! This was the final straw; she had had enough. She didn't want to participate in this charade anymore. She'd gone from bored to livid in record time and she'd be damned if she were to stay here and let these Saiyans mock her. The game was over.

Ivory lifted a finger and reached behind her, touching the tip of her finger to the man's forehead. He didn't even have time to make a sound before a beam pierced his skull, killing him instantly. Ivory would've liked to see his expression when he died; the poor fool probably died without realizing it.

But whether it be one body or one hundred, Ivory would cut down as many people as it took if the meant the Saiyans died. And now that she had them in her grasp, she wasn't about to let them go. It wasn't what she wanted, not in the slightest, but she'd take it. Sad really; she wanted to feel their blood on her hands and see the terror in their eyes but she'd make do with what she was handed. She lifted a finger and took aim…

Only for one of them to appear in front of her. She quickly dropped her hand to the side, aware of how suspicious it would be if she killed them here and now. Her fingers itched however, energy pooling underneath her skin as the need to kill grew rampant in her.

"Are you alright citizen?"

She couldn't see into the helmet but she knew she could pierce it if she wanted to. They were once again wide open. Ivory could've killed them right here and now; they were so close she could reach up and choke them, or send a beam through their chest. It would've been easy. She'd already killed one person and no one was the wiser; she could've done it again. It'd be so easy to get rid of not one, but two pests that ruined her life and be done with this whole thing. Her vision started turning red and hazy until she could barely make out the shape in front of her. Her fingers twitched again, wanting to just reach up and-

A swarm of people from out of nowhere suddenly surrounded them, some sobbing people clinging to the hero and thanking them for the rescue. Others, including small children, cheered for the heroes and started screaming in joy. Flashes of light went off all around her, nearly blinding her and making her lose focus of her target. She tried to follow the crowd, to push past the people in her way, but more and more people got between her and her target until she lost sight of them. She once again fought through the crowd, not caring who got knocked down in her way while she pushed forward.

And just as she had reached the front of the crowds, the heroes had taken to the air and begun to flow away.

She stood there while the crowd slowly dispersed and the authorities began checking over a few injured people. Ivory didn't know how she managed, but she made her way back home, ignoring her mother and her soldiers who questioned her whereabouts. She brushed past all of them, noticing Biamuh out the corner of her eye, quickly ushering her mother away and many of the soldiers scrambling to find cover. Only when she was alone in her room and she was sure everyone was far enough away did she fall to her knees and scream.

A perfect opportunity in front of her and Ivory lost it.


"How could I have been so stupid?! I still can't figure out what caused me to lose sight of my targets like that! Some stupid crowd overwhelmed me and I let them get away!"

"Princess, perhaps you-"

Biamuh choked, gasping as his throat was taken in a strong grip. He looked down at his princess, who stared up at him with noting but rage. Ivory slowly squeezed his throat tighter, watching his face turn pale. She increased pressure just the slightest bit, digging her fingers into the sensitive skin of his throat. "I don't believe I asked for your input Biamuh."

Biamuh couldn't even move to free himself if he wanted to. He could only pray that his princess would have mercy and not choose to kill him. He didn't plead for his life, just stared down at his princess while she slowly choked the life from him. A small part of him feared that she would actually kill him, but a larger part of him knew that she would never go that far.

And that part was right, as Ivory released his throat and took a calming breath, shaking herself out of it. Biamuh took large gulps of air, nearly falling to his knees when the pressure relinquished. He watched Ivory walk back over to the window, touching the tips of her fingers against the frozen glass. Slowly, all of the frost in the room receded, inching back into Ivory's hand.

"I apologize Biamuh. I let my temper get the best of me." She turned around and inspected his neck. "That's going to bruise badly. I shouldn't have done that."

"You were angry and I provoked you. I deserved it."

Ivory shook her head. Biamuh was nothing but loyal and probably see it as an honor to die by her hand. But she shouldn't have let the temper get the best of her, especially when she was the one who had made the mistake. "You deserved nothing of the sort. This was my error. I got greedy, saw my prize in front of me, and let them escape. I didn't act quick enough. It's wrong of me to act like you were at fault."

Biamuh rubbed his sore throat. It wasn't as bad as it could've been. He'd been beaten to near death by the late emperor Frieza and had most of the bones in his body broken during a very difficult mission. What she did to him could easily heal with enough time. "What happens next Princess?"

Ivory may have been angry, but she did have time to think of what would happen from this point forward. She wouldn't let her chance slip like that again.

