Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ tHe DeStInY oF ChAlLeNgE ❯ Unexpected Visitor... ( Chapter 13 )

The Destiny of Challenge

~Disclaimer- Obviously I do not own DBZ! But I own this story and the writing is my own as well!

~Author's Note- Here the next chapter! The main plotline is about to start, so keep reading. Be expecting some major twists around the corner. In the following chapters, extreme obstacles test Vegeta and Bulma's possible love, the only question remaining, Will his dark heart tear their chances apart?

Chapter 13~ Unexpected Visitor…

As soon as Bulma had left the cool metallic water, and her peace along with it she regretted it thoroughly as she came to find that Stump wasn't within the slave's sleeping quarters. Now donned with her average daily wear Bulma was a little more prepared to face any saiyan guards and such but she wasn't ready to face Stump. Not yet anyways.

Walking casually through the long rows of sleeping cots she came about a foot from where Chi Chi usually lay and was met with the vision of nothing except an unoccupied cot, with no evidence suggesting that it had been slept in. Slightly taken aback she scanned the room momentarily, looking for any clues leading to her dark haired friend. All the other cots were filled with sleeping saiyans or blankets placed in distorted positions, indicating that they had been slept in. That is all but for one other, which Bulma recognized as Kakorrot's cot, though she wasn't aloud to dwell on the thought as a voice pried her into reality.

"Bulma, there's trouble in the kitchen." A meek slave informed, hidden urgency strung in her voice.

"Umm-" Bulma said still slightly pondering on the situation regarding her best friend, Chi Chi.

"Yes," the young girl said, trying to gain a response from her `boss'.

"Oh, I'll be there right away. Just," Bulma hesitated as her thoughts shifted to a certain saiyan with hidden ebony depths. Upon realization that he quite possibly could run in to her made her eyebrow twitch with anxiety. "Just give me a second." Bulma finally finished off after a moment of thought.

"O-kay." The girl replied hesitantly before quickly making her exit.

Now that Bulma had no one beside or near her, she suddenly wished that there was at least one saiyan near by. Anything to fill the chill she now had, ever since Vegeta had left her, his warmth along with him. With a sigh she shook the thought from her head, temporarily brushing it deep within the tunnels of her mind. She simply didn't have time to be worrying about that pompous ass anyway. With her newfound determination, Bulma ambled out of the sleeping quarters with her head held high. Her feet, although supposed to be heading towards the kitchen where the problem was occurring at that very moment, were taking her to Halie's main living quarters.

Bulma didn't even realize it until she stood at the door of her Lord's daughter's quarters. Though she wished to deny the obvious truth, she simply couldn't avoid it. She had come here because of him, Vegeta. Her heart raced at the very thought of him, but her face remained unreadable as her eyes glazed over in thought.

That was until the door was roughly thrown open, mere inches from colliding with Bulma's now extremely pale face. The fates seemed to have turned against her as she stared into eyes that shadowed the light that wished to touch them. It took Bulma a brief second to regain her quickly dissipating composure.

"Stump- I. it. well." Bulma stuttered, the muscles in her jaw tightening with each word she attempted to form.

Noticing her vulnerable state, Vegeta quickly ended her mindless words,

"I have business to attend to woman, so if you wouldn't mind stepping out of my way." Vegeta spat, not bothering to hide the sarcasm that leaked from his rough voice.

Instantly Bulma's anger was at hand as a result of his harsh words. Using her newly acquired weapon of defense Bulma let her eyes flare with the anger that now enflamed her already sassy tongue,

"Just as I. Though I must say, I can't imagine you being trusted with anything remotely important." She retorted heatedly.

"I presume that you are here to see the wench?" Vegeta asked, dismissing her previous words.

Though slightly shocked that Stump hadn't continued their confrontation she responded none-the-less.

"Of course I came to see Halie, I have no business with any other that resides here." Bulma quickly ended any assumptions that might have been forming in Vegeta's head.

As if I would come to see him, Bulma thought bitterly laughing, inwardly, the irony to her statement was incredibly obvious though she chose to ignore that for the time being.

"That wasn't the circumstance the night before." Vegeta said in a low tone, letting his voice drop into a husky whisper.

"That may be so, but `circumstances' have changed with the passing time." She snapped back, not allowing herself to fall into the web of passion that had gripped her last night.

