Chapter 105

The barrel of a high calibre revolver stares back at the black void of her own eyes. 3 guards continue to try to push this prisoner to her knees and she does not buckle in the slightest. In his hand the gun wavers and wobbles. She knows those hesitations, those doubts, the anger and the emotions filling him and how telling the spotless rifling of this firearm is. Her confidence is resolute. This threat to her is meaningless. Having done many shows of power herself she can tell how hollow this is. Men wanting your death do not capture you alive nor do they heal your wounds. He does not have the guts to kill her, not without proper cause. She moves her head to press against the gun and he moves the gun back. Queen Vegeta raises an eyebrow unimpressed.

Behind her are her fellow prisoners escorted and protected by a cautiously large squadron of armed guards. Before her is the frighteningly serene face of Mikumo. Tells exist of his inner rage that she can spy. His hold on his revolver is needlessly tight. His body rigid and tense. She darts her head to the side. A shot rings out and ricochets off the floor. Her jaw clamps onto the barrel, she tilts her head and warps the weapon just enough so that it is useless. The deafening report of the weapon dies out and a terrified sound comes from Misaki.

"A genetic disposition to collateral damage?" The Saiyan Queen purrs out as she takes her lips from the smoking gun.

A revolver smashes into the bridge of her nose and fails to do any damage. Behind Queen Vegeta one of the guards releases her and lets go as the bullet grazes his thigh, he grabs at his wound and others come to escort him to the medical ward. Prince Vegeta shakes his torso and a crushed piece of metal falls from his prisoner's fatigues. Basic munitions cannot pierce his hide. His mother without care that her actions caused him to be in the direct line of fire. There is alarm in Ryoko's eyes at the shooting of Vegeta.

In age his blonde hair has greyed and thinned, his blue eyes sharp only through emotion and the many wrinkles on his face reveal his advanced age. Mikumo exhales a snort from his nose and his thin lips curl in a grimace at this taunting face before him. By human standards he appears to be in his late 50's and his height is in the high end of 5 foot and this is substantially taller than this Saiyan Queen. His garb is a simple black shirt and white trousers. He drops the spent revolver on the floor. Weathered hands come up and hold his face.

"You have me bury my child whilst scouting for your own-"

"Silence yourself if all you are planning to do is lie to your weakened mind. Is your end goal not our entire destruction at the hands of Frieza? You want for mine and my bloodline's death so in that I acted justly. That is what happens when you challenge the great Vegetas, you lose, and I was not the aggressor nor an active participant of that girl's death. The shot came from your side and pierced Prince Vegeta. The knife was her own. If you want to play by Saiyan rules and act as our mighty race does, then embrace all of its consequences. Your weakness doomed you to fail." Cutting him down to the core she hisses at this self pitying and grief stricken father. Rifles dig into her back as she verbally assaults him. Her falsehood of innocence hurts him deeply as therein lies the worst truth about the death of one of his children.

Misaki quietly shakes her head in the background as she watches the fragile remnants of this man crumble before her. Washu's son is torn down under the evil of Queen Vegeta. One daughter killed by the other and the survivor brutalised. The worst part of all this is that from glancing at Prince Vegeta's face she can only see simple acceptance of this, the horrors and death he does not rebuke. Mikumo staggers backwards a few paces and collapses heavily into one of the few chairs in this small and improvised meeting room. Words spoken now mean a continuation of a dialogue he wants gone.

Minutes pass as this silent shell of a man contemplates. Ryoko shifts within her restraints. Queen Vegeta smiles arrogantly at a victory she is confident shall come. The guards look to their commander for instructions of what to do with this prisoners out of their cells and if they should return them.

"Tuffle, are you familiar with Dr. Washu Hakubi?" Prince Vegeta cuts through the silence with no tact or care for this father, he wants progress. "You should for she is the cause of all of this. She owes me her life, as do a lot of people, and she is your birth mother."

" … I do not have the energy to go along with your words, demon. I know who my mother is. I know who raised me. Whoever this Washu is, she is not her." As an old man grieving over the horrors that befell his children he does not hold any want to listen to these accusations. The name Washu he might have heard before but there is no face he can put to it. Nothing said here will change who his mother was. "You have 10 hours until a monster known as Frieza arrives and we hand you over to him. Expecting basic dialogue from you murderers was-"

"Expecting your pitiful lives to be spared by conceding to him is a far greater mistake. You have evacuated a planet. It is his to take now, and he does not share his possessions with natives." Vegeta growls back.

"Our chances of survival are higher with you Saiyans behind bars and the appeasement of Frieza on our side than otherwise. … Your allies shall meet the same fate, there is no escape from this planet."

