Sorry for the extremely long wait between chapters; it's time for finals so I've had little to no time to work on anything in the last few months.

I'm very likely going to write a one-shot story that will entail how Broly and Ivory would interact based on the Broly movie just because I could not stop thinking about it.

X3runner: The definite 'canon' ending to this story extends all the way into Super and I already have a general process of events in mind. From re-watching the TOP and writing along with it as background noise, I have a few ideas in mind for a few particular fights and interactions that I want to do; I've actually done a few of the Goku, Beerus, Gohan, and Piccolo interactions already but I can't spoil those. I'm also having a lot of fun writing about Ivory with Frost and Ribrianne. Also, Ivory is manipulative so Gohan would have to watch out.

Otaku4life: The most time-consuming part of doing this is expanding on the characters and making them my own. I want these characters to feel real so trying to develop them and place them in the story takes me a long time. But it's going significantly better than the way I did it last time. I'm also glad you're liking how the story progresses!

(This chapter is un-edited, sorry for any mistakes)


After the one horrific hallucination she had the other day, Ivory had been plagued with nightmares and phantom images of her father's broken body.

She would wake up in a cold sweat every time it happened, left with the memories of her father dying. She hadn't seen it when her father had been killed, but she could just imagine what those barbaric Saiyans did to him. When she closed her eyes, she could just picture her father's battered body, mangled beyond repair. She'd been standing knee-deep in an ocean of her father's blood, unable to reach out a hand and help him. A Saiyan would be holding her down, forcing her to watch, while another Saiyan delivered the final blow. As much as she screamed and fought, she could never get to her father in time, never free herself from the Saiyan so she could help him.

And no matter how hard she tried, nothing saved her from the image of a hand plunging itself into her father's chest.

The night had become unbearable, to the point where Ivory loathed actually trying to go to sleep. The moment she closed her eyes, she'd be plagued with images of her father dying. She was becoming more and more irritable due to lack of sleep and while she was trying not to take it out on her soldiers, little things were starting to annoy her. She tried going out more and more to try and find something to do to tire her out, but going sight-seeing was starting to bore her. She couldn't go train because the gravity wasn't as intense as any other planet she'd been on and she had no one to spar against. And she never felt like talking about her nightmares so she didn't wake up anyone else currently in their residence, so she was usually alone.

No matter what she tried, she continued to suffer from the nightmares.

It was during sleepless nights that she had taken to examining the photos that Biamuh had given her: one of the Golden Warrior, one of Saiyaman, and the one of Son Goku she had her soldiers print for her. She didn't spend too much time on Saiyaman seeing as there was a possible link between him and the Golden Warrior, so she had set it to the side while she focused on Son Goku and the Golden Warrior. It was obvious that the two men were connected somehow. Brothers maybe, father and son, or they could just be partners. She didn't know which, but she was sure that there was a familial connection between the men; they just looked far too similar to one another for their relationship to simply be partners or acquaintances.

It looked like Vegeta really did recruit help in taking down her father.

None of that mattered to her. All she cared about was that the total number of monkeys that needed to die rose from two to three. She now had their faces committed to memory and knew that if she found them, they'd die. It didn't solve the problem of her lack of sleep and all it really did was irritate her further, but it was something to do to pass time during the night.

But her irritation wasn't going to dissipate anytime soon, nor would her sleeplessness. Staying in the house also wasn't helping as her mother was starting to get on her nerves again, there was no way for her to train or spar, and she'd feel foolish if she got into contact with the main base just to talk. No, the only thing she could do to relieve herself of irritation would be going out. To do what, she didn't figure that out yet, but she had a full day ahead of her to decide.


Ivory wasn't even going to bother telling her mother she was going out; her mother would want to accompany her or badger her about going out and with the irritation she felt, she'd have even less patience and might harm her mother without fully meaning to. She was, however, going to find Biamuh and tell him her plans. He would ensure that everything ran smoothly in her absences.

She found him in their pseudo-communications room, a once empty room that had been remodeled in order to continue communications with their other bases. A lot of technology from the ship had been moved into this room in order make sure they could get in contact with whoever was needed in case things went south. Not all of their communication devices were in the room as they were installed on the ship, but there were enough to make sure reports came in constantly and accurately.

