Oh geez! I can't believe it's been over a year since I started this story, and I'm only 5 chapters in?! Shame on me! I do intend to update a little more frequently than that for the rest of the year, rest assured. And many thanks to all of you that have stuck with me in this adventure called fanfiction!

Please forgive me friends. :)

I'm super psyched to share this chapter with all of you. I've honestly had this part of the story stuck in my head since I came up with the idea!

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~Pamgie

Chapter 5: The Meeting

Bulma and Goku arrived at Planet Hatozu with one day left before they expected their Saiyan guests. As they made their way through the atmosphere and began their descent, Bulma took in the ever growing scenery. She always enjoyed this part, traveling to different worlds. She hadn't yet been to a planet that was similar to Earth, except for the whole breathable atmosphere part. The plant life here was different than anything else she'd ever seen. Tall spindly purple stalks shot up into the sky, waving back and forth as if in greeting as the ship began it's landing sequence. They honestly reminded Bulma of corn back on Earth, except they were as tall as pine trees.

Goku looked through the viewing window in wonder as well, he always had such a youthful outlook on life, which sometimes came off as immaturity, but Bulma knew better. He had been through a lot in his short life, just like she had. He just chose to look at life as a glass half full, and Bulma loved that about her best friend.

"Hey look Bulma, they look like purple corn!" He pointed to a grove of the trees as they flew past.

Bulma giggled. "I was thinking the exact same thing! That field over there looks like a good place to land, what do you think?"

"sounds good to me!" Goku chirped, not really paying attention, he was too interested in checking out the scenery and wildlife.

As the ship came to a halt on the field, they saw that instead of green grass, the ground was covered in teal colored pebbles. Their landing also frightened some mammal like creatures with fuzzy ears and six legs attached to stocky bodies. They reminded Bulma of a dachsund mixed with an ant. They quickly scrambled into the cluster of corn trees on the far side of the field.

The landing went smoothly, and in no time they were walking down the ramp of the ship, breathing in the alien atmosphere, which Bulma found was quite like Earth's, if not a little more humid then what she was used to.

"Based on our map, it looked like the main city and base are in that direction." Bulma pointed southwest of their current location.

"Yea, I'm sensing a good sized population over there, but it's kind of far. Do you want me to fly us there?" Goku offered.

"Do you think it will cause suspicion or anything? I don't want us to stand out too much." Bulma sounded slightly concerned.

"Well, with your hair color we're bound to stand out a little bit anyways right? And besides, this is an alien planet that sees all sorts of people come through, I'm sure a flying guy isn't something they haven't seen before." Goku chuckled.

Bulma looked up towards her hairline as she ran her fingers through her long blue locks. "Ugh, why didn't I think of that?!" She shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, why not, it'll save me some energy."

Goku nodded and picked her up bridal style and quickly flew in the direction of the city. All the while he could hear Bulma muttering to herself, though due to the wind he couldn't tell exactly what she was saying, but every now and then he could hear 'Stupid Bulma' and '...bring a hat...'. Her antics brought a goofy grin to his face. His best friend was certainly brilliant in many things, but sometimes she was a bit scatterbrained.

In no time they reached the outskirts of the city, Goku landing on a side street to a few strange looks from people, but they soon enough went back about their business.

Goku handed Bulma her pack which she shouldered and they both walked further into the city. Bulma pulled out a small thin pad, tapping it once which brought a holographic map of the city into view. "Okay, so we're right here, and the inn we're staying at is a couple blocks that way." Bulma said as she pointed out their location and the location of the inn, which happened to be a few buildings down across the street from Vic's.

"Cool! I didn't know you had something like that!" Goku marveled at the technology in his friend's hand.

"I picked it up recently when we went searching for survivors on planet Nirmu after Frieza purged it." Bulma said, her tone becoming sad thinking about all the lives lost. They found two children and an elderly couple hiding in an underground bunker. They were the only ones left. Whenever she heard about a planet purge she planned a rescue mission for any potential survivors. Though everyone told her each time that it was unlikely she would find anyone left. Usually Frieza's soldiers didn't leave a single thing alive in the wake of their purges. She had to plan carefully as well, since Frieza's terraforming and mining teams weren't far behind the purge team. Her friends were right most of the time, but that didn't stop her from trying. And this last rescue mission they actually found people! She smiled as she thought back to Una and Hayo and their grandparents. They were so relieved to find there were people like them, without homes, that came together to make a new one.

