Saiyan Sovereignty
Part One
Gravity

Bulma wiped sweat from her forehead, as more just replaced it. She had been working non-stop for seventy two hours, she was so close to fixing the Gravity Warp Drive, the one she had been working on for the past five years. The first test rendered the drive almost damaged beyond recognition and it had taken every molecule in her body to rebuild and figure out what went wrong. It was a simple calibration issue. Yeah, simple. Ha. Funny.

She sighed and came out from underneath the massive engine, the most advanced technological one of it's kind. It was going to take her to the ends of the universe and solve some of the biggest mysteries of the human race. Like how did this all happen, it would take her to the very beginning. The Big Bang, at least, what was left over from it. The biggest and most important discovery of their time, and Bulma Briefs' was going to be the one to bring the knowledge back to Earth and change the course of history.
She smiled to herself as she stood back and admired her work, she had already built the first ship capable of reaching the end of their solar system. She was awarded the most prestigious honour in the world, the Nobel prize. The prize itself didn't mean much to her, it was more the recognition of her work, especially from her peers, who at times made her feel less than antiquate. And especially after her late father passed away. She had proven her worth to the world, that she could not only fill her fathers shoes, but accelerate his work into the universe.

Now, her biggest feat to date. She had figured a way to bend space, all a hypothesis up until now, essentially bringing the edge of the universe and their own solar system together. Creating a passageway to the ends of the known universe. There, she could hopefully answer some burning questions the human race had. She would go down in history as the most important scientist to have ever existed. The implications of her discovery were bigger than she could ever imagine, she was in unknown territory and she had to complete her work in secret. It was too valuable to fall into the hands of inferior scientists. This was her work, she knew all there was to know of gravity, of space and time, of the implications of her invention and what they might encounter along the way.

She thought she was ready, she thought she had calculated for everything, but she had no idea what would happen when she would finally switch on her Gravity Warp Drive and try to reach the beginning of the universe.

Bulma pulled the scarf further down her face, she had wrapped a large dress robes around herself, adorned with a lovely oriental patterns that now encapsulated itself around her tall shapely figure. She had to hide her features and body. Her large blue eyes, large hips, big breast and tall figure would attracted too much attention and scream to everyone around her that she didn't belong. She was well and truly behind 'enemy' line here.

She had spent a summer in University, studying the effects of the Shuggamara planet from a small island off the coast of Antarctica, an Island which turned into a mountain of ice in the winter and a playground of life in the summer. It could withstand temperatures of -90 C. Named after the Scientist who discovered it. The properties were something Bulma wished to take with her on her expedition to the other side of the universe.
One of those such properties was the curious effects it had on humans. A chemical reaction which made the user become somewhat of an Information Device, rendering their consciousness void. She could direct their brains to find the memories she desired and to verbalise them to her without the individual ever recording a memory of an encounter with her. It was extremely useful to her, she was glad she always kept a capsule of it on her person. A small drop into a drink and their memories were hers. It proved invaluable on her quest for the Brothers.

She had found wehre Radditz and Kakarot were supposedly hiding b y using the interesting plant, she had found out that a small group of Saiyan's had turned rogue. They were a part of the biggest man hunt the Cold empire had executed so far in this war.
The East had the same capabilities as the Cold Empire, they had Gun powder, so they had all joined forces to expel Frieza from their region. Frieza was not one to go down quietly and had been able to put up enough resistance to stop the War in it's tracks. A stand-off had ensued. Using it as a cover, the brothers had managed to win the hearts of their men and had staged a small resistance within the Empire. When they had been finally discovered, they slipped away into the night to join the resistance within the East.

It had been a difficult task for Bulma, finding the brothers. Months of searching and using the Shuggamara plant extract, plenty of disguise changes and people she had formed friendships with. She was use to labs and machines. Not the sun, the rain, the mud and people. Although She had been on many adventures in her youth to find the mystical Dragon Ba...

The Dragon Balls! Bulma stopped in her tracks, she looked down at the ground and slapped her forehead in frustration. How could I forget the Dragon Balls!

She clenched her fists and shook her head. There wasn't time for that now. Building a dragon radar now would take a lot of resources, and without her lab it would take up a shitload of her time. She had to continue with the current plan. No doubt she would need the magical balls at some point, if they even existed in this timeline at all.

