Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or DBS, characters or shows. Just my OCs.

It was another day on Planet Vegeta, and Nappa looked out of the hanger into the deep void of space to see an incoming spaceship. He recognized the vessel, the Capsule Corp. logo present on the side. His lips curved into a smirk. Seems the visitors arrived safely, he pondered before the former general walked up to the landing dock. The craft settled in gracefully, delicately, and the big man waited patiently; his crossed arms fell to his sides. He was ready for this.

After the craft landed, the visitors were led out by stewardesses who kept them in line until they were safely on solid ground. Nappa always found that practice to be odd; however, Bulma told him that it was a common practice on Earth for their planetary air crafts, those airplanes. It only made sense that the profession would evolve to space travel now that it was a common occurrence. Since Capsule Corp. was the leading company in Earthling travel into the great beyond, the men and women who ran the vessel were paid handsomely for their services.

When all the Earthlings stepped forward away from the ship, Nappa approached them. Right in front, there was a family of three, two parents with their little girl. The kid seemed frightened and hid herself behind her mother. Nappa could see that the mother hoped to coax the girl out of hiding. She was scared, but who wouldn't be after making such a long and unfamiliar trip. Nappa knew what that was like, though for a much different context, from dealing with Vegeta all those years. The big man knelt down and greeted her personally. "Hey, kid," he said warmly. "Did you enjoy your trip?"

The child, who had been hiding behind her mother's leg, revealed herself and timidly nodded. "Mm hm. The stars and planets were pretty. It was my first time in space."

"Really?" Nappa asked. His voice sounded completely surprised, but both he and the parents knew he was humoring the child. This was only the third voyage the CC vessel had made so far, so not that many Earthlings had touched down on the planet yet. "What are you here for?"

"Summer vacation," the girl answered with a bit more conviction and excitement. The two parents smiled at the former general; the mother mouthed a silent 'thank you'. Apparently, the giant broke the ice and brought the child out of her shell. She seemed much less nervous than she had been on the spaceship.

Nappa released a boisterous chuckle. "I'm starting to understand just how important that is, kid. Well, welcome. We're happy you decided to visit us."

The child beamed, and Nappa stood up to greet the whole group. "I hope you all had a safe and comfortable journey," he stated. "We're glad you all decided to join us. I just want to take the time to make sure everyone has their gravity band set to one. This port's gravity is always set to your standard level, but the gravity on Planet Vegeta is much higher, so you must keep the device on at all times except in designated areas."

Nappa watched as all the Earthlings checked their gravity watches and was satisfied when they all turned their attention back to him. "Alright, I have nothing left to say. Enjoy your stay on our world."

Now that introductions were over, the Earthlings started to spread out and exit the hanger. The little girl waved at Nappa and then ran along with her parents as she talked eagerly about all she hoped to see. The former general smirked. There was always this part of him that enjoyed seeing the younger generation so carefree.

As he watched the child leave with fondness in his eyes, Nappa could hear a chuckle from above him. He looked up to see Celen grinning down at him from the second level. Amusement flashed in the younger Saiyan's eyes. Nappa guessed that his son witnessed the whole exchange. "Hey, general."

"Cut the crap, kid," Nappa scoffed. He crossed his arms. "I haven't been general for a long time."

"Yeah, but it'll always be there," Celen stated seriously but with reverence. "I'm surprised you took on my old gig."

It was true, although Nappa's duties were far different from what the former King Vegeta once ordered Celen to do. His son's position, decades earlier, was to eliminate all outsiders. The current King Vegeta offered for his former guardian to be more of a greeter/ambassador instead. Nappa hadn't really thought much about a future position. He had been invested in Vegeta's wellbeing for so many years. It even spread to looking out for Prince Tarble, Prince Trunks, and Princess Bulla. Of course, all of them were grown up now and had mates of their own. Tarble currently resided on Earth with his mate, Cella, daughter of Raditz and Peppan.

With all of the kids becoming their own people, Nappa's old guardianship wasn't necessary, although he was around the family often. His family and the royals were deeply intertwined after all.

