Chapter 100!

Clothes torn and body battered his body lays on the cold tiles under watchful eyes. Since she went through the trouble of relinquishing all of her cash to buy his gift she ensures it is used even if the room makes its functionality redundant. Her prince did not wake when she activated the personal field of his natural gravity, he just continued to rest and snore as she watched with the lights of the training room switched on. She wants him to be fully rested for the same reason that sleep is evading her now. Ryoko is high with anticipation over her promised date with Vegeta and the prospects it brings. Her prince sleeps and her eyes are fixed on her prize. His sleeping and helpless face makes her think to better times.

"Yo, Vegey, you awake?" In a hoarse whisper Ryoko softly calls out.

She hovers over and around him and her probing question yields no response and his ki does not change. He remains asleep like she wishes. Giddy she spins in the air. Ryoko feels a heavy knot grow in her stomach as a thought emerges from the background to the fore of her mind. A heat flushes her cheeks. Ryoko knows that without his reciprocation acting on his sleeping body does not yield what she wants and frustrates her. Part of that frustration she thinks she might be able to make go away.

Again she softly calls his name. Again he stays asleep. Ryoko looks about and flies behind the main console for cover. From behind she peeps her head out. Ryoko's feline eyes affix to Vegeta and her fingers begin to do what Vegeta will not for her. Less than a metre from him she seeks pleasure and grants it to herself. She keeps herself in check to not let out any excess noise to wake the subject of her voyeurism. Ryoko's masturbating comes to a dead stop as a plague of dark thoughts rise up in response to her carnal pleasure. It is not working. She lightly hits her head against the console in defeat. Not even this reprieve is allowed. Now her troubled mind mixes in Vegeta's view of her assault and the sadistic joy he took in her breaking. Her frustration is not diminished.

Ryoko stays where she is and curses aloud. She charges a blast in her hand and senses the alertness of Vegeta change in response so she dispels it. He wakes and sits bolt upright and ascertains quickly where the sensed threat is. Ryoko is crouched where she was and in the same state as when she was pleasuring herself. Vegeta is no fool and can tell what she has been up to, and how it ended as she glowers up at him. There is embarrassment and shame on her face and not from being caught having been masturbating but for having ultimately failed to do so. She curls a fist but does not cast it against him. Ryoko moodily says a good morning to him. Her hand grabs at his shorts.

"Wedding dress." She growls to him. He needs to take her from this state to her desired one. Ryoko hoists up her underwear whilst maintaining eye contact with him. "... Cabbit got ya tongue?"

"This room is for pushing past your limits. You don't need to stop just because I am awake now." Vegeta confidently calls her bluff by commenting without hesitation on her actions. She pouts in response. He scratches at the lengthening stubble on his jawline. The subject shall be changed to allow her to save some face. "Shall I shave for our date later?"

"... No. No, I wanna play with your scruff eventually. And I think it goes against what Ayeka wants, especially with it making you look more like her dad which I can tease her about. Breakfast. Now."

It is very early in the morning, far too early for Sasami to be awake and cooking, and even so Vegeta will not decline an opportunity to eat. He walks into the kitchen and she teleports in and grabs up a napping Ryo-Ohki to play with whilst Vegeta does all the cooking. Ryoko makes a fuss over how he prepares her food to annoy him and siphons carrots to feed and tease her spaceship with. She keeps her feline eyes on him to check how he looks at her, wary of his thoughts following her attempted masturbation. Luckily for her he is not going to bring that up nor comment further. She eats, she asks for seconds and insists that since he is having a date with her to spoil her and so she gets him to grudgingly part with some food he was planning to eat himself.

Returning to the training room a red light blares urgently on the console. Ryoko hits the nearby button that she cannot read and a screen appears with a message warning of Lady Seto's arrival to Earth in under 10 minutes. Vegeta sighs in disappointment that he cannot get any training in before this distraction and tells Ryoko to go and wake the others up as he sends a telepathic message to his son. He does a few warm up stretches alone in the training room before leaving his house to gaze up at the dawn and starts sensing outwards for the energy signature of her Juraian ship.

First to join Vegeta is his son looking as enthusiastic as any child his age is when woken up before sunrise. Washu and Yamcha are next to arrive with Ryoko carrying Kaia a few minutes later, Ryoko telling Vegeta that the Juraian royal family is going to be a while getting ready and she may or may not have woken Azusa with a threat from her sword. The ki sense for the ship appears and within a minute the halo of wood that is Seto's ship accompanied by her husband's smaller ship descend into view and come to a stop directly over Kirito. Green beams down to Earth near them and the Devil Princess makes her debut on a planet she would not mind adding to the empire she runs.

