Disclaimer: The Dragonball series is owned by Akira Toriyama, well mabey Dragonball and Dragonball Z I'm not sure about Dragonball GT.

Chapter two: Objectives

"Holy crap," Bulma whispered. She wasn't sure how long she'd been standing there, staring at the two unmoving bodies. "A-Are they dead?" Slowly, she walked toward them picking up a stick. When she got to the first one, she gently poked at it and listened for possible breathing sounds. "You alright?" she asked jabbing the stick into the body's rib. Suddenly, small grumbling sounds were heard before a hand swiftly shot upwards and grabbed the stick, snapping it in half. Bulma let out a loud squeal, turning on a heel and running as fast as she could back toward the house.

Vegeta blinked a few times, looking around at the crater he was currently lying in. "What the?" he grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. "Where the hell am I?" He took a glance at himself, noticing that his battle armor was severely damaged. Turning toward the left, he also saw his space pod lying a few feet from him, also severely damaged.

"I must have crash landed," he concluded, standing up. "But if that's the case, then where are the others?" He slowly floated into the air to get a better view of the area, as he did he noticed another crater with a space pod in the middle of it. Quickly, he descended back onto the ground and made his way toward the other wreck.

"Big brother?" a voice groaned from the crater.

"Kakarot?" Vegeta groaned, slapping his face. "Of all the people to crash land with."

"Vegeta?!" Kakarot quickly made his way to the prince. "Hey, you're here too!"

"Unfortunately," Vegeta nodded. "You wouldn't happen to have come across the others have you?"

"No," Kakarot shook his head. "I think we might be the only ones here." He took a look around the area. "Speaking of which, exactly where is 'here' anyway?"

"I'm not sure," Vegeta spoke, spotting the capsule corp. house in the corner of his eye. "How about we ask the locals?"

Meanwhile, inside the house, Bulma was frantically trying to gather all of her belongings to make a quick escape. "ChiChi, will you hurry it up?!" Bulma hollered pointing outside the window. "There's two creepy strangers outside and I don't want to be around when they wake up."

ChiChi, who was a bit upset about being woken prematurely, looked out the window and growled "It's too late for that, they're already heading our way." She grabbed her weapon and tried going out the door, Bulma threw her arms around the smaller girl to restrain her, however it did little to stop the young warrior.

"Wait wait wait! You don't know anything about these guys!"

"Well we can get real acquainted with each other," ChiChi snapped, dragging Bulma toward the door. However, before she could open it, she was suddenly blown backwards by a powerful explosion that sent her and Bulma flying into the walls.

"Here we are," Vegeta smirked. "We've got two natives right here to tell us where we are."

"Oh no," Bulma gulped as ChiChi scrambled to her feet.

"That really hurt!" she pointed her weapon at Kakarot.

Vegeta's smirk grew wider as he folded his arms, clearly amused. "Look at that, seems we've got a fighter," he turned to his subordinate. "Kakarot, read her power level, would you?"

"Um, I would, but I don't have my scouter with me," Kakarot announced. "I think it got lost in the crash."

Vegeta rolled his eyes and made his way toward the girls. "Your physical appearance is similar to my own race," Vegeta examined. "So I assume you both are of the female sex?" When he received two nods he continued on. "Tell me, females, what planet are we on, exactly?"

"You're on Earth," ChiChi spoke before Bulma could answer. "And I think it's best you leave while you still have all your body parts in tact."

Ignoring her threat, Vegeta made his way back toward Kakarot. "It would appear we're right on schedule," he said to the younger Saiyan. "Kakarot, attend to this foolish girl."

"But Vege-"

"It's Prince Vegeta you ingrate," Vegeta scowled. "And I don't remember asking for your backtalk." A loud snort was heard behind them, causing Vegeta to whip his head around angrily. "Did you find something I said funny, girl?"

"Oh, it's nothing really," Bulma snickered. "It's just...well you called yourself a prince but you're just a kid."

"I am no child, girl." Vegeta growled menacingly.

"Really? You sure look like one," Bulma laughed. "How old are you anyway?"

"How dare you-"

"He's fourteen, I think." Kakarot interrupted. "Is that right Vegeta?"

Vegeta responded by shooting a blast at Kakarot, who narrowly dodged it. "Do not speak unless spoken to by your Prince!" he yelled. "And by the way, I am in my fifthteenth year you imbecile. Now do as I ordered or I'll kill you and the females."