"Beats returning to the army," Nappa replied. As he rubbed his head, he added, "I'm getting old," for good measure.

"Quiet, you," Celen jokingly demanded. "I'm not ready to hear that from my father."

"Funny, since you call me 'old man' all the time."

Celen couldn't stop the contented yet childish grin from plastering itself all over his face. Through the years, he and his father never really had this rapport. For the longest time, his father was ashamed of him, not only for mating with an outsider but for going against his royal mandate. Eventually, the two parted ways, as Nappa left to protect Prince Vegeta from Frieza to the best of his ability whereas Celen was captured by Cooler along with Tights, his pregnant mate.

Decades spent under the tyranny of that frost demon colored Celen's view of the world. He never gave up hope of saving his son and mate, but it took him much longer than he wanted. Never had the Saiyan expected to be rescued from that hell. He never thought he'd ever be reunited with Tights, his son, Tomaren, or his father. Even more, he never conceived the possibility that his father mellowed out in the decades and no longer seemed to despise him or his actions. As weird as it was in the beginning, Celen grew to secretly adore this side of his father. He was thankful that they got their second chance.

The doctor looked out the window into the void of space before he returned his gaze to his father. Nappa stared at his son curiously, most likely because Celen was still grinning from ear to ear. "It's going to be a while before the next shuttle comes in," he remarked. "I wanted to see if you'd like to have lunch with me."

Nappa answered with a nod. "Yeah, sure, kid," he verbalized. "I'm just going to finish up a few things here, first. Make sure the stewards have everything they need for the return trip. Some other Saiyans and some of our alien visitors are planning to head to Earth." Celen seemed surprised, but his eyes softened and looked less disbelieving. He was still getting used to the open-mindedness across the universe. "I'll meet you in the cafeteria."

The grin on Celen's face returned. "Sounds good. I'll grab your favorites."

With that, Celen disappeared in a flash and Nappa smirked. It was clear his son was in a great mood. It took a long time before Celen felt comfortable on his home world. Tomaren's residency on Planet Vegeta brought Nappa's son and daughter-in-law to the planet often when they weren't out gallivanting with the Galactic Patrol. Now that the couple was able to be open and honest about their dealings and got to spend time with Bulma's family as well as Tomaren and his intended, there was never that fear and anxiety they suffered under decades before.

At least those old demons had been put to rest, and with that, a new age of trust and peace settled over them all.

Vegeta stood proudly, regally, on the balcony of the throne room overlooking his kingdom; his cape billowed with the dry wind. It hadn't been long since he and Bulma had been crowned king and queen of Planet Vegeta. Weeks earlier, his parents officially retired and handed over the crown (or rather the royal medallions). The coronation was a much-needed celebration. The Colds were defeated, and now the universe was finally at peace. It seemed so surreal to the king who had suffered so much as a child and seen such horror. Now, it was like a distant memory, a bad dream that still afflicted him every so often.

Even with this newfound peace and freedom, Vegeta would not stop his incessant training, although as a responsible ruler he couldn't always go out fighting. He needed to keep up to whatever threats would arise in the future, but he also had a duty to watch over his planet and act through diplomacy. Still, training would always be a priority, especially when it came to training with his son.

Speaking of… Vegeta thought. His mind went over the events of the morning. As per usual, he and Trunks met up at the gravity room for their daily training session. It was just before dawn, and Trunks was bright-eyed and ready for their skirmish. Despite Trunks's desire to be a doctor, he knew it would always be important to be battle ready and strong like his father. Plus, his phobia of blood during battle was cured after he spared his mate, Thia's, brother.

"I beat you here today," Trunks teased. "What took you so long?"

Vegeta grunted and shook his head. He knew Trunks knew full well that Bulma managed to intercept him that morning to remind him about their to-do list for the day. The Saiyan king was thankful to have Bulma as his queen. Honestly, he'd never be able to keep track of all their appointments, talks, meetings…and yes, they were all different even though they felt like the exact same thing. Having been trained to inherit her father's company, though she hated the idea all her life, Bulma inherited organizational skills and time management that Vegeta did not have due to the chaos he lived and his tendency to lose himself when he trained.