She blinks the green light from her eyes and observes this battlefield she has entered. Her family is not in sight which does make things easier for her. For now her husband shall stay within her spaceship and finalise the landing and parking procedures for the conjoined ships as it is safer for him this way and it removes him from being used against her in any threats or in emotional blackmail from her daughter when she appears. At her feet is her bargaining chip. She can feel herself being meticulously calculated as much as she is calculating the Saiyan Prince she has been escorted to. There is the man who had some role to play in the death of her parents and so many more Juraians. Kaia is in the protective hold of the space pirate who dared to shoot at her granddaughter's ship and in one of Seto's pockets is enough recompense and pay to ensure Kaia remains loyal to herself for future jobs.

Her light green hair is purposefully loose and untied, though thoroughly brushed, and reaches down to the same knee-length as her daughter's. Only a faint hint of make-up is applied to her middle-aged face and her robes are not as ornate nor as decorated as her usual attire she wears on Jurai. For now she shall appear as if she is fresh in waking to this new day as much as the others are and less formal attire might aid in dropping this Saiyan's guard. White and green are her robes and her shoes have an inch of heel to them. Seto's appearance is exactly how she wants it to be for this important first impression, and at her feet is the reason she has been brought here.

A single and thoroughly secured and sealed cryostasis pod lies on the Earth. She has not opened it since storing the dragon's wish within. There are no windows to the captive within it and as such she believes its contents to remain a mystery unless the troublesome ki sensing of these surviving Saiyans intends to undo her little show.

Washu glowers at the thorn in her side and at the terrible possibilities that lie within the casket Seto is gifting them. The smile on Lady Seto's face is as sincere as it ever is when attending to business. Staying where she is and not approaching the mostly naked Saiyan Prince whose territory she is invading Lady Seto performs an act that has taken her days of travel to sum up the will to do. For all her greatness she bows down low in formal greeting to this foreign and hostile dignitary and introduces herself. Rising from that ordeal she can tell that her act is not fully fooling the minds of either Washu or Vegeta. Brushing her hair back in place she spends a few seconds admiring the landscape and keeping them waiting for her. A gust of air sweeps across the lake and shudders the forests, Vegeta shall not be ignored again by her.

"Neither of us hold any love or want of it for the other so this terrible charade shall cease before I suffer any embarrassment of being called out on it. As I am sure Dr Hakubi has made all of you aware I have had a misfortune. A mistake has been made through an oversight on my part. The dragon Porunga is a marvel to behold and that power is one I see no reason for Saiyans to monopolise or hold any rightful claim to, however Porunga holds a flaw through its wish granting being only possible through Namekian language. This … language of an asexual species holds no gendered nouns or pronouns for me to use, and as such led to this mistake occurring. Furthermore the data I had access to led me to believe that natural deaths could not be undone and this manner of death was one I apparently incorrectly assumed was natural. Porunga does not hold the great wisdom of Tsunami it seems, childbirth is not a murder at the hands of a child in my opinion. Do with my gift as you see fit - with the one who should not be here."

Following her long spiel explaining how she came into this position but none of the why, Seto slowly bends and presses a button on the pod. It hisses and starts to decompress and heat up for its release cycle. It may give the game away but for safety's sake Seto takes a few paces back. Her onlookers are watching.

"Believe me that I did not intend for this. Wishing for a peace treaty with yourself and the faction you represent Lord Vegeta I considered to be something that you would not hold yourself to nor legitimise. It would be worthless paper bred in an illegal manner. As such my options turned to replacing your signature with another. Only one Saiyan I knew of could be deemed as either political or diplomatic. It is sad to say that I did not get him. Instead … It is a shame, but instead I got her …How she was deemed the true ruler of your lot I do not see Porunga's reasoning." Seto wearily shakes her head as she lays out her carefully laid plan that fell at a hurdle beyond her control.

She had wanted to wish for and hold King Vegeta imprisoned until he was forced to sign a surrender to Jurai. This woman has destroyed her plans in their entirety and left her little option but to cast this stone into the lake and watch what ripples she can use to lure out Kagato. The lid of the pod opens and Vegeta's stance shifts immediately to one for defence. Lady Seto can definitely make use of this predicament even if she never intended for this path to be walked. The want was there initially to use wishes to deal with Kagato directly but his own personalised dimensions keep him outside the range of Porunga and so this is her weapon to use now which she predicts shall strike a strong blow in a double-edged fashion.

