"Whoa! That's Planet Vegeta? Vegeta-san said it was ruined, but it looks just like when we first landed while looking for grandma!" Gohan gasped in surprise after pressing his face to the porthole.

"Vegeta wouldn't have taken his people away to Earth if Planet Vegeta was still inhabitable. Whatever these guys did, they had a tough task ahead of them," Piccolo hissed, looking rather vexed for no apparent reason. Chayote brushed it off to the Namekian, feeling suspicious of the new Saiyans. Despite her biases, she couldn't say that she blamed him. Saiyans have always meant trouble for them and that went double for Piccolo. The Saiyans were meddling with his life before he was even born.

"Is that…?" Krillin exclaimed in surprise, pointing at a white monorail of familiar ivory texture and tempered glass. "If it weren't for the beetroot skies, I could swear that we're back on Earth!"

"Those are Capsule houses," Yamcha leaned in over Krillin's shoulder with a serious expression. "Just what on Earth is going on? There's no way that this isn't suspicious, right? I mean, Vegeta is married to Bulma, and she's the head of Capsule Corps. Capsules are an exclusive invention, right?"

"Shit…" Chayote snickered. "My bad. I may have given Paragus a sample of capsules when we traded stuff. His unrefined crystals just did me such a massive solid that I borrowed him some to store his research and tissue samples."

"In that case, it makes sense. Paragus struck me as a brainy type. If he got a sample of capsule technology, he'd have been able to reverse engineer it with little trouble," Gohan nodded with some relief that they had solved this mystery.

"It's not just Planet Earth…" Chayote noted as the spaceship soared through the bustling cities and homed in on a landing port. "They've got buildings from many planets here: Planet Bas, Planet Brench, Planet Likom… These monorail systems are a mixture of Earth's capsule technology and Planet Globula designs…"

"Ah, you must be admiring the view. Please, step outside and feast your eyes adequately…" Paragus entered the deck with his security goons surrounding him and wearing their sternest faces while covering most of their expressions with their helmets and visors.

"Listen, pal. Who told you that you can just rip off Bulma's technology like that?" Yamcha waggled his finger. "She'd go berserk if she saw any of this."

"While I don't really understand what your issue is, Earthling, I must say that if it weren't for queen Chayote and her Earthling capsules of storage, we'd have not been able to rebuild this quick. Of course, none of this reconstruction would've been possible if the Shamoians from Planet Shamo didn't work tirelessly to clean up the toxic atmosphere. That cursed Vegeta dragged his planet through the mud and bolted…" Paragus ground his teeth with tightly clenched fists.

"Wow, this guy really hates Vegeta, doesn't he?" Krillin leaned closer to Chayote's ear. "More than it's normal to hate the guy."

"Is that strange? I can't stand him either," Chayote shrugged. "He forced me to turn into a Great Ape against my will."

"Twice…" Yamcha pointed out.

"Wait, what!?" Chayote turned to Yamcha with an outraged look on her face. Having just now realized that the hysterical Saiyan was unaware of her unwilling transformation into the Legendary Great Ape monster during the fight against the Ultimate Dr. Gero, Yamcha shut his face and turned away. "What did he mean by that?"

"Yamcha must be misremembering things," Krillin shook his hands out in front of him. "Don't mind him, he hasn't been there either way it happened, remember?"

"What? You mean Vegeta didn't force Chayote to transform twice? Oh, man… I really didn't know. I guess that's what I get for fighting the Saibamen during the Saiyan Invasion and being out cold when everyone fought Slug…" Yamcha laughed out frantically in panic, trying to play himself off and act like he was just wrong.

"Wait, you believe Vegeta helped us fight Slug? He wasn't even on Earth back then…" Chayote raised her right eyebrow. "When would he force me to transform even?"

"I… I don't know…" Yamcha waved his hand out for the fifteenth time with a blood-red face. "I was knocked out cold, remember? I just thought that since we've gotten all buddy-buddy with him on Planet Vegeta all of a sudden that he helped to fend Slug away or something… And then left to Planet Vegeta again…"

"What are you guys even talking about?" Goku scratched his cheek.

"Father…" a meek and husky voice stood out from the sharp and high-pitched limp chirps that surrounded the arriving party of Saiyans and their guests. A tall yet slender man stepping out from the shady opening in the building through the open mechanical door leading into the station complex from the landing port cut the inconvenient conversation short.