"Boy, don't even," the king sneered, but his expression softened when his son chuckled.

"Of course," Trunks fondly returned. "Apologies, Father."

The two entered the gravity room, and Vegeta set the levels to their standard 400 Gs. The force pulled down on them instantly. Vegeta was used to it. Trunks was still working on mastering this level, but since he'd gotten used to 350, he told his father he was ready to take it up a notch weeks ago. The two began their warmups alone, in companionable silence. They met in the center when they were ready.

No invitation was given, no words exchanged as they disappeared from sight and collided with one another. Vegeta blocked Trunks's initial hit before the two began the exchange of punches. At the same time, Vegeta activated Bulma's latest bots. The woman always made the most interesting and unique training tools. These bots would sense Vegeta's and Trunks's movements and attack them at random. It added a challenge to their spars, an additional enemy that could attack one, the other, or both at the same time. Machines were indiscriminate in choosing their victims.

Both warriors avoided each other's attacks and those of the bots, but eventually Trunks let his guard down and exposed what his cousin and comrade, Tomaren, would call a POK, or point of kill. Vegeta noticed it immediately and sprang into action to protect his son. He pushed Trunks out of the way and faced the bot's energy beam. A powerful wave of power flared up as Vegeta appeared in front of his son and shot out this new, blue energy, which effectively destroyed the bot into nothingness. But the energy didn't stop there. It was so powerful, it blew away the entire wall of the gravity room and wrecked the hallway.

Vegeta powered down, completely confused by this new level of power that filled him when his being registered his son was in danger.

"Shit, Dad," Trunks breathed out. He looked at his father, concern and awe reflected in his eyes. "Mom's going to kill you!"

Vegeta grunted and then cast his eyes over his son's form. "Are you all right?"

Trunks nodded once, but the wonder never left his eyes. "What was that?" he asked his father. The man had never used energy like that before. Trunks didn't even feel it when he attacked!

Vegeta answered with a shrug. He had no idea where that power came from or where it disappeared to. He figured it was just a fluke, a reaction to his son's life being in danger.

"You should warn Mom about this," Trunks pointed out. "If she sees this…"

"I'll handle your mother," Vegeta cut in. "For tomorrow's training, you and I will go to the lagoon."

Trunks's expression lit up as if he were still a child instead of a man. "Sounds great, Dad. Um, sorry training was cut short today."

Vegeta smirked at him. "It's fine. Go be with your woman. I'll see you at breakfast."

As the two resumed their day, neither knew that the strange energy Vegeta released had awoken a new and powerful force.

Even now, Vegeta was still uncertain as to what happened. One moment he was sparring with his son, and the next this blue energy sparked between them. The energy flowed out of the king so freely, he barely even knew he was firing anything. It was unlike any force he'd ever felt, and there was no explanation. Now, the GR was destroyed, and King Vegeta knew he'd have to bring up the issue with his mate, who would not be happy in the slightest. They were incredibly busy preparing for the biannual summit. All of their allies would arrive on the planet in the upcoming weeks to discuss and negotiate treaties and trade agreements, to add additional clauses, report changes in their exports and desired imports, and discuss planetary needs. The Planets Vegeta, Namek, and Kanassa would act as the mediators for these talks, the original alliance that took down Frieza all those decades ago.

Vegeta shook his head to clear his mind. All of his focus needed to be on the summit. It was the first time he'd be there to mediate. Back when his father was king, Vegeta avoided all of his princely duties, so he was never witness to any of it. Part of him regretted his rebellious days. Although his father prepared him and trained him since Cooler's defeat, there was still much Vegeta knew he needed to learn. Thankfully, his parents agreed to attend this first summit to offer silent guidance through the proceedings.