Gagging and spluttering come from the opened pod as air fills lungs that have been without for decades. A small hand weakly wafts in the air and takes a few seconds to find and hold the edge of the pod she finds herself in. A tail raises out and grabs the opposing side. Sparks of ki ignite over her body. With effort she hauls herself into a seated position. A petite woman sits in the pod confused and recovering from death. Her tail wraps about her waist as Vegeta's unconsciously unfurls and sticks out from his body.

Dressed in but the black and sleeveless skintight under-armour of her battle uniform her defined build is clear to all onlookers – bar Kaia who this person is too far away from for her to decipher. Though only sat up it is obvious she is shorter than Vegeta and holds the musculature of a warrior like him. Short and wild black spiked hair is damp and matted about her face. Coughing constantly she wipes at her face with uncoordinated movements. Unfocused black eyes blankly try and work out her surroundings.

Queen Vegeta has been resurrected.

Upon sight roars of fury spout from Washu as a hellish wrath overtakes her. All directed at Seto she yells at this betrayal and how unacceptable this is. Vegeta she is fine with as he was born after her race's extinction. This woman was not. This female Saiyan is a main contributing factor to the loss of her planet, the loss of her people and she knows how many of her friends and family this butcher personally executed. The Queen has Tuffle blood on her hands and Washu shall not see her as an ally nor a gift. Yamcha is forced to hold back the enraged Washu at the sight of this struggling woman woozily swaying and clambering as best as she can from this pod. Seto nods in satisfaction at this response. If the more reasonable of the two Tuffles loses herself to emotion over Queen Vegeta then she feels safe assuming that Kagato shall not stay silent in this. He shall be lured out by this aggravating bait and take action.

Following close to 40 years of death there is plain and wary confusion on the Queen's face. Her struggles to escape the pod come to an end as she sprawls out onto the grass of Earth. Vegeta tells his son to stay put and walks up to the other of his name. Strength is returning to the Queen. This planet has weak gravity for her and with her coordination and senses kicking back into gear she manages to force herself to stand at her full 5 feet of height. Prince Vegeta stands before Queen Vegeta. This is his mother that save for the recordings of his past he would only see as a stranger. A foul and pervasive stench fills his nostrils in her vicinity that has him rubbing at his nose.

" … Where? … What's going on, my King?" Even confused her voice holds a harsh severity to it as she looks up at this familiar face before her. The last she can recall is death's grip on her and muddled nightmares that lasted an eternity. She lurches a step forward and Vegeta finds himself taking one back.

"Not King, I am Prince Vegeta." The son clears up the confusion in this strange and short woman, his lengthening stubble aiding in his similarity to his father.

An anxious tension grips the woman. With as much dexterity as she can muster she leaps back from him and lowers her body closer to the ground. The first thing on her mind is danger. The Queen immediately asks her firstborn if his intentions are to kill her. Vegeta shakes his head and declines, he would not fight a Saiyan in her state and her godawful reek is leaving him little want to engage her in combat. His tail remains stuck out clear from his body. She smirks.

"Give it a few days and that smell will clear with my passing pregnancy. Though, it leaves me ample opportunity to beat you back into place so watch your back." She lunges forward and delivers a kick to his gut with a laugh that cuts off short when there is no flinch nor recoil from her son.

Having died during childbirth she has been resurrected in full health yet with a body in a post-natal state. The pheromones that Washu had planned on concocting for Vegeta's mating season are permeating naturally in heavy quantities from the Queen and those males with Saiyan blood cannot stand its foul odour, nor raise a hand against her. Luckily her re-entry to life has healed the tearing and bleeding so that a kick is possible without discomfort, however with that movement the Queen does realise her laden breasts are sensitive in preparation to wean the child that killed her.

For taking her attack she nods in satisfaction at her child. She explains it will be useless anyway for him to strike her down for her title is Queen, the strongest female Saiyan, and unless her son becomes a daughter then he cannot claim it even upon her death. The Queen does remember something she hates as she looks at and talks to her child. She loathes this.

