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November 8th, Age 764

In the southwestern quadrant of the eastern galaxy, a delta shaped ship was cruising towards a local spaceport for re-supply. Unlike other spaceships in the galaxy, the accommodations were more akin to a yacht than a normal transport. It featured a large pool, a fully stocked bar and kitchen, and various forms of electronic entertainment. It also had a spacious gym, which was being used by its two sole occupants.

It was a woman and a boy. The woman was Cinna, she was 37 now, but childbirth and her nomadic life had not taken a toll on her, she still retained the same looks. She no longer wore her traditional Saiyan armor; instead she wore dark colored clothing with armored plating, and wore a dark purple cloak over it. The cloak also had a hood which she wore to hide her face whenever she was in public. Ever since she made her escape from Paragus and Broly, she ditched her normal clothing and kept a low profile so she wouldn't run the risk of them finding her.

The boy was a Cilan, he was wearing a dark gray muscle shirt and black sweat pants. At this age he was as tall as her mid-section. Cinna was pleased to see her son didn't look like either Broly or Paragus. Instead he had the same square face and short hair like her father Mizu; though Cilan did inherit his true father's strength, but luckily his mind seemed calm. She never told him who his real father was; instead she told him that it was her guard Shalot, and that he died shortly before he was born.

The two at the moment were in the gym of the ship in fighting stances, waiting for the other to make the first move. Predictably, the young Saiyan made the first move as he was impatient. Cilan faded out and faded at the left side of his mother's face, ready to deliver a right hand punch. Cinna blocked it with her left forearm and batted her son away. He landed in front of her and immediately launched a kick to her mid-section, she easily side-stepped it and launched a left hand punch to his gut. It connected and the boy fell onto his back, the wind knocked out of him.

Cilan was on his back for a few seconds before he flipped back onto his feet and launched a series of punches to Cinna's head, she moved her head out of the way of each punch. Frustrated, the boy launched another kick to the right side of her face. She moved her head away and used her right hand to grab his leg and landed another punch to his stomach, before throwing him down on the mat.

"You let yourself be too open when you kick Cilan," his mother chided ready for him to attack again. Her son sat up rubbing his stomach, the spot where he was hit.

"No fair, you keep reading my mind," her son replied with a frown. Cinna put her hands on her hips as she loomed over him.

"There's no fairness in battle, you either adapt or die," Cinna told him repeating the same words she learned from her father. Truthfully, she had to read his mind, as that was the only leverage she had against him. He was as strong and as fast as she was now and soon he would be too fast for her, even with her telepathic powers. It astounded her how strong he was becoming, and could only conclude that Paragus was right, and her son might have the same legendary powers like Broly.

Though that made her worry, as she was afraid he also inherited the same sociopathic tendencies like his father. She would deeply read his mind on occasion when he was asleep and was relieved each time his thoughts were like a normal child's. Cinna also discovered that her son didn't inherit her telepathic powers, but instead had another talent.

Cilan had telekinetic powers; she discovered it when he was still a toddler. He was almost a year old when she left a bottle of milk on a high shelf; she wanted to see if he could fly to get it. It was only took him 3 months for him to learn to walk so she was experimenting with him to determine how far his powers progressed. Instead of flying up to it, he reached out for it and the bottle flew into his hands. Not believing what she saw, she did the same experiment a few more times and getting the same results.

As he grew older, she tried training his abilities the best she could; using her powers to read his mind while he moved objects to get an idea of how his powers worked. By the time he turned five he was able to move small boulders, but his remaining barrier was incorporating his powers while in combat. The problem lay in that he needed complete focus to use his powers, but could not focus on fighting at the same time.

Cinna had the same problems at his age with her telepathy, so she kept pushing him, realizing such a technique would be very useful in battle. So far he was able to move small object during their sparring sessions. She knew that with enough work he would become a formidable opponent and they could both finally find a place to settle down when they no longer felt threatened.