"Vegeta, there you are," Bulma sighed in exasperation. "I've been looking for you since breakfast. We have a family meeting with the wedding planner in twenty minutes."

The wedding planner… Vegeta grumbled as he moved away from the window. Although both his children mated without ceremony, everyone agreed it would be best to hold a public ceremony after the coronation. It didn't matter that the population knew and accepted their new princess and prince. Bulla was so excited about this dual ceremony, and Goten, Trunks, and Thia just let her run with it. The talking stages were done. Now, the family actually had to plan the logistics. And Vegeta thought his and Bulma's wedding was madness!

"Fine, woman," Vegeta replied. The two walked side by side down the hall, and all the while Vegeta wondered if he should inform Bulma about the gravity room this moment, or if he should wait until they were alone in their room later before bed. Given her cyborg strength, though, it didn't matter what time he told her. It's not like she ever tired anymore.

Another shuttle came in from Earth, and Nappa was pleased to see who arrive. "Well, you three are a sight for sore eyes. Welcome home, Prince Tarble. Princess Cella." He looked at the little bundle Cella held, the newest addition to the royal family. "And this must be Gine."

Cella beamed at that, her tail swishing in excitement. "It's good to be home, Nappa. How are things?"

"Calm, peaceful," Nappa remarked with a chuckle. "Feels like we're living in some alternate universe."

Tarble laughed at that. "And my family? My brother?"

Nappa smirked. "The family is getting excited for the upcoming wedding. Vegeta, he's making one hell of a king."

"Mom and Dad will be here in the next couple days," Cella explained. "And the Briefs and Chi-Chi's father said they'll travel closer to the ceremony."

Nappa nodded in acknowledgement. "I'll keep an eye out for them. So, will you all be staying at the palace."

"Actually," Tarble responded, "Cella and I thought it would be a good idea…to stay with her grandfather."

"Bardock?" Nappa balked at the idea. "Seriously?"

The two weren't surprised by Nappa's uncertainty. After all, Bardock had always been a gruff and unwelcoming individual, especially when it came to the royal family. Between his visions and losing his mate, he became hardened over the years, pushed both his sons away, but he was slowly forming relationships with the two now that the truth was out in the open and Raditz had felt what it was like to lose a mate. In Raditz's case, though, his mate, Peppan, was wished back with the Dragon Balls after protecting Prince Trunks from the vicious bioweapon, Cell. During the time Peppan was deceased, Gohan's and Videl's daughter, Pan, brought Raditz comfort. Cella hoped that Gine might do that for her grandfather, and Tarble agreed without even needing to be asked.

"I hope that's all right with everyone," Tarble declared, though his voice indicated he wasn't really worried.

"Of course," Nappa returned with a nod. "Just make sure you come by the palace. Your parents miss you, kid."

Tarble smiled. "Will do."

Nappa allowed the royals immediate access into the palace before he turned his attention to the humans who finally disembarked the craft. "Welcome to Planet Vegeta. I hope you all had a safe and comfortable journey."

Bardock was brooding when he heard a knock on his door. He glared at the wooden structure, but he decided to answer it. He couldn't sense anyone beyond the door except a small, unfamiliar energy. When he opened the door, he was surprised to find Cella, her mate, and a child (the source of that energy). He gawped at the two. He wasn't expecting company. Both Tarble and Cella grinned at him with abandon. It made the former warrior incredibly uncomfortable.

"Hi, Granddad," Cella greeted warmly. "Tarble and I came for a visit, and we were hoping we could stay with you."

Bardock glared at the prince. "What, your family kick you out already?" he grumbled. Wasn't there like a million rooms at the palace where they could crash and leave him be?

Tarble snickered and shook his head. "This was Cella's idea," he answered. "And I thought it was a good one."

"Look, I don't want to be rude," Bardock deadpanned, "but you should be at the palace. I don't want company."

"And that's exactly why we're here," Cella countered, and her grandfather cursed under his breath. With a patient smile, Cella approached him with hers and Tarble's daughter. "I wanted you to meet your great-granddaughter, Gine."