"Hey, no need to dwell on it now." Goku placed his hand gently on her shoulder. "This mission could be the beginning of the end of all of that."

He sounded so confident, so sure about what they were doing. It immediately lifted her spirits. "Yes, you're right. Let's keep going." She smiled brightly at him as they continued on towards the inn. Any doubts she had about this plan were always pushed to the side whenever she saw the determination and fire in her friend's eyes.

As they walked onto one of the main streets, Bulma looked out at all the different species of people milling about. Granted she's met a lot of new species since her life was turned upside down years ago, but it's always fun and a little bit frightening to see just how many kinds of people live in this universe.

Bulma stopped in front of a square building with a mushroom like top that ballooned out and above the buildings around it. There was a sign above the sliding entrance doors in a language she didn't recognize.

"Goku, we'll need to activate our universal translators."

"Oh right, good thinking Bulma."

They both reached behind their left ears and pushed on a small node that looked like a lump on their skin. When they left Earth after the battle with Frieza, they quickly learned they couldn't communicate well with other species they encountered. Bulma eventually found a place that sold translators and did some odd jobs for them as payment for the translators for her small group. Doing the work, she figured out how to make them herself and implant them, so as their resistance cell grew, those that didn't already have translators had one made for them.

As Bulma activated her translator, the language on the sign became legible. "Doorna Inn. Vacancies."

"This is the place! Let's go get settled and go over everything. According to my calculations they should be here any day now."

Goku nodded and they walked inside to find a surprisingly nice looking lobby with plush sofas and ornate decorations on the walls, considering the outside of the building looked very run down. They walked up to the desk where an alien woman sat, looking to be preening her springy tendrils of hair like a cat would bathe itself.

"Excuse me, we have a reservation under Katrina Chase." Bulma spoke up, getting the attention of the receptionist.

"Oh-Oh, excuse me, of course of course." The woman babbled as she began searching her system for the reservation. "Ah here we are. Room 52, 5th floor." She handed Bulma two translucent flat clear discs. Bulma assumed these were the keys.

"Enjoy your stay!" The woman sang brightly.

"Thanks." Bulma replied as she and Goku left to find their room.

They walked towards a platform that said "lift" and stepped onto it. It immediately started glowing, and barely visible waist high barriers appeared and reminded Bulma of bubbles. "What is your destination?" a sweet sounding voice flowed into their ears.

Goku jumped at the sound, looking around for someone. Bulma looked around herself for any kind of button or lever to indicate which floor they wanted, but seeing none, she figured it was triggered by voice command.

"Fifth floor." Bulma spoke.

"As you wish." the disembodied voice replied. Suddenly the platform shot up at a speed neither were expecting, both having to brace themselves so they wouldn't fall. Within seconds the platform stopped and the barriers disappeared.

"You have reached your destination." The voice cooed once more.

They quickly got off the platform and it shot back down to the lobby.

"Wow, that's crazy!" Goku commented looking in awe at where the alien elevator once was.

Bulma chuckled and waved him over as she started walking down the curved hallway. They found their room number and next to the door was a circular indent that looked to be the perfect size for the chips they received downstairs. Bulma pulled one out and pressed it into the spot and a beam of light shot out and scanned over her body before a computerized voice was overheard.

"Entrance granted. Welcome to Doorna Inn. Enjoy your stay."

The door then slid open granting them access.

Goku waltzed passed her and into the space, she could hear him saying "Wow!" And "This is amazing!" So without further ado she followed him in. Bulma was loving all this new tech and was already thinking of ways she could make things similar to what she was seeing, then her eyes took in the space.

It was a modest room, with two beds, two dressers and a computer console on a desk, next to a sofa, but the design was so streamlined it looked completely foreign to her. The beds were shaped like normal beds on Earth, except the mattresses weren't flat, they looked like small waves. The desk looked normal enough to her, but the dressers were actually a part of the wall. Goku had already figured out how they worked. Pushing a button next to four rectangular shapes, it caused one to move right out of the wall revealing a drawer. It was pretty ingenious and a great way to save space.

