Without further ado:

Chapter 6: Danger Ahead

~With The Bluenette Genius~

Looking up at the ceiling from her place in the bath, Bulma wondered about the man that til this point had been her best friend. Those on earth, mostly women, had only wanted her friendship because it came with a cash bonus, he had only ever wanted her friendship, for money had never held its sway with him. He had been a boy when they met, innocent and pure, and he remained such to this day. His instinct is the safety of the greater good, and maybe that's what made him so amazing. Even when fighting against unbelievable foes he had always protected her and the world from all evils.

Right now she fought against the ache in her chest that pushed her too long for his presence and the safety it has always gifted her.

She'd been a fool, when she was younger, to think Yamcha would be the one to love her and only her for the rest of her life. No, his eyes were quickly drawn elsewhere and compared her to said whores. There was never a moment of real, unquestionable, happiness, even if they loved each other, they brought the other more pain than what the relationship was worth. But he had been her first everything; she'd never thought about being with another man; not till now anyways.

Now as she had grown into herself, she found that her heart raced at the very thought of the gentle warrior. He was the most selfless individual she'd ever known and had somehow become more than just a friend, what exactly remained unclear, but she knew that she wanted him here for more than just safety reasons.

"Oh, Goku where are you?"

The ringing of her radio phone grabbed her attention. It could only be her father, but she welcomed the company of her father as she had always been very close to him.

"Hey, dad you wouldn't believe what's been going on here!" She huffed as she sank further into her bubble bath.

"Oh really? Why don't you tell me about it, sweetheart,"

"So we're still trying to get the dragon balls, but we found out there is a group of creepy aliens looking for them too! I don't know who they are, but only they already have four of them, and if they get all seven, it's like what's the point of having come here in the first place! It's not fair if I have to suffer all this hardship for nothing, I'm a delicate flower after all!" Bulma babbled seeming not to even breath as she was talking none stop. But when she heard no reply from her father she growled. "Hello? Dad? Are you even listening to me?!"

"Yes of course dear, you're a delicate flower," came is a monotone reply. "It sounds dreadful,"

Bulma sank back noticing her behavior. "What I'm trying to say is that things can't get much worse, and unless I'm able to fix the spaceship we're going to be stuck here forever," she sighed mournfully.

"Hmm, stuck on Namek? That's no good," He murmured causing Bulma to roll her eyes. "But I wouldn't worry dear, Goku's on his way there now on another ship. I'm sure you and the boys can catch a ride home with him,"

Bulma brightened at Goku's mention. "You're kidding? Goku's coming to Namek!? Why didn't you say so dad, that's great news! Oh daddy we're saved!"

"Yes, he should be there in six days,"

"Goku!" Bulma jumped up overcome with joy and mindlessly dropped the radio in the tub.

"But I'm afraid it's not all good news, there is still something that worries me,"

This grabbed Bulma's attention causing her to search through the bath as she listened to her father's muffled voice.

"The ride might be rough on everyone. Goku left before I could install the cappuccino machine,"

"Oh dad," Bulma giggled. Her heart raced within her chest and cheeks grew hot as she thought of seeing Goku. She looked forward to seeing him again.

~o.O~O.o~ On Earth ~o.O~O.o~

As she washed the dishes from the night before Chi-Chi looked up through her kitchen window to the clear blue sky, but her mind wandered to her young child. She worried about him so much; was he eating right, eating enough for that matter, was he studying.

Arms wrapped around her waist brought her back to the ground. Turning with a small smile, she offered the male a chaste kiss on the cheek. He in turn smiled.

Chi-Chi bit back her worrying to give her full undivided attention to the male in front of her. Her pale hand standing out against the tanned skin of his well-defined chest, her fingers brushing through the tufts of hair on his chest. He was nothing compared to the man she'd been married to for several short years, but the same could be said when comparing her husband to the handsome Italian.