Cilan never voiced it, but she could see his desire was for them to find a place to settle. Even though Saiyan's were traditionally raised to travel to distant planets to conquer them, they still could have a home to call their own on Planet Vegeta. That was out of the question now, with the threat of Freeza, Paragus, and Broly. She would always move from planet to planet every few weeks.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and was about to tell Cilan to get back up when the ship shook. They both looked around as a few items fell over before there was another jolt. Red lights began to flash and a warning siren began to sound. Cinna ran out the door and went straight to the bridge; an idea was starting to form on what was going on. Cilan followed close behind, but went in another direction when his mother told him to get their space suits. Once she entered the bridge and looked at the displays, her suspicions were confirmed.

"Shit," she muttered, behind them, there were two space barges attacking them. She immediately recognized them as belonging to the space pirates she double-crossed months ago. She had made the ship return fire, when Cilan entered carrying a pair of gray space suits, "What's going on mom?"

"We're being attacked by those fucking assholes we cheated." She pulled off her cloak and was getting into her space suit. Her son nodded, his face not showing any fear. "What do you want me to do?"

"Put on your suit, and get the emergency pods ready to go."

"But mom," the boy started to protest, before his mother cut him off.

"But nothing, we might have to ditch the ship and we'll need those ready." She put her helmet on her head, ending the argument. Cilan just looked away frowning and put his space suit on. Cinna locked in her helmet and pressurized the suit, when the ship was rocked again. She muttered another curse before she left the bridge to the nearest emergency hatch.

"Blasters aren't doing shit," she spat out as she tied a rope around her torso, which was tied to a metal beam. Cinna opened the hatch exposing the inside of the ship to the vacuum of space. Her upper body was outside as she looked at her two pursuers. Unlike her ship, the two were rectangular and had square super-structures on top of them.

She raised her right hand, while the left was clutching the open port-hole to steady her. A ball of ki formed on her right palm, she charged it for a couple of seconds. Once she felt it was strong enough, she launched it at the bridge of the rightmost ship. It worked as the sphere tore through the front it and exploded destroying the bridge.

Before she charged another shot, the left ship opened fire on her. She ducked back inside and closed the hatch before green blaster fire rained on her. The ship rocked harder once it impacted. It appeared to her that the pirates were going easy on them at first so they could retake the ship, now they wanted it destroyed. She ran to the bridge to get Cilan ready to ditch the ship, however when she got there, Cilan was panicked.

"What's wrong?"Her voice was urgent.

"We can't use the escape pods."

She moved him out of the way looking at the emergency pod display. It was flashing red and the words 'Offline' scrolled by. She glared at the screen before she turned to her son. "What happened!?"

"They were fine one second, and then it stopped working after the last attack."

Cinna yelled out a string of curses she knew they were screwed. The ship couldn't out run the other ship, and there only means of escape was gone. Her eyes widened remembering what she kept stored in the cargo hold. She turned to her son. "Cilan gather some of your spare clothes and go to my old ship in the cargo hold."

The boy nodded, "What about you, mom?"

She shook her head,"I'll hold them off."

"You're not coming?"

"No, now go," she turned back to the weapons console. He didn't move, instead he gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists. "I'm not leaving without you!"

"Don't be stupid, the pod can only hold one." When she saw he still hadn't left, she turned to him her fists on her hips. "If you stay here, you'll die!"

"I don't want you to die either!"

Cinna was ready to retort, but knew he'd be too stubborn to listen so she needed a different approach. She crouched down to him until they were at eye level, putting a hand on his right shoulder and touching her helmet to his.

"I know you're brave," she began, her voice softer than normal. "But I can't let you throw your life away, I love you too much."

Cilan was caught off guard over hearing his mother voice her affection for him. He was too stunned, to see his mother draw back her right fist and land a powerful blow to his abdomen, the same place she hit him earlier. The wind was knocked out of him and his vision blackened, the last image was of his mother with a sad smile.

Holding onto him tightly, she wished they weren't in their space suits so she could properly hug her son. The ship shook again; she moved swiftly to their room, she didn't have much longer. Once she was in their quarters she set her son on onto his bed, while she grabbed a duffel bag and tossed spare clothes and a few personal items. She went to her closet and pulled out a small silver case that was hidden in the back.

Opening it up, she looked over the contents: A dozen pieces of gold and other precious minerals and metals, some photographs, and one yellow envelope containing a letter. The letter explained his true origins, and the reasons why she hid the truth from him. She closed it up and tossed it into the bag. Throwing Cilan over her shoulder, she quickly made her way into the pantry and placed a few food rations into the bag before she headed for the cargo hold.

