I hope that everyone had a wonderful Christmas! And thank you so much everyone for the follows and favorits and comments. They make me feel good. I have such an awesome story planned and I just cant wait to get it out to all of you. I am so glad you like this idea.

First disclaimer! I do not own anything, I am only using the characters for my own entertainment.

The awesome MariIvyFenta is my beta and is working with me to make this story the best version of it can be.

ThunderxShadow: Thank you for the comment 3, I am so glad that you like it.

Ccfleursdelys: Thank you so much for your comment. When I had this idea to make the Sayains Vikings I got goose bumps, it just fit so well. I was going back and forth on what to make Bulma, but I figured that an archaeologist would be perfect because then she would know the culture and all that and be able to survive with the Vikings better. And yes the seer is Bardock. I am so glad that you like this story, hope that you enjoy this chapter as well.

With out further ado! Chapter two! Enjoy.

Ch.2- Coffee, Work your Magic

"Come and find him, Princess... Find him, Princess... Find him."

Bulma, Norway. Present-day.

Bright blue eyes snapped open, startled out of their deep sleep. A soft whisper still ringing off in the distance. 'Find him,' It kept repeating.

"Find him."

Her heart was beating a hundred miles per minute, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath she took. Her beautiful blue hair clung to her face, drenched in the cold sweat that covered her body. She lay there, staring blankly at the slow ripple of the tent ceiling above her, patiently waiting for the soft voice to stop.

"That was one hell of a dream," she whispered to herself as she slowly sat up in her cot and ran her hands through her damp hair. She took a deep breath in and raspberried it out as she then ran her hands down her face, trying her best to calm her nerves. She felt the strong arm of her boyfriend wrap around her waist and pull her down onto the cot, spooning her against his chest.

With a soft sigh, he nuzzled his face into her hair on the back of her head, "Did you have a bad dream?" He mumbled, still half asleep.

"I wouldn't say it was bad," she whispered back. "Just intense."

"Mmm," was all he replied as sleep began to reclaim his body.

The corner of her lips perked up in a small smile as she lightly rubbed her hand on her boyfriend's forearm. "Sorry for waking you," she whispered, knowing full well that he was already out cold again. She nuzzled herself comfortably into her boyfriend's arms and blankets, hoping that sleep will take over her just as fast as it did him. But the moment she closed her eyes, she was submerged into that intense dream once more.

Hypnotizing hands dancing through flames and smoke, onyx eyes staring straight through her piercing her soul, a handsome face sculpted by the gods housing an irresistible smirk. His flaming hair, matching the sway and spark of the fire below. All accompanied by the chanting of 'find him' ringing in her head.

She jolted out of her blankets this time, throwing her legs over the edge of the cot. Her breathing once again labored. Her boyfriend groaned in response, rolling away from her and pulling the blanket over his head.

She pushed herself off of the cot and began to make her way out of the tent. "Does not look like I am going to be getting any more sleep tonight," she sighed. She glanced at her alarm clock as she walked by. 4:00 A.M, it read. She let out an irritated groan- it was way too early to be up.

She and her boyfriend, Yamcha, were stationed at a dig site in Norway. They had recently found the ruins of an old Viking settlement. She, Yamcha, and her crew were all working hard with cataloging every precious artifact. Their tents were set up in the very outskirts of the village. All that they had found so far was a few axes, swords, some beat-up shields, and of course, their prize possessions, an old longship, and an almost fully intact longhouse. But the dig was still young, and there were many more places that they could discover artifacts.

As quietly as she could, Bulma threw on a jacket and some shoes. Not even bothering to change out of her sleepwear, she will deal with that when she is more awake. Reluctantly, she then pushed her way past the open flaps of the tent and into the crisp air outside. The light of dawn was spreading across the sky, turning the towering mountains purple. But the light had yet to hit the still waters below, leaving them a cool, calming black. Bulma smiled to herself, it may be early, but no one can be mad with the beauty that now surrounded her.

The location of this Viking village had the perfect defensive position. It was a large beach, big enough you could fit a decent sized Viking group. The beach lay just at the end of a long fjord, with the sides being nothing but high mountains with perfect places to put archers to attack possible raiders. If anyone was stupid enough to attempt such a thing. This village was no small village, from the information that Bulma had gathered thus far. To any normal person, this would look like just any old beach in Norway. But to Bulma, she saw every small detail left behind from the past. From the here-and-there rotten posts sticking out from the shore- giant docks that had harbored hundreds of Viking longships. To the brittle wood laying in the dirt- foundations form the homes or shops of the Viking village.

This was heaven to her- she could get lost in herself just studying and finding ancient artifacts.

Bulma made her way to their jimmy-rigged kitchen that they had at their campsite and began to brew herself some coffee. She heard footsteps approaching from behind but paid no attention to them, figuring it was just Yamcha coming to ask her to get back into bed. She heard the footsteps just behind her and was anticipating to feel his strong arms wrap around her waist, but none came. Instead, a cold chill ran up her spine and the words "Find him," were whispered into her ear and a hot breath brushing against her cheek.