"Okay, Okay sheesh," Kakarot said walking up to ChiChi. For a moment, he stared at her, taking in her entire form. "This is the first time I've even seen a female that looks anything like me. You're not that different from a male."

"You'd be surprised," ChiChi remarked.

"Well, you do have these little bumps right here," Kakarot, who suddenly closed the gap between them and latched his hands onto ChiChi's chest. "Hey they're pretty soft! Vegeta you've gotta come feel these." He began gently squeezing ChiChi's chest, causing Vegeta's face to flush red as he facepalmed himself. Meanwhile, Bulma was trying her best not to burst out laughing as she covered her mouth while ChiChi's face also went red but not from embarrassment.

"Y-You….." she growled, clenching her fists.

"Huh? Did I do something wr-"

Suddenly, Kakarot was sent flying into a few trees before he finally landed in the water after ChiChi threw him a powerful punch. Bulma couldn't contain her laughter any longer as Vegeta turned away, embarrassed that a Saiyan had let himself be attacked by a female from a puny planet like Earth.

"Ow!" Kakarot complained, coming out of the water. "Whatcha do that for? I was just-"

ChiChi let out a loud battle cry and rushed toward him, swinging her blade furiously at Kakarot who was dodging each and every attack. "How dare you touch me in such a perverted manner!" ChiChi yelled as she continuously thrust her blade. "Now I'll never be anyone's bride!"

"What's your problem? I didn't do nothing wrong!" Kakarot said. "I just grabbed your lumps! They were soft! If you want, you can touch my chest too."

ChiChi did one hard thrust as Kakarot barely dodged it, the blade slicing his cheek. He quickly jumped backward and looked at the blood running down his face, a sudden rush of anger flowing through him. He then grabbed a large nearby boulder and easily lifted it over his head. "Now you've made me mad, female!"

Almost instantly, ChiChi and stared in awe as Kakarot prepared to crush her with the boulder. "Wow," she marveled, dropping her weapon. "You…you…you're so stroooong!" She quickly dashed toward him and wrapped strong her arms lovingly around the boy, rubbing her cheek with his.

"U-Um female…I can't really hold this up with you doing that." Kakarot told her.

Vegeta, who felt his shame reach an entirely new level, let his head fall into his hands as he let out a frustrated groan.

Elsewhere, deep in space, Nappa, Turles and Raditz were currently wandering the galaxy in a large, stolen space ship, searching for their two missing Saiyan brethren.

"Nappa, where the hell are we?" Turles groaned. "We've been going in circles for hours. Look, we've passed that star five times now."

"How would you know? There are billions of them everywhere and they all look the same!" Nappa snapped. "The ship we stole from that planet has a compass, it's been saying south. So obviously we're going south!"

"How do we even know Prince Vegeta is south? He could be north, or even east."

"Will you two shut up?" Raditz yelled. "I'm trying to contact Kakarot's scouter!" He pressed the button on his scouter and listened, when he heard nothing but static he angrily tossed it to the ground. "Damn it!"

"Great, just great." Turles sighed. "We're lost, I'm bored, Prince Vegeta and Kakarot are probably dead-"

"Turles if you don't stop complaining I'll chuck you out of this ship!" Nappa threatened.

"I'd like to see you try."

"Why you-"

"Enough already!" Raditz hollered. "The situation is already bad enough without you two making it worse with your bickering."

The two saiyans finally began calming down as Radtiz took a seat in one of the chairs. "I just don't get it," he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "What attacked us? There aren't many beings that could easily destroy five space pods."

"Maybe it was some survivors of that rugged planet we destroyed," Nappa said.

"Nope, I remember killing every little thing there, I even stomped out their insects," Turles said tossing an apple in the air and catching it. "Why are you two ignoring the obvious?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Even someone as dimwitted as you could've easily figured it out." Both Raditz and Nappa looked at Turles with strange expressions. "It was Frieza of course," Turles concluded nodding his head. "He had Zarbon or Dodoria sent to 'secretly' destroy us, what other explanation could there be?"

"How dare you accuse Lord Frieza of such a thing!" Nappa yelled.

"Besides, I saw who it was. And it didn't look like either Zarbon or Dodoria." Raditz said. "It looked like…one of us. Only instead of black hair it was blue."