She set her pack down on the sofa next to the desk and pulled the round high backed chair out and took a seat, finding it surprisingly comfortable. "Goku, we should go over our plan again, make sure we're on the same page. Then we can go get something to eat."

Hearing the magic words, he sat down on the wavy looking bed and grinned wide. "Sure thing! I'm starving!"

Bulma laughed a little. "Okay, I'll try and make this quick. So I timed the fake tip to show up in Frieza's system two days ago. If they are monitoring it, they should have found it by now and sent a team to come get me. My hunch is that it's that Saiyan Nappa for sure, and maybe a few PTO soldiers. I'm guessing Frieza won't want to waste valuable resources like manpower to capture or kill me. Which is to our advantage."

She could see Goku's eyes glazing over in boredom and snapped in front of his face. "Earth to Goku! Are you listening? I knew I shouldn't have mentioned food."

"Huh? Oh yeah sorry." He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Bulma merely sighed and began again, she was too used to his antics to make a big deal out of them. "Okay, so in the tip the 'informant' (she used air quotes for emphasis) said that Katrina, that being me, has been spending time at Vic's down the street, so that's the first place they'll probably look. So we'll get up bright and early again tomorrow morning, and head over there."

Goku nodded in understanding, then scrunched his eyebrows in question. "Ok, but then what?"

"Well, then we wait for them to arrive, and once they do we can hopefully convince them to join our side without too much of an issue...or a fight." She added on the last bit. Bulma knew Goku was always itching to battle someone, to get stronger. His ambition for strength was so much bigger than anyone elses' she knew, that when Bulma found out he was a Saiyan and did some research on them, she wasn't surprised. She figured any Saiyans that would be coming to meet them would probably be the same way in that regard.

"So all we're going to do is sit around in a bar until they get here?" Goku whined. "That sounds so boring!"

"Yea, it will be for a while. But I have a feeling it won't be boring for long. Just be as patient as you can."

Goku nodded, the fierceness in his eyes returning somewhat.

"Okay, now that that's out of the way let's get some grub!"

Goku jumped from the bed. "Yeaahh! I'm starving!"

Bulma chuckled at his all too familiar response and they left the room to go to the inn's restaurant.

After a surprisingly tasty meal and amazingly peaceful night's sleep, Bulma woke up to her alarm feeling invincible, and she was officially in love with these mattresses. She sat up and stretched out her tired muscles, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She reached over and nudged Goku's shoulder.

"Hey, Goku. Time to get up bud." She spoke quietly.

The only response she received was a loud snore.

She nudged him a bit harder this time and raised her voice slightly. "C'mon Goku, wake up!"

"MM n'thanks" He murmured back to her in his sleep.

Groaning in frustration, Bulma decided it was time for drastic measures. She grabbed the pillow the Saiyan's head was resting on and yanked it out from under him so fast it even surprised her. She then put it on top of his head holding both ends in place.

"Get up sleepy head! We have a mission to complete!" She yelled.

The lack of oxygen finally got his attention as his limbs flailed everywhere while he got his bearings. "Uulma at u oinn" He yelled, muffled by the pillow over his face. It only took him a second to grab the pillow and throw it across the room, sitting up against the headboard and taking a few deep breaths.

"What were you trying to do Bulma? Smother me?"

Bulma smirked as she went to her bag and got a change of clothes. "Well, you weren't waking up and it's time to go, so I had to resort to some creative thinking."

"Just be careful next time will ya?" Goku chided as he began to get himself ready as well.

A few minutes later and they were all set. Their bags and everything they brought with them capsulized. Bulma stuck the tiny capsule down her tank top for safe keeping. They walked out of the inn and down a few buildings to Vic's saloon. Since this planet was a pit stop on a regularly used trade route, the bar was always open. They strolled in and walked up to the bar, taking in the layout of the place.

It was dimly lit, which she expected. She was surprised to find the place quite full already. They both sat down at the only two available bar stools and a gray skinned man with bright white hair braided intricately around his shoulders walked up to them.

"What'll it be?" He asked, not seeming to really care what their answers would be.

The duo looked to each other, realizing they weren't familiar with the types of drinks that would be available at an alien bar. Goku shrugged his shoulders and Bulma faced the bartender once more.

