Well, I got a better response to my question this time, yet I'm still very far from getting the answer I seek. So far I got dancing and romance as the reasons for this obsession. I'd appreciate more input from all you readers. For anyone who wants to answer, feel free to do so anytime. I'll just keep posting the results till I've come to a conclusion. And if I can't have this question answered by the end of this fic...

You can bet your ass I'll be asking it in the next one.

And now on with the show...story...thingy...

The sound of footsteps hitting marble floor echoed throughout the corridor. As with any structure of marble, a chill seemed to hang all around, the thought of heat always a constant thought. However, this individual didn't really care whether he was cold or hot or anything. He had more pressing matters to be concerned with.

An elderly gentleman walked this chilly hallway, his long white hair flowing down to his shoulder blades, his moustache sticking out raggedly, clear blue eyes that reflected everything and nothing on his wrinkled face. His odd garments of brown pants, yellow shirt with a black vest and a tall black hat made him a sight to behold.

This man was none other then the twentieth chair of the Earth's parliament, the overall leader of the planet, Gero.

Though he may have appeared fragile and weak to all who caught a glimpse of him, his mind was forever a constant hurricane, his genius unmatched by anyone on the planet. At the current moment, that mind of his was hard at work, his worries shown clearly on his old face.

Public approval for his latest campaigns had begun to dwindle, just like with the war against Vegeta. Fortunately for that fight, they had managed to win, restoring the people's faith in his ability to protect the planet from foreign invaders, or at least that's what he told the people. However, the constant fighting with the Cold family in the northernmost reaches of the universe was beginning to take a toll. Those lizards wouldn't give up an inch unless they had to and at the current moment, they were in a stalemate. Then the fighting at Majiventa came to mind, reminding him what a complete disaster the campaign had been thus far. Apparently the planet had a guardian that could wipe out an entire fleet of his attack force and such a thing was not sitting well with Gero.

But those weren't his only problems. Since humans had been able to leave Earth, every single chair holder had been united in the belief of take over and expansion. Unfortunately, one of the chairs was starting to rethink his position on human military use. That would mean that Gero would have to start curtailing his aggressiveness in space, which was not something he wanted to do.

Coming to the end of the corridor, large wooden doors standing in front of him, Gero pushed them open, allowing him access to the chamber behind them. In the room a horseshoe shaped table sat, twenty chairs sitting along the table, an even space separating each chair from each other. At the moment, only three of the chairs were occupied.

As Gero sat down in his place at the center of the table, he took note of the occupants. Sitting to Gero's left was a fairly young man with long black hair and crystal blue eyes, much like Gero's. Though a great deal more youthful then the old man, his handsomeness was something girls would die for. Wearing his cut upped blue jeans, a long sleeved white shirt with a black T-shirt covering it, his orange bandana hanging loosely around his neck, the youth sprawled in his chair like any teenager would do in a recliner. He was known as Angie Zeventien to everyone that knew him.

Sitting next to Angie, a beautiful blond woman sat, her hair just as long as Angie's and the same blue eyes. She too wore blue jeans, along with a long sleeved striped shirt. Unlike the man beside her, she sat properly in her chair, back resting on the back of the chair, her legs crossed. She was known as Hatchi Chestnut.

Finally, Gero looked to his right, taking in the other occupant. This one was the most mysterious of all the chairs. He was a squat and portly man, his face completely white and the same blue eyes as everyone here. He wore a get up much similar to Gero himself, orange pants with a light yellow vest over a black shirt, a yellow hat on his head with a black strip going around the edge and a spike on the top completing his costume. Out of everyone here, only Gero knew who he was; only known as Nineteen due to him being the nineteenth chair.

With a quick nod to those who were there, Gero turned his attention to the other empty chairs, two of which would be occupied momentarily. For the other fourteen chairs no one would occupy them. When Gero had initially seized power, he did away with quite a few of the peskier ones. Some had had unfortunate accidents while others had the bad luck to disappear. While no one knew what happened to those that had disappeared, Gero knew exactly what happened to them. Once they had been captured, Gero had experimented on them while they were still alive. Due to his sudden increase in specimens, he managed to develop quite a bit of technology, especially in the field of cybernetic enhancement. It was amazing what one could do with mechanical parts replacing one's weak points.