"Prince? You feel no shame in calling yourself the mockery that is Prince Vegeta? Do not besmirch your ancestry that is me with that oxymoron. A Vegeta is the greatest, I am a Vegeta and earnt it unlike yourself, and a Prince by default has to be lesser than the King. You cannot be a Prince Vegeta. Second best, first place of the rest of the losers is all that name has meant and if I had my way you would not have it but for that fool of a King." Purple ki flames around her as hate fills her muddled mind.

Vegeta raises an eyebrow in response. Her approval or disapproval of him is meaningless to him. She knows nothing of who or what he is. Prince Vegeta is who he is and he is lesser to no King, for his father is deceased. He tilts his head back and asks Washu about preparing a healing tank for his mother to wipe out her smell. At this the Queen begins to devilishly smile at that familiar name. Her son must have done well to have captured this esteemed prisoner and she leans out to see the pink hair of one of the few Tuffles to survive the extinction she aided.

The rage of Washu breaks at the smug look on this murderer. Vehemently she declines any use or access to her facilities to this woman and wishes the return of death upon her swiftly. Butcher, murderer, she hurls insults at the Queen who relishes those names and the accomplishments they pertain to. This aggravates Washu more. Yamcha will not let her get anywhere near this newly risen Saiyan.

"You have prepared quite the feast for me, Prince, you know your place well. It was easier to devour and grind Tuffles between my teeth as a mighty Great Ape, but being this way has not stopped me before. Was it friends or family I ate? Though it is not as if your side and the weapons you pedalled were much of an improvement on my tactics." Fangs show as the Queen threatens and taunts this remnant she has a want to remove. Many of her own comrades fell at the hands of guns and weapons made by this Washu, her war would have been won decisively without this scientist and her interference. Saiyan hunger always finds alternatives on the battlefield.

With the last two females of their respective races glaring death at the other something takes the eye of Queen Vegeta. In her periphery she spies the others and one above all else fills her field of view. Her Saiyan blood boils. Veins pop on her forehead. This abomination shall not defile the area around her. She shall rid this world of the weak that should perish. Saiyan instinct and indoctrination controls her movements. In a flash she is off with the intent to kill. Her target is the disabled Kaia. As a streak of purple she flies true towards Kaia as the pirate carrying her hastily ignites her sword.

Bright violet spawns as a wall to protect Ryoko and Kaia. An almighty thunderclap sounds out and after a sickening crack and an agonised scream. Ki flows strong through Vegeta and purges his body of the foreign entity that is the pheromone and smoke trails out of his nostrils as one hand burns the smell out and stops it entering. His other hand is raised and pointing at his mother. One flick is all it took. Crashing full speed against the summoned barrier the Queen begins to bend backwards to an unnatural degree until she collapses heavily on the floor with her spine in an angle it should not be. Two of her vertebrae are no more after Vegeta's flick. Spasms of pain take her and her severed spinal cord paralyses her from the waist down. Her screams delight the ears of Washu, looking on smug at her foe.

Down and writhing on the floor has not taken her out of the equation. The Queen has ki and despite the pain destroying her mental discipline she can still blast all before her. The violet barrier becomes a dome about her and contains her attacks. She landed twisted. It is a hellish pain that burns in stark contrast to the numb of her unmoving lower half. Over the shield stands her son. She is subdued but he cannot release her in this state. Vegeta threatens her in a way she as a Saiyan shall understand. He transforms into a Super Saiyan and looks down on his weak mother of an era long past.

All her motions stop as the being of gold consumes her thoughts and mind. Shocking blue eyes stare down at her with wordless threat and her words of how he should not have been able to attack her are lost. The Queen can feel the pressure from that energy as his aura burns bright to intimidate her. Even though she has never witnessed it before she knows this myth when she sees it. This is a Super Saiyan. Her mouth open in shock and pain twists upwards into a smile. The black pupils in her eyes dilate and a great heat enters into her blood. Instead of calming down there is tempest of excitement bubbling within her and her movements become agitated and eager. She wants to face that power and take it for her own. Greed for power is all she can think of.

Darkness takes the Queen's mind as Vegeta knocks her out with another concussive blast and descends down to his base state. He rolls his shoulders and dispels the shield since he can sense she shall not wake up. Bending down he goes to straighten out her posture and spine and then he takes one whiff of her scent and backs away. Touching her with that stink is strictly off limits and ingrained deep in his natural instincts. Looking to his son he sees that even Trunks is acting adverse to her odour. With his head already turned he faces Ryoko and introduces her to his mother. She blinks a few times then cocks her head to the side.