Coal eyes widened almost comically, but there was a seriousness and warmth that filled Bardock's gaze. He looked down at the child, completely mesmerized. Honestly, he barely gave the bundle a glance when they entered other than noting that the new energy was hers. Now, the psychic took the time to really look at the child, and his heart wrenched in such painful and strangely joyous ways as he realized that this little girl resembled his late mate so much. Raditz must have told his daughter this, and that is why she was given the name, to honor her predecessor.

Bardock's hands twitched as his tail wound tightly around his waist. A part of him wanted to reach out and take the child into his arms, but after how he was with his own sons…he just couldn't do it. As if sensing his confliction, Tarble took his daughter in his arms and approached Bardock. It took everything in Bardock's being to remain rooted in place instead of backing away from the prince. Tarble offered the man his full understanding and kindness as he reached out and gently tugged Bardock's arm from his body and showed him how to hold the child.

When hold of Gine exchanged, Tarble backed away to give Bardock some space. The older Saiyans troubled eyes never left the prince's, and the compassionate glimmer never left Tarble's gaze.

"Bardock, meet the newest princess of our people."

Princess… Bardock mused. He looked down at the child; small, innocent, dark eyes stared up at him. They held both confusion and interest, the child curious about this new stranger. Those beautiful, wide eyes that reminded him so much of Gine melted Bardock. He wrapped his other arm around the child and brought her closer to his chest as he willed himself not to have a breakdown in front of his grandkid and her mate. Especially when the sight of this child brought him so much bittersweet delight.

Cella wiped a tear away as Tarble wrapped his arms around her and leaned his head atop hers. The two watched the scene, happy to feel a connection form with the normally closed off man. Cella looked up, and the two exchanged knowing, secretive glances. It appeared that the prediction Raditz made proved correct. Gine would help Bardock heal. It would take time, but the family had all the time in the world to reconnect.

"Get him!"

A bunch of soldiers ran by a figure hiding in a hole in the wall. Once the youth was alone, he pushed himself from his hiding place and ran towards the hanger. Breathing raggedly, the Arcosian knew he needed to get away. He looked down at the metal container he stole, a weapon against his people's enemy.

The Arcosian's scouter went off indicating several power levels heading his way. Crap,he mentally hissed. He could not afford to fight anyone now.

His people were desperate and attacked him on his way to his ship, but he needed to get the vault in his arms to safety. "Halt, Kuriza!"

Kuriza didn't listen. He didn't stop. Instead, he just fled and hurried to the pod that would take him off the horrible world of his birth. A flurry of blasts came his way, cutting into his skin. Biting his lip, he kept himself from crying out, and he finally made it into the pod.

Quickly, he set the coordinates and prayed he could make it out and avoid all of the attacks. He steered himself off the icy planet, and then the adrenaline left him. All he felt was pain.

Warm blood poured out of a wound.

Sh-shit,he cursed his rotten luck. I-I need to get to the Saiyans.He looked at the container and sighed a breath of relieve. At least I got this out safely.

He then passed out from the blood loss, praying he wouldn't die. The Saiyans needed to know.

They needed to know about this weapon.

The day passed by so quickly. It had been a whirlwind lately preparing for both the summit and a joint wedding. Vegeta and Bulma were happy to see their children so happy and in love. It brought the family great joy when Tarble and Cella arrived for dinner, the newest addition to the family in tow. When Tarble presented his daughter proudly to his brother and father, it was like the four of them were the only four in the room. The former King Vegeta could barely contain his shock and awe that his youngest son, the one who always questioned himself and lacked confidence, was now more settled with a child of his own.

Vegeta regarded the child, his expression shifting from neutral to warmth and pride instantly. He held out his gloved finger to Gine's tiny hand. The princess grabbed on tightly and cooed happily. Vegeta met his little brother's gaze and told him, "She's strong."

Tarble's face lit up at his brother's words. "She is. She's going to be a real handful."