Biamuh, for once not in any kind of strange form, was at the far end of the room, looking over reports. He turned when she entered and dropped into a bow. "Good morning Princess. I was just reviewing reports from our main bases."

"Hmm, I am curious. How are the armies doing?" Would she have to leave to make sure her men stayed in line? There shouldn't be any sort of uprising or rebellion in her absence, as she left trusted advisors in charge, but if something was brewing that needed to be squashed, she would gladly go take care of it. At least it would be something to help her get rid of the increasing itch in her fingers.

"Beginning to thrive Princess. Sorbet has informed me that there has been an increase in recruitment. Men from all over the galaxy are interested in serving under you."

"What are the power levels like?" The rising recruitment was nice, but not everyone would be considered for the draft. Ivory had recently changed the standards for recruitment to ensure her armies stayed powerful: anyone with a power level from 1,000 all the way to 10,000 would be accepted to lower ranks, while anyone below 1,000 was rejected. Anyone 10,000 and above would be sorted accordingly based on their combat abilities and intelligence. This ensured that her armies were composed of only the best in the galaxy.

"The lowest recorded was 78,000."

78,000? Impressive, she would admit (nowhere near hers of course yet still impressive) but it seemed like after her father's death, stronger warriors were appearing out of the woodwork. Zarbon had only been clocked at somewhere around 30,000 while Captain Ginyu had been (in the body he'd died in) at around 120,000. The fact that the lowest recorded was 78,000 was certainly something and she couldn't help but wonder what the highest levels were. "Anything else of relevance?"

"No, everything else was routine reports; nothing of significance to mention."

"Very well. Then I'm going out for a while."

Biamuh bowed. "Of course Princess. Would you like someone to accompany you?"

She shook her head. For once, she wanted to spend time on her own, something she didn't get to do often enough. "Not this time, no. I'd prefer to be alone now that I have some sense of semblance for where I'm going." Maybe it was the lack of sleep messing with her, or maybe delighted from the news Biamuh just gave her, but she felt merciful. "Don't make me regret changing my mind, but tell our men that they have the day off. They can do as they please with this time; chances like these won't come around often." And they'd never happen again if she found out they went off and did something foolish.

"Thank you Princess. I'll be sure to spread the word. And your mother?"

"If she'd like to go out, draw lots to see who has the misfortune of going with her; I don't care. As long as she doesn't go off alone, she can do as she pleases." If anyone were to ruin her plans, it'd be her mother. Ivory felt bad about leaving her men to deal with her mother, but she certainly didn't want to be bothered with it either. It'd be in the best interest of everyone if she stayed as far away from her mother as possible for a little while.

"As you wish. Enjoy your time out Princess."


Ivory didn't think she'd ever get tired of the Earth's uniqueness.

In her lifetime she had been to planets that were much more advanced and more beautiful, but maybe it was the rustic appearance of the Earth that she enjoyed. The advancement of their technology still disappointed her, but she appreciated the architecture of the buildings. Towering and uniform, they looked spacious enough to house many people. Most buildings on other planets were flashy and were mostly built to show off wealth, but many buildings she was passing by looked more practical, like they were actually meant to house many people instead of just space for one person.

Then there was the fashion, and while she wasn't as big a fashion buff as her mother was, she still liked how simple and elegant some of the attire could be. Attire would vary in style and differ from person to person, but always looked so sophisticated. Even the dress she had on now, a black thin-strapped thing that stopped just below her thighs, had seemed simple at first yet the design had surprised her. The fabric was so light she could move as she pleased and restricted her movement far less than the dresses she had worn before. She made a mental note to tell Biamuh to take her shopping, this time for herself. She would love to expand her wardrobe with Earth style especially if it was so freeform.

The people were…run-of-the-mill to be honest, going about their day to day activities like any creature would. The division of labor was easy to tell, rich and poor had simple distinctions, and there seemed to be many leisure activities around, though this time of day seemed more dedicated to working. Some men and women flitted around in expensive looking attire, some carried strange bags, some talked on devices very loudly. Behavior varied among the different people, with a few younger looking men being bold enough to make crude gestures in her direction and say disgusting remarks. She ignored this and other remarks from the men, even though in any other situation they'd be dead. Ivory was honestly trying to enjoy her day without any of her usual bloodshed.