"Broly, my son!" Paragus cheered for his arriving descendant as the two carelessly rushed toward one another, strutting through a crowd of tiny and puny-looking humanoid aliens with murky green skin and incredibly expressive, large, and bulbous eyes for their species. The bunch had different colored mohawks and seemed to screech some unintelligible gibberish in high-pitched tones, though they sounded excited and their expressions betrayed cheerful feelings.

"Wow, these guys are so cute," Gohan leaned down to greet one of the Shamoians by extending his hands. Having no clue of what the Saiyan wanted from him, the Shamoian also extended his hands, mirroring Gohan's movements. Gohan gently grabbed the little Shamoian's hands and held them softly while nudging them up and down in a warm greeting.

"These are Shamoians from Planet Shamo," Chayote waved it off while approaching the slender and meek Broly through the crowd with a more careful and gentle approach than the bulldozing Saiyan soldiers and Paragus. So this was the famed second Legendary Super Saiyan with the impossibly rare C-Type S-Cells within him? He didn't look like all that, pale white in skin, lean but relatively fit. His face suggested he needed a defibrillator to revitalize him at all times. His eyes looked droopy and dreary, beyond worn out, and his entire face looked disinterested in most of anything around him. Even when he spoke of his father in a greeting, his voice seemed… Devoid of any sort of emotion and distant.

"Huh?" Goku scratched his head. "So that's Broly, the guy that's supposed to be related to Chayote, or something? He doesn't feel like all that much… Is he really that strong?"

"Never mind that, why are these little dwarves swarming this place?" Krillin wondered, leaning back on his arms as he looked around and saw nothing but little Shamoians as far as the eye could see. "Isn't this supposed to be some Saiyan revival thing? I don't even remember these guys here the last time we visited."

"Broly, this is Chayote. She is the woman I've told you about. The one whose blood and tissue samples helped heal you. You may as well owe your life to her," Paragus stepped aside after patting his son's shoulder and pointed to Chayote.

"Chayote…" Broly muttered, leaning to look at the Saiyan over his father's shoulder, but then returning to his original position. "Thank you…" Broly said with a dry and bored voice and turned around to walk away.

Chayote stared at the relaxed back of the Saiyan as he retreated into the dimly lit station. If it weren't for his black eyes and long black hair that reached his shoulder blades, Chayote would've doubted that this guy was even a Saiyan. He just didn't look like he had an ounce of toughness in him. To think that King Vegeta could've been scared of this guy. He had a lower battle power at the moment than the Vegeta that Chayote faced on Earth all that time back.

"So… That's Broly?" Chayote turned to Paragus. "Where's his tail? It's odd to see the King of Saiyans without a tail."

"I must apologize, my queen," Paragus bowed his upper body by the waist. "I used to keep on removing his tail in Broly's youth because of his violent tendencies. I must admit that I feared his uncontrollable mythical power of the Legendary Super Saiyan would be too much to handle if he transformed into a Great Ape. Eventually… The tail just stopped growing back…"

"Huh…" Chayote muttered, scratching the back of her head.

"I see that you have preserved your tail, queen Chayote…" Paragus smiled, looking content.

"Even if the Great Ape transformation is a bother, it's like a limb to me and I'd hate to lose it," Chayote shrugged. "Also, have in mind that I didn't accept the crown yet, so don't just go around calling me queen of anything."

"I… Understand," Paragus bowed. "If you wish, my men will take you to some fine rooms and you can join us for dinner. Perhaps after having a nourishing and fine meal we'll reach an agreement if you wish to take your place as the Queen of Saiyans as it is your birthright?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I won't keep you waiting," Chayote shrugged.

"Excellent!" Paragus clapped his hands and gestured by sliding them upward. "Bring the future queen and her guests to their chambers and make sure we meet their every need. You don't want to spoil the future queen's mood if she's to rule over you, don't you?" the Saiyan commander laughed out to himself with a hearty chuckle as a handful of soldiers split off the platoon and shuffled into the crowd of the guests.

"Huh… Different visit, same treatment," Yamcha rolled his eyes. He had a reason to be suspicious with this whole affair interrupting his wedding and all.


"Whoa, this place is massive!" Goku shrieked out. While the soldiers accompanying Chayote and her guests led everyone to their rooms and showed them where they were, they didn't mind everyone crashing straight into Chayote's room and didn't intrude or awkwardly stare at them from inside. While one could sense their Ki from outside the room, they were perfectly content standing guard from outside the room. This was already a massive improvement over the last visit to Planet Vegeta. "I wonder if our beds will be the same…" Goku pondered aloud while making a "bed angel" on the cover of Chayote's bedding.