"When you partner her up with Pan, I'm sure it'll be just like when Vegeta and I had to chase you and Trunks everywhere," Bulma teased.

"We were definitely more than a handful," Trunks joked before he made his way to his uncle's side. "She's beautiful, unk. Congratulations."

Tarble sighed. He always hated it when his niece and nephew called him 'uncle'. They were all fairly close in age, and they had more of a sibling bond than anything else. The older prince would always tell them to stop calling him 'uncle' to no avail. This new nickname, though, was a recent development and one Tarble had come to accept as it really was more of a term of endearment.

"Not for nothing, but I thought it took longer for a baby to develop," Tomaren spoke up.

Trunks turned to see his cousin entering the room, finally done with the training session for the new recruits. It always brought the lavender-haired prince joy to see how far Tomaren had come. He'd been raised by Cooler as an assassin, turned against his family, and lied to for decades. Yet, after reuniting with his entire family, parents and all, the therapy and drug trials, and his new job training soldiers to defend against assassins, Tomaren had finally recovered to have a somewhat normal life. He had been seeing his intended, Quin, steadily for months now, and he always came to the palace to be with his extended family and his father and mother, Celen and Tights, when they weren't off doing work with the Galactic Patrol.

Cella regarded the half-Saiyan with kind eyes. "It does, but Tarble and I were training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber for a while before we realized I was pregnant. A year passes in the span of a day there, so…surprise!"

"Why are you training in there?" Goten asked seriously. "Is everything okay on Earth?"

Tarble nodded. "Just busy with Capsule Corp. work. With all of the new consumers from other worlds, everything is a little chaotic. I was slipping on my training and in spending time with Cella, so two birds…" The two blushed slightly, causing the rest of their family to chuckle. "We needed time away, and then we were so caught up in training that we didn't realize Cella was pregnant. We knew it would be tough going back to the real world with the time limitations, so we just kind of stayed in and managed the pregnancy. Then when it got close to the time where the baby would come, we went home. I was able to be there for Cella the whole time, plus I caught up on a lot of work."

"Sounds more like three birds," Bulma hummed. "And my father wondered why I didn't want to deal with the company." Of course, that was a lie, and everyone knew it. Bulma and Dr. Briefs had a strained relationship her whole life, so his demands for Bulma to take over were met with rebellion. The father had detested the Saiyans and everything they were, not understanding that they changed. The Colds didn't help with his distrust. When his daughter, Tights, disappeared with her mate, he was told years later by King Cold that Celen and his people killed the woman. It was only recently that they found out what truly happened, that Cooler had taken Tights and Celen and their unborn child and trapped them on his ship. If not for Celen's bravery to get his mate and child away from that monster, they would not be sitting here now, and the last of the Cold line wouldn't have been slain. Bulma and her father would have never worked out their differences, and Capsule Corp. would not be thriving as it was now in this new era of trust and peace.

A large banquet was prepared for family dinner, for the return of Prince Tarble and his mate, and the welcoming of their offspring. Later in the evening, all the princes and princesses decided to play catch up. The former queen, Kalina, offered for her and her mate to watch Little Gine while they did, so enamored by her newest grandchild. Tomaren returned to the training grounds to meet up with Quin for a sparring session. Vegeta and Bulma finally had a reprieve to return to their room for their own 'training session'.

Bulma watched her husband as he breathed heavily, coming down from their workout. She smiled affectionately and in amusement. It used to be her that would need some time after coming undone, but ever since the unfortunate cyborg transformation by Doctor Gero, she always recovered quicker than her Saiyan king with plenty of energy to spare. Of course, that didn't mean there were times Vegeta didn't wear her out, but they were fewer and far between now.

"So," Bulma crooned, "dare I ask why you were so attentive this evening?"

Vegeta flinched at the question. It was true, he spent most of the evening trying to butter Bulma up for the news he was about to lay out in front of her. Usually after family time and after their lovemaking, she was less furious when he broke any of her toys. The gravity room was more than all those toys put together.

"It's possible that during mine and Trunks's training session, the gravity room might have been destroyed."

