Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found II: Lavender Blues ❯ Unexpected Reinforcements ( Chapter 3 )

Lost and Found II Lavender Blues

Reinforcements

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A streak of fire bashed its way through the upper stratosphere. Out on a flight, Vegeta blinked in concern, sensing a remotely familiar ki that he hadn't counted on. Next to him, Trunks blinked in mutual confusion, both father and son wondering what the cause was. No doubt the Z fighters would be perturbed to see what he and Trunks were about to. So both father and son had to act fast to meet their allies before Piccolo and Goku did. There would be room for explanations later.

"It's finally here," Vegeta mumbled. "I suppose they came through after all..."

"Father, is there something you want to share?" Future Trunks asked.

"Simply that the Red Ribbon army wasn't the only one who had a collection of Saiyans floating in their jars, son," Vegeta shuddered. "A lot of blood was shed so this reality could occur... and Bulma had suspected this might be the case..."

"I sense two Saiyans... one female, and one male... but how is it possible? They're dormant..."

"Princess Mandarin of Idsarsei 7 and her consort came through. Apparently they found more than just Saiyan space pods in that collection at the Archalisei Museum. I had heard rumors there were some specimens Bok Choi didn't get his hands on. He had a whole collection of Saiyan tails in the museum I destroyed where the Race bank was held," Vegeta said with disgust.

"Damn," Trunks shivered. "But how..."

"The chief scientist in charge of the Race bank, Khalif, was my first teacher and tutor, Trunks," Vegeta explained. "His wife Lique was a royal guard of the Concubines... and their daughter Tomique was to carry on their work from what I recall. Unfortunately they perished in the explosion caused by Frieza, but their daughter Tomique and her brother Turles survived. And Tomique's mate was Raditz... don't ask me how THAT came about... it was before I gave a shit because I was off exterminating planets with Nappa..."

"This is majorly twisted," Trunks shook his head with an amused grin. "Wasn't Raditz a third class?"

"Tomique married below her station as so I've heard, much to her father and mother's chagrin. But often times, a male Saiyan mates up in the hope to progress from third class to Elite. Tomique was the daughter of an elite, but she was hardly a warrior. Quite powerful and intelligent, much like your mother, but she wasn't the sort that was sent off. Rather she ran missions with her older brother... as I recall from the history chronicles. She was an exobiologist, one of the team studying planets for Saiyans to purge, and assessing their capabilities. But she tended to collect specimens for Freiza's little zoo on Archalisei, while her brother enjoyed the 'finer' things... he was a fool..."

"Goku fought him before you returned," said Trunks.

"I know. A waste of a good warrior. He always DID think himself higher than his true worth. But he did bring in his quota of planets for Freiza. His way was to drain all sentient life in one single blow, while taking the art and women of the world, and selling them to Archalisei's museum. Tangelo was part of his crew oddly enough. That's the connection. And if this is who I think it is, your mother has a new ally who is possibly one of the last few Saiyans who can comprehend our technology... I may be a Prince but I'm no scientist... that's where you and your mother come in," Vegeta said, glancing at him.

"Thanks a bunch Father, but Gramps isn't too shabby..."

"Old fool," Vegeta snorted. "Hurry up. I don't want the Z fighter losers beating us there..."

"Father, you really shouldn't knock them," Trunks shook his head, zipping after his father's royal blue trail of ki to intercept two Saiyan pods punching their way through Earth's atmosphere.

"One's male, one's female. I wonder..." mumbled Vegeta. "I suppose Cabernet stayed behind. They must have either sent Merlot or Parsnip..."

"Never heard of either of them... Were they one of the survivors killed by Bok Choi?" Trunks asked him.

"Yes. The genetic banks contained samples of all living Saiyans, and markers for multiple generations. The last entries on the data discs I perused were made by them... as was the last genetic entry. The historian in the group was Merlot...Nappa's younger brother, and mate to Chablis. Parsnip himself was a second class expeditionary warrior of some ability. Too bad his sister married down as well to Kakkarot's sire..."

"I remember reading bits and pieces from the journal you kept, Father," said Trunks quietly. "I read something about the race bank... but it was never found in my time... we were a bit more worried about keeping the human race alive. So now that you've got this thing, what are you going to do with it? I hope you're not going to clone..."