Her old Saiyan space pod was there; not used for so long that it had a few rust spots on the exterior. She opened it up to set Cilan inside with the duffel bag. She programmed the computer to land on an uninhabited planet they passed by earlier. However, because of its non-use for so long, it needed a few minutes for the engines to warm up.

Looking him over one more time, she closed the hatch on the space pod and moved back to a control panel on the wall of the cargo hold. She pressed a red button on the panel, and the massive door that separated the ship from space opened up. Items not bolted down began to fly out of the new opening; the pod began to move slightly, but did not fly out until the door was fully open.

Cinna held onto a metal beam and pressed the button to close the door again once the pod was clear. Tears were streaming down her face as the last image she saw was the pod moving silently away from the ship. She went back to the bridge; she needed to draw the pirate ship away from the pod. When she was back at the helm, she diverted all remaining power to the engines and moved the ship faster. It was only a few seconds later when the pirate ship fired again, knocking out the engines. Cursing under her breath, as a warning flashed telling her that there were multiple hull breaches; she was about to try the weapons again when the ship was hit again and explosions began to be heard. She looked back and raised her arms as the eruptions got closer. Her last thoughts were of Cilan, and how she regretted not being able to see him grow up. It was then everything around her exploded engulfing the bridge in fire.

Cilan woke up, not remembering what was going on; until he saw he was inside the space pod. He looked out the round window and saw the ship he called home for months trailing fire. When it exploded, he cried out for his mother his eyes stinging with hot tears. The pod engines were finally charged up enough, it took off to its pre-programmed destination.

An hour later, the pod touched down on a grassy patch of land. The sun was overhead indicating it was midday. The pod door opened, and the young Saiyan stepped out. He unlatched the helmet to remove it and let it fall to the ground. His face was shell-shocked and his eyes were red, he stopped crying a while ago.

His contemplation was cut short, when a ship appeared overhead. He recognized it as the pirate ship that attacked earlier. It landed a couple of yards away, and it opened up revealing the pirates. They were a lizard race that looked like bi-pedal iguanas. They were wearing black armor, and wielding blaster rifles.

Cilan took on a fighting stance as they were descending on him. Their leader was taller than the rest, and wore red armor; he spoke out to him, "Look! It's the bitch's monkey son."

Cilan's face twisted in rage. He raised his left hand was ready to shoot him a ki blast, when he was shot in the hand by one of the other pirates. Clutching his hand he fell to his knees watching as blood seeped out of the small hole.

"Don't be so eager monkey, you'll be joining your whore of a mother soon enough," the leader bellowed out. Something inside of him snapped at that moment. He stood up again, forgetting the pain his hand was in. Instead his mind kept replaying the last moments of his mother. All he wanted to do at that moment was to tear them apart. He was breathing heavily, glaring at the pirates as an aura of white ki flared around him. His anger kept mounting, and his aura kept flaring but this time it was turning golden, along with his hair. The pirates were not sure what they were witnessing until Cilan threw his head back and yelled at the top of his lungs and was engulfed in a golden flame.

It was only a minute later when the last surviving pirate was crawling towards the ship, his legs were blasted off and his left arm was ripped off. Around him various body parts were strewn about; heads, legs, and arms that were still clutching rifles. They were all from his fellow pirates. He still couldn't figure what happened, one moment he got a shot off on the kids hand and the next he and the rest of the crew were being torn apart.

Hearing a noise behind him, the pirate stopped and turned his head around to see their leader on his back, his head between the ground and the kids boot.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill your mother!" He was pleading for his life. His right eye was missing. "Don't crush my head, please! Not my face!"

The Saiyan promptly caved his head in. Turning his head back, the last pirate tried crawling faster towards the ship; however he saw someone was in front of him.

It was the boy, his hair was golden, but his eyes were completely white, showing no irises. He was still wearing the space suit but it was covered in green blood. The pirate stared up at him, and knew what was coming. However he didn't bother to beg.

"Fuck you," the pirate spat out. "You're a fucking monster."

Cilan glared at him for a moment, before he raised his right hand and vaporized him with a blast of ki.