"Yes, I believe it has." Came the gruff response as Vegeta advanced Bulma's now trembling form. With one fluid motion Vegeta wrapped his muscular arms around her waist. He could feel her body tremor with small waves of uncertain thoughts. Simply avoiding the mouth of the blue harpy, or so he thought, Vegeta brought his recently moistened lips roughly against her own. A shocked `eep' escaped her now muffled lips. Quick moments passed before Bulma started to respond to his ministrations with her own. Lightly sucking on the bottom of his lip, she relished in the feeling of his smooth skin and his soft caresses that diminished her will to a yielding flame, a flame that would waver with each touch.

Within moments she found herself on the hard stone porch of Halie's quarters. Even though the smooth stone was cold like steel, she felt warm as Vegeta knelt over her body. His hands slid underneath her and stroked the small of her back, going at a painstakingly slow pace he massaged her silken tail. A feminine moan reached his ears as he did so, almost as a plead for him to continue doing so. Bringing his head slowly to the side of her own he nipped her ear lobe softly.

"Indeed time changes all." He spoke near a whisper.

At the sound of his voice, Bulma's eyes shot open, revealing her cerulean depths. Vegeta's smirking face was what came into her vision at first, she gasped as she felt his body lift from her, his warmth along with him. Vegeta stifled a chuckle as he saw her shocked expression. Although he avoided admitting that he wished to stay longer, Vegeta strode from her side and off towards his unknown destination. Suddenly proud of his power to control himself he continued walking without turning for a back glance.

"I will leave you to your business." Vegeta threw over his back, still not looking to her form. He simply couldn't, it would only remind him of how he wanted to stay with her. But he had business to attend to as well, priority being to get revenge on the blue harpy he had just left. A growl erupted from his throat at the thought. He would avenge his pride!

Bulma was completely dumbfounded, how dare he anyways! She searched through the recesses of her mind, looking for any snappish remark to fire back at him. Oh, how she wanted to turn the tables on him, to get the last word in. But the only reply that formed within her mind was a pleading for him to return to her. Avoiding that reply she left everything unsaid and rose from her position. Brushing her backside minutely, she begrudgingly made her way towards the kitchens where she hoped to find Chi Chi. Bulma needed to speak with her, and soon.

"Are you sure you're alright?" a feminine voice asked, un-surety evident in her voice.

"Yes, I'm fabulous! Now don't change that with your constant blabber." Chi Chi warned as she stirred the liquid within the pot she was attending to.

"Uhh- right of course." The young woman offered quickly as she continued slicing a wide variety of exotic fruits.

"Now where was I," Chi Chi muttered to herself. "Ah yes!" she quickly responded to herself and began humming at first, which within moments evolved into full-fledged song.

"Sakura, Sakura, yayoi no sorawa. Miwatasu kagiri kasumi ka kumoka." Chi Chi as she twirled around the kitchen floor, letting her wardrobe flow behind her graceful form. She was almost in a daze until the rude remark cut her daydream short.

"Sorry Chi, but I don't think it's spring. Besides, shouldn't you be working and not dancing." A voice taunted from the doorway.

Chi Chi immediately recognized the voice as Bulma's but didn't like the bitter sound it was strung with.

"Bulma! Did you really have to go and ruin the moment?" Chi Chi snapped.

"Where were you this morning, and last night?" Bulma inquired, changing the subject skillfully.

Chi Chi's face flushed bright red, only further confirming Bulma's suspicions.

"Chi, we have got to talk, and now!" Bulma demanded as she stormed from the room.

Chi Chi waddled around the room, face still flushed. After instructing other servants on what to do Chi Chi rushed outside, to find no one there. Not at all shocked by this notation, she made her way to Bulma and hers average meeting place, the courtyard. In all truth she didn't expect Bulma to be waiting outside the door for her, it was almost ordinary protocol. With each stride, Chi Chi did her best to regain her composure, anything to delay the inevitable talk with her best friend. What would she say? What would she do?

What can she do?, Chi Chi thought with a snarl. It isn't as if she rules me life!, she barked to herself as she continued. Within moments from her inner battle Chi Chi was face to face with the `enemy', her very best friend, Bulma.

"Yes, Bulma? What is it?" Chi Chi said flippantly.

"He must have been something else if you have to use your best act to hide what you did from me." Bulma said in Chi Chi's previous tone.