"I understand survival at any cost, I enjoy that philosophy myself, however it is not the Tuffle way. Far from it. Our allies include Juraian royalty and a Galaxy Police officer, turning against them you side yourself directly with the tyrant Frieza. Examine the records of myself from when I was in the healing tank and you shall see what befalls even the strong under his reign. What happened to either of your daughter's will become commonplace."

Prince Vegeta takes as much a step as the guards and restraints allow him closer to Mihoshi. His words have little effect on Mikumo. He is resigned to whatever fate shall come. Frieza he does not know of except for the message, the warning, the fear. Jurai and the Galaxy Police also mean nothing to him. His birth is before their introduction to his people. Mikumo silently shakes his head. Vegeta presses against his restraints and shoulders Goku closer towards Misaki. He whispers to Ryoko to get behind him like Mihoshi and she shuffles in compliance.

The final female Saiyan shifts her body marginally. Ramming herself backwards she pushes one rifle away from her back, another in the hands of a guard not paying full attention has to be raised, the third fires as she turns to angle her body. Speckled burns dot her back and hands. Brown fur wiggles free of the blasted restraints. The appendage darts out and takes hold of the rifle's barrel and trigger, turning it from herself and trapping the Tuffle's finger. An alarm blares from the gun's safety mechanism. She falls low and turns the gun still in the guard's hand and opens fire on the other two. They die and their shots miss by a clear margin. Standing back up so this guard blocks her from those behind she has one more shot fire and free her legs. Black eyes dance like demons over his shoulder as she bites into his neck to sever a main artery.

Slowly bleeding out and panicked the guard gets kicked to face his fellow Tuffles. Hesitation to shoot their own costs them their lives as her tail opens fire. Piccolo uses his last resort and lengthens his left arm and leg, they rip off as the restraints cut through him and now missing one hand and foot his other limbs are free to act and rolls across the floor for cover. One slight pause comes from Queen Vegeta as the guard she holds bleeds out. Her son covers two potential targets, Goku covers the other. There is temptation to fire at both Saiyans however kicking the hornet's nest in this fashion she needs allies to make her escape and fight alongside. One lone Tuffle survives awestruck and horrified in his seat. A last shot fires into his neck and as the guard she has commandeered bleeds out his rifle deactivates and ejects its magazine.

Gurgling breaths spout from Mikumo as he clasps his hands to his punctured throat. Queen Vegeta lets the body of the guard drop and twirls back to her fellow prisoners with a satisfied smile on her face. Misaki's face is pale with horror and shock and Goku grimaces in rage at this needless killing. One other is free to contest her as Piccolo stands, his weight on his lone remaining foot. The Queen of Jurai's legs give way and she collapses with a harsh murky crimson glow emanating sparking around her momentarily until she blacks out. Mihoshi is quietly backing away in fear out of the room. Mikumo fights for breath and his life as Queen Vegeta stands between him and any hope of being saved.

Nothingness consumes the world. The world, the air, all light and noise and smells cease as void becomes all. Their bodies begin to freeze and burn in this unnatural abomination of a state. Several long seconds later grateful lungfuls of air are taken as a breathable atmosphere returns and deafens them. Ground blinks into existence beneath their feet. Vegeta feels an arm reaching out for him and takes it, Ryoko grabbing both his tail and arm as this frightening world of darkness envelops her vision. Ears ringing he cannot hear if she is speaking. Once their ears recover a dim light begins to glow until it brightens to the same level of sunlight they were just in.

They remain in the same room. They remain without ki. No Tuffle bodies lie on the floor. No noise comes from outside the building of a bustling army. There is no sign of Mihoshi either and their restraints are likewise gone. The simulation remains and the elements making it dangerous for Washu and them are removed.

"You killed them-"

"Yes and you are welcome. That went far smoother than I thought possible. They admitted they only planned for our death and a little motivation was all it took to get that butcher Washu doing her job." Queen Vegeta interrupts Goku. Murder is nothing to her and she is justified in them wanting for her own death at the hands of Frieza. Now they have freedom and so for her the ends justify the means – and she needs little to justify those means.

Piccolo steps up towards her. She looks at his missing hand and foot and grins. He regrows his missing body parts with a roar and that grin lessens.

"So tell me your great plan for victory." She sneers at the looming Namekian.

"Not one that nearly gets the world around us deleted." Piccolo shakes his head in disdain at her reckless behaviour that could have cost them all their lives. He raises a fist and then unfurls it and looks on in disgust at this woman. She is not worth striking over this, he will not give her what her Saiyan blood yearns for, he disregards her as a foe and shows her disrespect.

Ryoko and Goku go and check on the fainted Misaki. Queen Vegeta's eyes peruse this downed woman with abject disappointment; a power that arises through emotion and stress but only at points that this woman's mind cannot handle means she shall be hard pressed to draw it out. She checks her burnt hands from the point blank laser shot.