July 28th, Age 776

Cilan woke up with a sweaty face; he sat up and took in his surroundings. He was on his ship on Earth. Looking over his clock, he muttered a curse when he saw it was 4 am. Wiping away the beads of sweat off his face, he heaved a weary sigh. It was the fifth night in a row where the memories of the day his mother died kept appearing in his nightmares. Ever since he recounted that day, his sub-conscious kept replaying it not letting him forget.

It was the same way months after she died. His nightmares were strong enough to wake him during his hibernated state. By the time he was sent to boot camp they became infrequent enough where it no longer caused problems.

Once his heart rate and breathing were steady, he tossed his bed sheet aside and got out of bed. He knew it would be pointless trying to go back to sleep; once he was fully awake he stayed that way. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants and white muscle shirt, and grabbing the hilt of his beam sword; he stepped out of the ship and flew northward until he found a lone mesa in the desert.

Setting down the hilt on the ground, he took up a fighting stance and began a series of punches and kicks under the stars. As he fought his imaginary enemy, his thoughts turned towards the last few days since landing on the planet.

After their lunch on the first day, Goku and Vegeta recounted their battles on Earth and abroad. He was surprised to find out that Piccolo and Vegeta were Goku's former enemies before they decided to join his side. It was also surprising to find out that Piccolo, or rather his father, ruled the planet for hundreds of years. It was a few hours later when Goku concluded the tale of their fight with Majin Buu, when his wife showed up and dragged him back home by the ear. He remembered hearing mutterings of 'no good lazy husbands'.

Two days later, Goku had managed to sneak out for a few hours, and sought him out so that they could spar. Cilan was surprised to learn that the Super Saiyan state had different levels of power. He was faintly amused when he learned that he was slightly more powerful than either Goten or Trunks. Their sparring match also showed him he still needed more training. They were evenly matched in the beginning, but Goku used his knowledge of various techniques to outclass him, though he took the loss as learning experience; even picking up some new moves.

If he had used his powers he might have won, but that would entail revealing it his mother's true power. Cilan still didn't feel like he trusted them enough to know that, never mind him being the son of their most merciless enemy. He thought that he would tell them in due time, when he was sure they wouldn't turn on him.

Bulma had insisted he meet the rest of their gang, and invited him over to her house nearly every day. So he met the rest of the lower level fighters. Cilan wasn't surprised to find out that most of them decided to retire, after seeing how much more powerful Saiyan's were, it'd be pointless trying to keep up. Though Piccolo, and the three-eyed human Tien, still kept up with their training. To Cilan, it appeared they had nothing much else in their lives except for fighting, a sentiment he could relate to.

Clearing his thoughts, he looked into the skies to make sure he was alone, and held his right palm out towards the beam sword. It flew into his hand and he activated it before starting another exercise, but this time using various slash and parry attacks using the sword. He did this for well over an hour.

Making sure again that he was alone he made various rocks began to levitate around him, and began to swirl around him. He started to hit each one with his sword, disintegrating them while dodging others. Once he ran out of rocks he made more levitate and do the same thing again. He continued on doing this exercise until it was dawn.

After deactivating and pocketing the beam sword, he started his work on ki attacks. He did his standard attack of launching ki spheres from the palm of his hands, then moving onto continuous blasts. Cilan then moved onto his favorite ki attack; he made his right hand into the shape of a gun, with the index and middle finger as the barrel, while folding the other two fingers, and making the thumb stick-out. He began shooting out concentrated beams of ki at different levitating rocks. Even though he didn't need a gun, he still didn't mind mimicking one. Once he was certain his aim was true, he began to practice on a new ki attack.

Cilan had watched Goku's Kamehameha wave attack closely, as he found it to be a very powerful and useful technique. After their match, he had asked the other Saiyan if he could perform the attack once more. Goku just shrugged and did it a few times, he had offered to teach him the technique but Cilan felt he could learn it by eyeballing it.

Taking his fighting stance again he cupped his hands to the side; he formed a ball of energy and then moved his hands forward to launch the ball into the skies. Satisfied it didn't veer off or explode; he cupped his hands again and gathered more ki. He launched it, but instead of a sphere it flowed out as a beam into the morning skies. This went on for a few moments as he kept pouring his energy into it, then stopped the attack and put his hands to the side. He never called out the name for the attack as he found it a waste of time.