"Might, huh," Bulma replied blandly, her eyes narrowed into slits. She wanted to yell and curse at her mate, but she knew it would do no good. With a sigh, she shook her head and then grumbled out, "I'll fix it tomorrow, but you'll have to explain to the Queen of Sado why I couldn't make it to our conference call."

Vegeta grunted in acceptance, although he really wasn't a fan of that woman of Sado. It was a newly discovered planet, one that, like Earth once upon a time, never truly believed alien life existed in the universe. He remembered when his son and daughter went exploring that they came across the small rock, not on the map, and decided to check it out. The Sadosans were a primitive people technology wise, worse than Earth before space travel, but incredibly bright and progressive in culture unlike the Needellens. Trunks contacted his parents right away to inform them of the place and they arrived there within the day, hopeful to build a connection with this world before anyone, like those of the Cold planet or any former PTO allies, made contact.

The king wasn't against anyone on the planet, but similar to how the Earth population had once been and still sometimes was, the Sadosans had a holier-than-thou moniker that irritated Vegeta to no end. It was the result of their egocentric ideals, something that would pass once they entered into space for the first time and saw that there was a universe bigger than them.

"I'll take care of it," Vegeta agreed.

Bulma smiled and kept her gaze on her mate. She noticed that he was hardly present now in this moment, the gears turning in his mind. "Are you worried about the summit?" Vegeta snapped free of his thoughts and met his queen's gaze. He closed his eyes and shook his head. That was the furthest thing from his mind right now. "Vegeta, what is it?"

"I'm not sure yet," he admitted. "While Trunks and I trained, there was a moment where I attacked an attacking bot so quickly. My energy…was different. I've felt a bit unsettled since then."

Curiosity took over the woman's features, her blue eyes wide. "Hm, different how? Are you unwell?"

"No," Vegeta answered calmly as his gaze softened. His emotions conveyed to Bulma just how much her concern meant to him. "It's nothing like that. It felt…otherworldly, more powerful than anything I've ever felt, but it didn't feel the same as my normal ki."

Bulma pondered this, but other than her unsenseable energy, she couldn't even imagine. She knew she certainly hadn't sensed a blast big enough to take out the GR that day. "Strange, but maybe it was just a fluke. Have you tried to summon that energy again?"

Vegeta shook his head. Honestly, with how much damaged he caused down below, it was not wise to try there. "I'm hoping to try at the lagoon tomorrow."

"Well, then it already sounds like you have a plan," Bulma stated, "and~" she singsonged. "There is nothing left to think about from the day." Vegeta smirked at his mate and sat up; the sheet fell to his waist.

"Then we have more important matters to attend to, my queen."

Bulma's impish gaze reflected her mate's. "Then let's get to work, my king."

Vegeta did not need to be told twice.

Nappa was ready to call it a night, but the longs indicated one more shuttle was approaching. So many shuttles came in today, at least five from Earth in addition to the normal travel. The thought alone brought Nappa inexplicable joy. The relationship between the two planets was nearly healed, and the Earthlings became curious with the Saiyan world and culture. Distrust would no longer separate the races, and that was a blessing for both his own son's and Vegeta's family.

This last shuttle arrived from an intermediate planet, and so many different alien species disembarked. The former general gave his usually greetings. A few Namekians came up to him to ask for directions to the lodging district. Nappa laughed at a joke one of the green men told before a light caught his eye.

Nappa looked out to the void to see a spherical ship fast approaching. His eyes widened in shock and fear. There were too many people in the hanger, and if that ship crash landed, they'd all be wiped out.

"Everyone out quick!" Nappa shouted. "There's a rouge craft!"

The visitors all made their way towards the exit of the hanger, and the two Namekians helped Nappa round them up. When everyone was clear, Nappa flew to the doorway, prepared to protect the guests who refused to go any further, curiosity getting the better of them.