Looking into his tanned face her hand came up to caress his cheek feeling the stubble of his dark facial hair that matched the thick locks on his head in the swirled style of a quiff. His gray-blue eyes were looking into her own chestnut colored orbs seeming to look straight into her soul in a way that made her knees weak. A sigh fell from her already bruised lips as he descended upon hers.

Without her looking he lead her back to the bedroom before gently pushing her to the bed where he crawled up her body leaving kisses on her exposed flushed skin.

"Drago~" she sighed bringing his lips up to hers once more. She had at once loved and craved her husband as she did the Italian god before her, but he had died, and she had mourned for him, and then moved on. For worse or for poorer and til death do you part, she had lived up to her vow, but death had indeed torn them apart leaving her free to do as she wanted.

Now was no time to think of the man miles away but the one beneath her fingertips. When Goku returned, she would confess her engagement and continue with her life but only if they could continue to be there for their son.

Hopefully, that would be soon.

~Overlooking The Villans~

She lay only feet away yet he could do nothing for her but stare on with bated breath, waiting for her to awaken. She hadn't moved, her body lay motionless in the dirt, her dress no doubts becoming stained; the same gown he had purchased with her in mind to show off the beauty she refused to see.

A frown pulled at Zarbon's lips, even though he knew it could cause wrinkles, he couldn't bring himself to be indifferent to the state she'd been forced to. Then again he never took pleasure in her pain as Dodoria, and the other soldiers had. They saw her as nothing more than a stray dog; that's abuse provided entertainment. He saw her like the goddess she was. He had been captivated by her beauty and entranced by her otherworldly glow.

There had been so many times in which he had almost succumbed to his desires for her. This morning being one of those instances. She had looked so beautiful in the dress that he'd picked for her; her body relaxed under his hands, he needn't have adjusted the garment, it was already perfect against her cream skin he just wanted to feel it. Doing her hair usually didn't fall under helping her dress, but the strands of ebony beckoned him with their lush waves and silky sheen.

He knew better than to give in to his desires, yet his beastly side and he both yearned for the small saiyan. Kagome was like a precious gem; beautiful and fragile, in need of care and protection. And he wanted to be the one to care for and protect her.

If asked he'd turn against Frieza and serve only her if that be her wish, even knowing her heart would belong to another his beat solely for her.

He forced himself to look away and abandon his irrational thinking. If he looked any longer, he'd go to Kagome's aid and surely that would mean the end of him.

"Dodoria is taking a long time. Do you think he's still chasing after those little weird-lings?" Zarbon asked sounding like the good soldier he had always aimed to be. "Do you wish for me to go after him?"

"Why bother with a fool that can't even capture a couple of children? Go search for the remaining two dragon balls," Frieza answered boredly, shoo-ing the taller alien away.

"Yes sir!" this was directed at Frieza before the small purple alien turned to Zarbon. "There can't be many villages left after all."

"If we both search I'm sure we'll find one soon enough," Zarbon agreed.

"Then I shall be waiting back at the spaceship with these five Dragon Balls," Frieza informed the men.

"Yes, sir,"

"I am counting on you Zarbon," His chipper voice implying a threat of death if he failed the mint colored alien nodded in understanding from high in the air. "Just two more and my wish will be granted," He murmured to himself no longer paying attention to the soldiers that now took off in opposite directions.

Zarbon left, begrudgingly leaving Kagome with Frieza. He didn't trust the alien, but he would never be strong enough to take saiyan from him.

Frieza didn't bother to watch the soldiers off. Instead, he looked at the dragon balls with a wicked gleam in his crimson irises. 'It could be that Vegeta has already found them, but if he has, he will surely come after mine which would simply save us the time in finding his. Let him attack. Then, we'll kill him take his two, and I'll have all seven sooner than I hoped. Not that I'm in any hurry to live forever. All I need to do is wait patiently for my ship, which is vacant,' the thought of an empty ship made him look to Kagome.