Ivory was just about to head to a park for a while to sit and relax when she witnessed a group of females brush past this older woman, causing her to stumble. Whatever she was carrying dropped out of her hands and into the street, where nobody stopped to help gather for her, just walking over it like they didn't see it. The old woman, hunched over and dropping more things as she went, couldn't gather everything she needed, and more things kept dropping.

Ivory would have been like everyone else and just brushed past the old woman, but it was pitiful to watch her struggle to gather everything she dropped. Plus, the woman was in the way and it would benefit Ivory to just help the elder woman so she could get to the park. Sighing to herself, she started to pick up the fruits near her that had dropped. "I believe you dropped these."

The old woman smiled in relief. "Oh, thank you so much young lady!"

Ivory had to do most of the work, but before long, she had gathered most of the items dropped. The old woman chattered about something or other, Ivory didn't really pay attention to what it was but would continue to thank her at certain points in the talk. Almost all the items, fruits and vegetables mainly, were back in their bags before long though Ivory noticed a few in the street. She wasn't about to let the old woman get them and waste more time so Ivory went to retrieve them herself.

She was just reaching for the last piece of fruit when people started screaming

The ground underneath her feet began to tremble minutely, an unrecognized roar in her ears slowly getting louder. As she straightened, she noticed something large in her peripheral vision that was beginning to get closer. Time seemed to slow down for her as she turned to watch some sort of vehicle come barreling towards her. Everything was moving in slow motion, sounds becoming distorted and colors mixing together as she tried to piece together the best way to avoid getting hit. If she let the vehicle hit her head-on, it would cause a stir: more than likely the vehicle would suffer more damage than she would on impact. She could easily move out the way, but then she'd have to worry about people curious over how she moved so quickly. She could also destroy the vehicle before the impact but that would raise more questions that would be hard to answer. Or, she could pretend to get hit by the truck and just get medical attention but the idea of getting tested on by unknown surgeons; she couldn't risk of them finding out that she wasn't like these earthlings.

Fortunately, her decision was made for her.

Everything happened quickly, so quickly that it took her by surprise. Time restarted, the sounds went from distorted to clear as day, colors exploded back into reality, and the trembling under her felt like a quake. Something wrapped around her waist and snagged her back, a mere second before the vehicle went barreling past.

She was pulled against a warm and solid weight, something heavy still around her that was keeping her locked in place. Whoever was behind her was breathing heavily, warm breath tickling the back of her neck. She could feel their heart beating rapidly, something that sounded akin to a hum. Any other time, Ivory would be affronted by anyone touching her in this manner, but this was probably the best course of action; it saved her from any kind of accidental exposure. She had to remember that she was on Earth, where her title of "Princess" didn't matter: she was expected to act like one of them. So when the person relinquished their grip on her, Ivory had no choice but to paint a relieved smile on her face when she turned to speak with them.

The words almost caught in her throat.

It was him.

The Golden Warrior.

Only, not as golden as the picture she had, nor was he as stern looking. This man had an air of friendliness around him, and warmth like she'd never felt before. It was slightly shocking; other than his hair color and eye color, he looked exactly like the Golden Warrior. Though she hadn't expected him to be so tall. She had to take a step back to see him in full height and it was annoying; why couldn't she have inherited the large stature of her grandfather? She would rather be towering over a Saiyan rather than always having to look up into their brutish faces.

Though, this one was different.

Ivory had only been in the presence of few Saiyans in her lifetime, but they had all been the same: disgusting, ruthless, barbaric savages that thirsted for battle and pleasure; they only held regard for themselves and their fellow Saiyans (though sometimes the Saiyans would feud between themselves) and would ruin everything they touched. Menacing to other creatures, yet simple annoying to Ivory.

And yet as she evaluated this Saiyan, she felt none of that. He seemed…dare she say it, kind. Open. There was none of that menace to be found and she didn't feel like she was in the presence of a savage. Rather, she was standing before a man.

A man who took one look at her, turned red, then looked away.

'Huh?'

"U-Um…" His voice stuttered as he spoke. "Your dress."