"I ain't calling both of you Prince or Queen. The hell shall I do that you got the same name?" Ryoko asks as she continues to hold tight to Kaia. The response she gets is that his mother held a name before her coronation as a Vegeta so once he squeezes that information from her then the issue of names will be sorted and he shall be the one true Vegeta.

He hears movement from his house. The placated Juraians casually getting dressed for what they presume to be a meeting with Lady Seto erupted into screams. Vegeta fires off two manacles of ki to bolt Seto firmly to the floor and despite her control over her demeanour he sees the momentary panic and fear in her face. Washu seizes this opportunity to march up and confront Seto on this when she has no way of escape. Reinforcements to her side soon appear and join as Azusa sees the surprise guest. Misaki is quick to go to Kaia's side for defence. Gratitude is offered from Kaia to her defender. That was the Saiyan welcome she always feared. Seto tries to explain how she hoped for the cunning and political leader of the Saiyans and without being able to specify gender got this barbarian by mistake – her want was for peace. Meekly in the background Ayeka stands guarding her sister. That could be her future mother-in-law.

Instant Transmission takes both Vegetas away as the son forces himself under duress to touch his mother. They appear on Kami's lookout. Vegeta barks for Dende to come and heal his mother and gives some brief answers to the confused Namekian guardian. Dende questions the safety of him healing this woman. Vegeta stands there and crosses his arms glaring down at Dende and the answer as to how safe it is is answered; crossing Vegeta will be a worse option. One major wound is all she has and so it takes Dende little to no time to repair her spine and retreat to a safe distance as she begins to stir.

Over her stands the child she can see the familial resemblance in but does not know. She moves her toes and feet to test and then springs to her feet. The Queen drops into a fighting stance. This man is unknown to her bar his blood he shares with her. With that golden power she can be killed.

"I stand as head of the family. Do you challenge my power to take that role?" Not to appear too defensive she takes a half step forward.

Vegeta's arms remain crossed as he shakes his head. He knows what is going through his mother's mind. This nightmare tortured him for years. It mentally broke him that simple sight of gold on Namek. The advent of the Super Saiyan has come and she is not part of it. Her power is nothing. Her strength is meaningless as are her many years of attaining it. That frustration he sees building in her eyes. Vegeta has no want to fight someone so weak. It ate away and destroyed him when Goku held this power over him and now it shall do the same to his freshly revived mother. This chasm dividing them she cannot close. The Queen charges and holds a blast in one hand pointing at him and he does not budge. He can empathise with the psychological damage this is causing in her. The Queen discharges the blast and takes a second to brush her black hair to the right hand side and out of her face as she wraps her tail as tight as she can about her body. She knows the outcome but for her Saiyan blood and heritage she has to do this.

"... You are my firstborn, right?" Clarification is needed. She has never seen her second child and this is a full grown adult Saiyan so for all she knows this could be either she gave birth to. The name of her second child was not something she survived to hear.

"Yes. The prodigal son. As to my want to fight you, I eclipsed your power only a few years after your death and now I hold the mantle of the legendary warrior. There is no fight to be had here." Vegeta nods and spells it out for her.

Her first impacts into his skull. Her knee sharply follows it into the bridge of his nose and she flips over onto the other side of him and grabs his tail. It is not fully trained yet but even so only those of sufficient strength can cause pain through this weakness, and she is not strong enough. After a few seconds of attacking his tail she disengages and leaps back. She is feverish to fight but from that brief encounter her psyche is becoming undone. Just like Frieza she cannot touch his power. Even with the King she could hurt him and spar on close to even terms. Her son turns about to face her and uncrosses his arms. With wounded pride in her eyes she nods at him.

Queen Vegeta begins first as her rage at a Saiyan overpowering her fuels her power. That same face she could not overpower is back to haunt her. Cataclysmic crashes of purple lightning rain out from her as she powers up until a a pulsating aura of deep purple enshrouds her. This is the height of her power without a full moon – 10,000 give or take. The prince takes a second to consider her power and think on why Porunga did decide her as the Saiyan monarch to resurrect as she should still be beneath his dead father in terms of raw strength. There is no smirk on his face as he undoes his mother with this act of revelation she demands.

Super Saiyan dazzles her. Before she can inspect and judge his power he goes beyond and does it another time again to the zenith of ascension.

"Super Saiyan. 3" Vegeta states.