With a high pitched shriek, she spun around, flinging her right hand outward, trying to backhand whoever was behind her. But no one was there, nothing but the empty crisp night air.

"What the actual fuck?" She whispered to herself as her eyes darted back and forth, trying desperately to find anything that could have been right behind her. But had no such luck. Shaking her head and arms, she turned back around to her coffee. "Ok, Bulma, get yourself together, girl. Apparently, you are a little more freaked out about that dream than you first thought. But it was just a dream, so get yourself together!" She then poured herself an extra-large cup of coffee with cream and sugar and made her way over to the working bench where they had some of the weapons they found.

Placing her coffee onto the table, she picked up one of her more favorite pieces. The head of an ax, which was still covered in mud and rust. She had no idea why, but she was pulled to this one piece in particular. She would try to look at all of the other finds, only to have her eyes snap right back to this one. So she picked it up and lightly ran her fingers along the edge. What lay below all the mud and rust? She had to know.

Wanting to lose herself in her work, she began to slowly scrape away the thousand years that coated the blade, revealing the beautiful craftsmanship underneath. Just as she was beginning to see small little hints of the metal, she began to hear the soothing sound of whetstone upon blade. Casually she lifted her head up to see where that noise was coming from. Only to have her eyes land on a well-built man dressed in furs, leather, and chain mill casually sitting on the steppes on the longhouse, sharpening the blade of his ax. But he wasn't all there, as she tilted her head from side to side, she discovered that from different angles, he was transparent.

She was witnessing a ghost and a Viking ghost at that.

She gasped loudly at her revelation, catching the ghost's attention. His eyes looked up and locked with hers, sending waves of chills down her spine.

Those eyes, she knows those eyes. Onyx eyes that could stare right through her and pierce her soul. That handsomely sculpted face, and flaming hair... It's the man from her dream. And she felt an automatic pull deep within her chest, to just run to him. Run to him and smother him with kisses. Her lips had never tingled with such need in her life before.

Startled, she dropped the ax that she was working on and frantically tried to get away. Placing her hand over her lips, trying to stop the need that she felt from them. But the moment the ax left her hand, the man disappeared. She stopped and stared at the now empty spot, and for the fourth time this morning, she tried to catch her breath. With him now gone, the need had also left. Like it was never there in the first place.

Letting out an over-exaggerated sigh, she turned back around to the table and instantly grabbed her coffee, and took a big gulp out of it. "Ok, coffee, work your magic! Wake me up. I am starting to see ghosts and shit!" With that, she took another big gulp of her coffee.

Vegeta, Norway. 1050 A.D.

Vegeta sat at the steps of his longhouse. One foot planted on the ground below, the other planted on a step. He balanced his ax on his knee, blade pointed away from him as he slowly used a whetstone on it. He was zoning out in his work, loving the art of taking care of ones' weapon. Until the started gasp of a woman took him out of his trance.

He looked up, getting ready to bark at her and tell her to fuck off. But before he could even speak, he froze. Trapped in the most beautiful blue eyes that he had ever seen. His chest seized like Thor had sent a lightning bolt from the woman's eyes straight to his heart. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, all he could do was stare into those eyes.

"She will appear to you like a goddess radiating in blue beauty when you are drenched in red."

The seer's words echoed in his mind. A goddess of blue beauty, this has to be her. Just as he was about to get up and approach her, she disappeared. He let out a small cry of surprise from the sudden disconnect, his hand flying to his chest. Where did she go? Why did she leave? Wasn't she supposed to come and find him?

Great more questions for the damn seer. Just the place he wanted to go. With his feet stomping all the way, Vegeta entered the seer's hut. Once again, creating a chime of bones. When he entered, he found that the seer was already sitting in one of the chairs by the hearth, sipping a horn of ale.

"Prince Vegeta," the seer said in greeting. "Please have a seat and some ale." The seer lifted the horn he was drinking, offering it to Vegeta.

Vegeta snatched the horn out of his hand, and took a big swig, and then angrily plopped himself into the chair.

"skål," The seer said with a chuckle. "And now before you go yelling. Yes, that was her. But-" He lifted his hand, pointer finger up in question, "were you drenched in red?"

Vegeta looked down at himself. "No," he growled.

"Well, then that was not your time to take her. But have no fear, your time will come."

Vegeta let out an irritated sigh as he took another sip of ale.

"You have everything you need." The seer said, excusing Vegeta out of his hut. "Now give me back my ale."

"Tch," Vegeta stood from his chair, down the rest of the ale, then tossed the empty horn back into the hand of the seer. With another chime of bones from the curtain, Vegeta exited the hut.

The seer smirked as he held the horn, patiently waiting for the horn to refill itself back up with ale. Being a seer definitely has its perks.

Oooo, the two love birds just had their first glimpse of each other. How exciting was that!? Leave a review for me and I will see you next chapter.