The ship landed hard. Whoever operated it clearly didn't apply the brakes. Nappa waited for the reckless driver to open the hatch, but the pod remained undisturbed. The Saiyan turned to the people with a hardened expression. "Please vacate the premises and get to your destination for the evening. I need to perform a search."

Thankfully, the visitors listened and went on their merry way. Of course, only the Namekians understood why Nappa grew so cold. The vessel that landed was standard Arcosian technology. "Nappa," the Namekian who introduced himself a Toolo moments earlier called, "do you need us to alert anyone?"

"No," Nappa assured them. His hateful eyes returned to the ship. "Not yet. Not until I know what we're dealing with."

The Namekians hung back to wait for some type of order. Nappa cautiously approached the vessel; his senses stretched out to detect any lifeform. A weak ki registered, and Nappa let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. No matter what was in that ship, it wouldn't be a threat.

He hit the emergency override on the pod which immediately freed the front hatch and then tore door clean off. Nothing would have prepared him for what he saw. In the space pod, there was an Arcosian, passed out and bleeding, a canister at his feet. Worst of all, this unconscious frost demon resembled someone very familiar.

He looked exactly like Frieza.

Not betraying the rage and confusion in his heart, Nappa waked over to the communication monitor. He hit a button, and the surprised face of his son appeared on the screen.

"Celen, get Vegeta," he ordered. "You're both gonna want to see this."

Vegeta was stunned when his brother-in-law came knocking on his and Bulma's door in the middle of the night. Celen's expression held a hint of urgency, although his mind was full of confusion. When Celen told Vegeta Nappa requested their presence at the hanger, Vegeta could only make guesses as to why his former guardian needed them there.

It took Vegeta mere moments to get into his everyday armor. Whatever was going on, it was possible Nappa needed backup. The king wouldn't mind if he was heading into battle. Still, the sight he was met with was completely unexpected.

"Frieza," Vegeta sucked in a breath, his body paralyzed at the hanger door. His dark eyes fell on the unconscious body of what appeared to be his former tormentor. When rationale returned to Vegeta, he realized that there was no way it was possible for Frieza to be there. He relaxed. No, it wasn't Frieza. It was the bastard's spawn, Kuriza.

"What the hell is Frieza's son doing here?" Celen hissed. His eyes immediately went to the gaping wound, purple blood pouring out quick.

Vegeta studied the Arcosian more. He noticed the hole, too, and the innocent expression on the lizard's face. His mind went to his children, asleep safe and sound on their planet, and a strange and overwhelming sensation of compassion overtook his being. The king swallowed it down and crossed his arms. There was no way he'd feel anything but contempt from anyone of Frieza's race or family. And yet, something compelled him to give an order he never thought he'd give.

"Celen." His brother-in-law met his gaze. "You and Trunks will administer medical treatment." Both Celen and Nappa appeared shocked. "Restrain him with ki blockers. No one else is to go near this bastard until we know why he is here."

"Of course, my king," Celen returned.

Trunks couldn't believe it when his uncle woke him up and demanded he help him in the medical ward. Sensing the urgency, Trunks leapt out of bed and threw on a set of clothes. He headed towards the medical wing. The hallway seemed to stretch out for miles, but he eventually made it in. When he caught a glimpse of the Arcosian, his throat went dry.

"Wha—?"

Celen abruptly turned and pulled Trunks inside before sealing the door. "You can see why I tried to be as discrete as possible."

"Did this creep attack us?" Trunks nearly yelled, incensed.

"He arrived like this," Celen remarked. "The…patient…was found unconscious in a space pod. He has minor contusions from the crash, but the most serious injury is the hole in his stomach. He's lost a lot of blood already, and we have no donors. Surgery is risky, so it's best to sew up this hole to stop the blood loss and then throw him into a healing tank to heal the internal injuries."

Trunks went to wash his hands and strapped on a pair of gloves. "Well…let's save this frost demon."

A/N: Hello everyone! I finally got a chance to sit down and write the first chapter of the next installment of the Blackmail Series. I missed this series and can't wait to write more. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Lots of mystery already :D