Bulma entered the atmosphere of Vegeta-sei on the fifth day at night. Everything was ready except for the banquet. The queen growled when she heard the news and summoned Bardock to the throne room.

"Why is she here two days ahead of time?" Bardock shook his head.

"I do not know." Then he thought for a moment. "It is said that the last of the Blue Sayians is a teller of the future. It is possible that she has come to rescue us from some unseen enemy."

"Or one that is not unseen," the king said. Bardock nodded, knowing exactly who he was referring to.

"She could know of Frieza even if she has never known of his tyrantsy." The queen looked confused at this news as did the king. Suddenly their son entered the room, anger evident on his face.

"So, she has arrived," he said. "She waits for you," he said to his mother. "It seems that she has a mouth on her." The queen hurried to the docking bay to see to the young girl as the king nodded to Bardock to explain.

"It is said that she comes from a mud ball of a planet in the Milky way galaxy and that they know nothing of Frieza's evil there." This seemed to shock the king.

"So, he has not conquered all the galaxies yet." Bardock nodded. The prince came to sit next to his father, disgust on his face.

"So this child is innocent and knows nothing of battles or hardships? Pitiful. She is no Sayian if she knows nothing of battle." Bardock smirked.

"I said that Frieza had not touched this planet, but I said nothing about the planet or the girl's hardships." The piqued Vegeta's interest. "You will have to learn of these things from the girl though." Vegeta got up from his seat and headed for where his mother had put the girl's room. Next to his.

The queen looked down at the child before her.

"Hello, child," she said as she looked her over. Her hair was aquamarine that matched with the tail that was wrapped tightly around her waist. Her eyes were a light cerulean that looked like the oceans of Vegeta-sei. "My name is Queen Maniow and we have been waiting for you." Bulma looked up at her in shock.

"You knew I was coming?" The queen nodded as some slaves entered Bulma's ship to gather her things. "Hey!" she yelled at them before turning to the woman in front of her. "What the hell are they doing?"

"They are getting your stuff to transfer you to your room." Bulma's mouth formed an 'o' as she understood. "Follow me. I will explain along the way." She followed the queen down the twists and turns of the long corridors as they headed for her new home. Along the way the queen filled her in on parts of the legend. Though Bulma knew that she was holding some things back, she said nothing as she looked at all the pictures that lined the new hall they came down. This wing of the palace was classer than the other wing. The walls were a deep cream with gold that lined the top and bottom of the wall. The pictures looked similar in color, but each one held different emotions. On the left wall were men and on the right was were women.

"Who are these people?" Bulma inquired as they continued down the hall.

"Those are the past royalty."

"Oh, they all look the same in appearance." The queen smirked.

"Well, most Sayians have black hair and eyes. Your kind was one of few that had blue hair and tails. That is why you are the last of your breed, unless you bare children and then maybe they will have blue hair."

"Then why do you call me the last of the Blue Sayians?"

"Well, it was a written prophecy and they referred to you as the Last Blue Sayian, so we refer to you in the same way." They stopped at a large dark wood door. "This is your room. My son has the one next to you and ours is down that hall," she said as she pointed into the darkness. "In a few hours there will be a banquet and ball that will be held in your honor. Please be ready by then. I will send a guard to fetch you." Bulma nodded as she pushed the large door open. On the bed lay an extravagant turquoise dress.

"I guess I should take a bath first," she said to the empty room as she headed for a door that looked like it led to the bathroom.

(In Space...)

Yamcha grew closer to the red orb that loomed before him.

'That must be where she is.' He smirked down at the planet. 'Bulma, you will be mine before you are anyone else's,' he vowed as his ship beeped that he would land in less than two hours.