"This is probably meant for two…" Krillin squinted. It's been a while since he got to be embarrassed for the behavior of his best friend, but this instance felt oddly nostalgic to him, judging from the upward tick of the corners of Krillin's lips.

"I probably would've been in a bed meant for two by now too…" Yamcha sulked by the corner after settling in on a comfy royal chair.

"Those Shamoians, I don't recall seeing them on Planet Vegeta before. Do they have some sort of cultural significance for the Saiyans?" Gohan wondered.

"Nope," Chayote shook her head. "Planet Shamo is just 480 million miles away from Planet Vegeta, so our species came into contact with each other pretty early after Saiyans learned space travel. We've known about Shamoians for a long time, but they're way too puny for slave labor and too peaceful for military alliances. Their planet's just a massive forest all over but, strangely enough, when there aren't enough Shamoians on it, it seems to wilt, so conquering and selling their planet is just not worth the effort. No one's going to buy a dried-out, hopeless rock. The Saiyans tried taking it over and selling it a few centuries ago. Shamoians are useless in pretty much every way and their planet's too much of a hassle to get anything out of it, so we just left them alone and ignored them."

"Haven't you wondered that maybe the revival of Planet Vegeta lies within the Shamoians' ability to provide life to their planet? Paragus let something like that slip that time," Piccolo gave Chayote a stern look from the southern side of the room. The grumpy Namekian stood by the wall and stared everybody down, eventually switching from one focal point to another.

"It's possible…" Chayote shrugged, though her face must've relayed the message of how little she cared about a bunch of Shamoians having flooded her home planet.

"That means that Paragus and his goons are using Shamoians as slaves, after all. His mass exile of the Shamoians could have made Planet Shamo wither down again," Piccolo showed his pointy fangs with a grumpy look. From the looks of it, he wasn't a fan of what he saw around him and he had just begun to list the reasons why. "Paragus and his people have stumbled into some unbelievable technological gap compared to the old Saiyans. He has spacecraft that can travel from Planet Earth to Planet Vegeta in just a few hours. As impressive as it may be, are you sure you want to rule over a kingdom relying on slave labor?"

"You can't make Shamoians do anything," Chayote rolled her eyes. "Their puny arms are too thin. They're a bunch of cheerful flower people. They can hardly lift a log over their heads without breaking their arms and getting squashed, and even if they could lift it, they'd never muster the will to do it. I'm sure that a lot of work went into the reconstruction effort, but the Saiyans definitely did all the heavy lifting."

"They admitted using capsules to transport buildings and facilities from other planets. Can't be that hard to throw a bunch of capsules around and have a city grow around you, can it?" Krillin shrugged. "If the Shamoians can foster nature around them just by being there, I don't think they're being oppressed if they end up reviving Planet Vegeta by just hanging out on it. They looked pretty happy to me."

"They're always happy. About everything. Trust me, it's awful…" Chayote groaned and leaned back on her arms to stare at the fancy ceiling that had a bunch of old-timey artsy decorations of stained plastic and glass while neon lights flashed behind them.

"I'd like to hang around them for a bit. Maybe I can ask them if they're happy here and what happened to their home planet?" Gohan shrugged.

"That's if the slave owners will let you talk to their workforce…" Piccolo closed his eyes with disapproval seeping out of his whole body.

"Do whatever you want, didn't you hear Paragus? He thinks I'm the queen, or whatever…" Chayote sighed.

"Do you want to be?" Yamcha wondered, finally getting over the fact that he won't be getting married anytime soon. "How do you feel about your future groom so far?"

"Don't know yet. Barely got to speak to the guy. I'm honestly really underwhelmed. When I imagined the other Legendary Super Saiyan being somewhere out there in the universe, I thought they'd be… I dunno…" Chayote sat up and bit her index finger.

"Man, I'm kind of hungry…" Goku sat up and began rubbing his belly. "Do you think we can go get some food since Chayote's the queen, or whatever?"

"We're literally waiting for the dinner…" Krillin shriveled up in how hopeless his best friend was acting.

"Yeah, but I wanna eat now!" Goku pouted like a child by blowing out his cheeks and crossing his arms.

"I guess Kakarot won't ever shut up until I get him stuffed full," Chayote sighed. "Come on…" she groaned while standing up and getting off the bed. Goku cheered while slowly levitating up and off of it and clapping his feet in the air. The goofball then landed behind Chayote and joyfully strut right after her.

