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Queen Okra did not like what she was told. Cooler, Frieza's brother, suddenly wanted to speak with the Royal Palace through a private communication channel. There was no prior notice at all, but she wasn't surprised. Frieza's family already proved they had no respect for the Saiyan race. Her husband's now occupied coffin was proof of that.

But it all wouldn't matter very soon. Zorn had kept her up-to-date on the results of the Saiyan DNA analysis and of Broly's blood. Cooler's insistence on a meeting so soon was very annoying, but she'd have to remain patient. She couldn't afford to screw this up. There was still more testing to be done. With that in mind, she continued to stare hard at the communication console. The screen was still blank and was not yet activated, but almost felt like Cooler or his lackeys were spying right through the monitor. Folding her arms, she steeled her expression, waiting for Cooler's transmission to patch through.

Seconds later, the screen blinked to life, revealing the visage of Frieza's elder brother. The Saiyan Queen could see that he was in his spaceship. The screen showed his profile down to his shoulders and he was seated in a command chair. Behind him were viewports with open space on the other side of it for anyone to see.

"Where's your King?" the arcosian inquired, curiosity evident in his voice.

"He's off-planet," Okra lied, not bothering to elaborate on it. Cooler grunted in acknowledgement and leaned back in his seat to steeple his fingers.

"That is quite unfortunate," Cooler commented before getting right to the point. "My brother was assassinated by rogue elements," he explained diplomatically, before leaning forward. "Apparently, these 'rogue elements' are Saiyan, and I intend for this person or persons to be punished accordingly."

"You can check our records. There is no one with the appropriate power level on this planet to conduct that kind of operation," she replied evenly. It wasn't a complete lie. Of course her son from the future seemed to outclass even Cooler, but her son, the five year old, had a power level of less than twenty thousand, much less the late frieza's fabled half a million.

Cooler's eyes narrowed for a moment before returning to their normal size. He hummed in thought before leaning back in his chair again.

"Be that as it may, the culprits obviously wore Saiyan armor. I trust that you will turn these people in?" he asked with a tight smile.

Cooler was obviously trying to bait her and she could see right through it. King Vegeta probably wouldn't have noticed it. If she were to say yes, then she'd be damaging her pride as a Saiyan and as Royalty. If she said no, she'd essentially be asking to get killed. But she wasn't King Vegeta and she had a better answer.

"Even I don't know who they were. They could easily blend in with the population. I don't know if they're even still on the planet."

Cooler's smirk dropped. She won that little bluff.

"Hm. I doubt that. I want those Saiyans arrested very soon, or I won't be able to guarantee the safety of your planet," he replied with a barely visible scowl. The transmission caught off before she could reply.

Pivoting around, her cape followed suit, billowing behind her slightly before coming to rest again. She walked towards the door, excitement slowly building inside of her. While Cooler's thinly veiled threat was a small obstacle, it didn't worry her at all. Very soon, she'll be a Super Saiyan, and the Planet Trade Organization would fall under her control. Once she crossed the threshold, Zorn stood by patiently, falling into step with her as she made her way to her chambers.

"Any more news with the study?" she asked, folding her hands behind her as she walked.

"Not at the moment. The head scientist told me to expect more information tomorrow," he replied. He had already told her the information the scientist had passed on about what caused Super Saiyan transformations. But Okra was growing impatient with excitement nonetheless.

"Fine. What of the Super Saiyan from the recording? What is he doing?"

"The one who transformed, he has finally entered the Science District building as you said he would," Zorn dutifully replied. The queen nodded once. It was only a matter of time before he'd decided to go there to find whatever contraptions he needed. The reason she stalled him from entering the area in the first place was to see if it was important enough that he needed to go there. She'd keep an eye on him and eventually find something to hold over him.

"What of those other two?" she queried.

Zorn nodded, referring to his scouter momentarily. "One of the warriors in the recording is a lower class soldier. He and another warrior that looked nearly identical to him was also there, but we of course, have no information on him."