Ivory looked down. The straps of her dress had fallen down her shoulders and if they slipped any further, her bosom would've been exposed. She quickly adjusted herself, though a thought came to her from this one interaction. Saiyans were crude and ogled the pretty females of a species like they were pieces of meat: she had one memory from her childhood where one particularly bold Saiyan had the gall to pull back her mother's garment and expose her to an entire court. The Saiyan had been tortured and killed after that attempt and while no other Saiyan had done that again, they still treated the female species in a less than respectful manner.

Yet this one refused to look at her in a slightly undressed state. He was embarrassed to look at her in this state. He didn't even try to look, keeping his gaze elsewhere until she had fixed herself.

What kind of Saiyan was this? Was he even a Saiyan at all? Or was it simply an act?

"It's fixed. You may look now."

Slowly, he turned his head towards her, the flush slowly fading from his face. His eyes roamed her, though not in any kind of lustful way. Concerned; he was concerned for her well-being. She found that he quickly was satisfied with what he found because his eyes found hers once again.

"Are you alright?"

Once again, words failed her. She really needed to get sleep because she desperately couldn't keep up with everything that was going on at the moment. People were still talking and the Saiyan was still looking at her, but it just wasn't registering.

By now, people had started to swarm around the two, frantically asking if they were alright. People were on devices, presumably calling for help. The old woman Ivory had helped was apologizing profusely, other people praising the Saiyan for his quick rescue. There was a lot of other things going on around them but Ivory couldn't make heads or tails of anything.

All she knew was that without much trouble, the Saiyan she was looking for had just fallen into her lap.


He had taken her to the park, saying something about needing to calm her down. The old woman had bought her some kind of sweet drink as an apology and Ivory had accepted it without thinking, too focused on the Saiyan. She really could kill him if she wanted to, but this Saiyan seemed like a strange one and it fascinated her. He still hadn't gazed at her in any kind of lustful way, had made sure each passersby near the incident was alright and had assured the driver of the vehicle that almost hit her that he didn't hit anyone.

Selfless. He was selfless, a trait she never would've associated with a Saiyan. In fact, those two words never went in the same sentence together. Yet here she was, faced with a Saiyan who defied her expectations; he was the exact opposite of all the traits she had previously associated with Saiyans.

Then again, she simply could've fallen victim to a clever act. That was plausible, but it didn't look like he knew how she was; not many Saiyans knew of her existence before their destruction and Prince Vegeta might have an idea that she existed, but if he knew she was on the Earth, he would've come after her already, or alerted his companions that she was here. If that were the case, the Saiyan in front of her would be right to keep his guard up, but he didn't. He was wide open, relaxed, like she wasn't a threat, and she couldn't detect any hint of deception at all from him. If he did know who she was and was waiting for her to drop her guard, he was doing a very good job of seeming open. Which was concerning, to say the least: If this Saiyan could fool her into believing he was honest, there was no doubt in her mind that they had fooled her father as well.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Hmm?" She almost missed the question, too focused on trying to figure out this enigma of a Saiyan. "Oh. Yes, I'm fine. It would've been worse had it not been for your intervention." That was a falsehood, seeing as she could've escaped without harm but he did save her from an awkward situation.

"It was no problem," he said with a smile.

Ivory felt a weird stirring in her chest as she gazed at the Saiyan. His face was open and honest, and his smile was innocent, like a child's. 'Who is this strange Saiyan?!'

No one had ever described a Saiyan as 'nice'. The few Saiyans she had been in contact with, mainly Vegeta and his partner, were both nasty brutes. All her soldiers who had worked with Saiyans had admitted how hard it was to get along with a Saiyan and how quick they were to kill something to solve a problem. No one had ever associated kindness with a Saiyan. Yet here she was, conversing with a Saiyan who gave off a sunny disposition and she saw him as innocent.

There was no possible way he was a Saiyan. There was no way, absolutely no way this man was a Saiyan. Her men and Biamuh had been wrong. But…she had the image of Son Goku burned into her mind, and when she looked at this man, she could see the similarities between him and Son Goku.

She took another sip of her drink. She needed to focus on something other than this Saiyan. Her mind was whirlwind of thoughts and nothing was making sense. She had questions but knew she couldn't ask them without risk of exposing herself. "May I know the name of my savior?"