For the next few minutes he roars and charges up as steadily as he can to his maximum power without demolishing the lookout. Her aura is all but extinguished before his radiance. It is hard for her to remain stood where she is under so much intense pressure from him and the very breath feels driven from her lungs. This is breaking all that she knows. There was never a legend beyond a Super Saiyan. That power should not be possible. Her eyes fall blank for a moment as what she thought she knew crumbles into dust like Planet Vegeta. To top it off Prince Vegeta takes to the skies and as she turns to watch him fly away he is before her again and she cannot maintain her footing against the gale he brings. Catching herself in flight she hovers and agitated pants come from her. He circumnavigated this planet in little to no time.

"I can maintain this form for a good few hours, though if I am going all out that time will decrease. Without transforming I can defeat Frieza however-"

Queen Vegeta's fists strike him again and interrupt his speech. It impacts to the same effect as all previous attacks. A nervous dread grips her, this is an inescapable death looking at her. She roars in fury and strikes again. Her son watches without moving. The Queen's efforts in proving herself dig a deeper pit for her despair. After a minute of her relentless onslaught Vegeta descends back down to base form and looks at her with a nonplussed boredom at humouring what she deems an attack. Her fists falter.

"Much time has passed. Do you recall my age when you died?" Prince Vegeta steps away from her to the edge of the lookout and sits down at the precipice.

"Pregnancies are annoying enough to not slip my mind. 3 or 4, and Frieza's slave is what you were before … I have been brought back to life?" Reluctantly the Queen steps over to her son and stands behind him and wary of his grand power. She has no answers to the questions circling her head. All she knows is she woke up in a cold casket after dying during childbirth. Since this is her child she knows that many years have gone.

"Yes, Lady Seto of Jurai abused the power of the dragonballs to bring you back to life – these are seven orbs of Namekian origin that when gathered can grant wishes and then fall inert for a period of time."

"Jurai … And you have Washu serving yourself. Prizes of conquest? Did you wish yourself your power and with that overthrow all others?"

This is the sole explanation that makes sense to the weird scene that greeted her rebirth. No-one can naturally attain such power as he holds so a wish must be it. Unless Jurai was under his thumb then they would not resurrect her. She steps closer to him with one of her feet going purposefully onto his tail. Dominance has to be hers. A long sigh comes from Vegeta. He shakes his head.

"At one point in time my goal was something like that. My power is … I have sacrificed much to gain this, I train everyday until my body breaks using a room that produces intense gravity fields and combat simulations." He catches himself before stating that this power is his alone. Bulma's death shall not go without the acknowledgement that is the least she deserves. If he wanted to wish for immortality he could do like his younger self wanted yet with the death of Frieza his need for it has gone.

"With Jurai under your thumb then when did you defeat Frieza?" An eagerness enters the Queen's speech. She leans over her estranged son and clips his ear at the delay in his answer to his Queen. "You boasted you could defeat him, he is vanquished correct?"

"Frieza is long dead as is King Cold, that empire has collapsed. We are the technical leaders of the Planet Trade Organisation right now. However, you are not the only Saiyan royalty to have been exhumed with the dragonballs. I was not the one to defeat him." The proud prince half growls out this explanation.

Purple flashes out from behind him and a blow strikes the back of his head.

"You were born for that singular purpose and you failed! I did not carry you for that shameful death! You died to Frieza-"

"Was your killer not my younger brother? Neither of us hold a right to our scars but my deaths are from combat unlike yourself." In an instant Prince Vegeta is stood tall looking down on his short and weak mother. With a weak pulse of ki he reminds the Queen how her aggression can end.

Thin brows furrow. This is a fresh insult to her. Years of fighting and war. Her memorial is a dishonourable demise at the hands of a newborn. It stings. The child she would not give up to the incubation chambers for fear of its safety murdered her like a weakling. She wipes harshly at her face and lets out a low growl herself. Her growing weakness cannot be made visible.

" … Zarbon was the one who injured me and drove me into premature labour. If my first child stands here as a Super Saiyan then where would I find my second? Where is my other child?"

" He died along with the rest."

Silence comes from the Queen. Her mouth hangs agape. Her child she can so distinctly remember giving life to cannot be dead. Her death was ultimately meaningless for her child - her own killer - she protected did not survive. She failed in her duty. One death should not matter to her. He said 'rest'. As Queen she should be surrounded by more than one Saiyan. She aided the extermination of the Tuffles. The Queen is well aware and fearful of what that 'rest' could mean.