Suddenly, the front doors to the chamber opened, revealing a young man entering his prime years. He wore green pants with a yellow vest that exposed his muscular chest, brown gloves covering his hands. A red hat covered his long white hair with a confident smirk on his face. Once again, this member of the group also had blue eyes. "How ya'll doin' now?" he greeted with a southern accent, taking his place three chairs down from Nineteen. Leaning back into his chair, his arms up with his hands resting on the back of his head, he placed his black booted feet on the table much to the disgust of Hatchi. "Don't you know that's rude?" she reprimanded.

Still holding his smirk, he replied "I don't know where you're from missy, but where I come from no one gives a rat's ass."

Hatchi didn't respond, disgust still evident on her face. She turned her attention elsewhere to avoid looking at the southerner's feet.

Gero shook his head. Tretton was always looking for a way to annoy Hatchi. As much as he found the man annoying himself, he couldn't help but admit that his charisma was something useful. He had found the boy on the streets, starving and nameless. After giving him an offer that he couldn't refuse, he raised the lad for as long as he could before sending him out into the world, so he could study the boy's reaction to it. When the boy came back, he returned with some of the worst habits Gero had ever seen, that annoying accent, and a different name. At the time of his departure into the world, Gero had been trying to make him into a fine young gentleman, the name of Trieze being his more refined name. All of that work had gone to waste within a few months time. But he was a people's person; he did have to give him credit for that.

The room returned to silence for quite some time before the last member of the counsel arrived. Gero's eyes narrowed. Here was his trouble maker: Jericho Sedici. The man towered over the others, his muscular body showing through the spandex he wore, though the green armor that Gero made for him stuck out as odd. His red Mohawk stood proud atop his somber expression. However, his eyes, though they were blue as everyone else, held a more peaceful quality rather than the sharp gazes of the others.

Taking his seat, Jericho turned his attention to Gero, signaling he was ready for the meeting to start.

"I'm glad that all of you could make it," Gero began. "I hope you're aware of our present predicament."

"So them lizards still given ya trouble pops?" Tretton announced amusedly.

"Yes they are, but that's not what I'm talking about," Gero snapped. "I'm referring to our people and how they're starting to back off our cause."

"Yeah, we heard about it," Angie spoke up fluidly. "What do you want us to do about it?"

Gero shot him a glare. "I'd like for you to get to the bottom of why this is happening, now."

"It's because of you," a monotone voice said. All eyes turned to Jericho as he continued to speak. "The people have become aware of your abuses. They wish to gain new leadership at this time."

"What do you mean new leadership?" Gero cried out. "I've never abused my power. I've always done what was needed to be done, nothing more, nothing less."

"That is not what the people believe anymore," Jericho replied. "They are getting tired of losing all of their young men to your wars. They wish that you'd stop the fighting and bring the men home. And I for one agree with them."

Gero's eyes widen in astonishment. After everything he had done for them, they just turned their backs on it and wished to do away with him. It was preposterous that they should feel that way to the man who single handed relieved them of their poor living conditions. About the time of the first space voyage, Earth had been in a state of decay from the abuses of men. In order to relieve the stress that was being inflicted, a plan for setting up colonies on Mars became viable. But the sudden discovery of the Martians threw that whole plan down the drain. When all seemed lost, it was Gero who decided to make the claim of a threat to solve their problem and it worked. From Mars to Celestian, that plan worked, showing little signs of slowing down until the war with the saiyans showed that the excuse was getting old. No one could've predicted the ten year war that erupted, taxing the humans patients until a hero emerged to win the war for them.

Returning to his former state of calmness, Gero stared at Jericho. "So what do you propose sixteenth chair?"

"I propose we have an election to determine the new leadership. I will leave you all now to consider my proposal." With that said, Jericho left the chamber, leaving the others to their own thoughts.

Once the tall man left Gero cleared his throat. "I believe we all need to consider the sixteenth chair's proposal on our own accords. I adjourn this meeting as of now." Standing up, he touched Nineteen's shoulder to get his attention. "I'd like to have a word with you."

Nodding his confirmation, the two left the room. As they walked down the corridors that Gero had used earlier, the old man spoke "I want you to send Twenty One. Do you understand?"

A computerized voice responded, "I will see to it that it is done."

"Good," was all that was said as the two separated at the end of the corridor.

Videl was staring at the roof of her room when she first heard about it. Erasa had nearly busted the door down holding the latest report of saiyan activity. Excitement was clearly the dominant emotion radiating off the blond as she waved the sheets of paper in front of Videl's face. It had taken awhile but she managed to pry the report away from the girl. But what she read was not what she had expected.