"Oh. My name's Gohan."

'Gohan huh?' At least she had a face to the name. "A pleasure to meet you Gohan. I'm Ivory." She normally introduced herself with her full title but this didn't seem like the time or place for that. There was no need; he may have already known, but if he didn't, she'd remain vague. "I don't believe I thanked you for earlier."

"Don't worry about it. As long as everyone made it out okay, that's thanks enough for me."

The more she spoke to this Saiyan, the stranger he seemed. Selfless, kind, innocent; all words she could think of to describe this Saiyan let nothing like the stories of Saiyans. His gaze was honest, his expression was open and his body language was friendly. He wasn't guarded, put himself in harm's way for the sake of someone else and his eyes never strayed. She was in the presence of a Saiyan and it felt nothing like her previous encounters with them. Something was entirely off about this encounter but she couldn't place what it was.

And it was starting to piss her off.

Her irritation was growing to unbearable levels. He had to be tricking her; this had to be an elaborate trick to get her to lower her guard. As implausible as it seemed, that was all she should make of the situation. He knew who she was but was trying to trick her into being vulnerable. It wasn't going to work.

"I should get going. I don't want to be late."

'Retreating so soon?'

The thought of murder crossed her mind but if she killed him here and now, she wouldn't know the location of Son Goku or Vegeta and would have to search all over again. They had found Vegeta, but they hadn't found him yet. And Son Goku hadn't been located yet. Perhaps keeping this Saiyan around would benefit her in the long run, and could potentially lead her to the others. Where one Saiyan was, there was bound to be others.

"I should leave as well," she said evenly. "It was…nice meeting you."

"You too." He stood, giving her one last smile before heading towards the exit. Ivory watched him go, still trying to figure out what just happened. Her fingers began to itch again with the need to kill something. The Saiyan was in sight and…she wondered…no one was looking her way, not enough witnesses here to notice if the Saiyan suddenly dropped dead. Could she…?

She watched him suddenly stop and turned his head, looking at her over his shoulder. Knowing that dropping her fingers so suddenly would look suspicious, she settled on waving at him. He stared at her strangely for a moment or two before lifting his hand and waving back. Then he was gone.

That pause told her everything she needed to know: he knew something about her, he was just trying to hide it. Now her previous doubts seemed ridiculous.

'A kind Saiyan? What kind of nonsense is that?'


Ivory made it home without much trouble, her irritation leaving her more eager to just climb into bed and try to get some sleep. If she could be spared an encounter with her mother, the day could conclude in a pleasing manner.

"Ivory!"

Or not.

Kirsi blocked he way upstairs, arms crossed over her chest. "Ivory! Where have you been?"

"Out," she answered. "I couldn't bear to sit still any longer, so I decided to go explore."

"And why didn't you let me know?"

"Because I don't need your approval to do anything."

Kirsi huffed. "Alright Ivory. Did you at least learn anything new?"

"Nothing you'd be interested in, though I did encounter one of the Saiyans we're looking for."

"And did you-"

"No," Ivory interrupted, already knowing where this was going. "I let him go."

She thought that would be the end of things, but she was wrong.

"What do you mean you let him go?"

"Exactly as I said mother. I let him go; he walked away and I let him."

Kirsi growled, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Ivory," she said slowly. "Our whole purpose for coming here was to hunt down the men who killed your father. You had one of them in the palm of your hand. And now you're telling me that you let him go?!"

"Don't take that tone with me mother!" Ivory snapped. "Was I to kill him in a public space where I could be discovered?! We're supposed to lay low; how is murdering someone in the open laying low?!"

"Laying low doesn't matter when you have your target in your sights!" Kirsi didn't even care that she was yelling at her daughter, or that her daughter might lash out and kill her. All she knew was that Ivory was being foolish. How could she let her target go like that? She wasted a precious chance! "We could've left this wretched planet by now had you carried out the plan like you were supposed to!"