"You know me too well." Chi Chi huffed relieved that she didn't have to keep the act going.

"I'm as smart as I am beautiful!" Bulma proclaimed with a wink.

"Don't even start!" Chi Chi snarled half-heartedly.

"Fine, the truth shan't be foretold." Bulma said dramatically. "Only observed." She finished with a squeal as Chi Chi lunged at her.

"So, what was it that you so desperately needed to talk to me about?" Chi Chi asked as she rose to her feet from the position on the ground she had placed both Bulma and herself in.

"It's about tree bark, huh?"

"Stump." Bulma corrected unconsciously. She caught herself too late as Chi Chi was now staring at her wide-eyed.

"You- you." Chi Chi stuttered.

"No, Chi." Bulma spoke, her eyes covering in an icy exterior.

Chi Chi knew that she would get no answers from the blue-haired saiyan, not when she closed herself off as she was doing now. It was futile to make any assumptions as well, Chi Chi had learned this the hard way. It was simply best to wait until Bulma was ready to open up to her.

"Okay, Bulma. If you want to be that way, but would you mind telling me where in the seven realms did you learn to speak the ancient language of the Royal House of Vegeta!" Chi Chi squeaked, muttering some unintelligible words to herself.

"I." Bulma paused, staring down at her feet as if they had the answer. "Chi, I seriously don't know. I don't even know how I understood what he said, let alone speak in the same tongue!"

By this time Chi Chi's jaw had dropped. Eyeing her friend skeptically, Chi Chi raised her eyebrow inquisitively.

"You can't expect me to believe that Bulma! You spoke like it was your natural tongue!" Chi Chi snapped.

"But it is the truth, Chi, and if you don't want to accept that then so be it." Bulma growled in a dangerously low tone.

"I believe you." Chi Chi whispered, taking her friends warning.

"It was scary in a way."

"But amazing." Chi Chi added.

At this, both females started laughing. Though the humor in it unknown to even them, it was the easiest way out of the uncomfortable tension that started to build up.

"I think I'm in love." Chi Chi said with a grin.

"I've noticed, and a guard no doubt!" Bulma chuckled referring to Chi Chi's new lover, Kakorrot.

"Well at least he's tall." Chi Chi shot back.

"At least mine has a damn mind!" Bulma retorted defensively.

"Mine's stronger!"

"Is not!"

"Is so! It's obvious Bulma, I mean seriously which one is a guard and which is a slave!"

"Yes, Kakorrot is a guard, but a servant at the same time!"

"He's here on his own free will!"

"Sorry to break your dream world, but he's not. The only reason he's here is because of Stump."

"Don't stretch the truth, Stump is a mere 4th-class `play' warrior who is here to serve my MAN!" Chi Chi said bluntly.

"He's his own entity." Bulma claimed in a tone of finality. She yearned to just tell Chi Chi outright how preposterous her words were, for Stump was a Prince, the Prince, her Prince. Sadly enough, she would just have to with hold her tongue, and deny Chi Chi the knowledge of who Stump truly was.

A bleak smile spread on Chi Chi's lips.

"Bulma, what are we doing?" she questioned while shaking her head.

"Truthfully, I don't know." Bulma said in all honesty as she started to laugh, Chi Chi soon joining her.

Vegeta stormed past several servants, guards, and guests before he finally reached the iron gates that would lead him outside of the estate he had learned to despise. It would have been a relatively simple task if it hadn't been for all the guests that were now making their way through the gates and into the estate.

I hate festivals, he growled inwardly referring to the celebration that would be taking place later that evening. Once reaching the gates he pushed numerous saiyans aside if not onto the ground. Each was furious to say the least, but they did not take action upon the enraged saiyan that had inflicted the damage on them, simply for fear. The look on Vegeta's face was not an inviting one, and that was obvious with the ever-present scowl that plagued his chiseled face.

Walking at a brisk pace once he was out of the estate boundaries he nearly ripped the letters that Halie had sent him out to deliver. Though, on his better judgment, he left the papers in one piece. After deciding that since Halie had given the letters for him to take he had the right to read them, so he did , and with no regret on the personal level of which he was invading.