"Rest? What war would this have been? You call yourself Prince so my King should still be alive somewhere." Hope exists for her. She grabs onto Vegeta's bare chest for these answers she needs. Desperation is clear in her eyes.

"King Vegeta did not perish with the rest, no. He was murdered first. By Frieza's own hand. And I stepped over his corpse at 5 to watch as Frieza destroyed our planet." He takes no pleasure in relaying this news. Vegeta solemnly hangs his head. "We Saiyans number 3 now, you being the sole female."

2 fingernails breaks off from Queen Vegeta's hands gripping her son. Her pitch black eyes lose focus. The tail about her waist begins to droop. Her whole life's work was to fight for a home for her people, to give the Saiyans a chance to begin again, and she achieved the shallowest of victories. The war she won has been lost. There is nothing left.

Great pain seizes her. As heartless as she is there were comrades in arms and friends she had on Planet Vegeta. They were all killed by Frieza. A child of hers slaughtered like she slaughtered Tuffles. There is just emptiness. Her King is gone. Her mate has been killed and she cannot even aim to avenge him for she is so late that it has already been done. He was hers and she was his. The eternal goal of hers was to best him. He did all the ruling of the Saiyan political system for her, and she hated his cowardice in bending the knee to Frieza but she always deeply respected and admired her King – the man she fought for and won the privilege of becoming his Queen. She is now the de-facto head of this shrunken family.

Tiles shatter and the lookout trembles as the Queen howls out a blood-curdling cry of anger and loss. The purple light show about her flares wildly as she holds like a vice onto her only remaining child. Everything has been taken from her. Even now she has but one thing not stripped from her as a Saiyan. No tears or countenance of weakness shall shame her face. This is all she has left after her strength has been ridiculed. Rage and fury is all that is allowed to her. Snarling, she pushes against the limits of her power. All she has done is left one hell to enter a new one. The Queen of nothing empties her lungs in a tremendous below and headbutts against the solid chest of the only Saiyan she knows.

"They were weak, and so they died." She seethes out as an excuse to no-one. "I-"

Her earliest memories are of lengthy voyages on the amalgamated caravan of raided vessels that transported the Saiyan survivors only interrupted by short respites of battle to resupply and even then they were led by the man who was her King. He kept them together and beat them in line so that they survived. In no time they would have splintered and fallen without his leadership. He was unmatched in battle and led them to a never ending streak of victories. With his intrigue and power even the Tuffles fell to his strength. All her life her goal was to succeed his power. Through her youth and teenage years she made a name for herself and was finally acknowledged by the King himself. She fought side by side with him in the war. She was the only Saiyan in all those years who was worthy of him to take during his mating season, she was the only one he saw as a true Saiyan and she was not there to fight with him at the end. Her death was not becoming for him. All her faith in her race's success lay in his hands.

"I am the ruler of the Saiyan's now! Challenge me for this title if you dare." Alone, without her mate, she seizes the cold and abandoned throne.

"... I did not think you would hold such emotions as an elite Saiyan warrior."

"There are no emotions but anger. Silence your tongue, I-I am no heretic to the Saiyan ways."

"Grief is an emotion as dangerous as Frieza-"

"So you are too cowardly to accept my challenge. Fine, that works for me as your words are sounding dangerously non-Saiyan. Do not dare to insult me with those insinuations again. … 3 Saiyans. Is that truly all?" That episode she can only allow herself to classify as rage. The strict Saiyan doctrine shackles her in line. She is the Queen and the sole ruler of Saiyan-kind now, she has no time to be pathetic concerning her mate's death.

"Frieza gathered us all on Planet Vegeta under a ruse, calling back all the warriors, and acted on his growing fears of the legendary Super Saiyan and our might. I was at his side then, spared and kept as a trophy for him to flaunt. Apart from myself there were a few more to survive. Dead now. You probably recall Nappa."

"General Nappa, what became of him? Is he the other survivor?" That name she knows, that warrior she can work with being a survivor.

"Not General, in Frieza's army he was just a soldier like the rest. And no. He was under my command as I worked for Frieza for many years. Then when we first landed on this planet he suffered a humiliating defeat and was left shamefully paralysed. I allowed him a few more seconds of life before finishing him off myself."