"Mother, with the Tuffles and assumedly all their items gone what is your plan now concerning sustaining ourselves? I hope you realise that from now Washu will be in no state to aid us – we leave that to either Kakarot's son or Missy's mother Seto." Vegeta gruffly points out that instead of being murdered by Frieza their chances of death are still high from dehydration.

"You grow body parts right? I'm sure the rest of us can make do from them for long enough." A threatening solution is posed towards the regenerating Namek. "At least there is no Frieza to contend with-"

Fuzzes of static pass over the textures of the walls. The air hums for a moment. Dropping to the ground in the middle of all of them is a small digital clock and a message underneath. The clock counts down from 10 hours. The note announces Lord Frieza's imminent arrival. Queen Vegeta shuts up. Her solution has been partially undone. With Washu out of the picture following her son's brutal murder Kagato has the freedom to interact with his trap and reset the only element that he needs. The Tuffles existed for Washu's demise, and that is complete, now all he requires is the extermination of all within this simulated dimension. For good measure the temperature rises by 5C to increase their need for water.

Queen Vegeta curses. That takes the wind out of her sails. Their inevitable execution persists only now they are no longer detained. She starts to walk out the room without a word. Goku and Piccolo look to the other. Misaki is picked up by Goku and the party leave following her since there is no reason for them to be here and keeping her in sight will make it easier to possibly protect Misaki from any potential assassination attempts.

Hours later after having fruitlessly searched for any other source of food, water or fuel they seek refuge in a 3 storey concrete house at the edge of the city limits. They are all thirsty, the Saiyans are hungry and the sunlight is dimming. Misaki refuses to go anywhere near Queen Vegeta, and this pleases the Saiyan for the message concerning any peace treaty has come across loud and clear. Piccolo keeps a watchful eye on the killer and stands guard over her. The two male Saiyans have one main past-time to occupy themselves and so they spar together in this ki-less environment. Queen Vegeta yearns to join in the fighting however her stench deters them from entering combat with her. She does not sit alone though. With one Vegeta occupied Ryoko decides it will be beneficial for her to see if she can get on the good side of Queen Vegeta – her view so far on this woman who screams and cries in prison is pitifully low. As the day fades away Ryoko informs Queen Vegeta to the best of her ability about the 40 years that she has missed. Questions are thrown towards the other Saiyans for clarification and brusque answers are given.

By morning's light, if the countdown is true, they shall awaken to Frieza. Goku and Vegeta are tiring from their bout with no ki to back them up and Misaki has already retired for the night to one of the bedrooms within this house. The light is getting dark and so at the first signs of the Saiyans wanting to stop Ryoko approaches Vegeta. Her want he knows and has accepted. He follows her lead outside of the house and in the late dusk they climb onto the flat roof of this building. Vegeta sits himself down and looks up. These are the stars he was born under but cannot recall. He looks to the slightly reflective feline eyes of Ryoko and can see clear hesitation.

Ryoko sits beside him. There is little light beyond the stars for this planet does not often hold a large amount of moonlight. He quietly says her name and he sees a seriousness pass over her face. Slowly her hand approaches his and goes to hold it.

"I don't want you to think I'm joking, you know I'm not really in that mood and – it ain't a good time for either of us. Vegey, a smart guy like you must be able to work it out... You, and me, maybe our last night..." Ryoko's eyes implore him with a fear and desire.

Vegeta stiffens and sits upright and more alert. He has not given thought to that. The defeatist attitude of impending death he does not agree with, yet at this point their fate is out of their hands. He hears what she is asking. He hears her trepidation around it, her caution towards him. If they are to die can he do this for her.

"Death need not be the end for us here-"

"If Kagato can take us out here, and Washu cannot stop him, how do they hold out for the dragonballs? You and Kakarot gone, one of Jurai's queens killed, he just has to mop up the pieces then."

"I hold more faith in my son than yourself … but it is hard to disagree over the risk. The Namekian creators are a weak point, and all he really has to do is steal a single dragonball from either set to stop our resurrection. Our scientists will not be able to combat him through the grief of all our deaths and their failure. Even so, are you sure?"

"I'm not losing my one chance for your love. … C'mon, it's not as if I think I'll be- my fears might come out and it might turn bad. What else is there though? We can't exactly hook up in hell, so give me paradise while I can." An aggression born from desperation and the want for comfort in the dark is showing itself. She holds both his hands whilst kneeling over his legs. Batting her eyelids she makes her wish.

Silence comes from Vegeta. Her vision not dulled by the gloom can make out the few signs of emotion on his face. The hurt, the guilt, all the signs of the ghost he is trying to unshackle himself from. She nods at him, in understanding, and warmly smiles for many bad emotions are running through her.