"Well, our search might be a little easier now that we have an idea of what to look for. These so called heroes I encountered went by the names 'Great Saiyaman' and 'Saiyawoman.' I can't just dismiss that as a clever play on words, those were actual Saiyans under there. I want you and your team to gather as much intel on them as you can." She knew the male couldn't have been Vegeta; he'd been far too tall (unless Vegeta had undergone some kind of growth she was unaware of) and he had too much pride to ever parade around in such a gaudy outfit. No, that male had to be either Son Goku or another Saiyan she'd never met before, but she was willing to bet it was Son Goku. She didn't know exactly how tall he was, but it wasn't Son Goku, then another Saiyan had gone under the radar for too long. "If you manage to find them, either follow them or contact me immediately. Understood?"

"Yes. Of course Princess."

Ivory turned back to the window, clenching her fist. Maybe it was better that she'd missed her chance before; this way she'd have the pleasure of seeing them take their last breath.


-Two Days Later-

Ivory had once again been trying to learn the language of the land when she heard a clatter from downstairs. It didn't sound like something that needed her attention, her mother had probably just had another mishap, but she was on guard when the door to her room was slammed open.

"Princess!"

Biamuh and his squad dropped to their knees in front of her, and Ivory took note of the numerous papers in their arms. She would've scolded him for such a rude entry but all the papers made her pause. It was very curious; there was no way they could've gathered information that fast! Biamuh was good and Ivory gave credit where credit was due, but she didn't believe that they had gathered that much information in the span of two days. "You may rise. What have you gathered for me?"

Biamuh rose to his feet and presented her with a collection of papers, all of them with pictures of the hero from her encounter. If Ivory could have read the text, she would've poured over all the information. But, as she hardly understood the letters, she would have to get Biamuh to explain the significance.

"What are these?"

"Gathering information on the heroes wasn't as difficult as expected. People all over the city are obsessed with learning about their identities." He handed her a page that had a picture of the heroes in the center with a bunch of lines connected them to pictures of different men and women. "There are people who have theories about who they might be, but I'd like to direct your attention to this particular man here." He pointed to a small picture of a male that was circled many times with a red pen.

Ivory didn't even have to look for long.

"T-Those eyes. The hair." She didn't notice that she was clenching her fist hard enough to draw blood. The floor underneath her feet had also started to frost over, creating a sheet of ice that was once again beginning to spread outwards. It was only when Soya flinched as her foot was encased in ice that Ivory realized she was once again letting her emotions get ahead of her and reigned her control back in. "Father used to describe those traits to me when I was a child; those were the features that the Saiyans from legend would have. I'd be a fool not to recognize the signs. That is a Super Saiyan, the very being that struck down my father."

Her father had told her the Saiyan legend many times as a child, to the point where she could tell it back to anyone who asked. It was something passed down in their family for generations and was supposedly just that: a legend. No Saiyan had the power to become some powerful, legendary warrior. All they could do was become giant apes and that wasn't a substantial power up. It only made them easier to attack. But Ivory couldn't dismiss it as a simple legend after her father died and she saw the video. After her father's death, she didn't dismiss anything as a legend anymore. Seeing this man, even if it was just a picture, filled her blood with rage but she did her best to keep it under wraps so that she didn't freeze over her soldiers.

She had killed at least a hundred of them in her lifetime that way.

"That isn't all Princess. They call that man the Golden Fighter."

A small bout of hysteric laughter bubbled up in her throat but she refused to let it out. She couldn't get ahead of herself, not again. She was elated that they had found this information; she finally had a face to search for, though he looked…different. "This man…correct me if I'm mistaken Biamuh, but this man doesn't look like Son Goku." The video had been fuzzy and there had barely been a picture, but the man who killed her father haunted her dreams; she knew his features by heart and while the man in the pictured looked similar, she could tell that it wasn't Son Goku. Nor was that Prince Vegeta; those features weren't as sharp as the Prince's and his widow's peak was easily identifiable. From what her soldiers had told her, Saiyans retained features that didn't change during their lifespans. Whoever this man was, he must've gone under the radar for years.

"We came to that conclusion as well, and we have a few different theories. Either Son Goku or Prince Vegeta underwent surgery to change their appearance, they've managed to find other Saiyans that were in hiding, or one of them, possibly both of them, have had offspring. There isn't much information on the Golden Fighter to tell what might be true."

"What we do know," Soya continued. "Is that the Golden Fighter disappeared around the same time Saiyaman appeared in the city. Perhaps a Saiyan was afraid of being recognized? From what these people say, the fact that Golden Fighter suddenly disappeared and Saiyaman appeared right after is too much of a coincidence."

"As for the female, we didn't research her as extensively as we should have." Biamuh exchanged the paper in her hands for a different one, this one with more information on the female. It wasn't much, as many females were connected to Saiyawoman's picture, but at least it was something. "Then again, there wasn't a lot of information to go on. We've focused on Saiyaman more because it was a male that murdered your father. But if you'd like us to do more, we can."