"What's good around here?"

The man chuckled and grabbed an empty glass off the bar top and began wiping it down with a cloth he pulled out of his apron pocket.

"Not much. I take it this is your first time to my establishment?"

Bulma merely nodded, not wanting to divulge anything.

"Alright, two Vic's Vipers it is then." His offered smile was a little less than friendly and put Bulma slightly on edge. As he walked away she turned around on her stool and took a look at the place. There was one main room, shaped like a square, with tables littered around. There seemed to be some sort of game in the back corner that people were hovering over. Seemed like Goku was also interested as his attention was clearly pointed in that direction. The bartender placed their drinks on the bartop, the sound making Bulma pause and turn to find two square glasses with a clear but shimmering liquid inside. She took the glass and raised it to her nose, sniffing the contents, already feeling a slight burning sensation run down her nostrils. Deciding it would be in their best interest to fit in and not be suspicious, she took the glass, brought it to her lips and drank the whole thing down in one shot.

She immediately regretted it as a hot burning feeling erupted from her esophagus. She could taste faintly what she could only describe as something like mint and citrus, which wasn't a great combination in her book, and she started coughing to rid the taste from her mouth.

"Water p-please." She rasped out to the bartender. He saw her reaction and chuckled slightly, bringing a bigger glass and setting it down by her without a word.

"Hey Bulma, you okay?" Goku's attention turned to his friend as she coughed and sputtered, taking big gulps of the provided water while he patted her back.

"F-fine, I'm fine Goku." she choked out after setting the glass down.

"Oh, our drinks are here. This looks interesting!"

Before she could warn him, Goku downed the whole thing in the exact same way she did. But there was no coughing, no expletives, only a smile on his innocent looking face.

"MMmm that's good, can I get another?"

Bulma gaped at him as he flagged down the bartender. She hoped the Saiyans would come, just not right now, she needed some time to compose herself.

Vegeta slowly opened his groggy eye lids to find himself still in his space pod. He was dreaming again, one of his favorites this time. Frieza had been chained to a pipe in the bowels of his ship while Vegeta cut his arm off with ki and used it to beat him to death. He allowed the smallest of smiles to grace his lips until he realized that yes, he was indeed awake, the lizard bastard was probably still alive and he wasn't hearing the automated voice of his pod going off about landing sequences like normal.

He sat up a bit and leaned forward over the control panel to see the ship's stats. Everything seemed up to snuff.

"What's our eta to planet Hatozu?"

"2 hours and 45 minutes" The automated voice replied.

"Then why am I up right now?" Vegeta growled, clearly annoyed that his dream was interrupted.

"Unkown." the computer responded.

"Well, fucking figure it out." Vegeta snapped back.

"Searching...It appears this pod has run out of the required sleep vapor to keep you in hibernation."

"Of course it has." He replied out loud. Just leave it to Frieza's poor excuse for pod technicians to overlook something so crucial. Now what was he going to do for the next almost three hours?

He supposed he could try reaching out to his comrades, maybe they're having the same shitty luck he is.

"Raditz...Nappa...You awake?" He spoke into the comms system.

"..." No response from either one. Looked like he had the only fucked up pod.

He sat back in his seat and ran his gloved hand over his face in frustration. Just his luck that he was the only one that was up at that moment and he had almost three hours to kill before landing.

Thinking about landing reminded him about the mission he was on. He was going to finally meet the woman he saw all those weeks ago. The mysterious woman that had gotten through Frieza's defenses and almost killed the slimy bastard. He admitted, only to himself, that he was impressed with her skills. He didn't know of anyone who attempted an assasination attempt on Frieza and survived, which is probably why he wanted her alive.

He thought back to that night, seeing her in that tight red dress, her hair electrifying in its blue hue, walk right up to the effeminate lord without a shred of fear in her cerlurean eyes. He was entranced, never had he seen a creature so unique, and he had seen several hundred species through his unfortunate work for the lizard. When he finally caught up to her in the shuttle bay, that air of confidence faltered for a moment when she met his gaze, but just for a moment. Her fiery determination returned seconds later and without a word to him she disappeared.