"What is the lower class soldier's power level?"

"Ah, at the time of the recording, about...12,000..." Zorn had slowed down in speech when he got to citing the power level. That was...very high for a low class soldier. Bardock was one of the few Saiyans who took on elite level missions. "He, and his crew, which were killed by Dodoria, took on all missions, no matter what the recommended battle power was. They all accepted Elite level missions, nearly consecutively.

"Interesting," Okra said reflectively. It was silent for several moments as the Queen and the advisor finally neared her room. Unfolding her hands, she then folded her arms in front of her.

"I know it's quite soon, but I'll need to find another King," she said with a faraway look in her eye. "As much as I'd like to issue orders, I'm not the kind of person to be in front of large crowds of people." At this point, she was looking at Zorn again.

"You're not suggesting the Super Saiyan?" Zorn asked, nearly incredulously.

"No, not him," she denied almost instantly. "What's the low class's name?"

"His name is Bardock."

Vegeta had tried to find something to do to pass the time, but he just couldn't think of anything. Going to the palace would only be good if he wanted to speak with his mother. But there wasn't anything he could think of to talk to her about. Throwing that thought away, he went through his memory trying to find what he could do.

He couldn't train. No gravity chamber, and it just seemed innapropriate considering the circumstances. He wouldn't get much out of it without his wife's trusty invention.

Vegeta grunted in thought, looking to his left back at the city. He'd incapacitated that woman that attacked him on the other side of the area, so he wouldn't have to worry about running into her again if he stayed alert. So where else could he go?

Shrugging, he began to walk again, this time headed for the tavern. As he neared it, he folded his arms, staring up at the non-descript building. Did he really want to go in there? He doesn't drink and it's probably just full of idiots in there.

However, they were his idiots when he thought about it. His idiotic subjects. He laughed inwardly, deciding he'd just get something to drink and sit down for a moment. It had been forever since he'd just been in the same general area as his own people, notwithstanding Kakarot and his offspring. The heck with it, he figured. If they proved too annoying, he'd just leave. No problem there, right?

As he walked down the steps towards the door of the tavern. Idly, he remembered this was the same building Kakarot's father had sprinted out of before flying off to face Frieza. The sounds of glasses clinking and loud chatter was growing in volume. The patrons probably wouldn't even notice he was in there.

His assumption was proven correct when he pushed the door open, it closing behind him. The place was full of Saiyans. Tables were filled with people enjoying drinks, the men trying to impress the women, and a large projector was situated in the corner of the room, displaying some alien sport of some sort. It oddly reminded Vegeta of an earthling sport called Football. Ignoring this, he made his way to a large refrigerator-like container, pulling out a drink he recognized as being Non-Alcoholic. Closing the door, he noticed a device sitting on the ground next to it.

Picking it up and sitting down at the counter, he recognized it as a Scouter. It had a red lens, almost reminding him of his own scouter when he first "visited" Earth.

Perhaps he could do some research. He pressed the button on the side before putting the Scouter on, over his left eye. It felt strange to be wearing one after so long, but quickly grew re-accustomed to the commands, prompts, and displays flying across the screen. Deciding he'd try to dig some information up on molecular technology, he began sorting through files in Planet Vegeta's databanks. None of the scientists of course had a time machine on hand, but perhaps he could find some more information to give him some help.

Unfortunately, he wasn't getting any new information.

"Wait, what is this?" Vegeta muttered, pressing buttons on the scouter for it to backtrack to a previous command prompt. Since he was the Prince, he was able to hack into some of the more private channels.

Cooler had communicated with the Royal Palace recently. The prince frowned at the news. He was under no illusion that Cooler's family was talking to anyone Planet Vegeta for a simple social call. Frieza may have been a sadistic tyrant, but objectively speaking, he was a businessman. He destroyed Planet Vegeta due to fear. Perhaps Cooler shared the same fear...He'd already told himself he'd keep on the lookout for anything related to the Arcosians. He'd heave to keep doing that.

