The blue haired woman took off her small, oval shaped glasses and rubbed her tired eyes. Stretching her arms far beind her shoulders and leaning back, she let out a tremendous yawn. Oh god, that feels good. Opening her eyes, she took in the pleasant view of piles and piles of paper work, messily scattered across her desktop, the morbid monster that had robbed her of all her energy.

"Bulma, get something to eat," a deep voice said behind her. It was a voice all too familiar, the only thing that was worth coming home to at the end of a busy day at the Capsule Corporation head offices.

"You're too good for me, Vegeta," Bulma replied, turning around in her swivel chair so she could face him. Standing in the doorway, Vegeta took off the stained apron he was wearing over a dark blue tank top and sweat pants and tossed it to his wife.

"I know, and I'm finished with the cooking for today. Your turn to call the boy for dinner." He disappeared from the doorway, into the hall, leaving Bulma holding the apron in her hands with a loving smile creeping across her face. Vegeta was a cold man, an image perceived by many. It's how she'd thought of him too, when they had first met. But after really getting to know the man during the Z Soldier's war against an alien named Freeza, she had seen the loving, sarcastic humor the man possessed something she'd learn to grow in love with. Now, they had started a family with a young son named Trunks.

Brushing herself off, Bulma got up from the chair and stretched a final time and headed for the door. As she entered the hallway, the aromatic scent of herbs and spices filled the air, making her mouth water uncontrollably. That man has learned well… Bulma passed the living room where she could hear soft blips coming from the TV. Sure enough, sitting in front of it tapping insanely at a controller in his little palms, was her son, Trunks.

"Come on, dear," she said, trying to lead the boy away from the video console with her words, "dinner's ready. Time to eat!"

"Gimme five minutes," Trunks mumbled at her like a robot with his large purple eyes glued to the television screen. Bulma nodded, pretending to understand.

"The screen color's a little off," she fibbed. "Let me take a look at it."

"No mom," Trunks said in his monotone voice – the voice he used whenever something had his attention. "The TV's fine."

"It most certainly isn't!" Bulma insisted as she began to crawl behind the TV set. "Don't worry about a thing honey, I'll get this thing fixed in no time!" The TV blacked out and shut off. "Oops! Sorry dear, I accidentally pulled the plug!" She reappeared from behind the TV with its plug in her hand.

"Mom! I was on the last level!"

"And this will be your last dinner if you don't come with me now," she said scooping the boy into her arms. He let out a groan as his mother carried him helplessly to the dining room.

Bulma dug into her plate as if there were no tomorrow. Vegeta had prepared fresh steaming baked potatoes with sour cream topped with chives, bacon and sour cream for an appetizer. The main course had come from a recipe in a book that she'd bought, barbecued steak with light fat gravy.

As Bulma ate, she found herself, on numerous occasions, wiping at her mouth with her hands, something she didn't do very often. She picked it up after watching Goku doing it a few times, finding it disgusting, yet humorous how the man would eat. His eating habits hadn't changed from since she had known him as a child. Goku…

The man had died saving the world from the demonic creature that once threatened the safety of the earth, known as Cell. She was saddened at his death, not to the level that Chichi had been, but she suffered emotionally nonetheless.

Noticing that his mother had started chewing slower than she had initially when she started, Trunks decided to ask, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Bulma glanced at him and stammered, "Oh, uh… nothing, dear. Just thinking about something, that's all. Finish your food."

"We interrupt this program for an urgent news bulletin," the television practically screamed. "Downtown Satan City is under attack by some kind of powerful being that witnesses claim to be human, or at least humanoid. The creature has already destroyed some of the larger buildings downtown and is not stopping in his streak. Residents of Satan City are ordered to evacuate the city as soon as possible. The subways will keep running for at least the next forty-eight hours. It is advised to stay away from the highways leading out of town if at all possible. The military is moving in to contain the situation before it gets out of hand. Again, residents are urged to evacuate town…"

"Oh my god," Bulma said, putting her hand to her open mouth as she watched the television. Standing there dumbfounded for a moment that seemed like an eternity, Bulma finally forced herself to move. She picked up her son and screamed for Vegeta. If anyone could do something about it, she knew he could.

The ex-Saiyan Prince was already ahead of her, running down the stairs. "Get out of here!" he yelled. "I'll stay behind and see what this is all about."

"Should I give Chichi and Gohan a call?" Bulma tried asking as Vegeta began nudging her towards the door.

"No," he replied, "I'll call them myself. Just get yourself and Trunks out of this place as fast as you can."

Oh god, what am I going to do? she wondered in panic as she headed for the car, fumbling for the right key in her pocket. "What's going on, Mom?" Trunks asked curiously.

"Something very bad!" Bulma replied vaguely. "Just get into the car and put your seatbelt on, ok honey? We're going to Gohan's house."

KABOOM!

A tremendous explosion, just one street down from the house in which they lived. Bulma pulled her son close to her body and ducked as debris from the buildings flew every which way. The shock wave was great enough to have pushed the car a few inches and uprooted a few small shrubs. Bulma looked fearfully into the sky and saw the creature hovering a few hundred feet in the air above her. It wasn't paying any attention to them, thankfully. However, if it released another energy shot any closer than the last one, she knew her and Trunks would be finished.

Looking closely, she could see indeed that it had a humanoid form, but was too distant to see any clear details. But from the shape of its body, it strongly resembled a person. Could it be another Saiyan?

A second energy beam, from another source, pierced the air and struck the being, stunning it temporarily. Bulma's eyes searched the skies for the source of this attack, knowing it was her husband. She just wanted to see him. "Vegeta!!"

Hovering hundreds of feet in the air at the same level of this creature, Vegeta had a clear view of what it looked like, and he didn't like what he saw. "Son Goken," he said, hardly being able to obscure his surprise at seeing the boy, "why are you doing this?" Vegeta noticed something terribly wrong with him. Although the face was definitely that of the second son of Goku, the expression and the way he conducted himself was strangely alien. He didn't say anything in response, but instead, swung his hand in a downward motion, as Vegeta felt some kind of invisible force throw him downward.

The Saiyan managed to catch himself before his body hit the ground. He tasted blood in his mouth, and after putting a finger to his lips, he sight of bright red blood on his fingertips proved it. "Hmph," he grunted, "if that's the way you wanna play, I won't hold back."

Taking the time Vegeta had bought them, Bulma dashed into their car, practically throwing Trunks in the passenger seat. She floored the accelerator in reverse and quickly changing gears, sped off towards the city limits. I hope he'll be alright…