"No son. But I AM going to do my part to preserve what little remains of our culture. And make certain the universe never forgets our proud race existed. And no damn tin can is going to exterminate ME from this world without a fight. We've got Saiyan technology on our sides. The two life traces I sense will help us achieve a victory..."

"I hope so, because this is majorly serious. There's no comparison to Frieza with these monsters..."

"I won't leave your mother unprotected while we train. If they've sent Parsnip and Tomique, we've got her a bodyguard and the last remaining Saiyan elite scientist... and if Raditz is still viable and makes a full recovery... that's another warrior. You and I can train unimpeded," said Vegeta.

"Wish we'd thought of that in the other universe," Trunks nodded, seeing his father's plan lying out like a chess match. He'd heard stories about how Vegeta was a good tactician, but here was living proof that his princely skills weren't atrophying.

"Down there..." Vegeta nodded. He dropped out of his top speed, cutting down on his ki envelope to swoop towards the farm fields pixelating below. Trunks did the same, matching his father's velocity with the same ki frequency. Two royal blue trails spiraled lower, towards the huge dual craters impacted into Chikyuu's surface.

Two tin baseballs steamed with residual heat. Trunks inhaled sharply, having seen his mother tinker with the remains of Saiyan pods, but never having seen them in full working order. Goku's had been the only one they had achieved, but these had strange markings that were not Ginyuu or Frieza. Both of them hovered by the rim of the craters, silently watching the pods cool from cherry red to a light yellow, then pale silver. Choking smoke cleared, revealing the semicircular hatches slowly splitting from the 'baseball' seems.

"Wait here," Vegeta said. "Let's see if we're correct... hold back till I introduce you... they're not accustomed to a Saiyan of your coloration..."

Trunks swallowed hard, but knew that Vegeta was correct despite his resentment. It wasn't out of shame, but pragmatics. Especially when the first pod disgorged a mid sized Saiyan with shoulder length wavy hair, twisted into multiple braids like dreadlocks. His dark eyes glanced about, as he straightened up, and stood to his full height. Like the descriptions of Nappa, he had a beard, but his 'dreads' gave him a somewhat fiercer look. His white and brown armored vest indicated his rank, while his legs and arms were bare. Out of the second pod climbed the first Saiyan female that Trunks had seen live. Wearing black and gold armor, she stood to her full height. Both had their tails wrapped around their waists, while they adjusted the obligatory scouters, then glanced up anxiously.

Vegeta levitated till he was directly above. He shouted out what Trunks recognized as a greeting in native tongue, sounding harsh and guttural, yet strangely regal at the same time. Both glanced up, blinking in surprise. They dropped to one knee, folding their left arms across their chests while extending one hand forwards and averting their gaze. Vegeta landed, slowly striding forwards to them. His gloved hand rested on the forehead of the male first, then the female, who rested their hands overtop momentarily.

Extending his gold-toed boot, he touched the toe to each of their shoulders in turn. Then he backed away, nodding sharply. They both stood to their full height. The female was Vegeta's height, her shoulder length hair a mess of smaller spikes resembling a heavy metal artist from a hair band. Brown eyes were partly concealed by a pink scouter lens, and she glanced over Vegeta's shoulder to see Trunks looking appreciatively at her. Unlike earth females, she was wide hipped and large busted, stocky and muscular like his father. Some Saiyan females were taller and more slender, but it was the typical variation.

They adjusted their scouters, quickly exchanging a glance. "You look just as they had described, Sire," the male spoke.

"We exist to serve the Royal House, and all its privileges thereof," the female nodded.

"Good. I trust that your cryogenic retrieval was sufficient..."

"Princess Mandarin sends her greetings," said the male. "As do I..."

"At ease, Sub Commander Merlot. And Professor Tomique, I trust you've retrieved the shreds of files that were given by the Idsarjin government..."

"Indeed, your Majesty. It pleases me to see you alive and thriving on this small world..." she said slowly.

"Relax and stop kissing ass. This is my son and Royal heir, Trunks," Vegeta motioned to the youth. "You'll obey him as you would my orders..."