With his finger, he forced his power around her and the dragon balls; the dragon balls floated around him while she floated over to him where he then let her land in his lap.

Rubbing the burn marks on his arm that she had gifted him he looked at the smeared blood on her chin. With a smirk he leaned forward, his tongue snaking pass his black lips to taste the crimson droplets. He shivered at the copper taste that overwhelmed his taste buds, gripping his body with a sudden and intense need.

What possible punishment should he gift his pet for her transgressions? He looked her up and down, yes, she would be punished for acting out.

~With Our Anti-Hero~

After dealing with Dodoria in a manner of seconds, Vegeta looked for villages to get his hands on a dragon ball.

Vegeta growled in his throat as he flew over the blue waters of Namek. Looking with both his eyes and his new found senses, he did his best to locate the ki of these namekians. He was finding it somewhat challenging and went so far as to curse himself for destroying the scouter. Signals were coming from every which direction, yet it becomes increasingly difficult to associate the signal with a thing. For all, Vegeta knew the small spark he felt to the left of him could be another fish (like when he thought he had sensed those humans, but it'd been a fish) or lone namekian.

Suddenly a shiver ran down his spine, and he knew at that moment the large mixtures of ki belonged to a group of namekians, of roughly twenty, most likely a village with a dragon ball.

'Since Frieza's and his men's Scouters were destroyed, I can fly as fast as I want and they won't be able to find me!' Flying in that direction it only took him several seconds before he stopped a village on the horizon. Eyeing the village curiously he watched as various villagers scurred from building to building, it looked as if they were packing up the town.

'If the villagers are alive that means Frieza hasn't been here yet,' With that thought, Vegeta landed with everyone turning to stare in his direction with wide, fearful eyes.

"What is it?" A villager asked.

"Is it an alien!?" asked another.

"Is the village Elder here? I've come to take your Dragon Ball!" Vegeta exclaimed with confidence as he sneered at the villagers that shrink away from his stare. Nothing was going to stand in his way of getting that Dragon Ball. He needed it to avenge Kagome.

"What!?" another shrieked.

A large green looking man with a fat face stepped forward staring straight into Vegeta's eyes without fear."I am the Elder. Tell me why you desire the Dragon Balls?"

Vegeta averted his eyes for a moment 'I'm not sure what to say' The namek seemed to look directly into his soul. "Just hand it over you have one don't you?"

"Although I feel some evil in you, I know you're not evil. Why don't you tell me and we will discuss if the dragon balls can bring you what you desire,"

Vegeta looked on with shock unable to look away from the man that now turned his back to him, the other namekians also staring in shock. He even felt surprised when he felt himself following the large Namek.

"I don't have time for this! Frieza's men will be here any minute now, and they will destroy you all!" He didn't know why he felt the urge to warn the Namek but then again he hadn't always been a killer. He remembered when he was younger and often let those who surrendered survive.

The Elder turn to him with his small, tired eyes. There was a long pause before he spoke. "Why is it you want the Dragon Balls? You want to be stronger?" Vegeta gabbed at the back of elder, surprised that he could tell so easily.

"But there is another thing that you desire as well, tell me what that is,"

Vegeta lick his lips suddenly feeling nervous. "My people and mate were killed. I'd do anything to get her back,"

"You can have the Dragon Ball," the Elder told him, and the child that stood beside him looked on with surprise.

The elder instructed Vegeta to follow as they continued away from the village. They came to a small little rock formation made of smooth stones stacked atop one another. Reaching his hands into the opening of the stone he pulled out a circular ball of cloth. Once he removed the cloth, it revealed an orange sphere with four ruby stars within its center.

"Take this and leave our people in peace," The elder ordered pushing the ball into his hands.

Vegeta turned, catching the eyes of the Elder Namek. "You should leave while you have the chance there are some men that if they find you, they won't think twice about killing you and your people," with that said he took off in a burst of power and soared into the sky so he could begin looking for a hiding place for the ball.