Her searching, using the Shuggamara extract, had led her to a small town outside of the main port of Runi, the East used this port to ship food and resources to the front lines. Rumour had it that the Cold Empire would soon try to attack the port. With such information, a huge fleet that consisted of the six main countries in the East, populated the horizon. The six different boat designs gave homage to the distinct six different nations. It was such an incredible sight to see. She spent the better part of the sunrise this morning watching them as they got into a defensive position, seemingly working together like a well oiled machine. It was obvious to see that they had all come together to stop the tyrant Frieza from pushing through their continent.
They would be ready when the Cold Armada reached the strategic point, which they would eventually. This would slide the World back into all out War, after a decade of a fighting stand still. There were many East armed forces around every corner, she had to be careful. She would surely be captured and accused of being a spy before she could reach the Brothers.
The market place Bulma was in was so full this time of morning, she had to eloquently weave in and out of groups of people. It made for an excellent cover for her however. Stalls full of food, spices, silks and other merchandise gleamed in a array of different colours. The smells and sounds reminded her of her own time. Even if the people were dressed and cleaned far differently from the futuristic counterparts. The laughter, shouting and language was distinctively human, and it made her feel more comfortable.
She had heard of the Brothers in history class, a long time ago. Not much else been recorded about them, other than their battle prowess and their extensive battle tactic knowledge for the time. She had seen some drawings and maybe some characters portrayed in a TV series. She had not paid much attention, she wish she had, however. Maybe she would know who she was looking for.

As if the universe heard her sigh, the crowd parted and she looked up between the hundreds of hustling people. A tall man, with hair in coal black spikes was standing smiling at a young boy who ran and played at his feet. As if with instinct he looked up and locked eyes with Bulma. A spitting image of Bardock, without the scars, she knew in an instant. She had found him, Kakarot.

The Prince walked through the halls, his royal cape with the Cold Empire insignia was floating in a flurry behind him. He wiped his hands clean with rag, staining the material with fresh wet blood. He threw it behind him on the floor.
With all these interrogations Lord Frieza was making him participate in, it was only making his primal urges rise. The sounds of screams, the feeling of fear would fill him with adrenaline, make his heart pump blood furiously through his veins. He needed to unleash this energy. Otherwise it would burn poison through him.

His armour was handmade to fit him perfectly. Though he would not have any use for it in his line of work. The armour was designed to be very liberating, sleeveless, the hard but accommodating chest piece was a solid as anything he had encountered. It exposed his muscular arms, covered in scars. Even he wasn't aware of where and when each individual one had come about. His body was coated in pinkish skin, scared from some forgotten wound. It really didn't matter much to him, he could not remember much of his transition from child into adulthood, or the following war. The stand off between the Empire and the East had lasted a long ten years. Which he had been commissioned to be Frieza's personal torturer. A job he did well, and enjoyed. Everything else, was just noise in the background. He had really come into his own in this line of work.

Now it was time to expel this energy into something he enjoyed just as much.

Vegeta pushed his chamber doors open and proceeded to cross his entry way into his bed chambers. Maids scattered as his presence was felt by all. Some retreated from the rooms entirely and into the hallways. They did not wish to be in the way of the Princes nightly ritual. Fear of his reprimand urged them to leave him to his devices. They knew he would not need anything from them now.
His chambers were some of the largest in the Castle. Awarded to him for his excellent and relentless work. Large ceilings of the main entry way lead into three different chambers, gold and purple décor, with big and extravagant furniture and finishes flowed into the rooms. Vegeta had no clue they were as much as a cage to him as were the bars to his prisoners. Frieza was using these chambers to make the Prince feel content, so he would not seek out answers. He was keeping the Saiyan busy.
He pushed open his bed chamber doors, and there, as he expected was a woman. Tied to his bed was one of the women he had come to his room nightly. She looked up at him, trying to hide the need in her eyes. It would do her no good to show him what she wanted. He enjoyed seeing pleasure, but even more so, he lived to see pain.

The doors closed behind the prince as he began to disrobe.