"... Tell ya what Vegey, I'm not making a move now. Promise me … Promise me that when its sunrise, just before Frieza comes and we ain't escaping, then you and me become lovers." Ryoko softy speaks and plants a kiss on his forehead.

His eyes lock on to something behind her. A disgruntled expression sets in on his face. Ryoko turns to see what is taking his attention from her. Silently stood behind them is Queen Vegeta with a puzzled look.

"It is not his mating season. What are you trying to do?" The young female Saiyan does not understand this situation having stealthily followed to see if they were sneaking off or fleeing somewhere. She looks incredibly confused by this scene.

"FYI, Momma Vegey, these Saiyans only have sex outta their mating season. So that's what we're gonna be doing, so go, now." Ryoko does not like stupid interruptions to this possibly romantic moment.

Even in the dark it is easy for all to see a rapidly growing blush blooming on Queen Vegeta's face. More akin to a Juraian maiden than a psychopathic warrior queen she stiffens and her hands and tail actually move to cover her clothed self, eyes wide with shock and a somewhat feminine embarrassment. Now it is Ryoko's turn to be confused. Queen Vegeta looks down at her son and backs away warily. Hurriedly Queen Vegeta jumps back off the roof of the building. A minute later they hear a loud smack and several shouts at Goku calling him a pervert and such. As a Saiyan she mated, twice, however this thought of sexual intercourse for pleasure or at a time they are not forced to repulses her and leaves her in a state similar to Ayeka after being given basic sex education.

Ryoko turns back to her prince now that revelation to the elder Saiyan is out of the way and she puts her face right next to his so that their noses touch. She smiles expectantly. There is deliberation and thought passing through his mind. She wonders how much of this is to do with weighing up the odds of their demise, how much has to do with his dead wife, how much might concern Ayeka, and out of all that she hopes there is a good part worrying for her and this risqué ask of hers that will hurt both of them. Throughout his silent thought he does not back his head away. It grows darker still and Ryoko finds she has a limited want for waiting in the night.

" … You think about what we should do before Frieza kills us both. I have a counterproposal. You have been privy to my mind, you know of my regrets surrounding Bulma and of her death. Ryoko, you shall not die by Frieza." Black pupils stare back at her.

She offers him warmth and comfort. He offers her an end. Even knowing who Vegeta is she recoils slightly at this statement. She fully knows what he means. He failed in killing Bulma so her natural death stopped her being resurrected, and now he means to spare her from Frieza's torture by a merciful execution. A shiver runs through her as a horrific thought fills her mind. Sex and death. This is as close to a replication of the horrors of the mating season as she can get.

"I shall make it instant and painless, and spare you from any more sadism befalling you. Never in my life have I been trained or taught, though the ways in which I cause pain I have learnt through the many examples of Frieza – and he shall not go easy on you learning of your meaning to myself."

"Meaning?" Ryoko rolls that lone pleasant word over her tongue. She slowly nods. "I'd want to do the same if I could. But I can't, don't think I've got it in me, couldn't kill ya with all my rage never-mind I'm too weak to put you down in any quick way. Go down like a Saiyan, is it?"

"At least I have practise in this endeavour of dying at his hands."

"... Sure. You agree to mine and we have ourselves a promise. Hey, can you try and make it … romantic or tell me you love me when you do it?"

"I have it within my ability to do that for both." He grins at her, a grin full of doubts but that is fine for Ryoko shares those same doubts. "So we count tomorrow as your date then, with all the escalation you wanted."

"Don't big yourself up too much, one love making session is not the be all end all of what I yearn for from my Vegey. Neither is you dying. … This hasn't really put me in a mood for sleeping either, even if the sky is being evil and dark. What now, light of my life, what ya gonna do to help your darling Ryoko?"

"Without power there's only one thing I can do. You've got better eyesight than me, come with me to gather wood for a fire." He sighs resigned to this additional chore as Ryoko wrings out all she can from him.

"To 'help' you? Mmm, I am really liking you obeying me and being kind to your Ryoko like you always should be. I do wanna make this fair though, if we do get out of this, alive and unluckily without any fun, I'll add Momma Vegey to the list of things I'll look after along with Kai-Kai and Trunks."

"I sense trouble from that arrangement but go ahead as I will not. And, please, do not go taking care of her like you do Kaia with dates and cuddling, or attempt any of the like. She will kill you."