It was around 7 in the morning when Cilan decided to finish his training and go back to his ship. After taking a hot shower, he looked himself over in the bathroom mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscle structure was similar to Broly's, though his body was covered in various scars and lacerations. Some from blaster fire, others from explosions and knife attacks. He wasn't focused on those however; he was looking at his jaw line noting the stubble that had grown.

"Guess I could let it go for another day," he finally muttered before he focused on his face. It was the same as always, square with a perpetual grim expression. The nose was slightly flat from all the times it had been broken. The eyes were still black, cold and nearly lifeless. A sardonic smile appeared on his face then.

"You're an ugly motherfucker," he said to the reflection, before he shook his head and turned away leaving the bathroom.

After a change of clothes, he made his way to the galley for a quick breakfast. As he ate in silence his thoughts drifted back to the other Saiyans. The kids were nice, though Gohan lacked the fighting spirit of the others. With all his power, all he really wanted to do was continue his studies.

'Nerd,' his mind pegged him as. Goten and Trunks reminded him of his younger self. Vegeta was as much of an arrogant jerk as he had heard. Though according to the others, he was even tempered now than when he first showed up. Vegeta seemed to have believed his story, but was still suspicious of him. Again the others had told him that was normal.

Goku was the one that puzzled him the most. He was significantly strong and an excellent fighter, but always showed mercy. His mother had taught him that in battle a warrior must never show mercy to his opponent. The GFSF has further cemented this viewpoint. All wars depended on the only hope a soldier having was to accept the fact that he was already dead. The sooner he accepted this, the sooner he would be able to function as a soldier is supposed to function: without mercy, without compassion, without remorse.

He couldn't comprehend how Goku could be so merciful to his opponents. He was the opposite of how Cilan was raised, but became the strongest being in the universe. Thinking back to Piccolo and Vegeta, and how they turned out; Cilan wondered if he had a point. He shook his head then; all of his opponents he faced were merciless creature's hell bent on controlling the galaxy, not unlike Freeza and Cooler.

Still, he couldn't match Goku's gentle nature to the person who killed his father. When he read the letter his mother left behind, she warned him of the dangerous person he was and to stay away from him. Obviously he couldn't listen to that, and sought Broly out after he retired.

Cilan was stunned to find his mother was right when he traveled to the southern galaxy, or what was left of it. He had talked to the species of the surviving planets. They had all said that a single person rained destruction on many plants. When he came across a planet that had the surviving members of a small green imp race, they had told him that it was Broly that destroyed most of the galaxy, and that he was defeated by some Saiyans from Earth.

That was his first time learning that there were other Saiyans alive. As he made his way to the northern galaxy, he came across more information about Earth. He learned that Cooler and Freeza were defeated by Saiyans that were on Earth; one of them being Prince Vegeta. That sealed his decision to come to Earth. A small part of him wondered if his mother had survived the ship explosion and found her way to the planet. That hope was dashed when he landed.

The trip wasn't a waste, he got to meet the other Saiyans, and they helped in answering questions about his father; even if they didn't realize it. They had said that he was a complete maniac who wanted nothing more than to destroy everything in his path. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked up into the ceiling.

"You were right mom, guess I was lucky I never met him," he whispered to himself before turning back to his meal ration. Taking a bite of it, he grimaced at the blandness of it, he was starting to get used to Earth food. He had stayed longer than he intended, he should have left days before, however the lure of the food kept him around. It was a lie to himself deep down he was starting to like it here.

'I should be leaving anyway,' he thought to himself. However part of his mind asked, 'And go where?'

The cold part of his mind answered back, 'Earth isn't my home.'

'Neither was the western galaxy,' retorted the other half. After retirement, Cilan tried to settle down in the western galaxy, but left after a month for the southern galaxy. Despite fighting for its freedom, he never felt he belonged in the western galaxy. His ship became his home for the last two years, just like the years he traveled with his mother; though he started to grow tired of the nomadic lifestyle but he didn't know how else to live.