"Okay, I'll go talk to some Shamoians and see if I can make some friends. If Chayote-san will become the new queen of Planet Vegeta, we may be visiting this place often so I'd like to know someone here," Gohan stood up and did some warm-up stretches.

"Huh? Where are you going?" Krillin turned to Piccolo who too pushed off the wall he's been pressing to for a while.

"I'll go watch it that no one harasses Gohan for interacting with the Shamoians. If they're really here against their will, the Saiyans won't be happy about us talking to them," Piccolo replied with a stern face before turning to follow Gohan like the universe's most fearsome bodyguard that he was.

"What do you think the Saiyans do for entertainment?" Yamcha wondered with a stray look at Krillin when the two ended up being the only two still left undecided as to how they wanted to spend their time until dinner.

"I'm pretty sure we both know the answer's fighting…" Krillin answered dryly.

"Five hundred thousand Zeni says this place has a library," Yamcha made a malicious smile and offered his hand for a handshake.

"You know I need the money enough to write the first book on this planet and stuff it somewhere, then pretend it's always been there, right?" Krillin smacked his hand for a firm handshake with enthusiastic glee. "When I bring home half a million Zeni, Lazuli will marry me on the spot!"


"Yo!" Goku yelled out with a friendly salute at the tall figure haunting the halls. Broly turned to Goku with the mildest look of surprise imaginable while his eyes still looked like the Saiyan struggled to stay awake. "You're Broly, right? We're going to get some grub, wanna come?"

"I'm not hungry…" Broly squeezed out from his asthmatic-like lungs with an almost whiny pitch to his tone. "Besides, you shouldn't bother the chefs. The dinner's in two hours."

"Okay, something's definitely off…" Chayote whispered in Goku's ear after leaning down to his side. "No way a Legendary Super Saiyan listens to his father and heeds royal etiquette."

"Come on, we're Saiyans too!" Goku slapped his belly with a cheerful grin. "We know you have to be hungry all the time. Besides, this is the most you've ever said to us, so we wanna know more about you!"

"You seem close to this man… Chayote…" Broly forced it out with a haunting wail. "Is he your friend?"

"Hmm?" Goku scratched the side of his head while leaning down as if trying to see through Broly's gut. Chayote's noticed it too–a tremendous power spike just now. Broly's Ki didn't shoot to any alarming heights by any means, but it may have multiplied dozens of times from its initial dwarf-like point for no reason at all, which was a troubling power-up to sense out of the blue. Broly's black hair began gently waving over the golden crown on his head, decorated with polished, night-blue gemstones. The burgundy-colored sash hanging over Broly's waist began gently waving as if gently stimulated by an invisible gust.

"Kakarot? Yeah, we go way back…" Chayote shrugged. Given how she may end up having to live in the same palace as this pale, tall ghoul, she wanted to be more open with him, so she opened her heart some more. "Honestly, I kind of need him around me most of the time and so I tolerate way too much of his buffoonery, but I don't think I've ever wanted to clobber him dead, and that's a rare thing with people I meet."

"Ka… Kaka… Rot…" Broly muttered as if stumbling through a simple Saiyan name gave him trouble. Chayote blinked with her eyes becoming more focused and her Ki gently beginning to swell up in reaction to how this stick-thin lug began gaining bulk with lively pumps of blood through his muscles. His body went from fit to muscular on the spot, with his long hair rustling and spiking up. "Do you wish… To clobber me dead too…?" Broly's voice stopped sounding whiny and became lower pitched, gravelly, and more spiteful in tone.

"Nope," Chayote shrugged. "Barely met you yet. I'd like to get to know you a bit better though, so I'd like it if you took us up on our offer."

In a snap, all the swelling tension in Broly's body deflated and the tall, ghoulish Saiyan slumped back into his usual, unimpressive, and constantly bored look. A gentle smile colored his lower face.

"Okay… Chayote…" he muttered, still having trouble with speaking, apparently, even though he spoke rather loud and quite clear so it wasn't a matter of social awkwardness. Then again, maybe Chayote was just too harsh on him. The guy went through a failed Saiyan execution and had to be nursed back to full health throughout most of his life. Who knows what kind of brain damage the guy may have suffered?

With a bit of luck, maybe this whole visiting New Planet Vegeta deal won't end up being every bit as awkward as sitting through the rest of Yamcha's wedding.