Two out of the three invaluable letters, were written to him, the Prince. Disintegrating one with his ki, he let the ashes leak through the crevices of his hand and travel with the passing current of wind. Repeating the same with the second, he was now left with only one letter remaining. Oddly enough, the third and last letter did not appear to be the same as the last two. Instead of elaborated colors, it was plain white and held a seal of the Lords of the Realms. It was apparent that it held greater importance then the past letters, though this fact did not phase Vegeta as he roughly ripped the seal apart, revealing a letter written in charcoal italics. Once reading the script, Vegeta found he recognized the recipient, and quite well. Another fact that was apparent was that Lord Zaladar hadn't written the document, it was a fraud, this being obvious with the missing seal of honor, which was only held by Lords and Ladies of the Vegeta-sei Court.

Vegeta was suddenly very appreciative that he was the one to receive the messages first. If he hadn't been informed of the visitor-to-be, he surely would have lost his composure between two realities. Yet, now, this new known fact could only play into his plan perfectly, and he would utilize it skillfully.

With a rush of air and ki, Vegeta took off into the mid-morning skies and stormed off to a well-known location. Minutes passed before he re-rooted his feet to the sands that covered his home planet. Stalking through the large metallic gates, he made his way to two doors that matched the color of the gateway he had just come through. Placing his hand roughly on a computerized keypad he awaited the beep that would signal his presence and his acceptance. Thankfully it came shortly and the large doors spread to allow his entrance. Immediately he took his invitation and stalked up spiral stairs of the large building he had just entered. As if on cue a feminine figure appeared in front of him, donned in only a loose garment that revealed more than needed.

"Vegeta, what. happened?" she squealed as she placed her tanned hands on his muscled chest.

"We're leaving." He responded in a gruff voice.

"Oh, really? Where might I ask? Tell me you're speaking of a pleasurable dimension." She purred in a sultry voice.

A smirk curved his lips as his dark eyes regarded her slowly, roving over each part of her body.

"Humph."

"I'll take that as a yes." She said as she walked off towards a near by room.

Instead of following her, Vegeta made his way towards a room on the opposite side of the hall they had been standing in. Once inside he stripped of his clothing and stepped into the crystalline cubicle. Pressing several buttons on the control pad, located on the side of the wall, he awaited the cold spray of water. It came shortly after and he proceeded in washing his body. Not long after did another join him in the shower, her jet-black hair clinging to her curves as the water doused the charcoal strands.

Feminine moans vibrated within the entire estate as Vegeta ravaged her, yet in the depths of his mind he felt that he was deceiving some one. Refusing to acknowledge who that certain someone was, he closed of his thoughts and let the racking pleasure build within his body.

"Vegeta." The woman moaned.

After only receiving a muffled grunt she continued.

"Say it." she whispered as she nipped his ear.

A low growl erupted from his throat, vibrating his chest.

"Say it." she purred back.

He spoke, the name muffled as his lips were pressed against her heated body. Though what she was sure of, was that the name he had spoken hadn't been her own.

Growling furiously she barred her teeth and readied herself to dig into Vegeta's flesh, that of his corded neck. Though as she jerked her head to do so she was abruptly grabbed, her body was pressed against the wall of the shower as she stared into the obsidian eyes of the Prince.

"You dare try and mark me!" he growled menacingly.

She turned her head to avoid the penetrating glare she was receiving. She let out a whimper as Vegeta roughly let her fall to the tiled floor of the shower. Quickly riding himself of her scent, he stormed out, leaving her form where he had dropped her. She remained there, deciding that giving him some time would ease his rage, though she dare not move. She knew he could sense her, and her movements, so she let her muscles ease as she lay. Once a considerable amount of time passed she rose from the tiles and left the shower cubicle, not bothering to rid the scent of the Prince from her body. Gingerly she picked up a towel to cover herself as she entered the hallways of her estate.

Upon reaching her sleeping quarters she discovered the Prince to be in formal armor.

"I told you it would come in handy." She stated as she strode in, referring to the armor that he now donned in. She previously had suggested that he leave some wear at her estate. Though in all truth she had just wanted something of his to flaunt to all her friends, she hadn't really expected it would ever come in use.

"Humph."

"What should I wear? Or should I wear anything at all?" she inquired playfully as she let the towel she had been wearing drop to the floor.

Instead of answering her, Vegeta tossed the invitation to Lord Zaladar's estate, which he had been meant to deliver. Nakilia picked the formal paper in her hands and lazily opened it. With a small groan she entered her closet and packed several wardrobes of clothes.

