~~Retasu~~
He wept, for there were no more worlds left to conquer...

It all happened so fast, it seemed like a blur.
As if things werent difficult enough with these earthlings, it seemed I had a much more powerful rival to contend with. This thing was far more powerful than me, indeed, than all of us, which meant I would be forced to work together with them a bit longer, at least until that pesky alien was disposed of.
The descendant of Vegeta's daughter, however, did take me by surprise. Not only did he foolishly step forward to attempt to defeat the new alien alone, when he was obviously too weak, but it also seemed he had a few tricks up his sleeve. I couldnt understand it, his powerlevel wasnt even close to being able to defeat him, and yet somehow he had summoned some previously unknown strength, more than doubling his powerlevel in the process.

But the surprises didnt end there.

Just as it seemed he would falter, and when I was considering retreat (so that I could live to fight another day, as any true warrior would have done) some....thing swooped down and called out to us to hang on. By instinct I complied, reaching out and grabbing hold of a swath of fabric---

---only to find myself in another place entirely.

I blinked, momentarily stunned by what had just occured. The scenery in that blink of an eye had changed abruptly. Gone were the ruins of trees, gone was the imposing form of the new alien. In its place were marble floors and pillars, well groomed landscaping and an expanse of bright blue sky. Unable to hide my gasp of shock, I marveled about how many surprises this planet seemed to hold.

I didnt like surprises I didnt understand.

But before I could demand where I was and what had just happened, a creature spoke up. "Greetings Earth's warriors. I'm sorry if this all seems a bit strange, but all will be explained shortly, but please make yourselves at home and rest. I will send Furuto to collect senzu beans for your injuries."
I frowned, being referred to as one of "Earths warriors" irritated me a slight bit. Vegeta's Descendant spoke. "Who are you?"
"This is Kuji," one of the Earthlings spoke up, as if that told me anything. Then he said something that interested me very much, and caused a good amount of my irritation to dissipate. "Guardian of the Earth, and creator of the Dragonballs."
Creator....of the dragonballs.... So this Green Creature was the one who created the dragonballs, it must be very powerful indeed. I studied it carefully, it appeared to be just a child. This child was powerful enough to create something as wondorous as the dragonballs?
"If you created them," I began, stepping closer to the creature and looking down at it curiously. "Then you must know where they are. You must know they are in danger. If you are so powerful why do you hide up here as the people you are supposedly guarding risk their lives for them?" I could hear offended sounds from the others, I must have broken some sort of rule or custom. But at the moment I didnt care. Too many strange things were happening, and we were all in danger. It wasnt the time to be polite. Crossing my arms I watched his face wear a flicker of sadness for a moment, before looking into my eyes with grim determination. "I regret that the people of Earth are in danger. But Im not a fighter, my power lies elsewhere. Even had I been a fighter, I would most likely not be allowed to partake in battle." Smirking slightly, I was possibly about to say something rude when his next words struck a chord in me. "If I die, the dragonballs will too. Without me, they will be useless orbs of stone."

I stood frozen for a long moment, staring into the distance as my mind processed what was just said. Without this little creator, without this "Guardian of Earth", there would be no dragonballs. There would be no wish. I couldnt let that happen.
To gasps of surprise I put a fist over my heart in the traditional saiyan salute, and kneeled in front of the Guardian. "In that case, Guardian, I swear that I will defend your life with mine, and in turn, protect the dragonballs. I will say that I care nothing for this planet," I heard some annoyed sounds coming from the others at this. "but this was where the Prince of all Saiyans chose to live his life and start a family, and therefore in his honor and memory will I fight." Standing up I looked into the stunned Guardians face. After a small moment Kuji recovered from my words. "Well then, shall we move inside where it is more comfortable? Mr Popo has prepared a warm meal to sate your hunger and nourish your bodies. Please follow me."

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Inside the strange palace was a feast, one such as I have never before in my life seen. Strange beasts were roasted and placed onto platters, various fruits and vegetables were piled unto trays. Steaming bowls of a white substance I have never seen lay at each place of the grand table, as well as mugs of a spiced beverage. Plush colorful cushions lay piled on the floor near the table, and the smells..... Those heavenly smells reminded me I had had nothing but rations since leaving Planet Vegeta months ago. "By my father's tail...." I breathed, and, seeing the others began to partake of the food, I put aside all thoughts of dragonballs and aliens as I, too, dug in.

