CHAPTER EIGHT: Planning

Miaka sat up and sighed. She had been sleeping way too long for comfort. She knew Golkor was off doing work outside the palace, and that the child she'd had growing inside of her had finally been put in the tank.

What she didn't know was that Golkor was already making plans to return to the planet they had been placed in rule of.

Miaka only felt the urge to move her muscles and work on her training.

Her tail shifted against her as her mind was suddenly flooded with thoughts.

The war that will most likely happen in the near future

The king's newest level of ki.. which had pretty much obliterated all of the remaining ki reading scouters.

And the child that she'd need to be in charge of in a few lunar cycles

She lay back down, deciding to sort through some things mentally before trying to train any more.

Vegeta stood on a huge mountain. His eyes were closed as if he slept, his arms at his sides. The orange glow of the sun crept over the horizon and lit his form. He slowly began to move his arms in precise angles and directions. A sheen of sweat developed on his forehead,as he continued his actions with his eyes closed.

The wind was picking up slowly, and his hair flowed slightly against the breeze that cooled him. Vegeta's mind was clear, his thoughts focused on one thing, finding the core of himself.

Vegeta was meditating.

The shock of hearing the actual history of his sudden ki advance had sent him into deep thought. At first he'd swelled his chest and nodded to his followers, acting as if he'd only expected to achieve the status of Super Saiyan. (The "Well DUH, I AM of Royal Lineage" approach seemed to work.) Deep down, Vegeta had barely remembered the old fairy tale, and now vowed to search his mind and find the place where he could control the power that that been unleashed inside of him. For he knew the story of the first Super Saiyan, and how he'd barely been able to control himself.

He knew this was the power that had scared Freeza and his followers away, and he knew this would be the power he needed to keep them below Saiyan reign.

Ralieko smiled. "Oh, you look content!"

He glared at her and she shut up. "This is just stupid. How are we supposed to get all of this done in a matter of lunar cycles?" he looked confusedly at the paper that bore the Vejitasei symbol on the corner. "We don't even have this equipment up yet.. I mean, manual gravity chambers are a good idea, but half of these morons will squash themselves in gravity battles!"he sneered

Raleiko looked over her own copy with a bemused look on her face. Shinto was so cute when he was confused.

"New gravity chambers, new schedules, and new military structure? He's got to be kidding...." he looked at the paper as if it spoke to him, and he planned on punching it.

Raleiko gave up her silence. "They've got geneticists working on his blood! He wouldn't give up his own power secret unless he feared for our entire race and he knew it was the only way."

Shinto sneered again, brining back the wrinkles in his face, and continued to read.

"Brilliant." she said with her hand over her mouth.

Chatsu nodded without a word.

Kijah held back a grin. "Oh, she had to explain this to me a few times, but this could work. Especially if these blood samples show anything."

"Yeah..and this new military thing the Queen brought up could work! Add that to the moon-light Oozaru training and we'll win this war by a mile" Chatsu said.

Both of them stared at the papers that had been issued at the second meeting. The team that Liena had been assigned to had dug up old information about the legendary Super Saiyan. This had surprised the entire legion that was in attendence, except for his highness himself. Vegeta had almost seemed to be relieved, as if he'd been expecting it to happen.

Kijah just shook her head and read on, amazed at how organised this fight was turning out to be.

They sat in silence up against the hallway wall, tails waving in slow motion as they read.

A prison.

The information he had, and he was in a prison.

The information he'd given, and yet he was still in a prison.

The information he knew he'd continue to give, and he remained in this prison.

Radditz pulled back his fist, revealing another dent in the hard, rocky wall of his cell. This was just NOT fair.

He'd once been the King's official off-world escort, and now the same King that had once looked to him as an elite, had shoved him into the lowest place he could find.

Vegeta had, of course, met with him. He'd given him the information on Freeza, what he'd done to Nappa, and a little about his little followers. Once he was finished, Vegeta had promptly sent him to the prison, mumbling about how he could easily be some sort of deranged spy.

Radditz thre another punch, his face twisting in anger, and his tail fluffing to it's highest extent.

"Stop making that racket you moron! Some of us need sleep." an unusually higher, but very rough voice called from the next cell, obviously in complaint at his punching.

Radditz snorted. "Who are you to speak to me like that? Do you have any idea who I am?" he asked, pressing his face up against the solid, but transparent 'window' (the only way to see out of his cell), trying to get a look at the face of his critic.

He only caught a glimpse of short, black hair as what he thought to be a she spoke again.

"I know that you are just as much of an insolent baka as me, and that in the morning we'll both be forced to labor. So SHUT UP and go to sleep!" he heard shuffling as she layed down.

"I happen to be the king's escort, and I've met the great Freeza, who is SURE to kill all of us if we don't do something. I should be up there conspiring a plan but..."

A growl interrupted his words. "You're NOTHING if you're down here. Now SHIMEKIRU!(shut up)" she hissed

He retorted with a ki blast that rebounded off of the wall, and hit him. This knocked him back, slamming him head first into the wall behind him.

The female heard a thump, and nothing more. "Ch... no wonder the King sent him here.... what an idiot." she smirked and waited until the morning to see what kind of face went with such stupidity.

Bulma sat staring at another orange sunset. The horizon lit periodically as a storm brewed in the distance, but she knew she didn't need to worry about weather here. They had long since equipped the palace, and even most of the villages with buildings resistant to wind and lightning.

She placed a finger over her mouth as she thought, the calming hum of her son's gestation tank running through her ears.

The geneticists had found the blood taint that ran through Vegeta's veins. The molecule that gave him the strength to blow up the planet. The same molecule that would one day give her son the strength to blow up the planet.

She didn't write, or type, or even gather a team to pull an 'all-nighter'. Bulma sat, and thought.

If it was an army Vegeta needed, it was an army he would get.

This Super Saiyan phenomenon could be replicated through biology; a simple injection and a barrage of training. Though they wouldn't be as strong as the pure blooded taint, they would have ki's higher than they could imagine, and the power to move to this second level of strength.

Bulma ran equations through her head that were too long for paper. The process could kill a Saiyan if they weren't too careful, and could blow up the planet if they worked too fast.

She knew that she held the power of the universe in her hands. Although she'd never feel the power course through her own veins, she had the means to create an army of cold blooded killers.

Bulma flinched to herself and looked down. She wished to Kami that she could have it all. The calm, serene atmoshpere that surrounded Earth, and the family and people she'd come to love over the past few years.

She could not have them both. Bulma knew she now held responsibility to these people, her people. She was raising the future king of their planet, and toying with an idea that could save it from any future threat.

They were already cold blooded killers. They had been for years, and would be for years to come.

But her son: this small, tailed boy floating in a life-giving tank, could be the key to change. Bulma needed to make sure that this boy had a future to change.

She stood and crossed the room, pulling out a pad and writing tool, and buzzing the rest of the genetics crew.

She knew they didn't have much time.