A couple nights ago, a large saiyan force, bigger then any seen since the war ended, had attacked a military base known as a landing port for shuttles. Apparently, the saiyans wanted to use the latest launch for their own uses, driving the human soldiers away from the prepared shuttle and loaded a few of their own to launch into space. Once the ship had left, the saiyans retreated, very unlike their usual blow-the-whole-base-to-kingdom-come tactics, and left the guards to scratch their heads in confusion. There was no description of who the saiyans that boarded the ship were but somehow a security camera, that hadn't been destroyed, got a glimpse of the space travelers.

Looking up at Erasa, Videl said "We need to get our hands on this tape. Any ideas?"

A puzzled look crossed the blond girl's face. "Why can't you use your dad's influence again? Its worked so far."

Videl shook her head before responding. "I've been using it a little too much lately. The officers are starting to get a little immune to it. We need to use something else."

Both girls sat in silence before Erasa got a smirk on her face. "You wait here Videl. I'll get us that tape."

Videl looked up at her curiously. "How do you plan on getting it?"

Erasa just smiled. "Are you sure you want to know?"

Videl couldn't suppress the chill that ran down her back. "I don't think I want to know. Just as long as you can get that tape."

Still smiling, Erasa nodded and left the room. As Videl began to wait, she laid down on her bed, closing her eyes. Videl had no idea how long it would take for her friend to get the tape so she figured she might as well get some shut eye while she waited. It wasn't until Erasa once again busted into the room, tape in had and a little disheveled, that the Satan girl woke up. Waking up with a start, Videl leapt off her bed and fell into a stance to ward off any attackers before dropping the stance upon seeing the worn out Erasa.

"What happened to you?" Videl asked looking Erasa up and down.

"I got the tape!" Erasa announced, holding the tape high in the air like a trophy. "And it was a good thing that guard was cute."

Videl shook her head, rubbing her temple. "Erasa, I don't even want to know."

Unfortunately, Erasa didn't listen. "I hadn't even expected to go that far but one thing led to another and the next thing I know, I'm trying to catch my breath with the tape sitting right next to me. I've had better though—"

"Erasa," Videl said through clenched teeth. "If you don't shut up and play that damn tape, I'm gonna rip your head off and use it for a soccer ball."

Sighing disappointedly, the blond girl walked over to the TV and put the video in the VCR. After pressing play, Erasa sat down on the other bed in the room and watched as the screen went black. Soon the scene showed the base as it prepared the ship for launch. After sitting through that, suddenly a mass of saiyans appeared attacking anything and everything. Both girls watched in astonishment as each saiyan destroyed and died. Soon, three figures approached the main hatch to the shuttle; they seemed to argue a little before jumping into the ship. Videl paused the video before rewinding it and pausing it when she got a good look at the three passengers. Studying it closely, Videl could easily pick out one of the three as Gohan. Even if the guy got a haircut and wore a mask, she would've been able to pick him out. The other two though confused her. One looked a little like Gohan though with wilder hair while another one had lavender hair. Never had she seen a saiyan with that kind of attribute before Erasa piped up. "I've seen that one before."

"What?" Videl said turning to look at the girl better.

"I've seen that guy with the purple hair before. He showed up in town a couple days before you were seen with Gohan. Had no idea he was a saiyan though."

Videl froze. So Gohan had been inspecting the town long before they ran into each other. A few things started to come into place then. Gohan must've been looking for something at Cash's mansion and got his hands on it while she was stunned in disbelief with the Namek evidence. Then the attack on New Central had eerily similar circumstances. The missing town leader, missing information files, and then the sudden attacks on military bases; all of them with Gohan involved. It looked like the saiyans were really changing their tactics in their private war. But what was the point of sending some of their own into space? Wouldn't they need every able bodied man to fight? So many answers raised new questions for the confused Videl.

After sitting in silence, Videl finally spoke "What would be the point in sending some of your own warriors into space?"

"Don't know," Erasa replied. "That's something you'd asked a military guy."

Videl fell silent. Then something popped into her head. "Where was that shuttle going?"

Erasa perked up. "That's a good question but I don't know where we'd go to get the answer."

Not completely deterred, Videl pressed on. "We need to know what kind of information Gohan stole and what was significant about stealing that shuttle."

"But there would only be one person that would have a clue to that," Erasa said. "That surviving body guard is the only person who I can think of that would have an idea of what was in that info."