The Queen relents in her grip of her son realising herself and steps back. A look of thought crosses her face. Nappa was killed for a disability he moments ago inflicted on herself. He should hold no bias with her being the one who birthed him.

"More shame to put on my shoulders under the heavy weight of your transformations. You are a Vegeta if your first actions are to further my ridicule." To be spared like that in a fight she can only see as a grave dishonour. Not enough to push her to Zenkai but by far enough for him to show complete dominance over her limited power. He kept her alive, and then the Queen sees a logical alternative that has her snarling in disgust. "Am I too valuable to be slain for my weakness?"

"... Myself and Nappa came to this planet after a low class subordinate of ours died here at the hands of another Saiyan he was tasked with recovering and we learnt of the dragonballs that reside on this planet. Raditz died here, slain by his brother. This Saiyan inhabitant is low class. His name is Kakarot. I could not kill him in personal combat due to his techniques and allies. He ascended to the transformation first. He was the one who defeated Frieza. … And he I shall fight as equals as Super Saiyan 3s in a tournament." He ignores her question and continues getting her up to speed.

"Low class? No. … This is my fate?" Distaste is clear on her face and with a loud hiss she turns about and marches away from her son.

Prince Vegeta is unclear as to what has got her reacting so to simple information on Goku. He watches her storm away in a foul mood and Dende and Mr. Popo scatter away from her. This is a foreign land for her with a lot of information to take in. At the far end of the lookout from where he is she comes to a stop and sits down, curled up and unfurls her tail. With an anxious tension in her body she starts meticulously grooming the fur in her tail.

After several minutes of her doing this she exhales a deep sigh and looks to the sky. Several blasts of frustration are shot up at the offending star. The Queen stands and marches back over to her son with as much dignity as she can muster.

"This Kakarot can go Super Saiyan 3, and freed our race from Frieza where you failed?" Her voice is raised as she half shouts this question.

"Those are the facts. He might be of lower birth than us however his prowess on the field of battle is unmatched. I despise him as a person but as a Saiyan his ability in a fight has earnt my respect. He is my motivation to grow my strength and surpass his ever increasing power." Vegeta nods.

"And besides yourself, who is my child, there are no other Saiyans alive?"

"None that we know of."

" … Take me to Kakarot for me to face." The Queen demands in a cold voice.

Vegeta declines and begins to reason that the power she holds cannot challenge him and thus cannot challenge his rival. There is no point in her wasting her time in fighting with Goku where the outcome is predetermined. There is shame haunting her eyes. This is hurting her to ask and she is trying desperately to keep her rage in check. Her eyes glower death at her son who told her this information she has to deal with.

"Shut. It. … This is abominable. I detest it all. My- the King is dead. What choice is left to me? There are no other Saiyans. None else I do not hold a blood relation to." The Queen interrupts herself with a harsh roar. " Take me to whom shall have the highest honour of becoming my new mated partner!"

Prince Vegeta understands now. He gets what her line of enquiry was about and why her emotions broke over the information on Goku. Both view this simple idea with disgust, and he visibly recoils at the mention of it. For the Queen of all Saiyans Goku is the last viable man left alive of her race. She has neither option nor choice, her hand is being forced and murder is not too far from her mind at this prospect. This is the value she was referring to. She is the only female Saiyan in existence, and the only chance there is for another generation of pure Saiyans; why else would she be resurrected than to serve this purpose?

Infuriated fists and feet pound her silent son. This is not a question she wants to ask, or debase herself to. Her duty as a Saiyan and the responsibility she holds as Queen is larger than this. With her current low level of power she is in no place to decline for she does not know this Kakarot or what would happen to her if she tried to decline a Super Saiyan 3. Once his mating season comes about she will not be able to defend his advances if she can survive. Logically, and as a Saiyan, it is an upgrade for her as her previous partner she has just found out is dead was so much lower on the spectrum of power that all Saiyans judge themselves by. This is a punishment to her for how shameful she lost her life.

The Queen roars again for him to take her to meet and challenge Kakarot. Vegeta barks at her to put a hand on him so he can teleport her – as her stench is too strong for him to voluntarily take her hand. In a petty manner she tries to make her grip as painful and uncomfortable as it can be.

Vegeta has a trump card in this. As horrendous as this prospect is he agrees. He has told his mother about Goku being alive. However, there is one powerful being he has omitted. She does not know of the great danger lurking in that household. He will take her there and she will meet her downfall. He can do this knowing of her ensured failure. Chichi exists.