A/N Aug. 19, 2011- Looking for a beta, if interested shoot me an email with credentials. Doesn't need to be a spelling or grammar wiz, looking for someone to look over plot, characterizations, dialogue.

Capsule Corporation? Vegeta silently mulled over. He eyed the two cyborgs leading the way idle curiosity. They were still speaking into their headsets, evidently reporting in the success of their mission.

Bulma has some explaining to do, giving Saiyan technology to humans of all things, conveniently ignoring that Bulma too was human. Although, I guess it doesn't matter now, it's not like there are any lawyers from Planet Vegeta here to complain. Vegeta idly wondered what a court trial would be like back on his destroyed home world. Probably violent. He remembered the few instances he saw of his late father presiding over court proceeding and dispensing his own forms of often lethal Saiyan justice. Yes, very violent. Hell, the armor might even catch on as the next fashionable thing here he chuckled to himself.

"Yes sir, he's following us right now," Jenkins said into his headpiece.

"No need to lead him directly into headquarters, take him to the outpost at sector 59, 18. I'll meet you there shortly," said the gravelly voice on the other end of the line.

"Understood."

He glanced backwards at his charge. His dour expression not changing a bit since their departure.

"So do you have a name? I'm Jenkins. My partner over here is Harris." he shouted towards him. Harris waved. "How do you speak our language so well anyways?"

A second passed before Vegeta answered. "This matter does not concern a lowly soldier like you. I agreed to speak to your leaders, and it is they whom I shall speak to."

After nothing else was forthcoming, the cyborg shrugged and continued flying onwards. Jerk.

A dark drab compound eventually filled Vegeta's sight. His two guides turned and motioned for him to land. The prince followed the two past inside where they led him into a dimly lit nondescript room. Inside were a table and a few chairs. On top of one was a man in green fatigues with a cigar sticking outside the edge of his mouth, puffing smoke out the other side. He had several medals adorning his chest, as well as some stars and stripes emblazoned onto one of his shoulder pads.

"Please," the man proffered a chair. "Have a seat."

Vegeta ignored the offer, staring at him impassively as ever.

"Well alright," he slightly shifted uncomfortably before changing tactics. "My name's General Slater, I believe you've already met Jenkins and Harris." When the only response was a grunt, he continued. "I don't suppose you have a name?"

"You can call me Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans."

Saiyans? I guess that's the name of his species. "Pleasure to meet you Vegeta, why don't we…"

"I said Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans."

Slater glared at the Prince of All Assholes for a second before continuing. "Alright then Vegeta. Prince of All Saiyans. From what we've gathered, you're not human despite your appearance, isn't that correct?"

"Now what would make you say that?" was the dry response.

Ignoring the bait, Slater continued. "For one thing, your power readings are literally off the charts. Until only a few years ago, I'd never seen anything like it. Additionally, half a decade ago, a pair of alien invaders arrived on Earth and caused a bit of mayhem before mysteriously disappearing." He tossed several photos of showing two men in blue and white looking spandex and armor. One was a large bald man, the other a squatter looking one. "I'm assuming you're this one," he said pointing towards the latter.

"And if I am?"

"There are several members within my government who would like to have a few choice words with you regarding your role during the brief attack. However, since we have no records definitively proving you directly participated and in light of your recent actions in service of the planet, we're willing to overlook particular indiscretions regarding your past and grant you amnesty on Earth. Although, we would like to know the whereabouts of the companion you came to Earth with."

Vegeta almost laughed at the irony of what he just heard. His game face, though, didn't budge an inch. "You mean Nappa? He's no longer of any concern."

"And may I ask why not?"

"I killed him."

The room filled with awkward silence for a few moments. The general unsure what to say. "I… I guess," he paused to collect his thoughts. "I guess that solves a few outstanding issues with you then. I suppose I should be thanking you, we actually advanced our technology quite a bit by examining the one space pod you left on Earth. Anyways, back on topic - what do you think about our offer? You could provide technical expertise as well as training for our budding…"

Vegeta had already tuned him out. The remaining spaceship? But how- Fucking Nappa. He angrily berated his dead teammate. Even years after your death, your hanger on corpse still continues to haunt me. Vegeta massaged his temples before focusing his vision back onto Slater.

"… and of course, you'd be more than well compensated for your…"

"Like you have anything to offer me."

"Now wait just a minute-" Slater began.

Vegeta slammed his hands on the table separating the two. The legs underneath sagged for a minute before it crumbled to the floor. "No. Now it's time for you to answer a few of my questions. In fact, that's the only reason I came. How did you Earthlings get a hold of Saiyan armor? Was it Bulma? Is she selling them to you? And most importantly," Vegeta menacingly leaned forward. "How did you get access to Dr. Gero's technology?"

Slater gaped at the temerity of the man who dared treat him this way in his own base. Hell, this wasn't even his planet. Still, years of training kicked in and he swallowed his temper. Be diplomatic. He inhaled a deep breath before beginning. "Yes, Capsule Corporation produces most of the infantry armor for our elite soldiers." Slater ignored the snort from Vegeta. "However, the Capsule Corporation division that deals in government contracts isn't run by the daughter of the esteemed Dr. Briefs but by Capsule Corp Vice President Robert Boyles."

I'll have to ask Bulma about him later. Vegeta briefly thought.