"I have my own agenda mother! Everything will happen in due time if we-"

"We don't have time Ivory. Why can't you understand that?" Time was not on their side. What if that Saiyan had told the others on the planet about the encounter? Ivory would have to face them head-on anyways. What if they were plotting to take her down as they did Frieza? Once again, Ivory wasn't thinking of that. "You remember what happened to your father by just waiting. He allowed Saiyans to slip out of his grip and he winded up dead. You're short-sighted, just like your father! Honestly, is the legacy of this family to die by Saiyans because you're all so foolish?!"

"Shut your mouth Kirsi!" Ivory shouted. "If I hear another word from you about father or our family, I'll silence you forever!"

Kirsi was shocked. Ivory had never called her by name before, always referring to her as "mother" or "queen". To be disrespected as such would've resulted in some sort of punishment for Ivory, but Kirsi couldn't enforce it nor would it ever work; Ivory was stronger than her. Had she crossed a line somewhere?

No, Ivory was the one who had been wrong. Kirsi was simply trying to get her to see reason. "You don't understand how foolish that was my dear. If you simply-"

"No, you don't understand how foolish you are. Remember Kirsi, I decide who lives and who dies. I decide when I want to kill them. And I decide what we do on this planet and to these people. But, if you want to hunt the Saiyan down yourself, what's stopping you? In fact, Biamuh has made copies of their pictures and distributed them to the men stationed here. I'm sure you can get one if you wanted." She walked over to her mother, staring right into her eyes. Even though Ivory had the disadvantage in height, Kirsi still shrank away from her.

"Well Kirsi? Will you go on this manhunt yourself? No one is stopping you."

Kirsi didn't answer, not that Ivory expected her to. Kirsi could complain all she wanted, there was nothing she could do save for leaving the planet if she was dissatisfied.

"That's what I thought."


Hours passed and Ivory was still conflicted. She had so many questions about what happened and the more she thought about it, the more questions came up. How could someone fool her so easily? She was really under the impression that the Saiyan had been kind. A ridiculous notion that she almost believed.

"Biamuh, answer something for me."

"What is it Princess? I can only promise to answer to the best of my ability."

Ivory had been pondering this the whole day and still hadn't found an answer. She only trusted Biamuh to talk to when she was conflicted. "I encountered the Saiyan today, but something was off about him. He was unlike any Saiyan I had ever heard of or encountered. He seemed…almost kind."

"A kind Saiyan?" Biamuh repeated incredulously. "In my life of working with them, I cannot say I've ever encountered one, and they were only cordial in front of your father, not kind. Kind is not a word I know to describe them."

"That's exactly what I thought," she mused. Another question hit her, reminding her of earlier today. "Have you ever met someone who could fool you into believing they had pure intentions?"

"Can you explain further Princess? I'm not sure I understand."

"I mean, have you ever met someone who was hiding who they truly were, hiding it so well that you genuinely believed the façade they were putting on?" Almost believed it; Ivory was smarter than that but the façade almost had her fooled. If one of her men or even her mother had encountered him, they might've been duped.

"Once," Biamuh admitted. "Long before your father and mother met, long before the Frieza Force had the status we have now, there were a number of suitors after your father. One such female came close. Your father cared about her but doubted her intentions. He had me go undercover to seduce her and see what she was really after."

Seduction? She understood why Biamuh was a good choice for that but from what she saw, he wasn't very good at talking to people interested in him; he always got flustered and nervous. "What happened?"

"It was easy to get her into my bed, and after a while, it became even easier to get her to talk. I learned everything about her. She told me she wanted to work under Frieza but doubted that she could since his armies at that point had been male-dominated. She asked if I could help her. At this point in our relationship, our affair had carried on for months. I would do anything she asked of me."

"You fell in love with her," Ivory realized. "It wasn't an act anymore, you truly cared for her."

"I was madly in love." Biamuh looked away. Ivory couldn't see his expression but she guessed it was distraught. This was something personal, something he never divulged to anyone. Now she understood why. "Lord Frieza trusted me and my opinion, so when I brought it up, he agreed. She began serving him before long and moved up in the ranks. She was talented, smart, and loyal. Eventually, Lord Frieza didn't need me to seduce her anymore and claimed her as his own, but we still had our affair while she was his lover. We could die if we were caught but neither of us cared. It didn't matter to us that our employer and the one who had control of our lives could kill us in an instant."