Radditz had Bulma's arm in a lock she would never escape, she wouldn't even attempt to gain freedom from it. She guessed the Brothers would meet her with skepticism and suspicion, and so they should.
They weaved through the crowds, inconspicuously gaining ground toward there safe house. Kakarot, the moment he saw Bulma had rushed toward her, a force behind him urged him to grab her and move from the main street. Whether she was a spy, or something darker, he couldn't judge in this situation. They needed to get her indoors to question why she was here and who she was. His instinct was noticed by his Brother and together they drew her closer to cover. Radditz had grabbed the woman's arm and began following his younger brother toward a safe place. They would need to know who this foreign woman was, and why she had reacted the way she did when she saw Kakarot. Like she recognised him. He looked back at the blue haired female. She was well feed, clean and had decent clothes on under the robe she was concealing herself with. It was then he saw it. His family's crest, on a necklace just under her clothes. He growled and swung around, stopping his older Brother in his tracks.

He grabbed her free arm and used his force to throw her to the ground, as his brothers grip released her.

"Not here!" Radditz snapped softly.

"Brother, she wears our crest" He said moving his eyes to the exposed necklace. Radditz lowered his gaze and saw the necklace, once his Grandmothers.

He sighed and looked back at his brother. They stood standing starring at each other silently for a moment.

"It has to be..." Kakarot started.

"Father" Radditz answered.

They looked back at the girl. Bulma had to admire their deductive skills and the silent agreement they had with each other. No wonder they had yet to be caught with those unspoken words. Kakarot offered out his hand to her, Bulma looked at his eyes for confirmation. They were softer now, almost apologising. Bardock had said the necklace would confirm her story. It seems it had worked better than any of them could have imagined.

"Quickly lass, take his hand, we need to move" Radditz said turning and running off.

Bulma took his hand and was pulled up with such force, she felt as though she would go flying. Kakarot stopped the inertia of her mass with, it seemed, just his energy. She let out a little gasp as he body stopped suddenly, at rest. He nodded to her and they kept running, his grip this time leading her, not forcing her. Whatever she had to tell them, they would believe her, with just merely the soundless suggestion off their father. There was great respect there. Even though Kakarot was only a small boy when he was taken. It was obvious Radditz had taught his brother of their fathers honour. It was almost as if fate had put Bulma on that farm, had it been any other family, where would she be now? Her chances of getting home would have been destroyed. Bulma deduced that the brothers would help her, to get back to her world. Now she had the extremely hard job of explaining her presence, and her story.

They glided through corner after corner, slipping through alleyways and past hundreds of doorways. It was like a labyrinth, their hideout was surely well hidden amongst these thousands of souls. Now she would be able to move much quicker and safer under their concealed underground groups. This would speed up her mission by ten fold. Just as she started mentally planning her next move, they had reached their destination.
Radditz stopped near an entrance to the slimmest alleyway they had travelled through yet. He looked around and nodded to Kakarot. They all slipped down the gap, only turning to enter a tight entry way to a building which seemed to go into the ground. Bulma was yet to see any kind of basement dwelling in her travels. This place was specifically chosen for that design, it made for a good hideout, far away from the hustle and bustle of the town.
Kakarot put his hand on Bulma's back and encouraged her to follow Radditz, he completed a series of knocks on a huge wooden door. It opened at the conclusion of the secret sounds. She was quickly ushered into the dark room. More rooms, more hallways, like a maze, she was lead to the centre of the building. There a group of men were surrounding a large table. By the looks of it, this was the epicenter of all operations for the resistance. Radditz quickly announced their presence, the group turned around to face the new three bodies in the room.
One was an older man, his face covered in scars, his body the same build as the two brothers. With a tall black hair style that seemed to defy gravity. The second man was a whole other level of short, his head shaved, in what seemed to be a religious style. He wore a monks outfit, but one that seemed ready for battle, his warm smile and kind eyes lead Bulma to deduce he was some sort of Monk, not unusal for this time or place.
The third man wore a similar attire to the Monk but was taller in stature and weapons attached to his garb. He was well built, he was definitely a warrior. He also wore his scars like a medal of honour. He smiled kindly at Bulma.
The forth man, who began to speak, had a third eye on his forehead. Bulma's focus fell on him.

"You two, never cease to amaze us, and what have you found this time?" the third eye man asked with a smirk and a slight shake of his head.