She cheekily sticks her tongue out at that suggestion and stands up with Vegeta following suite. Her hand darts out to hold his for she will not leave his side during the night. Ryoko expects to feel more repulsion and disgust at continued contact with him yet the night is winning out as the larger villain, for this she is glad she can at the very least touch the one she loves again after this hard and long day. Being in the suburbs there are gardens and parks close by and though none of the wood is particularly dry it shall have to do for now. Not much wood is needed for a small campfire which needs to only produce light not heat, and only for the duration it takes for Ryoko to fall asleep. Back on the roof Vegeta sets to the task of lighting wood through friction whilst having to entertain a growingly needy Ryoko as the darkness thickens.

Flames burn in their meagre fire. Ryoko sits close and faces the fire. She asks for him to continue his story of being shipwrecked on a hostile world and so he does. Her head comes to rest on his lap, still awake and looking at the fire. Vegeta's story comes to an end as he sits and looks at this woman. Her eyes close after a few minutes. Then, as he expects, the sobbing starts. Fear of confinement, fear of the dark and even a fear of him are now being superseded within Ryoko by this monstrous terror of inescapable death. Vegeta accepted death as a young boy and it has accepted him on a few occasions. He comforts her as best he can however they both know of the damnation that awaits them on the other side and words do little to sway this fear.

Half an hour later she tires of it and wilfully forces herself to get to sleep. The fire is but embers now. Vegeta lays himself down now and she moves up to take her rightful place at his side. With her face next to his he spies her thinking of making a move and then decide against it. Sleep befalls them in each others arms.

An elbow strikes Vegeta in the temple and an arm lazily droops over his face. He awakes in the pre morning gloom to Ryoko's bad sleeping posture. He worms his tail out from underneath Ryoko's legs and wonders what time it is. A questioning face bends over into view. His mother peers down at this strange scene. She threateningly raises a boot over his face but determines not to stomp down since there is no sport as he cannot retaliate. From the floor he asks her how much time until Frieza's arrival. Queen Vegeta does not answer as she looks down at him disapprovingly.

"Where is your guard? To sleep with another is to take shifts in watching for protection. How did you survive being this lax?"

"Truthfully I have become too accustomed to sensing ki in keeping me aware so without it your stealth has bypassed me. However, this is a world devoid of all life but us. I fear nothing here to attack me – save for Frieza's arrival."

Queen Vegeta sits down. Her eyes go to this weird woman sleeping with little care. She questions him at which point the proud Saiyan race became sexual deviants. His answer is a simple one: at the time there were no women who could survive their mating season. This she can accept only in the sense of procreating successfully. She shakes her head. The son does not need her approval. With a smirk he taunts her and informs her his most generous estimate for her to become a Super Saiyan through training is close to 2 years unless she abuses Zenkai. This time her foot does kick him, albeit whilst being seated. The jerking motion and impact wakes Ryoko.

Her aversion to mornings is present. The face of another woman being here she does not want. She rolls over onto Vegeta straddling him and yawns.

"Go time." A sleepy smile is gifted to him.

"I have not been told the time yet Ryoko. Frieza is not here-"

"And how much time do you 'need'? I'm quite happy for you to do foreplay whilst we wait. Momma Vegey, you can go." The predator stalks her prey. This resistance to her advances shall crumble. He has agreed and the factor of time here is far less than the waiting outside this dimension for his choice.

Queen Vegeta is quick to scurry off and away from this scene. A short burst of laughter comes from Ryoko. She takes a deep breath and steels herself. Ryoko grabs the top of her prison fatigues and starts lifting up. Vegeta places his hands on her shoulders and prevents her from undressing.

"I'm done being patient. Now you better be planning to use those hands to help me out of these dirty clothes or you're gonna be having knuckles for breakfast." Devilish intent is sent his way. She goes to goad him to lead on from her example. "Love you, Vegey."

"Don't you plan to do your proper proposal to me first?"

"For your sake I do hope you're stalling here to get in the mood. So which one is on your mind?"

"Neither, Trunks."

"Well he'll just have to look away from whatever screen Washu's watching us from. I'm having you, Vegey. I'm having you right now."

She releases her top. Vegeta looks at her for a few seconds. He then removes her top. Ryoko hungrily licks her lips and crouches down over him, her hair framing his face as she carelessly tears the front of his outfit off. She puts her lips next to his. Her feline eyes intently staring at him. She whispers for him to stop being so hesitant or she will become more forceful. He growls back that she can try as one of his hands goes to the scar on her back, she is about to get impatient when her eyes light up as she feels fur near her waist and his tail toying with the lower half of her clothing. Desperate passion rams into him as a frenzied kiss assaults him. Taste drives her tongue further. Her hands seize and grab at his muscled shoulders and chest and presses her chest against his. The tail tantalizingly makes a few more risqué motions and she feels strength comes into Vegeta's response.

The two become deaf and in pain. A sonic wave blasts over them and the concussion almost sends them flying from the rooftop. Dazed the two urgently jump to their feet expecting a premature Frieza.