He paused once again and Ivory took this time to ponder everything he told her. This woman, whoever she was, had been clever enough to even trick her father. Who could she have been? Her race had probably been eradicated by now but how could someone be so crafty?

"Then, it happened. And what I am about to tell you, no one speaks of anymore. It was an embarrassment to the entire army, including those of your late uncle and late grandfather."

'What?!'

"She served as a low-ranking warrior, but her power was overwhelming. She was able to decimate 60% of our army, as well as the armies of your uncle and grandfather. For months she had been draining wealth from your father, grandfather, and uncle, and had been conducting illegal trades with planets that she didn't own; she posed herself as a lowly female warrior and worked her way into the beds of your male family members for wealth and information, things of which she also traded on intergalactic markets. Lord Frieza was the only one who was suspicious of her but even he fell victim to her charms."

No wonder this wasn't talked about. Her family would be the laughing-stocks of entire galaxies if anyone knew. She didn't know how her father managed to cover it up and hide this so well but she was glad he did.

"When she was discovered, she tore through our ranks like we were nothing; no one could stop her. She thought she had enough power to kill Lord Frieza but she was wrong. She was captured, tortured, and beaten to the brink of death. But since I had been the one to approve her recruitment, Lord Frieza had me kill her."

"You did it, didn't you?"

Biamuh chuckled bitterly. "Of course. But a better question would be: was I more loyal to her or Lord Frieza?"

"You killed her, but you didn't want to?"

"Even though she revealed her true nature, I didn't see it. I saw the façade she put on and I couldn't bring myself to kill her. But I had to. Afterwards, your father, uncle, and grandfather punished me for my foolishness. I was beaten severely, sometimes to a comatose or near-death state, would be healed, then the cycle would repeat. For months. All because someone was able to fool us all so perfectly."

This…was not what she had been expecting to hear. But she understood a little more about Biamuh and who he was. He was very secretive and even though she thought she knew him well, she realized she knew nothing about him until now. Now things were making sense. Now she understood why Biamuh never took a lover and why he was always awkward and guarded around potential mates: he didn't want his heart broken again.

Biamuh seemed to shake himself out of a stupor and straighten up. His featured were schooled into neutrality, but Ivory felt like it was just another face he was putting on. "I didn't mean to waste your time with a story Princess. But the long-winded answer to your question is yes. There are people out there who can fool you into believing anything. They can be anyone and fool you into thinking they're anything. If this Saiyan is truly hiding something from you, I'd advise you to be careful. But with enough time and effort, you could break through the mask."

Break through the mask? The thought never even crossed her mind. Her end goal had been to follow the Saiyan around until he led her to his comrades but exposing him for being a fraud? Well, she's not opposed to the idea but she had to weigh the pros and cons of this plan. She was already risking a lot by letting the Saiyans continue to live and by being on the planet, but did she really have anything to lose? She'd gain knowledge, trust, and the satisfaction of making the kill more substantial. But she'd have to be close to the Saiyan and that would mean learning how to behave like an earthling, something she wasn't well-versed on. If this new addition to their plan would work, she would need to learn how to blend in. Deception she could do, but it wouldn't work if it was glaringly obvious that she was different. There were some things she needed to learn first if she was to do this correctly.

"Biamuh, you specialize in reconnaissance, deception, and have the ability to adapt to any environment by changing faces. You would be perfect in breaking the mask of this Saiyan. But I want that honor. Teach me how to behave like one of them. Teach me how to deceive the earthlings. Most importantly, teach me to fool those Saiyans."

Biamuh bowed. Anything for his Princess. "Of course."

I know it was a cliché way for them to meet but I didn't know how to do "powerful and evil overlord princess meets her mortal enemy that she wants to kill but decides to spare him to gather more information" in a way that made sense and explained why she didn't just outright kill him. Clichés are a saving grace sometimes. Also, it's better than the previous version's explanation so there ya go.

So Ivory is going to keep Gohan around a little longer, at least until she finds Vegeta and Goku. She's also suspicious of him: kind Saiyans don't exist. Gohan is suspicious to her and Ivory will be keeping a close eye on him. But, why did Gohan pause in the park and look at Ivory? Does he really know something? Or did he look at her for something else?

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