"It's not the best start but it's a start nonetheless," Videl replied. "I think I'll make the arrangements to meet him."

It wasn't long until Videl was right where she wanted to be. It had taken a few well placed threats and a couple of examples but she got clearance to see the disgraced warrior. Before her, sitting on the ground, back against the wall with one leg sticking out before him and one bent at the knee as he rested his arm on it, the three eyed bodyguard looked at the girl emotionlessly. The man known as Tien was still in the same clothes he was in that fateful night so long ago. Videl stared at the man before she worked up the nerve to begin her visit. "Uhh, hi. I was wondering if you could help me with something that I need help with."

Tien just stared at the small girl, not speaking a word.

Videl coughed nervously. "Umm, do you know anything about the information the saiyans stole a few weeks ago?"

Tien scowled. "I've been asked that question one too many times missy. I'm not gonna answer it again."

Videl looked at him astonished before trying to argue her case. "Have you heard what happened at the Satellite Hub?"

Tien cocked an eyebrow. "I might have heard a little about it. Why?"

"I think there was a connection to the attack with the one here."

That got Tien's interest. It would explain the reason why there were saiyans in the city. But there was one flaw with it. How could this girl be so sure about the connection?

"And what proof do you have on this?"

"There was an attack very similar to the one here at East Fort. Both times the town leader went missing, information was stolen, infiltration into human settlement, and then the subsequent attack on a military base."

"And it's because of this that you think there's a connection between the two?" Tien asked skeptically.

Videl smirked slightly. "There was one saiyan involved in both attacks and he's the one you fought."

It was faster then the little girl could see. One moment the disgruntled fighter was leaning against the back wall and the next moment he was at the jail bars looking at Videl intensely. "Are you positive about that?"

A little shocked, Videl nodded her response. Then she got a hold of her faculties and continued her case. "I think the saiyans are changing their tactics. Never before have they blatantly attacked human civilians and I was wonder why now? Why have they decided to just go after noncombatants?"

Dropping his intense stare, Tien fell into thought. "It could be they're trying a different approach," he finally stated.

"What do you mean?" Videl asked confused.

"In war, some people try to get their enemy's civilians against the war by attacking them. With the recent talks I've heard from Earth, people are getting tired of fighting long wars without an end in sight. The saiyans might be trying to capitalize on that."

Videl frowned. "But what would be the point in sending a few of their own into space? That doesn't fit in with this whole thing."

Tien had to admit that the girl had a point. Although he had heard very little about the recent attack, he had managed to gather that a shuttle was stolen. But if you were going to terrorize your enemy's people, why leave the ones already here? Unless…

Watching as Tien thought, Videl faintly saw a look of realization flash through his eyes. She had been trying to read any emotion that appeared on his face for quite awhile now but gave up because of Tien's ability to hide his emotions. That flash in his eyes though gave away that Tien knew something she didn't. "What are you thinking about? I know you just figured something out, so spill it."

Tien schooled his features before returning her query. "If the saiyans are trying to turn the people against war, where would be the best place to do it?"

That was not what Videl had expected. "How should I know that? Just tell me, okay?"

Tien smirked. "All the saiyans had to do was attack the settlements here to get the humans to abandon the fighting. Where else could they go to get the same results?"

Videl frowned. This guy wasn't making anything easier for her. "Fine, I'll play your game. The only place a saiyan could attack human civilians, besides here, would be…on…" Videl trailed off, realization dawning on her.

Tien still continued to smirk. "And that would be where?"

Videl could only say one word to that. "Earth."

"Glad you can think on your toes Ms. Satan," Tien said mockingly. "So what are you going to do now?"

Coming out of her reverie, Videl answered "I guess I'm going to Earth."

Tien gave her mock applause. "Good for you. You better be on your way then."

Videl nodded before turning away. She didn't get far, though, as she turned back to address Tien again. "You know? I could use a good body guard on my trip. Care to join me?"

Tien ears perked up. "You can get me out of here?"

Videl nodded. "It shouldn't be too hard being the daughter of a hero and all. I'll just get the paperwork ready."

Tien grinned. "So where do I sign?"

To Tokioko: Wow. Up until now, I could only count on one finger the number of girls that didn't like the movie. You have you're own finger now. Congrats.

To Mizz-Madam aka Too lazy to log in: Hey, long time no see. Glad you like the fic so far. And now you get to join my ever growing club of anti Dirty Dancing...people. Welcome to the club.