Cockily cricking his neck to the side and cracking his knuckles the smuggest child stands blazing in a ruptured fragment of space-time.

"'Sup. Might've taken 25 dimensions but I got it. Gotenks, saviour of all you weaklings, is here! You guys can praise me later."

Before the sunlight of morning a spectacle of dazzling light flares onto the scene. Vegeta smirks in satisfaction for his faith in his son has been rewarded even if fusion had to be used again. From his side he watches a mute Ryoko fish her billowing top from the rooftop and dress, he is glad to see the main emotion on her face to be that of relief and not of disappointment at this inopportune interruption. Gotenks coughs and clears his throat as he has recently done a lot of screaming and yelling to breach these interdimensional rifts. Springing out from the house is Queen Vegeta. This form she recognises from her son. Long hair and no eyebrows, a child can perform Super Saiyan 3. This is the Gotenks she has been told of by Ryoko, the most powerful fighter at this given moment. She wants to get him to defeat this Frieza when he arrives and Gotenks casually shakes his head and urges for them to hurry up and leave as these tears in reality do not stay open forever. The party leave and escape Kagato's trap with a tired and just awaken Misaki in tow.

Immediately upon exiting a man brushes past the Super Saiyan 3 Gotenks and seizes the still devoid of ki Queen Vegeta. He drags her out of Vegeta's house and throws her to the ground by the lake. Black hair, black eyes, scarred face, muscles, for a moment Queen Vegeta almost makes a mistake in this man's identity before it tolls out in her head loud and clear that there are only 2 Saiyan men. She raises an eyebrow out of curiosity at this man with sufficient strength to move her about who was waiting for her in her son's abode.

"Name's Yamcha. Your power level's real low right?" His voice is low as he speaks to her. With a flick of his wrist he sends a ball of ki to her to energise her. As she stands he throws a scouter to the floor by her feet. "It ain't right what I'm about to do but … for what you did to her I can't let this slide. Just to let you know I'm the guy whose gonna be marrying Washu, so grit your teeth."

Confidence fills Queen Vegeta like the gift of ki. She has never held this much power when not being in her Oozaru form. Kicking up the scouter into her hands she scans her own power level. 50,000 is what she is at following Yamcha's ki. The intoxication of power wants to fill her head but she is too smart a fighter to not realise that this fighter gave her this ki and he still has ample to spare. Yamcha waits as she scans his power level and the Queen pauses. 50,000 is nothing to that.

Her son cackles as he strolls out to watch this scene play out. Vegeta laughs to her that Yamcha is one of the weakest fighters he knows that he himself toys with. He then points out that Yamcha's most humbling defeat was still a death at the hands of a Saibaman and not to an unborn child. The Queen stiffens in anger at this humbling insult. Yamcha turns to look at Vegeta to see if he will stop his revenge and the son nods back at him, he shall allow this man to mercilessly beat his mother since in her current state he cannot.

Hands like the fangs and claws of a wolf rip at Queen Vegeta. Before she can move it is over. Yamcha drops his leg on her when she falls crumpled in defeat and breaks her knee. Crouching over her with one knee pressing on her neck he firmly gives her the order to never think of hurting Washu again. She turns her face up to snarl at him in defiance and he performs a solar flare to blind her eyes. He repeats the order and stands. Yamcha checks on Vegeta, the prince does not have sufficient ki yet to challenge him, and his form momentarily vanishes. Not pinned down any-more Queen Vegeta starts to struggle to rise. All that ki gifted to her stripped away.

A foot kicks her over onto her back with no effort and dread fills the woman. She feels the cold prick of an edge and she can see the keen blade in this man's hands resting against the base of her tail. Yamcha finds it difficult to repress his anger as he for a third time demands her to relent and to swear to not harm the one he loves. She tries to move to escape and a small skin deep incision is made through fur. A frantic desperation floods into her motions and her in vain struggles continue to escape the blade. With great defiance she screams up at this man.

"Even without my tail I shall remain a true Saiyan! I shall bow to no-one, I shall not concede and submit like the weakling King."

Yamcha closes his eyes in bitter disappointment and shakes his head. The sword falls from his hands. This is not a threat he can fulfil. The vitriol and warped fury to stoop down to her level and act in as cold a fashion as she can is not something he shall do. Yamcha shall not be dragged down to her level. His point has been made as he turns his back on her. He should not be behaving like this in the first place, hurting her brings no peace to Washu and serves as nothing but a hollow release of anger veiled thinly as justice.

He catches the blade aimed for his back. Queen Vegeta is not one to surrender a fight and growls as he thwarts her throwing of his sword at his open back. The message he thought he has made to her was not clear enough. Yamcha carefully stabs the tip of his blade into her collar on either side and with the flat of the blade internally dislocates her shoulders to fully disarm her. Her screams he does not listen to.

