'An alien space craft has crash landed 2 miles south of West City. We have Tira Kori-yana on site, Tira…' The television flicked off the news to black as Vegeta threw the remote across the room, he had gotten good at tempering his strength. The remote did not break.
'Stupid earthing news.' Vegeta sat on the sofa, longing for a good fight. It had been an age since Kakarot had disappeared with the dragon and the only thing that appeared to be growing was his age. He sighed aloud at the absence of his friendly rival. 'Vegeta, honey, whats the matter?' Bulma stood in the doorway. 'Nothing woman.' He was his curt self, Bulma stood with her hands on her hips. 'I don't even know why I bother.' She turned to leave, 'Don't…' he stopped himself. Bulma turned to sit next to her husband on the sofa. She ran her hand through his black hair, despite his age he didn't appear to show any signs of earthling ageing, due to his Saiyan heritage. 'Why has he left me?' Bulma felt herself well up with tears with a moment of weakness from her proud husband. She knew he would never let anyone but her see him like this.
'Dad,' their daughter Bulla stood in the door way, 'Have you seen the news, they've found a ship, looks like a Saiyan pod.' Bulla looked almost as beautiful as her mother, Vegeta was a proud father of such a beautiful girl. 'Goku?' Bulma spoke aloud, daring to hope. Vegeta laughed, running to the window, flying in a mist of excitement, rage and joy. He flew to the crash site, pausing mid-air, he did not sense Kakarot's power level, at least not directly. The power level felt familiar, he knew of it, a distant trace of someone he knew.
'Father!' Trunks called out to him, appearing behind him with Goten, Kakarot's youngest son after an apparent sparring match. It did Trunks good to fight, Vegeta thought, he often worried he would become weak managing Capsule Corp for his mother and grandfather. 'Do you guys sense that?' Gohan has appeared behind them all, still in his suit, as if he had rushed from work. The men worked tirelessly beneath them, surveying the craft, unaware of what lay inside. They appeared to be erecting a large white tent to shield the object from the world. It most definitely was a Saiyan pod. The group of Saiyans landed, cautious, the power level while not immense was powerful and untempered, a raw power. Gohan thought back to the first time he felt a power level like this, fighting Raditz as a child. It filled him with a sense of fear, a rogue Saiyan was truly terrifying, especially if he had his tail.
'Mr Briefs,' a man from Capsule Corp in a hazmat suit walked forward to greet Trunks 'We were called on scene by the police, would you and your party like to investigate, I understand this may be hazardous so if you wish us to…' 'We will come in,' Trunks, adjusted his sweatpants, moving his purple hair from his face. Vegeta scoffed at how uncomfortable Trunks felt in his training gear, unknown at the threat before him he lamented how his training had lapsed. He felt his hand grip tight in anger and a power radiate through his body, a sense of excitement at the unanticipated. Inside a white tent, which they were lead up to by the man in the suit, was definitely a pod. Men scanned and swabbed the object, its ruby red window glistening under the luminescent lights. Men looked away, shuffled in horror as the pod began to open. They ran away. The fighters clenched in apprehension, assuming a defensive position. A white glove cupped the outside of the pod to pull themselves from within, but it was small, much smaller than any of theirs. A child perhaps?
Vegeta searched for the power level, too high to be a child. A mass of shaggy blue-black hair emerged, it was wild and untamed, the gloves swished behind the hair to reveal a feminine face. The alien was a female. She stood in her battle armour, purple saiyan armour fitted tight to her curves, staring at the men in front of her. She levitated from the floor, her tail wrapped twice around her tiny waist. She hovered to just in front of Vegeta.
'Your Highness?' She questioned, tilting her head. Suddenly a high kick flew at Vegeta's head, a move he easily blocked with his forearm. Her power was impressive as was her agility and attack. He went to grab her leg but found himself grabbing the air as her kicks flew at him fast and relentless. She was easily countered but he knew she was not using her full strength. Her last kick flew as he grabbed her leg under his arm, grabbing her other leg. She struggled briefly against him, before nodding her submission.
'I was beginning to think I would never find you, Prince Vegeta. Your skills have not been under-stated.' He refused to let his fatigue show but he felt his ego swell at the stories being told of his prowess. 'Ha ha, well yes, but would you expect less from the prince of all Saiyans.' Vegeta smiled, he sensed from her manners and raw fighting talent she may be of pure saiyan blood.