Kakarot began to laugh and scratched his head, as if to say, he didn't even know where to begin. It was then Radditz stepped in front of his brother and addressed the other men.

"It might sound impossible Tien, but we have found an emissary of our father and homeland." Radditz said crossing his arm.

The look of shock feel over them one by one as all eyes in the room began to push the energy toward Bulma. She started to sink a little. She hadn't thought of herself that way, she was only worried about getting home. It wasn't until now that the reality sank in. She was part of a resistance to one of the biggest wars this world had ever seen. She held information to change the world. Their world, their existence. She started to sweat. Not only did she have to convince the Brothers, but all of these men too. The future of their resistance would fall onto her shoulders. She did not think of the implications of entering this war until now. Would she be able to deliver like they had hoped her to? The gravity of the situation had finally hit her.

Bardock walked outside of the small dwelling his family shared on their huge, bleak and gloomy farm. He could hear the sheep baa-ing and blay-ing in the distance as he pulled out the small capsule from his pocket. He looked around before clicking the capsule and throwing it before him. A hand-held radio exploded from the metal vessel.
Bulma had tried to explain to him what she was making. She explained the different waves that existed and how they could be used for communication, almost instantly. He was shocked to his core when they communicated to each other from the ends of the farm. Bulma has built a 'satellite' from the metal he had been welding and molding. Getting the certain metals and materials she needed proved to be difficult, She was indeed lucky that they lived in such a mineral diverse country.
It had taken most of their resources to find these metals and minerals for her to build the satellite, and the materials she needed for fuel to launch it. It seemed, however, that she had an answer for giving away their winter crop. She had a capsule that had hundreds of winters worth of food. They would not go hungry it seemed.
Once the satellite was launched. they could communicate through the radio handsets. It was most impressive and further certified her story. He knew she was keeping details from him about where and how she came here. But he did understand that his capacity to understand was probably the main reason she shied away from the explanation of her 'world', as she put it. He just didn't have the knowledge to understand everything she tried to explain.
Talk of other planets, suns, black holes, it became too much for him. He was considered one of the most intelligent Saiyan's of their time, but he had little understanding compared to Bulma. She taught him about irrigation and other means to more effectively farm this land. She was full of knowledge, he believed she was not from this world. But would she help them rid their world of Frieza and his Empire?

He was receiving a call from Bulma, he clicked over the receiver and her voice came blaring through.

"Bardock!" She excitedly yelled.

"You're coming in loud and clear Bulma, what have you found?" He asked curiously, she had not been this excited since she left their farm.

"Your Son's Bardock! I've found them!" She screamed excitedly.

Bardock felt the blood leave his face, his Son's? It had been such a long time since he even contemplated seeing or hearing from them again. This day seemed like a dream, this moment seemed impossible.

"Bulma... how did you? Was that my father?" Bardock heard Radditz say through the radio. any of their obvious astonished voices.

Bardock bit his lip, he had so many questions for his boys, his Sons. But Bulma was right, now was not the time, she surely had a lot of information to relay to him. It had been months since the capsule vibrated.

"Bardock, Kakarot has information about the Prince, and its..." She started.

"Father, we need to recover him, now, you must go and see the King" Kakarot started.

"The King? But he is in behind bars, behind hundreds of Frieza's men..." Bardock started. He surely couldn't get anywhere near the King. He had been stripped of his title, lands and even his right to see and bask in the sun. He would not be able to step foot within miles of him.

"You don't understand Father, the whole effort of the resistance hangs in the balance, The Prince is..." Radditz started.

"The Prince has been turned into an interrogator and he has the leader of the resistance, soon they will know of all their plans and our location. He might even have already gained that information! We are running out of time!" Bulma yelled.

"Please Father, you must! It is incomprehensible to hear your voice, and we have much to tell you. But we can catch up once the King is freed and can rally up forces to capture the Prince." Kakarot explained.

Bardock clenched his fists, he had not heard of his sons for almost a decade. He had not seen their faces for longer. Tears welled up in his eyes, it seemed it was not his time to be reunited with them now. He was charged with saving them. His instinct to fight came back, with vengeance. The man he once was, was returning.

"Don't worry my Son's, leave it to me!" Bardock growled, a renewed motivation surged through him.