"This is you at 5 times your strength. I got a technique that can multiply my own power 10 times, maybe 20. Stay down. Stay quiet, and stay out of my sight. Before … before it all went down Washu came up with her own revenge." Yamcha shall not mess around with this suicidally stubborn murderer. From one of his pockets he takes out a small folded up piece of paper and places it in one of her hands.

Yamcha stands as she pants and shrieks impotently in the dirt. Turning back to look at the house his audience has grown, and a cold set of black eyes fix him with violent intent.

"Beware how far you tread, worm. Beat on her if you will but she is of my bloodline and I shall suffer no insult." Vegeta warns him that even though he has no love for his mother his own egotistical pride shall protect her from dishonour.

Behind Vegeta a trembling and anxious Misaki worriedly holds onto Goku's sleeve whilst looking about. From ki sensing they can tell that Piccolo is not sticking around for the aftermath. Yamcha knows what Misaki is going to ask and so explains that Washu will not tolerate nor risk Queen Vegeta and if she is nearby then there is no access to her realm. The doorway under Vegeta's stairs is inert, Yamcha and Gotenks came here through flying from the portal in Gohan's residence. Goku nods and raises two fingers to his forehead. Yamcha jogs over and puts a hand on his friend's shoulder and the three vanish to reunite with their loved ones.

Gotenks and Ryoko remain. The pirate who was on the cusp of victory finds awkward butterflies in her gut at this salvation that wrenched her from Vegeta and his quick snap back to his regular actions. She floats over to him and asks if Queen Vegeta shall be OK. He nods and then tells her to follow him with his mother. Vegeta Instant Transmits to the Lookout and shortly after Ryoko teleports with his mother.

The warrior queen is fuming and enraged after her healing at always being defeated and that Ginyu Force level of strength being meaningless. She holds the folded paper tight in clenched fists, unopened and unread. Her son calmly informs her there is no next time for him bringing her to Dende. Vegeta teleports back home. Ryoko teleports back with his mother, which Vegeta did not ask for nor truly want. Before he can say anything his mother rushes into his house and barges into his kitchen as her Saiyan stomach growls nearly as loud as she does. The prince ambles into his kitchen with an eyebrow questioningly raised at this intruder drinking from his tap. In between breaths as she drinks she reminds Vegeta that she had the duty to feed him for a few months and so likewise she expects food in return. The son shrugs and sets about in the kitchen cooking food as he himself is ravenous. Ryoko helps out as best she can until she is interrupted by her reunion with Ryo-Ohki, the cabbit meowing loudly and diving into her arms.

For the hell of it Queen Vegeta uses her scouter whilst her son cooks for her. Both Ryoko and Vegeta are slowly regaining ki, the number steadily increasing and her son effortlessly overtakes her maximum strength. A numerical representation she wants to know of her prodigal son. She then gets distracted by the 4 digit figure appearing for the brown fur ball and deeply frowns at this insult of the cabbit's strength. Then a vastly different number fills the entire view of the scouter. Shining in his brief brilliance is the Super Saiyan 3 form of Gotenks. Seeing the scouter he poses and arrogantly asks if she is awed by his presence. The incomprehensible value swiftly plummets as the 5 minutes that Gotenks can remain fused and fully transformed wane and the two hybrid Saiyans separate.

"If you thought that fusion was strong wait till you see our dads when they fuse. Gogeta could beat Gotenks like so easily in just Super Saiyan, so he's the strongest if you wanna know." Trunks states to his grandmother to further showcase the chasm of power she is left on the wrong side of. "Welcome back, dad."

"You punks look like you want to request a fight from your queen. If you must then can it be postponed till after I am not withering away from starvation? Also, Kakarot's brat, you have a lower claim in this so my grandson takes priority. … Some point throughout all this humiliation a Zenkai has to occur." She sees the hostility in these two phenomenally powerful children and how they view her as a villain. She can see the numbers of their strength and foretell the outcome of the battle, but as Queen she cannot stand down to a Saiyan attacking her.

"Give it a rest and zip it. Though it is hilarious your fool-hardy reckless abandon here in challenging true warriors when to my knowledge only King Vegeta raised a hand to attack Frieza, not the Queen. They shall not fight you, not till you are worth some sport." Vegeta shuts down any instigated violence as he carries on cooking. His mother glares at him for the insult as his ki keeps rocketing up and his son shrugs.