"Why bother with packing so much accessories for a week." Vegeta asked, slightly surprised at the loads of clothes she was stuffing into the small capsules.

"I don't need any little wenches thinking they can belittle my beauty to win you." She snarled.

Vegeta let out a low chuckle. Nakilia believed it was a result to the stupidity to her statement, that to belittle her beauty was impossible and he relished in her jealousy. Yet, Vegeta was actually recalling a certain blue haired saiyan whose beauty rivaled Nakilia's own.

"How many are already here?" Bulma asked a nearby `employee'.

"I believe that there are currently 139 guests." The elderly servant answered as he rummaged though the large list he received.

"How many are expected to attend?"

"Umm, 160 guests in all." He answered before returning to his previous duties.

Bulma sighed in relief, at least they didn't have to feed 200 guests like the last Tri-Solstice Celebration that Lord Zaladar hosted. Even though the preparations for such an event were laboring, Bulma was pleased by the fact that she would be able to join the celebrations on Lord Zaladar's behalf. In the 6 hours that the grand feast lasted, she would be looked upon as a lady, instead of the slave that she regretfully was. Though Bulma was also grateful for her status in thoughts that it humbled her.

She looked to the clock and let out an squeak as she found that she only had 20 minutes to prepare herself to attend. Dashing out of the servant's quarters she made her way to Lord Zaladar's main quarters. Luckily he was still present as she reached the building.

As he saw her he nodded knowingly and directed her to where her dress lay and where she could ready herself. A smile etched across her lips as she hugged him quickly, as a daughter would a father, before running into the building. She made a bee line to a room located on the second floor, to the right of the stairway she had just ran up. What she discovered within the room made her jaw drop in awe.

An ebony dress of silk lay sprawled on the bed that was centered in the room. Bulma approached the dress and lifted it so she could inspect it. She discovered it to be a very elegant garment with emerald gems sewn into the fine material, giving the impression of jaded rivers. The prisms of light created by the delicately cut gems made the garment seem almost ethereal.

Remembering the time Bulma was torn out of her daze. Without further or due she disrobed and quickly washed herself within the shower that was located in the room. Once feeling clean Bulma dried herself with the soft towels that were made available in the small space. Hastily she entered the main room once more and donned the beautiful dress that had been prepared for her. Still not satisfied she proceeded to fix her hair and add some makeup, thought lightly. Deciding that a more natural look would do well she applied small amounts of makeup, consisting of only blush, mascara, eye shadow, and lipstick. With her hair she opted that as a saiyan she should have an almost warrior like qualities, so she formed it into a regal bun that sat at the top of her head, finished off with several strands that hung loosely by her face. So, a warrior with style would have to do. Finally pleased she adjusted some gemmed hair accessories into her silken aqua strands. Bulma crouched down to pick up two similarly gemmed black sandals that were on the floor. Though a little bemused that the gems of the sandals were sapphire rather than emerald like the dress, she wasn't one to complain as she gently placed them on. Once placing weight on her feet she immediately found them to be elevated by heels. Not in the least bothered by her discovery she ambled towards a mirror, consequently almost tripping in the process.

"Ok maybe they're just a little harder to walk in than I imagined." Bulma growled as she steadied herself.

Upon reaching the mirror she wasn't sure if she was staring at herself or a stranger, an exquisitely beautiful stranger but a stranger none-the-less. After watching the form reflected in the clear glass repeat her movements perfectly she concluded that it was herself. In her haste she hadn't really been able to fully view the dresses form, though now it was obvious as it clung to her curves perfectly.

There was a strand of the dress that wrapped around her neck like a thin collar, then on both the right and left side the material proceeded in traveling across her collarbone and forming into a low V-line, though without exposing her body excessively. On her shoulders there was a continuation of the collar that was also a thin string of material, and it dangled down slightly, connecting with the main dress right above her breast, before it regressed back up to the ending of her shoulder. It was basically a V of material that connected the collar, dress, and sleeves. The sleeves covered her entire arms, stopping at her wrists, though strands forming from the material located on her wrists connected to her ring finger. Her back was left completely exposed except for the material that strung criss-crossed across her pale flesh, until about 6 inches from her tail. The main body of the dress caressed her body like a second skin until it loosened out near her abdomen, forming waves of silken ebony material. Within these waves were the rivers of gems that were so perfectly fitted to the material they clung to. The rivers of gems formed into a swirling path of gems about midsection. Where it then continued that way, gradually lessening before deepening along the top rim of the dress and along the collar. All the strings of ebony material that existed in the dress were covered in the emerald gems that decorated the rest of the dress as well. The dress stopped right above her knees, revealing the smooth surfaces of her legs. She truly was a sight to behold.