Besides that little snippet of info, there wasn't really anything else he could glean from the Royal Palace databanks as it required passwords that he couldn't remember or simply didn't know.

Someone sat down roughly next to him. His discipline kept him from jumping, but his eyes snapped to his left. It wasn't that woman from earlier, thank gods.

"So you're that Super Saiyan everyone's talking about, eh?" the voice next to him asked. The question was confident, sounding more like a statement than anything else.

Vegeta didn't look at the man next to him, simply grunting an affirmative. He realized he hadn't once touched his own drink and still didn't make a move to drink from it.

"Everybody's been partying more than ever before in here," the male next to him continued, panning his arm around as though it was some sort of grand view. Vegeta turned his head slightly to get a better look at him. He was wearing one of the common, conical shoulder-padded armors, only the third he'd seen today. The other two being Nappa and Raditz. His hair was spiky much like most of the planet's population, and to his credit, he didn't look drunk. The Saiyan turned slightly to regard Vegeta.

"You know, any average guy would say you look kinda like the King, sans the beard."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. He'd been hearing that several times today. "I wonder why they aren't saluting me this very moment," he replied, not entirely serious as he said it. He removed the scouter from his face and the man laughed heartily.

"Oh, man! That'll be the day! A Super-Elite bothering to mingle with us low-class plebians?" he laughed again, grabbing a bottle that was in front of him. Vegeta couldn't tell if it was alcoholic or not. "Besides, Super-Elites only ever come here if they feel like picking a fight. Nappa's okay though, but he still comes off as a bit of a prick."

Vegeta chuckled despite trying not to respond to the barb at Nappa's expense. Almost immediately, he felt a little depressed, which wasn't usual for the Prince. He really wished he hadn't killed the big idiot in his own timeline now that his thoughts returned to his home time. Hopefully, tomorrow, he'd be back at Capsule Corp...

"So, what made you come here of all places? Thought you'd have a guest room in the Palace or something."

Why wasn't he at the Palace right now? It was boring, he answered internally. To his disappointment, the Elites in the Palace don't train as much as they should be.

"It's boring," he answered aloud, amusing his new friend.

"Never thought I'd hear someone say that," he commented with a laugh before he became more serious. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Bardock's crew would take most of the missions elites weren't. I heard they were as strong as Super Elites by the time, you know," he trailed off.

Vegeta was frowning at this point. When were the Super Elites so complacent? No wonder everyone was so...so weak.

He and Kakarot were easily five hundred times as strong as the average Saiyan right now. Why was the gap so large? The man next to him may not have known, but he left the Saiyan Prince with a lot to think about.

"I see," Vegeta said, standing up. "Nice talk," he added before preparing to leave. The still seated Saiyan shrugged, downing another swallow of whatever he was drinking.

"Take care of yourself."

Once Vegeta climbed the flight of steps back outside, he folded his arms and leaned on the wall next to the door. If there was one thing he was going to do before he and Kakarot left this planet, was show the Saiyans the proper way to train. Whether it was dangerous or not, seeing his own people in such a weak state was detestable. The low-class saiyans seemed to be training harder than the elites just by principle. Kakarot and his father were the foremost examples of that. On a whim, he looked up at the sky, noticing it was much darker than normal. He couldn't quite remember solar cycles on this planet but it was obviously getting dark, and he'd need to get some rest.

"Might as well pay mini-me a visit before going to sleep," he decided. He took off to the air, not noticing a figure beginning to follow him.

A/N: ...What does Okra want with Bardock!? Why was there no action scene!? Who is the mysterious figure!? Will there finally be someone strong enough to match Vegeta and Goku in strength!? Does it sound like I'm running on fumes!? Perhaps!? Find out on the next Dragon Ball Z!

Ok, some more plot advancement next chapter. I feel weird not having thrown in a fight scene somewhere, but it seemed pointless to add one here.

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