When my stomach was saited, my thoughts turned to the more pressing matters at hand. The Dragonballs. It became clear that we were in a race, one that could not be won with brute strength alone. One must be sly in times like this, when patience and intellegence outweighed the raw power. I doubted the Guardian would help me specifically look for the dragonballs, and the only other one I knew for sure that could track them was severly damaged. And thats when I could have slapped myself for not thinking of it sooner.
Of course! That false human is currently incapacitated. Nows the perfect chance to find the program that allows him to track the dragonballs and take it for myself.. All these surprises are affecting my ability to think it seems....
Standing up I moved over to where the servant was standing, watching us all eat with a big goofy smile on his face. "One of our numbers was injured." I spoke without ceremony to him. "Take me to the False Human." He seemed to know his place, smiling at me he nodded and spoke without a hint of being offended. "Yes miss, right this way. Another of your group is already with him, but with two helping the job should be done sooner. Its good of you to help."
Great.... I thought to myself. I was hoping to be able to do it alone, now Ill have to be extra careful not to get caught....
The False Human's pieces were lying on some cushions in another room of the palace. Next to them, trying to reconnect the delicate wiring joining his upper and lower halves was Vegeta's Descendant. Of course it had to be him.... He looked up at me with a wary smile, as the servant spoke to him. "She has offered to help, I wish you good luck in repairing your fallen comrade." With a small bow the little servant left, as I studied the body of the False Human, carefully avoiding the half-breed's gaze. "I believe it looks worse than it is." I spoke shortly, sitting down beside the False Human and pressing buttons on my scouter to find the diagnostic reading. I could feel Shitagi's gaze on me, studying me as my scouter outlined the broken connections and suggested new pathways around damaged sectors.
"And what does a "saiyan elite" know about making repairs? Last I checked all you guys were good for was destoying things." I could hear the bitterness in his voice, the rudeness, in response to my earlier attack on him. I remained quiet for a long moment, feeling his eyes bore into me with distaste as I took in the extent of the damage, before finally speaking in a quiet, matter-of-fact voice. "In the beginning, Saiyans were nothing more than tribal beasts. We fought against each other and against the race we shared the planet with. We adapted, we didnt create our own technology but we stole it and learned from it, learned to make it work for us. We took to the stars....and even when Frieza came, with politics and technology we didnt understand, we eventually rose above. We adapt, because that is how we survive." I looked at him with a stern face, my sharp eyes meeting his. "A Saiyan will always rely on their ownself first, their own strength. But when that fails, the need to survive is in our blood, and we will do anything it takes to ensure we do not die. Right now our race is stagnant, its feeding upon itself, and so perhaps I myself am going against the nature of Saiyans by putting the race before my own survival, but my Saiyan pride demands nothing less. My people must be freed of their own poison. And..." I chose one of the half-saiyans tools and began to make the delicate connections, my eyes turning back to the job at hand as my scouter flashed instructions for me. "If that means I must embrace technology to get the job done then so be it."

Shitagi was quiet for a long while as I worked. I wasnt sure what he thought of my speech, or what he thought of the saiyan race as a whole. I got the distinct impression that he believed the saiyans of Planet Vegeta werent his kin, his loyalties were to earth and its saiyan-mixes. Frowning slightly I thought about the history of Saiyans I had just outlined, as a realisation occured to me. Each time the Saiyan race was faced with self destruction, we became united against a force which threatened to destroy us all, in turn becoming stronger. In peace, our race turns on itself, we must always have an outlet for our violent tendancies, otherwise we begin to turn inward upon ourselves like what it happening now. As I worked an idea began to form, an idea that could possibly save our race from self induced extinction. But at the moment, I put the idea on the back burner, and as I worked, I waited for an opportunity to scan for the dragonball tracking program. I couldnt let Shitagi know what I was really after.
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Wow this was long @.@ Blade feel free to come get Shitagi for a training session ;D lol Otherwise in my next post Ill come up with something ^-~