'Do you talk or just fight?' Trunks asked, swishing his purple hair. 'I am having an audience with the Prince, watch your tongue Earthling.' She growled at him, eyes wild with fury. 'You really respect my Dad,' Trunks added 'Here we just call him Vegeta.' 'Dad?' she looked at him puzzled, turning to Vegeta. 'This earthling? Halfbreed? Your son? I apologise.' She bowed deeply, her long dark hair falling over her face again. 'Rise, what is your name, Child?' 'Kuumba, daughter of Raditz. I fear I am the only saiyan female alive.' 'Kuumba, thats a beautiful name,' Trunks uttered, moving to her. 'Raditz was your father?' Gohan said stunned. 'He was our uncle.' 'Then you must be sons of Kakarot, my father told my mother to watch me as he went to look for my brethren. He was hoping to find us a new home, a new Vegeta. This planet seems to be colonised by Earthlings. Prince Vegeta, have you acclimated here?' She pushed her visor, scouting power levels, places of interest and sources of water. 'May I speak to my companions?' Vegeta gestured to the group of warriors. 'You may?' Kuumba questioned, 'I intend to scout the planet, summon me when you wish me to return.' 'I do not have a scouter,' shouted Vegeta as she begin to fly away. Kuumba froze, lowering herself down she flew over to her pod returning with a scouter for Vegeta. 'Anything else, my Prince?' She asked. 'No, I will summon you when I see fit for your return. Do no damage to the earthlings unless I command it. Is that clear Kuumba?' 'Yes, my Prince.' she shouted as she flew off rapidly into the distance.
Vegeta gave the scouter to Trunks, 'We should replicate that technology, they are very useful.' Trunks fixed the scouter to his head, pressing the visor for information. 'What are we going to do about her? Gohan interjected, shaken. 'She is Raditz daughter, she has no value for human life.' 'But she is your cousin,' Trunks interjected. 'Father learned to live with humans and she just wants a home, like she said.' 'Gohan,' Vegeta spoke 'If she has been raised the proper way she will not go against me unless she feels she can best me in a fight. She is subject to my rule and the rule of my family. Let's offer her a chance to live among us.' 'She called us half-breeds.' Goten spoke sharing his brothers apprehension. 'A fair trial period is all I ask. If she is the last of our species, don't we deserve to be on the same planet?' Vegeta tried to reason with the two young men. 'I suppose we could learn a lot from her…' Goten looked at his brother shrugging his shoulders, having a conversation between them in their minds. They twitched, shrugged and eventually sighed and nodded. 'Kuumba can stay, for a little while. So we can learn from her about our family, Saiyan life and see IF she can live among us. One death, one human death caused by her and we want her gone.' Gohan stated. 'She has to be respectful to us all though,' said Goten, 'no halfbreed name calling, she acts to human standards.'
'She did apologise for that,' Trunks stated in her defence. 'I think she should stay with us Father, more eyes around our place plus she may feel humbled staying with the "prince". She may be easier to teach.' 'Trunks,' Vegeta sighed. 'I think that may also be for the best, but son, she is wild, she is a Saiyan warrior. Your mother will not be happy.' 'I will handle mother.' Trunks beamed as he located her power on the scouter. 'Boy,' Vegeta shouted. 'Stop grinning like a god damn imbecile. She is a low class warrior after all.' 'So was Goku…' argued Trunks smiling to himself.
The power that Goku possessed was not to discredited. He was more powerful that Vegeta; much to his fathers despair and denial. 'Kuumba?' Trunks spoke into the scouter, 'return to Vegeta, he requests we have much to discuss.' Trunks looked to his father. 'Shall we go home? Mother will complain less given less of a choice.' Vegeta smiled at his son, occasionally his he saw his own cunning reflected in Trunks.
They all flew home, Vegeta and Trunks followed by Gohan and Goten, in silence as Trunks thought about Kuumba. She could be the last female Saiyan. The last fully blooded female of an extinct species. He kept thinking over her shapely armour, her shaggy thick hair, her raw power fighting with his father. She was certainly a unique woman. His father caught his eye, he shook his head at his son; he had felt something similar, excitement. Vegeta had long surrendered to the idea of the end of the Saiyan race, ever since Frieza destroyed planet Vegeta. He knew better than the praise the arrival of one lowly female as the saviour of his race. He was at least thankful his children retained some of their Sayian heritage.
They landed at the Capsule Corp, greeted by Bulma. 'Hello boys!' she waved, running outside. 'What was it?' Bulla stepped into the door way, roused by her mothers shouting and her own sense of curiosity. Vegeta embraced his woman, 'It was a pod,' he spoke barely able to contain his excitement, 'a saiyan girl,' he smiled 'she wants to live here.' Trunks smiled as he sensed her power level approaching. 'Mother,' Trunks smiled walking to her, 'we're going to train her in human ways, she wants to learn how to survive. She's an orphan and just wants to live among the last of her kind.' Kuumba landed behind her. 'Mother, Bulla, meet Kuumba.' Bulma was less than impressed at the sight of the young woman. Bulla stepped out pleased at the sight of the new girl. 'Hey,' she walked up to her 'that armour is hot! You have to tell me where you got it.' 'My mother fought and died in this armour.' Kuumba spoke plainly, locking eyes with Vegeta. 'Another halfbreed my Prince.' She paused, cocking her head to the side. 'This older one, this is your bride? Her power level is negligible.' She floated ominously toward Bulma 'Weakling.' as she clicked off her scouter.