Because of his actions, or lack thereof where the woman was concerned, he was subjected to some of the worst torture to date from his 'employer'. Just thinking back to those 'sessions' as Frieza liked to call them made the smallest of shivers travel down his spine.

For all the trouble she'd put him through, he was slightly loathe to bring her back to the lizard. He knew what was in store for her and even though he didn't know a damn thing about her, he didn't want that kind of physical and emotional pain to take that fire out of her eyes.

What was he thinking? He's the fucking Prince of All Saiyans! What should he care if some random terrorist to the cold empire gets tortured?

That's what he wanted to believe, that he had no feelings one way or the other on the matter. He couldn't really. He wasn't in a position just yet to oppose the evil tyrant, no matter how much he wished he was. He had to get stronger! In the end he realized he's just a selfish bastard doing his job. He had to push his unwanted feelings to the side and just finish the mission for both his and his comrades sakes.

It felt like forever, but eventually he heard those sweet words he was waiting for.

"Preparing for landing on planet Hatozu." The computer voiced.

He was shaken from his internal musings by the announcement and looked to his control console. Sure enough he would be entering the atmosphere shortly. He leaned back and closed his eyes just as the turbulence of the planets atmosphere rocked his pod.

To pass the time, Goku had started playing the strange looking game in the corner with the other bar patrons. At least he was trying, he didn't quite understand the rules and the other men playing with him were laughing and grabbing what Bulma assumed to be some kind of game chip. She had a feeling this was some sort of gambling game.

Goku however, didn't mind in the least. He laughed along with the other guys and took a drink from his glass, which was a much bigger version of the shot they had both partaken in when they arrived. Bulma had no idea how he was still standing considering how she still had a slight buzz from her one shot and that was 8 hours ago. She only guessed it was due to his Saiyan genealogy.

She was taken out of her musings when she noticed Goku had stopped laughing abruptly. His head shot up and his eyes were hard and focused. Bulma reached out to him and whispered near his ear. "You sense something?"

Goku nodded quickly, not moving his gaze one iota.

"Hey guy, are you gonna play or what?" one of the guys spoke up when they noticed it was his turn and he wasn't playing.

Goku then looked to Bulma who nodded and continued to speak to him in a near whisper. "Keep playing, we want to appear as normal as possible."

He nodded and went on with his turn.

"So, what can we expect?"

He turned his head to her slightly, still keeping his eye on the game.

"There's three of them. One is as powerful, if not more so than me. The other two are also very strong but not on the same level." Goku muttered under his breath. The men all laughed again and one of them swiped the two glob looking chips sitting in front of Goku.

She paused at hearing one of them was as strong or more strong than Goku. They might have bitten off more than they could chew. "Are they Saiyans?" Bulma asked.

"I can't tell. Their energy feels similar to mine, that's all I know."

"Hm, ok well that's promising. Keep playing the game, even when they come in. I want to make it look like I'm alone at first. If things look like they're going south, then make your presence known. I'll be over at the bar."

Goku nodded and went back to the game, although not as invested as before.

Bulma sat at a bar stool and called the bartender over.

"What'll it be this time miss?" He smirked at her.

"Give me something a little less strong than your vic's viper please."

"Coming right up." He replied. Within a minute a fizzy concoction was placed in front of her. It smelled slightly like ginger which made Bulma a little less nervous. She took a sip and grimaced only slightly. At least it was tolerable, it reminded her of a strong whiskey from back home. She took a deep breath to calm herself. This was it, the moment that the rest of her life hinged upon.

"Take it easy Briefs, you got this." She said under her breath, trying her damnedest to not show how nervous she was.

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Several miles from the town the three soldiers' pods landed in the strange pebbled ground creating craters and tremors in their wake. It was only moments before the pods depressurized and they all came rushing out of their confined spaces. Nappa began stretching his limbs immediately, trying to regain feeling since he was the largest of the group, he could barely fit inside those cramped pods.

Raditz was 20 yards away doing some light stretching as well, taking in his surroundings and making sure his scouter was up and running. Vegeta climbed out of his pod, thankful for the fresh air. He was slightly tired from not being able to sleep for the whole duration of the flight, but he wasn't about to let that affect his duties.

They all spotted each other and gathered near the pod in the middle. "Raditz, do you detect any strong energy signatures?"