"This is enough. More than enough in fact. There's finally a face we can look for instead of random searching." First Vegeta, now this man. She was making strides she didn't think possible in so little time. "Words cannot describe how pleased this makes me. What you've accomplished the past few days is simply amazing." She had honestly been expecting the search to take weeks but it seemed like every force in the universe wanted her to confront her father's killer. If all of this was falling into her hand so well, she just might bring Son Goku to his knees by the end of the week.

"Tomorrow we search for the Golden Warrior. Only, remember that the male will have dark hair and eyes. If you do manage to find him and has transformed into Super Saiyan, do not engage with him. Any encounter you might have with him, leave to me." She waved her hand. "Dismissed."

Once they were gone, Ivory stared down at the picture of the Golden Warrior. The more she looked at it, the angrier she got. The picture morphed right before her eyes until she was staring at the image of Son Goku instead of the Golden Warrior.

And he was laughing at her. Taunting her. Looking up at her smug because he had killed her family and got away with it. She could've been imagining it, but she swore she could actually see blood on the picture, the blood of her father. Her hands trembled, making her drop the picture to the floor. There was blood all over her hands, staining her skin. She tried to wipe her hands off on her clothes but that only made it worse. Blood pooled at her feet, changed her clothes from their vibrant colors to a deep red. She shook her head and closed her eyes, trying to will the blood away.

'It isn't real,' she thought to herself. 'None of it is real.'

But when she opened her eyes, in front of her was the mutilated corpse of her father.

She tried to run to him, tried to reach out and touch him, but the Saiyan blocked her way, as if he had materialized from the image. He grabbed hold of her wrist in a strong grip and refused to let go. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let go. She could hear ragged breathing getting slower and slower by the second, her father trying to call for her. But she couldn't get to him. His blood was everywhere and he was trying to reach for her but she couldn't get to him. Son Goku was blocking her way, covered head to toe in her father's blood.

Then she blinked, and the image was gone.

Ivory fell to her knees, trying to forget the horrific image she just saw. No, she wasn't going to let those Saiyans destroy the rest of her army or come after any more of her family. Pretty soon, she'd watch them take their final breath.

'Be patient Ivory.' She could just hear her father's voice in her head. 'Those Saiyans will get theirs soon enough.'


Kirsi couldn't help but listen in. Ivory had been ignoring her for days now and she was very curious as to what her daughter had been up to and where this plan was going. Now that she knew, she was pleased. Maybe they'd leave earlier than expected, which would be perfect for her. They could get back to their empire and build it better than before, and Kirsi could take her place as Queen of the universe. No more Saiyans to worry about and no more living so plainly. They'd finally be leaving.

Still, and she felt bad about thinking like this, but a part of her wanted there to be a flaw in this plan, something that Ivory had overlooked which would mess this whole thing up. She loved her daughter and did want the Saiyans dead, but she really wanted Ivory to make a mistake. She had heard of Ivory's mistakes the other day and it had pleased her when it shouldn't have, and now she wished it would happen again. Ivory may not have been as short-tempered as Frieza, but if she got frustrated, she'd go with her father's tried and true method of mass genocide.

And maybe that was exactly what Kirsi needed.

Maybe if Ivory got frustrated enough, she'd resort to blowing up the planet instead of this ridiculous plan. Ivory tried to stay rational and level-headed, but even she would succumb to frustration and act in the same way as her father. There was a chance Ivory would get upset if things stopped going her way and she'd just go with the quickest option. Maybe that was what Kirsi needed to do: pull strings from the shadows.

It was cruel and underhanded, but it could be the push Ivory needed.


A/N: Everything seems to be falling into place for Ivory. She's finally got a lead on a Saiyan and she might be able to take him out soon enough. Unless Kirsi decides to do something that ruin things. We'll see how this plays out.

Oh, and in case anyone is wondering why Vegeta or any other Z-Fighter can't sense Ivory's energy when she has little emotional outbursts, I have it in my head that Ivory is so strong, she's like the Trio of Danger from DBS, with ki that is nearly impossible to read (I say nearly because down the line, someone is going to figure it out). In the last version, I didn't explain why Ivory couldn't be detected and that really impacted the overall story. Now I have a more cohesive reason.

And last thing, if you guys want some quality DBZ stories (or just good fics in general), I highly suggest checking out some of moviefan-92's work. One of my favorite stories DBZ stories by them is The Genius In The Slave Quarters and another good one is Dragon Ball Z: Ultimate Warrior, which I am already obsessed with. Go give their stories a look if you want really good stuff to read.

As always, thank you for all the reviews, the follows, the favorites, and the support. Seeing your reviews and seeing the follow and favorites trickling in really makes my day and keeps me going. I'll see you all in the next chapter.