Queen Vegeta removes the scouter in a huff and lounges down on one of the kitchen chairs. From Ryoko's arms the cabbit hops down onto the table and cautiously approaches this new woman whilst sniffing the air. Ryo-Ohki's hackles raise and a low sound comes from her throat out of unease, the Queen has no interest in this small animal until Ryoko explains that this rabbit eared creature is a spaceship in disguise. Only quickly frying things up, Vegeta plates a dish for himself and Ryoko and leaves the rest of the cooked food for his mother to sort herself out with. A momentary pause comes from Ryoko. The last thing she tasted before this was Vegeta's mouth. Though rescued now and the opportunity passed those feelings of want are still residing within her, the excitement and passion of him joining with her will not fade away that quickly.

Ki signatures are detected and the discarded scouter bleeps. Goku and Jurai have returned. At this Ryoko expectantly flies out of the kitchen to see that the group outside does not contain Kaia. The blind woman has not been brought and shall not whilst the threat of Queen Vegeta exists towards her. Ryoko is disheartened at this. Goku and Chichi are here to pick up Goten. Azusa and Seto stand next to Misaki who is refusing to let go of her children. From the captivity of her mother's embrace a worried Ayeka looks to Vegeta. The two Vegetas stand facing their guests.

"So what is your plan for her now?" Vegeta nods his head to his mother and addresses Seto.

The Demon Princess of Jurai pauses and makes a quizzical noise as she asks him to clarify.

"You resurrected her, she's your problem not mine. I don't care for her nor want her so … good luck with that."

Alarm raises in Lady Seto's normally serene expression. Queen Vegeta grins. She recalls how Misaki of Jurai greets people and so she shall have great fun here. The savage Saiyan spreads her arms wide and approaches this green haired woman responsible for her second shot at life. A blue blade of energy longer than she is tall is levelled at her head. Azusa's face is set in stone as he stares down this enemy leader.

"I love it. A truth, your intentions are not of peace. I come with open arms and you greet me with hostility. That is that then. My concern is not for you weaklings, I shall part you of your other leg later. … Kakarot, I'll be staying with you from now on." Tormenting her enemies is fun yet she feels it is more productive for her to work on persuading the last non-blood related male Saiyan on her proposition.

She saunters past Jurai and towards Goku and Chichi. Just as she met a raised sword approaching Jurai a similar aggression greets her here. Chichi is stuck fast clinging to her man whom she feared she might have lost again and this homewrecker shall not be invading her home. An extremely heated argument erupts between the two feisty women that no-one else in the group – especially a bemused Goten – wants to listen to. Queen Vegeta is adamant in her want, even so it is in her nature as a Saiyan for the right of might to prevail and this woman she cannot beat in a fight. The posturing and ranting of Queen Vegeta is meaningless towards Goku whose mind shall not be swayed from his loving wife and family for a lone murderer.

With that carrying on Vegeta is of a growing want to leave this scene where his mother is and hears a quiet and hesitant call of his name. He sees Ayeka looking at him but as he turns her eyes drop from his face. Speaking to the ground and not to him she says that she wants to talk about what happened. Reluctantly Misaki relinquishes her hold on her first born as Ayeka steps tentatively around the side of the house with both Vegeta following and Ryoko hovering after. The Juraian Princess brushes the creases in her robes and takes a few calming breaths. A slight frown of her eyebrows takes place for a second as she sees Ryoko's accompaniment. She takes a half step closer to Vegeta. Like Chichi she was frightened of losing the one she loves and has a want to hold on tight and not let go of whom she could have so easily lost. She restrains herself.

"Vegeta, I … I-I saw what - … we had the liberty to observe your actions. Kagato was broadcasting them to- to hurt Washu. What you-"

"Look Ayeka we both thought we were gonna die. What happened between me and Vegey this morning was … Ayeka?" Ryoko followed as she thought the first topic would be how close she nearly got to making love with Vegeta. The rogue's explanation stops as she watches Ayeka freeze and her eyes go wide in fear and dread.

Ayeka fidgets uncomfortably with the hems of her robes and twirls her engagement ring about her finger. Her red eyes dart between Vegeta and Ryoko. She shakes her head and shrinks back in on herself.

"... I understand that you were gifted his company to aid your sleep in the night. I-I-I stopped watching then for my own sleep. I've only awoken now. What- what are you talking about? Thi-this morning? Vegeta?" Horrified at what response she might get she asks. Ayeka did not stick around for Vegeta and Ryoko's conversation on the roof or the following night. Examining Ryoko she does not appear boastful or arrogant as if she has claimed some victory but she doubts what Vegeta might have done.

The Saiyan Prince wastes no time. He shall not lie. He agreed to Ryoko's ask knowing of this factor.

"Prior to our impending demise I agreed to Ryoko's 'final request' as it were with the condition that following I would mercifully execute her to spare her from Frieza. Gotenks' appearance stopped us a few minutes into foreplay."