Bulma took a deep breath as she saw the suns of Vegeta-sei fall to the prowess of the night. The celebration would begin with the first flicker of light from the moon. As the light from the grand suns diminished she was already on her way down the stairs of the building. Within a seconds time she was outside and walking through the courtyards of the estate she had called home for so many years. She looked down at herself self-consciously as she walked along. Though she was extremely proud to find she had no trouble in walking with the heeled sandals, she was immediately discouraged at the sight of the gems. They no longer shone with emerald brilliancy, now they were only dull crystals. Bulma simply couldn't comprehend why, yet before she could curse the gems they suddenly lit into a flaming sapphire. Astonished she turned on her heel, looking for the culprit of the beauty the gems now held. Just as she turned she was faced with the radiant luminance of the moon. It's light seemed to focus on her as she stood there in bewilderment. The pale light caressed her skin igniting her every pore. Any that would have seen would think her a goddess. Each gem reflected the moons light tenfold, making it seem as if she herself held a torch of beauty, ignited by passion. Bulma searched the moon, almost for answers though her attention was quickly drawn away from the breath taking sight of the moon's crescent, to the star that had eluded her eyes for quite some time it seemed.

"Nikama Tosamei." Bulma whispered, her tone soft and enchanting as she attempted to look past the fathomless black depths of the shadow star, and peer into its true entity.

***Pronunciation: Knee-caw-ma to-sum-ay ***

***Translation: Dark Dragon***

She herself didn't even know what she had said, nor was aware at the time that it was of a different tongue. Bulma took in a breath, almost in attempt to fill her lungs with the light that surrounded her. Looking back once, though only for a moment she gazed at the shadow star before continuing to the Tri-Celebration that was occurring without her. With this thought at hand she proceeded to the dinning hall, where the celebration was to take place.

Several minutes passed before she was properly seated three seats down from where Lord Zaladar was to sit. If Lord Zaladar had a third daughter, she would be placed precisely where Bulma was now. Though Bulma fitted the spot quite comfortably and was content to fill it as well. Tonight she would be recognized as a honorary guest to the Lord and his family, although at times it felt as if they were her family as well. Gradually seats were filled with saiyans of various genders, heights, sizes, and attitudes. Although it was obvious who were of the male gender as they gawked at her openly. Bulma tried to stifle her laughter as one of the males apparently had a mate and was now being beat on the head, but to no avail. Before the saiyan was beat to badly by his mate, an instrument sounded off, signaling that the Lord and his family were to enter shortly.

First entered the eldest daughter, then in procession the youngest, Halie. After in which, Lord Zaladar and his mate entered looking as regal as ever. Bulma didn't bother to refrain the proud smile that etched its way across her face. Now most seats were filled with the guests and they all nodded their heads in acknowledgement to the honorable Lord and Lady. Bulma followed protocol and waited for them to seat themselves before opening conversation. Though to Bulma's immediate disappointment the Lord and Lady did not seat themselves, instead they stood adjacent to their chairs. Oddly enough both daughters had seated themselves, of course with the help of some male saiyan, but Bulma didn't expect any less.

"Fellow Saiyans of the Court, I am honored to have you present, and am further honored with an unexpected presence." Lord Zaladar's voice echoed proudly throughout the gigantic room.

Whispers broke out amongst the guests as they made guesses as to who the unknown `presence' was. Bulma only snickered at them all as she simply awaited the Lord to continue.

"A presence from the royal court." Lord Zaladar proclaimed.

Whispers turned into outright jabbering at this statement, that is until the Lord spoke again,

"May I present to you, from the Royal House of Vegeta, the Prince Vegeta."

Every saiyan was silenced with the news, though they rose knowingly, each stepping away from the table and kneeling with their right fist placed above their hearts, where saiyans believed their pride to be. Even Lord Zaladar was in place along with his entire family. Not one saiyan remained standing upright that is except for one completely stunned Bulma.

Before all the saiyans nodded their heads down, Lord Zaladar spoke once more,

"Accompanied by the Lady Nakilia."