Disclaimer: Same as first chapter.POV: Bulma
The local authorities have concluded that the DNA samples do not match any of us, to our relief. But a representative from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and a small military team has accompanied him here.
"I would like to speak with Mr. Vegeta." he says as I lead them to a large conference room.
"He will be with us shortly."
Vegeta came into the room, wet hair smelling of mint. He was dressed in a short sleeved, burgundy, black button, casual dress shirt, with no tie and a pair of olive green Dockers. His black boots went halfway up his calves. His black belt completed the look.
I could not help but notice how good the father of my children look in those clothes. Trunks bought them as a gift last year when he and Goten went to the mall with the girls a few months ago, before Bra and Goten parted ways. They were double dating at the time.
"Mister Vegeta why are you here on earth?" Taishi, the MFA rep asked.
"My home planet was destroyed, and your atmosphere is compatible with my biology."
"I see. How many of your kind are here?"
"Just one other."
"Did he come with you?"
"No. He was sent here as a baby, before I arrived."
"How was your planet destroyed?"
"Meteor shower."
"So, you and Kakarott are the only survivors?"
POV: Vegeta
"Yes."
The police report was obviously handed off to these people. It is no surprise to me, considering the nature of this visit. They either think that they can defend them selves against me, or plan to to take me somewhere by force.
"Your ability to fly and fire energy blasts from your hands has us intrigued. How do you do this? Our records show that two members of this 'Z fighter' group as you call yourselves, are human and can do the same." the General asked.
"That is correct."
Just as I answer, Kakarott appeared in the room with two fingers on his forehead, wearing his usual gi.
"Hey Vegeta. Do you want to sp– Oh you have company."
"Kakarott, how good of you to join us." Taishi stated.
"Did Vegeta tell you that name?"
"No, Kakarott, they hacked into Bulma's computers and got it from there" I said with a knowing smirk.
"Oh."
POV: Goku
"My name is Goku."
"If that is what you prefer."
I didn't like how they spoke so familiarly to me, especially with my saiyan name! I get the impression that these people want something from me.
"In order for both of your continued residence here, we require you to train one of our military teams. And last but not least, Bulma, you will provide us with tissue samples." Taishi said.
"I see. So we have to leave if we don't agree." I looked at Vegeta. He was scowling even more than usual, probably too angry to speak.
"That is correct."
"Kakarott I will not kowtow to these humans... and neither will you. I won't allow it."
"Vegeta calm down. They just want us to train them. It's about time they learn how to defend themselves properly anyway."
"Hn. Kakarot I will agree on two terms. One, you will train civilians, while I train their military team." Vegeta said with a smirk.
"Agreed." I said.
"Very well." Taishi said with some dismay.
'If the military was only taught to use their energy, they could dominate the state. We don't need another worldwide war between the humans.' Vegeta said telepathically.
'I agree. I don't trust them completely.'
POV: Bulma
This is infuriating! I know what kind of things they will do with those samples. Not to mention, Goku hates needles. I'll have to think of something.
The meeting went on for a while longer with more bull about national security and so forth. While it is true there are threats from other worlds out there in space, I'm more worried about the threats to Goku and Vegeta right here. I'm also worried about my children. Yes they are full grown men, but I am still concerned. It is evident that the two saiyans have similar concerns for their offspring.
Finally the meeting is over. The three of us retire in the residential wing of the building. I invite Chichi over. Our families have much to discuss. As if Roshi's death wasn't enough of a load already.