There was another problem, Vegeta was right before. He craved for another war to fight, and searched for it in his travels. He only met with disappointment as at most he encountered were small enclaves of space pirates, most of them formed of former troops from the Planet Trade Organization. They were defeated easily, none pushing him to his limits. It was becoming clear that he would not find what he was seeking, and should just find someplace to call home.

'I don't belong here,' his cold side answered again.

'Goku and Vegeta didn't belong here either,' answered his other part. It quickly added, 'Besides, there's nowhere else to go. I could stand to stay here for awhile, just to learn more about my powers.'

Setting down his fork, he began to brood over his situation. He had thought of going back to the western galaxy. The GF would be more than welcome to take him back and stay there as a lifer; but he retired from them as he had grown tired of taking orders. Letting out another sigh, he decided that he could stay for a few months until he could figure out what to do with the rest of his life.

Though, that also presented another problem. Technically speaking, he was broke. The space credits he earned from the GF were worthless in this galaxy, especially on this planet. He still had some pieces of gold, but not enough to stay here for long. It was then that his thoughts turned to Bulma. The blue haired scientist and her family were the owner of the largest company on this planet. Her father was the inventor of that capsule technology.

Cilan wasn't stupid, he knew she had wanted to study his ship; she kept feeding him to gain his confidence. An idea formed then, they could reach a compromise that would be mutually beneficial. With a smirk he picked up his fork again and finished his breakfast. He decided to seek her out today, so they can cut a deal.

Cilan shook his head then. Hhe still couldn't comprehend how Vegeta could stay with Bulma, with all the arguing those two would get into every other hour. Then again, he saw the glances she shot at Vegeta, and he also saw how protective Vegeta was of her.

After finishing up, Cilan went back to his quarters to change into a clean dress uniform. He stepped out of his ship and made it invisible again, before taking off into the direction of the Capsule Corp.

Cilan touched down at the Capsule Corp. grounds a few minutes past noon. He would have been there earlier, but when he was in the air he decided to enjoy the feel of the air rushing by him. Being cooped up in a ship for long tracks of time had made him appreciate the opportunities to fly freely. He stepped into the lobby and stated his name and business to the attendance robot, then took a seat to wait.

Down in her personal lab, Bulma was looking over the soldering on a circuit board. Once sure it looked fine she set the board down and sat back in her chair while she lit up a cigarette. Her thoughts turned to the new Saiyan; she had invited him over the last few days. At first, just to get him to trust her enough to get to his ship, though she began to see how lonely he was. Now she wanted him to stay so that he could feel he belonged somewhere.

Cilan reminded her of Vegeta, after coming back from Namek. He was alone and didn't have a place he called home. In his story he didn't mention of ever having his own family aside from his mother. When she introduced him to the others, he always kept himself aloof to observe them. Her mother had told Bulma, that Cilan always had a faraway look whenever she and Trunks were together. He was Trunks' age when he lost his mother, it was clear he missed her.

Bulma couldn't imagine how it was for a little boy to witness his mom dying in front of his eyes, then being forced to become a soldier. It was little wonder to her when she saw that he was always grim. He never smiled, maybe an occasional smirk, or that cruel smile when he wanted to kill Cooler; but never one of joy. She came to a decision then; she'd seek him out and convince him to stay. Turning back to the circuit board, a smile formed on her lips. She'd rescue another lost soul.

The Saiyan in question was being escorted by Buma's blonde mother Bunny, much to his chagrin. He was hoping Trunks, or hell, even Vegeta to take him to Bulma. She was an excellent cook, but her constant happy personality kept him on edge. He had never encountered anyone who was always in a joyful mood; he was convinced she was on some form of narcotic. Bunny's flirtatious personality didn't help either; she was currently leading him down to the labs, her arm wrapped around his and her head resting on his shoulder.

"Are you sure I can't get you anything to eat or drink?" Bunny fluttered her eyelashes.

"No," a small sweat drop was on Cilan's forehead. He was trying to gently untangle his arm from her, but she was holding on tight.

"It won't be any trouble. I can quickly fix something up for you."

He was about to refuse again, when his stomach rumbled. The promise of her food was too much for it to miss out on. Looking down he grumbled out, "Maybe after I talk with your daughter."