'Kuumba,' Vegeta spoke. 'Enough.' Kuumba turned and walked to Vegeta before bowing deeply. 'Child, we must talk about the rules of court, if you are to stay and serve for the glory of Vegeta.' 'Oh brother,' Bulma spoke aloud. 'A boost to your ego is all you need.' Kuumba rose and blasted toward her hand stretched to her throat before Vegeta shouted 'Kuumba, not one hand on my wife.' Kuumba froze in place before landing and apologising. 'It would appear I do not know my etiquette.' She turned facing Vegeta. 'This is a new court, a democracy, a team, where no man is superior to another; we operate on mutual respect.' Trunks began. 'I only know respect for my superiors.' Kuumba spoke plainly, confused, her head tilted to the side again. 'That won't work Son,' Vegeta started, 'Kuumba are you familiar with Saiyan laws?' 'The only laws I know my prince, my mother taught me well.' Kuumba replied. 'Well then, son, saiyans are not a bunch of lawless brutes, we have class, as an elite I am superior in ranking and skill to our guest here, therefore she takes my orders.' Kuumba bent on one knee and nodded in submission.
'As per my orders you are to join my court and treat my family with respect. Gohan and Goten are also seasoned warriors and they out rank you here.' Vegeta gestured toward the two young men. 'You are to act with courtesy, respect and announce your intention to fight in the earthing manner, by asking.' 'My prince,' Kuumba interjected. 'Do not interrupt me wretch.' Vegeta scowled. 'I do not expect you to remember this all but I expect you to listen. You must defer to the chain of command which is Kakarot's sons, my family then me as highest rank. Any differences with earthlings who cannot fight you bring to me.' 'And' spoke Bulla, 'You have to be my new best friend, let me make you feel and look more like an earthling. I have such big ideas for you.' 'My prince, permission to speak freely.' Kuumba stood in a state of shock. 'Granted.' Vegeta mumbled. 'I… I am a warrior. I came to help you in anyway I can, as is my duty…' 'Then you can live among my people and help by being part of my court.' Vegeta stated sternly. 'The Saiyans are a dead race Child, it is only fitting to let that duty go.' Vegeta spoke more softly. 'Daddy?' Bulla moved toward Kuumba. 'Can I take her now?' 'Of course Princess.' Vegeta was weak to his daughters whim. 'One last thing Prince.' Kuumba rose to her feet. 'Yes.' 'When shall you be King? You appear to have a' the word sat sullen in her mouth, 'Queen.' Vegeta stood still. He had not taken the title for respect of his father, recently he had seldom thought about it. 'King?' He paused, he could lose his position of authority if not careful and grew concerned about a loose Ozaru and the power she could wield. 'I have not taken the title for my fathers sake, when I have a planet, I will be king.' Kuumba bowed and left with Bulla. Vegeta couldn't help but feel marginally sorry for the young woman, his daughter may not be the warrior he hoped she would be but she could be a truly fearsome advisory of will.
Kuumba stood in the shower as Bulla spoke of shampoo, conditioner, teasing, combing, soap, all of which meant very little to her. Bulla in the end washed, conditioned, combed and cleansed her, much to Bulla's shame. Kuumba was not aware of self consciousness, even as her tail twitched under the running water. Bulla squirted the fruity shower gel into her hands which she rubbed over her tail. 'So, the tail…' Bulla plucked up the courage to ask. 'I thought girls didn't have one?' 'All Saiyans are born with tails, even…' Kuumba paused to think of a less offensive term, 'cross-breeds… are rumoured to have them.' 'Can they be removed?' Bulla's eyes implored Kuumba, 'I have been told so yes. It appears to have happened to you all. Do earthlings not like tails?' Kuumba asked as she showered off her tail and stepped out of the shower. 'I like them,' Bulla replied, 'Its just I was told by Daddy they make you more dangerous. Girls don't have them because we're too nice.' 'Your father lied.' Kuumba wrapped herself in the towel provided by Bulla. 'I would wager he means controlling the wild Ozaru as dangerous. I can control my power, do not fear.'