"Yeah, now that you mention it I did remember seeing something like that." Turles said. "Did anyone's scouter record any of it?"

"Let me check," Raditz picked his scouter back up and began looking through the files from earlier, his face twisted in horror when he came across something.

"What is it?" Nappa asked. "Did you find a recording?"

"No." Raditz spoke. "But I got the last power level reading of the thing that attacked us."

"And?" Turles asked.

Raditz tried to speak, but his mouth dried up and nothing would come out.

"Raditz! What did the scouter say about it's power level?" Nappa demanded.

Raditz took the scouter off his face and yelled "It's over nine thousand!"

"What? Nine thousand?!" Nappa screamed. "That's imposs-"

"Whoops my mistake," Raditz interrupted. "Had my finger over the number, it's really…" His face twisted in horror again as he crushed the scouter unconsciously before saying "nine million?"

"WHAT?"

"So you're aliens from a planet called Vegeta?" Bulma asked.

"Yeah."

"And the name of your king was Vegeta?"

"Yup."

"And his son, the prince, is also named...Vegeta?"

"Uh huh."

"Do you understand how redundant that is?"

"Yeah, it's a little silly," Kakarot nodded as he devoured his food. "Apparently our home planet got blown up by some meteor or somethin' and now we work for this one guy who looks like a lizard."

"And exactly what is it you do?"

"Well I don't like it, but we're supposed to steal planets so our leader can sell them." Kakarot explained.

"Oh, so you just take empty planets and give them to the lizard so he can sell them to the highest bidder?" Bulma said. "Kinda like the Black Market."

"I dunno about that," Kakarot said. "But I sure know that sometimes they're empty and sometimes-"

"Kakarot" The boy tensed up as the door was kicked in and slammed into the wall by a familiar boot. "Why the hell aren't you scouting for food like I demanded half an hour ago?!"

"I found some," Kakarot said holding up his mutton. "See?"

"I don't care what you found here in this…" Vegeta trailed off when he wiffed the air, his mouth began drooling as he stared at the pile of meat on the table. As elegantly as he could he sat down at the table and began devouring the food alongside Kakarot.

"You two are disgusting," Bulma said.

"I think it's cute," ChiChi cooed. "Strong and a big stomach, now this is what I call a soul mate."

The two aliens finished the meat as Vegeta turned to face Kakarot. "It's about time we go now," Vegeta ordered. "Our mission is to proceed as planned."

"What about everyone else?"

"We'll figure that out after we've emptied this planet."

Kakarot sighed and stood up knowing the futility of arguing with Vegeta. "Where are we gonna start?" he asked.

"As much as I despise dirtying my hands with weak planets like these, it appears that without the other three I'll have to aid you."

Bulma narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the two aliens. "Wait, don't tell me," she spoke. "You're gonna sell our planet next?"

"Our business here is not your concern," Vegeta said.

"But we're still very much populated!" Bulma argued. "You can't just sell us like that!"

"Oh don't worry about the population, we'll take care of that," Vegeta told her. "Kakarot it's time we took our leave, but first…" The prince pointed a glowing hand at Bulma, who quickly threw her hands up in surrender.

"Bulma!" ChiChi tried to attack Vegeta but Kakarot jumped in the way and knocked her back into the wall.

"Sorry female, I don't wanna hurt you." Kakarot said glumly. "But thanks for the food."

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" she cried as the stumbled backwards and two dragonballs fell out of her pocket, rolling directly at Vegeta's feet.

Vegeta's eyes locked onto the balls as he began lowering his hand. "Girl, what are those?" he demanded.

"What these old things?" Bulma asked shoving the dragonballs back in her pockets. "It's nothing, just some old antiques I got from…an antique shop?"

"You're lying," Vegeta told her aiming his palm at her face again. "Tell me the truth, now!"

"O-Okay their dragonballs!" Bulma cried.

"Dragon's balls?" Vegeta's face scrunched up. "What the hell are you doing with-"

"Ew! No, not dragon's balls! Dragonballs, they're mystical artifacts that can grant any wish!" Bulma quickly covered her mouth as ChiChi slapped her forehead. "I said too much didn't I?"

Vegeta's eyebrows rose in interest as he took another step toward Bulma who was already backed to the wall. "W-What are you…." Vegeta held an outstretched palm to her.

"Hand them over." He demanded calmly.