"Your majesty," both said, inclining their heads to the youth. Scratching his head, Trunks wasn't quite sure what to make of this.

"Um, hi," he said. "What are your names?"

"Sub commander Merlot, of the lost expeditionary force," said the male.

"Chief astrobiologist Professor Tomique," said the female, who looked about Vegeta's age. Though with Saiyans it was impossible to tell. She glanced appreciatively at Trunks, admiring his features before averting her gaze.

"You'll accompany us," Vegeta said. "The pods will be set to autopiolot to arrive before the party..."

"What's the nature of the threat you described through the Royal House of Idsarsei?" Tomique asked. "If I might be so bold to ask, Sire?"

"Artificial Humans," Trunks said. "I don't know if even Saiyan technology will be up to it, but I sure hope so..."

"You'll work with the royal consort, who is also a scientist, Professor Tomique," Vegeta said to the female. "And Commander Merlot, you will be the royal bodyguard for the household..."

"Thank you sire..."

"What's the status of the others in presersave?" Vegeta asked.

"Cabernet, Chablis and Parsnip elected to remain behind. As a rear guard in case we failed to make it," Merlot explained.

"Let's go... time's wasting," Vegeta motioned to them. They barked voice commands over their scouters, causing their pods to close and slowly levitate. Silently they glowed, then streaked off at great speed towards Capsule.

"Mom's gonna be really surprised at THIS!" Trunks commented, shaking his head. Both Saiyan newcomers levitated upwards, following Vegeta as he gracefully rose into the sky. With a burst of blue ki he rocketed from midair, followed by the whitish ki trails of the newcomers. Trunks streaked close to the female Tomique who was biting her lip thoughtfully.

"Hey," Trunks said. "Relax. I know my Father's a bit intense... but you don't have to bow and scrape to my mom and me..."

"It would not be seemly to claim familiarity with the Royal house," she said, averting her gaze.

"This isn't Vegetasei, this is Chikyuu. We're all a bit more casual," Trunks whisper4ed. "And if you're working with my mom, Bulma, she'll want you to relax around her..."

"That would explain your unique coloring... is it customary for the natives of this world to have blue and lavender pigmentation?"

"Well, my family does... but there's a whole variety..." Trunks said. "Chill... you'll like working with my mom and me..."

"I hope I meet her standard. If she's the Consort, then she must be the best female on this world," said Tomique with a blush.

"By the way, not to interrupt you two, but we've got an unexpected surprise, Professor Tomique," Vegeta glanced over his shoulder.

"What, sire?"

"Your mate it seems is alive and well. And your brother in law..."

"Raditz and Kakkarot ALIVE?" she gasped. "Sire..."

"Settle down," Vegeta grumbled. "You'll be needed to operate a regen tank at full efficiency once you get to the royal house... and another thing, the natives of this world are not accustomed to Saiyans moving among them, so you'll be restricted to Capsule property. That's where I reside with my consort and her family. Don't leave under ANY circumstances..."

"Father, they'll have to meet them SOMETIME... Piccolo and Goku want to meet with us about that base we found..." Trunks said.

"Then go ahead and meet them. I'll come as soon as these two are briefed," Vegeta nodded. Trunks waved politely to the two Saiyans, then smiled before peeling off and rocketing towards Goku's home on Mt. Pauzo.

"Small world, sire... but a pleasant one," Merlot said. "I had heard my brother was dead?"

"He failed to live up to my expectations. See you don't disappoint me," Vegeta said quietly. "You'll be helping me fight a more worthy battle. The preservation of our race. And you'll have to learn some very insipid customs that might disgust you... these ningen are weak creatures, but they have some value... even if they seem repulsive..."

"Intriguing. I can't wait to study them," said Tomique.

"No purging, pillaging or destruction," Vegeta snorted at Merlot. "And no unauthorized collection of indigenous life forms, Tomique... you'll have your hands full resuscitating that third class mate of yours!"

"Yes sire, absolutely," Tomique smiled, nodding. Her heart leapt at the thought of seeing Raditz again. Strange smells of the atmosphere wafted through her nose as she and Merlot followed the Prince to Capsule.