Kuumba began to dry herself, Bulla combing and drying her soggy main. Bulla put her hair in a high ponytail, slowly handing her clothing. A crop jumper in a gunmetal grey covered her top half as Bulla handed her a skirt, Kuumba looked at the item wearily. She put on her thigh high socks and boots but refused the skirt. 'I cannot wear this, this is impractical. This will not support my tail in a fight.' 'Who will you be fighting?' Bulla asked thrusting the skirt at her again. 'You if you force me to wear that.' Trunks walked into Bulla's room, walking across clothes. 'Girls, no arguing.' Trunks entered the room and saw Kuumba was half dressed in white lacy boy shorts. He felt himself flush hot and looked away. 'Trunks,' Kuumba started 'I cannot fight in this.' Trunks felt himself blush and spotted a pair of black shorts on the floor. 'Here.' he threw them at Kuumba, not looking at her. 'Much better,' she agreed, putting them on as Trunks sighed with relief. She looked almost human, a perfect camouflage, a perfect woman. Kuumba felt her self grow embarrassed under his stare. Bulla smiled; it had been a while since her brother had taken interest in a girl. It did him good to do so, he was all work and no play since Goku left with Shenron.
'Dinners ready.' Bulma shouted to the girls. 'I'll leave you to it,' Trunks smiled, turning and walking into the door frame. The girls stifled a giggle before Trunks left the room. Bulla approached Kuumba with a pale pink lipstick. 'Is this war paint?' Kuumba asked apprehensively. 'Female warpaint.' Bulla lied. She painted her lips with the lipstick and framed her large brown eyes with eyeliner. 'Ready for war.' Bulla announced on completion. 'The war for my brothers heart.' Bulla was an old school romantic. 'There is a war for Trunks' heart?' Kuumba asked. 'Yes,' Bulla replied 'between you and him. This is an old earthling war game, he will pretend he doesn't like you or doesn't care but you will catch him staring, trying to get close to you, taking you for a walk maybe trying to kiss you…' Bulla felt her own heart swell with the romance of it all. 'That is war?' Kuumba asked confused 'Yes,' Bulla stressed pushing Kuumba to walk downstairs to the dining room 'Because you will be cold and aloof, pretending you don't care while trying to entice him with your feminine charms.' 'But I don't care…' Kuumba started 'Thats right.' Bulla smiled as they entered the dining room. Fresh vegetables, grilled meats and bowls of steaming rice awaited them. Bulma had certainly cooked a feast, even if she wasn't that great of a cook. As Bulla smiled at Kuumba, Trunks sat next to her, smiling at Kuumba. She felt his leg brush up against hers as a fluttering rose to her stomach.
'So tell me Child,' Vegeta asked. 'What is your history?' Kuumba sipped at her water before dapping her mouth with her napkin, she certainly had good manners; thought Trunks. 'My Mother, Elery, was abandoned on Yardrat when Vegeta was destroyed. She was just a baby, left by her parents in the rush to save Vegeta. The Yardrati raised her in the little saiyan custom they knew; to bolster her heritage. She was left with books on culture and saiyan histories and lore, she became most wise about her home world. She was a proud woman, she sent me on a mission to find you, Prince, on her deathbed. She never had an appetite for travel; she would tell me she had grown too attached to Yardrat and its people and they had become too attached to her, she was their medicine woman. When my mother was a girl, another Saiyan came to Yardrat following a battle that left him half dead. She tended to him night and day, restoring him to health using a mix of Saiyan and Yardrat healing methods.'
'How romantic.' Bulla interrupted, she was quickly shushed by Bulma. 'Continue.' Vegeta gestured. 'My brother, Tamo, was the first of the children, then a few years after I was conceived. Father told my Mother he had to go to Earth and seek out brethren to make us a whole family again. But he never returned. I never met my father, Tamo tried searching the universe for him but I never saw him again either, he left shortly before my mother died.' 'How sad,' Goten interrupted, 'Well I guess you found us.' He added smiling. 'Is there a way you can speak to Tamo?' Gohan asked, disgruntled by the knowledge of another rogue Saiyan in the universe. 'His scouter has been destroyed, I lost contact with him.' Kuumba shook her head in dismay.
'How old are you Child? In Saiyan years?' '16.' Kuumba replied. Vegeta began to laugh, almost hysterically. 'Vegeta?' Bulma questioned her husband. 'Raditz cannot be your father.' Vegeta looked at Gohan and Goten. 'You are 32 in Earth years, they age faster than us.' 'Raditz died 36 years ago.' Gohan stood at the table. 'Who can be my father then?' Kuumba sat her head tilted confused. 'Vegeta?' Bulma sat almost as confused as the young girl in her house. 'I was here with you and the boy, woman, Nappa was dead, that only leaves one man unaccounted for.' Vegeta began to laugh again as Gohan's face grew angrier.
'Just what are you implying? My father would never…' 'Woman,' Vegeta began, 'earth has the technology to test this but i'll bet my life on she being the daughter of Kakarot.'