The long haired Saiyan scanned the horizon, his scouter's beeping becoming louder. "Yea boss, sort of."

"What do you mean sort of?"

"Well, there's only one power level in the closest town that's even close to ours. But it's not a real threat."

"I see. Well let's head over to that bar and see if the informant's information was accurate."

The two men nodded and they all shot up into the air on their way to the trading town.

"By the way, did either of you get woken up early?" Vegeta asked his comrades.

They both looked over at him with perplexed looks. "Not me, slept like a baby!" Nappa cackled.

Raditz shook his head. "Me either. I woke up when we landed. Why? Did you get woken up early?"

Vegeta growled and looked away. "Of course you two didn't. Frieza must be fucking with me."

"I'll take that as a yes." Raditz said to Nappa as silence fell over the trio. They both knew when not to push a subject with their Prince.

As they flew above the high stalked trees Vegeta's mind was focused on the woman. The woman that haunted his dreams with those piercing aqua marine eyes. The woman that caused him so much pain and torture. To say he was torn in his feelings on the matter would be an understatement. And now there was a very high possibility that he would see her again in person. He knew this would be a difficult mission for him, but he was a soldier first. He didn't have time for frivolous feelings or inclinations. He was here to do a job and nothing more. Get the woman, and deliver her to Frieza.

They made it to the town quickly and headed straight to the bar where the informant said the woman would be. They touched down in front of the establishment, Vegeta wasting no time in heading towards the door, but stopped right before entering.

"Remember we're here to get the woman and deliver her to Frieza. Nothing more." He looked back over his shoulder at his two comrades who nodded in agreement.

"I mean it. No fucking around...Raditz." He added.

The long haired Saiyan's eyes widened for a second, then he snorted out a laugh and a look of mock hurt painted his angular features. "Aw, come on Vegeta! Not even a quickie?"

At that Nappa could be heard chuckling under his breath as well.

He wasn't graced with a verbal response. Only the look of death from his commanding officer. Raditz put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Okay, okay got it. I was only kidding ya know."

"Hmmph." Vegeta grunted and continued his way through the doors. The contrast between the bright light of the afternoon sun and the darkness of the bar caused the men to squint momentarily as they got their bearings.

The music playing overhead had a militaristic beat accompanied by haunting chords and a powerful voice. Vegeta thought it was fitting for this moment. As they took their first steps inside, several of the bar patrons stopped what they were doing and just stared at the formidable looking trio. Vegeta glared at them all, daring them to say anything. He figured it was to be expected, This planet wasn't exactly in PTO territory, but none the less, Frieza's soldiers had gotten a reputation across the galaxy for being blood thirsty and extremely dangerous. At his gaze, they all quickly went about their drinking and socializing.

Vegeta scanned the room once more and saw exactly what he was looking for. The woman. She was here, and she didn't even look up when they arrived. How interesting. He noticed her hair was in a long braid that hung over her shoulder. She was wearing a tight black sleevless top tucked into dark green pants that hugged her legs. Combat boots adorned her feet. She was sitting at the bar with a drink in hand. He also noticed the holster she was wearing that had some type of weapon in it as well. She reminded him even more of a Saiyan female then when he first saw her, and he felt a strange sensation in his gut that was not welcomed at the moment.

"Hey Vegeta, that her?" Nappa poked Vegeta's shoulder to get him out of his head.

"Yes, that's the woman." He snapped back.

Raditz whistled low. "Damn, if I'd known she was this hot..."

"Shut up Raditz." Vegeta snarled.

"Just sayin..." He laughed a little. "Get it?" He nudged Nappa in the side with his elbow.

Nappa chuckled. "Take away the blue hair, add a tail and some muscle mass, she'd be the spitting image of a Saiyan woman."

"Stop your gabbing ladies, we have a job to do." Vegeta scolded as he began walking up to the bar. The two men looked to each other with smirks then followed.

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Bulma knew the moment they walked in that these were the guys they'd been waiting for. She didn't need to look up. The energy they were radiating was confirmation enough. She kept a tight grasp on the tumbler in her hand as she took another swig.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see them approaching her. The one in front was the man she saw on Frieza's ship. The one that almost caught her but let her go. She didn't look over until he sat himself at the bar beside her. The other two standing by him towered over his smaller stature.