"What no way! Do you know how long it's taken me to gather this many?" Bulma said. "There's no way I'm hand them over to-"

An explosion suddenly cut her off as Vegeta blasted half the capsule house away and smirked at Bulma's frightened face. "Hand. Them. Over." He repeated in a firmer tone. Bulma gulped and looked at ChiChi, who was still being pinned by Kakarot, and slowly handed Vegeta the two dragonballs.

"So how do I go about doing this?" Vegeta asked shaking the two mystical artifacts.

At that moment realization hit Bulma, and she began to quickly formulate a plan in her head. This could actually work out nicely, she thought.

"Well," Bulma smiled. "You actually have to have seven of them to get your wishes."

"I see," Vegeta nodded. "And where are the other five?"

"Those are the only two I have," the blue haired teen lied. "But I can get the rest…if you're willing to come to a compromise." Vegeta glared at her as she continued on. "Help me gather the remainding five and I'll let you have one of the wishes."

"I refuse," was his instant reply. "A prince should not have to compromise with a silly earthling like you, I demand you locate the rest of them and give me all the wishes."

"No deal! Without my radar you'll never find them!" Bulma crossed her arms. "I'm doing you a favor really."

"Hmph, I can easily steal your so called 'radar' and kill you in the process."

"Go ahead, I assume you're a genius that knows how to repair it when I shut it down with my remote correct?" Vegeta growled taking a menacing step forward. Ignoring her shaking legs and the lump in her throat, Bulma stood her ground and matched his glare with her own.

"Fine, I accept your proposal," Vegeta relented. "But remember this earth girl, you both are under my command. You are to follow my orders without question, should you fail I will not hesitate you kill you. That goes for your friend as well as you too Kakarot."

"But I already follow orders."

"Also, I'm holding onto these dragonballs in case you try to sneak away during the night." Vegeta snatched the dragonballs from Bulma's grasp and made his way out of the half-destroyed house.

"Sheesh, what a jerk." Bulma sighed, turning to Kakarot. "Is he always like that?"

"No," Kakarot told her. "He's never in this good of a mood."

"Well it looks like we can't sleep here tonight, I guess we'll just have to set up camp."

"While you're doing that, would you like some more food Kakarot?" ChiChi asked smiling broadly.

"Sure I'd-"

"Kakarot!" barked Vegeta, making Kakarot's shoulder's slumped.

"Coming Vege-"

"That's Prince Vegeta!"

"Coming Prince Vegeta," Kakarot sighed leaving the two girls.

When he was out of earshot ChiChi turned to Bulma, a bright smile on her face. "I think he likes me," she said.

"This is perfect, we can use those two to fight off obstacles without getting our hands dirty." Bulma laughed. "Then when we gather the remaining dragonballs, we can ditch them and get my wish."

"And then we'll get married, and have two kids, two boys I hope and-"

"ChiChi focus!" Bulma grabbed the younger girl by the shoulders. "Remember, we have to keep on our toes around them. I don't think the short one was kidding when he said he could kill us."

"So, where are we now?" Turles asked looking around.

"Looks like some kinda moon," Raditz spoke up. "I'd probably know if there were life on the planet if someone hadn't broken my scouter!"

"I was trying to fix it," Nappa argued. "There's no way anyone's power level goes to nine million, not even Lord Frieza."

"Hey idiots, look over here," Turles said, pointing in a distance. "I think there's a village."

"Really?" Raditz perked up, following Turles' finger. "Great, now we can ask where we are and-" Turles shot a huge energy blast blowing the entire village into dust.

"Turles!" Raditz yelled. "Why would you do something so idiotic like that?"

"Huh? Oh that's right we were supposed to ask questions first." Turles playfully slapped his forehead. "My mistake, it must have been a reflex."

Raditz began grinding his teeth together as a means to calm himself. "Let's just get back to the ship and find another planet."

"There's a problem with that..." Nappa began.

"And that would be?"

"We're out of fuel," the bigger saiyan explained. "Why else would I land on a random planet in the middle of nowhere?"

Radtiz now began balling and unballing his fists, turning on a heel and heading toward the ship. "Fine! I guess I'll at least get something to eat since-"

"Yeah...about that...

Raditz eye started to twitch as he looked into the night sky and took a deep breath before letting out a loud, bloodcurdling scream.

A/N: Second chapter up, review for this ol lad.