Disclaimer: I think the only thing I own is the orange cup that says 'Goku', which I am drinking out of at the moment so...

Reviews:

Vintage Taylor: HAAY TAYLOR. I agree, Tora seems so perfect for the matchmaker role. All Saiyan's are little smart asses, even Goku.. Anyways, you're good don't worry XD And thank you! :D

Wynora: ;D I hope you enjoy!

EscapeReality.98: Thanks for the hint! I have no beta so all my mistakes are..mine XD And I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who thinks that! I always believed that if Goku never hit his head, he would still have a kinder personality instead of the casual asshole-killer-maniac-bloodthirsty Saiyan personality, due to Gine's caring genes. You already know; Bardock is as stubborn as the Z-sword XDDD

SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY for the late chapter. What's to blame?: SCHOOL, HOMEWORK, PROJECTS, ESSAYS, ESSAYS, HOMEWORK, DRAMA.

Oh, one more thinggggg. The whole story may or may not be in italics...I, uh, I don't know yet cause I have an idea but then sometimes italics are frustrating...You know?... I'm going to update "Chichi's Vacation" now :D

Enjoy :)

"What?"

"Just admit it."

"Admit what?! What is there to admit?"

"That's it's true."

"What's true? What the fuck are you imbeciles going on about?"

"You like Gine!" they all sang simultaneously. Bardock rolled his onyx orbs continuously until all you could see was white in the place of his iris and pupil. He stopped once his head began to hurt, proceeding to boil in rage. A frustrating vein popped up near his temple, making the four friends back away quick. It was unreal.

"That's not healthy..." Borgos whispered to Shugesh, who then nodded in agreement. Inwardly, he wondered if he could touch it, but he thought against it.

The furious teenager ignored the comment to avoid even more frustration with his...friends. Whether the rage was originated from humiliation or irritation, he really didn't care; he just wanted the ignoramuses to stop speaking of the female!

"Shut...the FUCK up!" he roared, turning redder than blood by the second. The surrounding bystanders jumped back quickly as the boy gathered up his ki to take off briskly. Various coughs and sneezes were heard as dusk surrounded the arena. Even the announcers and judges had to clear their throats to get the offending air out of their breathing space.

"Well...he still didn't decline our statement." Tora chuckled, the two other males joining it with their own boisterous laughter. The only female in the group was oddly quiet. She just stared at the direction her friend flew into. 'I wonder...'

The winners of each match were the only Saiyans left in the arena, as the losers have already been sent to the designated fates. The judges placed everyone into groups of five, and those groups would be permanent unless they stated otherwise. Coincidentally, the five friends were in a squad, with Bardock as their captain. Unfortunately, Gine was placed in a separate squad.

Many of the Saiyans, after they were assigned a squad, flew off to their homes to get a good two-day rest, since every squad would be assigned a random mission by Lord Frieza. Within that group of Saiyans, Gine was one of them. Fasha could only guess that Bardock went home, too.

Although, where he flew wasn't the direction of his home.

Fasha smirked.

. . .

. . .

. . .

. . .

Freedom.

Nature.

Life.

She was alive. This was her home.

Not where she was raised by her father, in a small little dome house with two separate rooms in the middle of nowhere in the Third Class Region. No, this...this was her home. Her life.

No one she knew ever came here, which is why it was so darn perfect. The flowers were blossoming, the vegetation was a lively, vibrant green. It was quiet, peaceful, tranquil. She could come here as often as she liked, with no interruptions, with the knowledge that there was no one who could ever taint this ground or hallow it. It was simply amazing.

Leaves ruffled in the small wind, but the Suns of Planet Vegeta were still illuminating brighter than ever. Not that Gine minded the heat, though it would be nice to get another type of weather instead of the same old, blazing hotness.

Despite her perspiring body, the girl had never felt so cold in her life before. Growing up, she always believed her life would be better than her parents'. She vowed to always train and become strong to help her family name rise up a few ranks. But all that went down when her beloved mother was killed.

Then, she realized that to rise as victorious, you must kill.

And killing was something she absolutely could not do. Just thinking about it made her stomach churn with disgust. To take away a person, from a world you didn't put them in, to take them away from their family, their homes, their life... there is nothing thrilling about that.

She got through the day and tournament without killing, but she knows that she can't avoid the matter for long, especially when you're a soldier in Lord Frieza's army. So here she sat, in a patch of multi-colored flowers, with two small streaks running down her face like two parallel rivers. She can't do it. She just can't.

But one thing she could do at the moment was cry.

And so, she did.

The blustery wind felt so good whipping across his face as he flew at an amazing speed across the planet. He honestly had no clue where he was going, so he just followed his instincts. The teenager had calmed down significantly, as his blood halted its angry boiling.He wasn't really sure why exactly he was mad; it could've been because he was embarrassed or annoyed, or because he didn't want to admit that their accusations were… true?

He snorted at the thought.

As if.

He didn't even know the girl; he, literally, bumped into her today. Rolling his eyes, he found a place to land, so he could meditate and get his mind off these foolish notions. He had never been in this part of the Third Estate before, despite having lived in the area all his childhood. It was kind of calming, with a shit-load of trees and flowers and vegetation. All he saw was green, pink, red, blue, green, green, brown, and more green

Bardock rubbed his eyes and tried focusing on something else besides green.

The teenager sat "criss-cross applesauce," which was his signature meditative position. He took several deep breaths to calm down, getting ready to clear his mind. Before his mind went blank, however, Bardock's nose picked up a strange smell while his ears heard a faint hiccuping. His Saiyian senses enhanced the sound even more, and it was then that he knew that there would be no meditating for him today if the person didn't shut the fuck up.

With a renewed vigor, Bardock flew towards the culprit, ready to give it a piece of his mind.

"Hey you! Shu-"

The person, who he soon figured out was a female, shot up quickly and wiped her face from what Bardock guessed were tears. Both of their eyes widened simultaneously as one was blushing and the other quietly hiccuping.

"Gine?"

She smiled sheepishly at him, even though her eyes and face were still red from her sobbing. "Uh... Hi, Bardock."