"So, we meet again." The man said.

So he remembered her. This could be interesting.

She finally turned her head and realized they were only a few feet apart. His face was strong, and angular. He had high cheekbones and piercing black eyes that were boring into her like they could read her mind. He was wearing standard PTO armor, but it was a deep blue instead of the normal black, brown and green colors she'd seen in the past. She had to admit that even though he was technically the enemy right now, he was damn handsome.

Bulma put her game face on, and smirked at him. "So it seems." She let go of her glass and set it gently down on the bar top, then angled her body to face him a little better. "You've come to bring me to Frieza, right?"

Vegeta smirked back at her, enjoying their little banter, however short lived it may be.

"You catch on fast..." He replied.

Bulma smiled softly, though it didn't change the intensity in her eyes. "How do you think I've survived this long fighting your employer?"

"Pure luck probably. But that doesn't matter anymore. You're fight is over. You're coming with us." He went to grab her upper arm, and that's when Bulma reacted. She shifted forward slightly, dodging his grasp and in only a few seconds pulled the gun out of her holster, keeping it relatively concealed, put pointed at his stomach. Vegeta brought his hand back, his eyes widened for a fraction of a second in surprise at her speed, but quickly put his stoic mask back in place. The other two Saiyans taken aback as well, were also ready to attack at a moments notice. The tension in the room was thick, and Goku, still at the game table looked up, his eyes sharp and ki kept low as to not alert them to his presence, was keeping a very close eye on the situation.

"Before we take our leave, I'd like to speak to you gentlemen. I think what I have to say will be in your interest." Her voice now more authoritative, but still calm and collected.

She heard a snort and looked up to see Raditz stifling a laugh. "Gentleman, that's a good one." He chuckled.

Nappa elbowed him in his ribs, hard. Causing Raditz to grunt and bend over.

Bulma smirked and looked back to Vegeta to see his reaction.

Vegeta ignored his idiot team mate and kept his eyes glued to the woman. He looked at the gun pointed at him, then back to her bright, round eyes. "First of all, put that toy away woman, it won't have any effect on me. Second, I've heard that before. Do you think you can trick me with your mind games? Think again."

Bulma glanced at her gun then back up at the smug looking soldier. "This is no toy, I assure you. I don't think I'll put it away just yet. If you remember, I was the one who was able to sneak past Frieza's security with a poison smoke bomb and almost kill him. My intellect and cunning know no bounds, it would be wise to keep that in mind. Now, I will say again. I have a proposal for you three. One that I'm sure will be to your liking. If you would give me five minutes, my partner and I can go through the details."

She said partner slightly louder then the rest of her sentence, causing Goku to look up and see her meeting his gaze. He quickly left the game table to the dismay of the other players and was by her side instantly.

"Partner?" Vegeta said mostly to himself. He looked to the man standing by the woman's side and almost had to do a double take. He looked nearly identical to Raditz, except for the short spikier hair. He looked like a Saiyan!

"Impossible." Breathed Nappa.

"No way..." Raditz said, stunned.

There was silence between the five of them until Raditz jumped up, a genuine smile on his face. "Kakarot? Kakarot is that you?"

Goku saw that the man was looking right at him, but was unfamiliar with the name. "Who, me? No, I'm Goku. But I am a Saiyan, just like you three are."

Bulma looked to Goku, then looked over to the PTO soldiers. She could see the resemblance easily between Goku and the one with the long hair and the shorter man, but the tall bald one didn't seem to look like any of them. She noticed that they all were practically slack jawed at Goku's statement. She knew Goku was right, they had to be Saiyans. This was their lucky day. Now if only they would hear them out.

"It can't be." Nappa spoke as he grabbed a bar stool and plopped down on it, scrutinizing the man that just joined them. "Our planet was destroyed. Frieza told us we were the only ones left."

"Well, things are getting interesting indeed." Vegeta spoke up. He was planning on this being a simple procurement mission. Now his carefully laid plans were being tossed aside. He had a feeling that this woman would be a thorn in his side.

Sorry I have to cut it there and leave you hanging, but it would be a super long chapter if I kept going. I won't leave you hanging for long though, I promise!

~Pamgie