Bunny only giggled, she knew how hungry Saiyans were so she could always win them over with her food. She was pleasantly surprised when he showed up, she liked him. Like Vegeta, he was quite rugged and handsome but was tall. Bunny sighed; she only wished she had another daughter so she could have Cilan in her family. She wanted more beautiful grand babies. It was then an idea struck her, and her matchmaking mind began to work.

They walked in silence as they made their way into the deeper sections of the building. When they reached a particular set of double doors, Bunny pressed a button on an intercom.

"Bulma dear," her voice stated sweetly. "That handsome young soldier is here to see you."

Cilan's cheeks were tinged red, as the doors opened and was led through. Bunny finally let go his arm and walked away to start on lunch. Bulma dusted off her lab coat and smiled warmly at her guest.

"Hey Cilan, what can I do for you?"

"You want the technology on my ship," he stated bluntly, getting to the heart of the matter. She gave him a simple nod.

"I've decided to stay here. For a while anyway," he ignored her bigger smile. "Given the fact you're a scientist and the main person who runs the company. I have a deal."

Bulma crossed her arms, "I'm listening."

"I'll give you full access to my ship, in exchange for a stipend each month."

"How much?" One of her eyebrows was raised then.

"50,000 Zeni a month."

She blanched, "That's outrageous!"

"It's a pretty fair offer," he smirked. "Your company makes billions in revenue each year. So you can afford that type of salary on your payroll. With the tech on my ship you'll rake in even more money."

Bulma considered this for a moment, she couldn't argue against his logic. "I'll accept on one condition."

"Which is?"

"You working for me."

Cilan raised his own eyebrow, "Doing what?"

"Be my personal guard and help in counter corporate espionage," she walked towards her desk and opened one of its draws.

"Why would you need me for that?"

Fishing out what she was looking for, she tossed a small object to him. He caught it easily, and saw it was a thin rectangular display. "What's this?"

"It's a pocket computer that can make phone calls and features a touch screen," Bulma said with her arms crossed. "It was supposed to have come out last month, but I was beaten by Peach Computers."

Cilan just looked at her, still not understanding. Bulma continued, "They made a near clone of my device, and there patents showed they used a lot of internal workings. So someone in my company leaked my plans to them."

"I get it; you want me to find out who the leak is."

Bulma nodded, "Before I can send your ship to R&D (Research & Development), I need to make sure none of my company's rivals get any data off of it."

Cilan handed back her device, and contemplated for a moment, "Why don't you have Vegeta find out?"

"Prince Jerk finds it beneath him," she motioned her head to the Prince in question. Vegeta was leaning against a lab wall watching them both. He was training in the gravity chamber when he had sensed Cilan's arrival, and decided to watch him when he felt him make his way towards Bulma. Vegeta still didn't trust him, even though Bulma ran a DNA test on a sample of his saliva she swabbed off his chopsticks, proving he was a Saiyan. It was the part about his mother being sent away that didn't add up. From his recollection when he was still on Planet Vegeta, her father Mizu was an average fighter, so he didn't know why his father would send her away with her own personal guard.

Upon hearing the irritating nickname his mate had used, he turned away scowling. Bulma shook her head before turning back to Cilan. "Besides, you said you were trained in being covert, right?

Cilan nodded. She smirked then, "Then you can do this without drawing much attention. Vegeta would just brute force his way in."

His face became thoughtful, considering his options before he looked back at her. "Ok, I'll help you out."

"Great!" She turned away back to her desk. Cilan words stopped her, "But I'll need some equipment if you want me to do this."

"What kind of equipment?"

"Some gear, mainly a combat suit, and some electronic counter measures."

"The electronics are easy," Bulma sat at her desk rubbing her chin. "I could give you a Saiyaman suit like Gohan's"

"That green and black spandex get-up?" Cilan asked perturbed.

Bulma nodded, and his mind conjured an image of himself wearing a copy of the Saiyaman suit. He quickly shook his head to dispel that image. "How about I sketch out something and you can make it?"

"That can work," Bulma removed her lab coat then, revealing to be wearing a red blouse and blue jeans. She was heading towards the double doors.

"Come on, we can talk about this over lunch," she said over her shoulder with Vegeta following her. Cilan trailed along wondering what he was getting himself into.

To be continued.