"As for Dr. Gero, smart though he may be, he is not the sole inventor of the Enhanced Super Soldier. In fact, he worked many years for one of the former governments that now compromise this one in spite of his previous questionable terroristic ties. Though regarded him as a once in a lifetime genius, he was hardly the only knowledgeable scientist working on the project and from what I know, actually based much of his work on the theories of his peers." He quickened his pace as he noticed the impatient scowl growing on Vegeta's face. "From what I know, he was eventually released over ethical concerns raised over immoral conduct regarding the Super Soldier project. Though it was a devastating setback, he had many co-workers who continued where he left off. After his release, he just dropped off the radar, no one knows what happened to him afterwards. If I may ask, how do you know of the good doctor and what is the nature of your interest with him? Are you aware of his whereabouts?"

Vegeta snorted at the absurdity of the questions. "I know where he is, I remember the exact spot where the ashes of his corpse lie. As for my interest with him, how could I not be? Who else do you think created Cell?"

Slater froze. A lump began forming in his throat. I'd heard stories questioning the sanity of the scientist, but to be responsible for such a monstrosity… "Dr. Gero is dead, and he created Cell? But, but how? He didn't have access to government resources, and if he did trying to procure the necessary supplies to create such a being, that would have raised red flags everywhere! Not to mention building something like Cell in such a short time while the technology was still in its infancy…"

"Spare me your childish babbling. Gero finished Cell in the future. The monster you know of traveled back in time."

"From the future? Time travel? Wait, what? But I thought you said Gero was dead?" This conversation was creating many more questions than it was answering.

Vegeta paid him no heed, already receiving the answers he had sought. Dismissing the veritable stream of questions still spewing forth from the general, Vegeta flared his kai and shot through the roof of the compound. The general sat in stunned silence. The sound of falling detritus and shouting in the background inaudible as he tried to digest what he had just learned. A particularly large bit of ceiling hit him in the head, snapping the man out of his reverie. Slater grabbed his radio and began shouting out orders for Vegeta to be followed.

Piccolo stood high on the Lookout, watching the two strange humans look for him and the others. Hopefully they would be unable to penetrate the wards protecting the tower. Dende was tending to the wounded and would finish in a few minutes. In the meantime, he would be the one keeping a watchful eye. If they were using naturally generated kai to fly then he should be able to spot some tingling sense of it eventually, no matter how good they are at manipulating kai. However, there was still no sign. To Piccolo that pointed to only one thing: more androids.

"Mr. Piccolo, who do you think these people are? Do you think they're friendly?"

The former guardian looked down at his former pupil and smiled. Gohan's gi still shredded and tattered from his earlier battle with Bojack. Still Mr. Piccolo. "I don't sense any hostile intentions from them, nor have they made any overtly hostile moves either, but we should still be wary. I think they might be androids." Piccolo paused when he heard Gohan's sharp intake of breath. The topics of androids was still a sore spot for the kid, even after having a few years to mourn the passing of his father. The Namekian rested a reassuring hand on Gohan's shoulder, "Don't worry kid, I'm sure they won't be any trouble. Just because someone's an android doesn't necessarily make him a threat."

Gohan nodded, his memories drifting back to the gentle 16. Krillin also said 18 wasn't so bad, and he would know best so that was good enough for him.

"How can that me? I can still sense them slightly?"

"Perhaps they're still mostly human. That would explain how they're still able to naturally generate some kai."

Gohan nodded. "Then what do you think we should do with them? If they can't get up to the lookout then they're going to searching for a while and it's awfully cold out there."

Truthfully Piccolo hadn't exactly taken their comforts into consideration when mulling over what to do with them. Leave it to the kid to be so thoughtful. "We'll maintain a vigilant watch up here, at least until Krillin can get in contact with 18 and bring her up. Then hopefully she can identify who these people are and whether they pose a threat to us or the Earth. If anything comes up, I'll be sure to contact you."

Gohan cheered up. His downcast mood ever since his fight with Bojack evaporating. It pained him to have to fight again. After Cell, he just couldn't bring himself to ever raise his fists in anger or conflict again, and his recent fight with Bojack had done more than open wounds on his body. That unimaginable cold numb haunting sensation at the back of his throat had reared its ugly head again. Always reminding him of why his younger brother would grow up without a father. Why his mother would grow old without a husband. Why he would have to trudge through this dangerous and unfair world bereft of the support of the man he had once so idolized and adored. Oh, how he tried. How he strived to assume the mantle his father left for him. But it was too hard. Dealing with the memories that would resurge whenever he tried to resume training was just too hard, braving that withering cauldron of self-loathing, doubt, and guilt was just too much. So he did the cowardly and easier thing and buried his misery within his school books. His mother, sensing his anger and despair but unsure of what to say, accepted this compromise. His brother, well, he was still too young to understand that the world was not always such a nice place. At least now he had another puzzle to solve, something to distract him, a temporary respite from what he would have to reface someday. "Sounds like a plan Mr. Piccolo." However, a deep rumbling from his stomach indicated that something else would be occupying his attention for the time being.

Gohan turned around and saw that everyone had been tended to already. "Sorry I can't stick around guys, but I think I need to head home real soon. Mom must be worried sick about me."

"Sure thing Gohan," a rejuvenated Krillin approached from the side. "If you need anything just give me a call."

"Thanks Krillin, I'll be seeing you later. Bye everybody." Gohan waved and blasted off back towards home, the sound of his friend's own goodbyes struggling to keep up with his speed. He was careful to focus his senses on the two faint kais, still hovering around the lookout and made sure to avoid them. Unbeknownst to him, a small satellite in orbit was tracking everything in the general vicinity and had already picked up Gohan's flight.