To See the Old Neighborhood.....

Part 12

"Does that space ship look sort of familiar?" Turles asked Nappa, shoving the larger Saiyan a few feet from him. The small docking ship was just too small to fit the two large Saiyan's comfortably.

Nappa leaned over Turles and looked out the only window of the ship to see the much larger space bearing vessel above them. The had already begun to leave the atmosphere and the blue of the sky had faded into a grayish black. The stars had begun to show, but still seemed dull as though they were seen through a mist, or jews below the surface of a murky lake.

"I can't see anything," Nappa said, trying not to smash Turles agenst his seat as he pushed by him to get a better look.

"Up....ow, move your leg, ......up to the right. See?" Turles finally just curled his legs up onto his seat to let the mamoth Saiyan by.

"Oh.....yeah, now I see it. It's still kinda fuzzy with the sky that color, but I see something.....," Nappa squinted as he tried to see through the last puff of remaining atmosphere, "Yeah, I think I've seen it before, but don't remember where. Probably just my imagination."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Turles said after a moment of staring at their bound destination, "I guess being here makes EVERYTHING seem familiar. Seeing the kind of people ya never thought ya'd see again, the armor, the technology-"

"What about us?" Nappa asked.

"What do you mean?" Turles asked, mildly annoyed. He was trying to make a point.

"Well.......we're like the people here.....but we're not dressed like them. We don't HAVE our armor. We don't HAVE our scouters........"

"We don't have the same outlook as they do," Turles grumbled, feeling guilty for changing so much since living on Earth, "We speak, act and even THINK different than when we used to live here. Perhaps that's why we're not having very much fun here."

"Mebe," Nappa said vaguely, not really listening to Turles as he continued to watch out the window as they neared the docking bay of the other ship, to which the hatch was opening now to greet them. "Still can't stop thinking I've seen this ship before......."

"Forget it! It's just deja vu. C'mon, we're headin' in," Turles ordered, getting up from his seat as their small docking ship flew into the docking bay and landed.

"Wonder who I'll see here......." Nappa said to himself as he and Turles stood by the exiting hatch to get out. It was stuffy in that small ship. There was a quiet click and the door began to open.

Their keen Saiyan sences picked up the smell of recycled air that was mildly unpleasant. All the filtering and refiltering of the air in larger space ships with hundreds of men constantly breathing it made it seem dead. Saiyans had even been known to come down with severe cases of nausia and clasterfobia after lengthly periods of time being in larger ships like this. With all those hundreds of people, it was nerve wracking finding a fresh gasp of clean air.

"What are you doing here?" a harsh voice comanded not far from their ship.

"What?" Nappa asked as he and Turles jumped down from the hatch and landed on the floor below.

"Freiza didn't give leave for any......SAIYANS.......to come on board," the deck hand spat. He had obviously planned to say something else besides 'Saiyan' but had perhaps decided not to.

"What?! Freiza!?" Nappa yelped, taking an involutary step backward.

"Yes, FREIZA, now how did you two monk- er- Saiyans get ON BOARD!?" the deck hand pressed now that he saw fear in the huge Saiyan. He had purposly let the word 'monkey' almost slip out, that was obvious. He started to reach his hand to his scouter to inform security.

"We took a ship, of coarse. No one tried to stop us from the ground," Turles said through his teeth. He felt he could take the security guards, but from what he heard from Kakarot...........he wouldn't stand a chance agenst Freiza.

BUT THAT THE HELL WAS FREIZA DOING BACK!? Was this Noone's doing!? That freak had TOTALLY screwed up! If he brought back Freiza.......who else had he brought back? Turles didn't think he wanted to know...........but then, yes he did.

"Fine then. If you two agree to leave right now, I'll be lenient and let you slip back to your cruddy little planet like the good little monkeys you are," bored, the deck hand had already started looking for trouble else-where.

"Yessir, we're on our way. C'MON Nappa......." Turles said, dragging the larger Saiyan away by the shoulder and around a corner from the deckhand's sight.

"So I guess we're leaving then, huh?" Nappa asked as Turles glanced around the corner to make sure he wasn't being watched or followed. "Right Turles?"

"Of coarse not, fool, we're staying."

"But you said-"

"I lied." Turles grinned evily as he watched the deckhand walk off in a different direction. "I want to hang around a bit, see who all that idiot Noone brought back. Come ON, nows our chance!"

"Wait Turles!" Nappa hurried out of their sheltered corner to run across an open space in the docking bay to kneel behind a stack of imported craits. Nappa finally reached him and tried talking again, "Turles, we should leave! We should talk to that stupid no one-"

"Noone," Turles corrected as he waited for the next chance to sneak further into the ship.

"We should talk to that stupid NOONE guy right away! Or at least tell Kakarot or Prince Vegita-"

"Shaddap, Nappa, we can do this without them." Turles whispered loudly, "We don't need those two or any of their children to watch over us or hold us by the hand! I can take on nearly all of Freiza's army! Besides that, we're not going to attack. This is just a reconesance mission."

"A.......re...??" Nappa asked, though he wasn't really listening. He thought he heard foot steps.

"It's where we just go in and see what's going on -Nappa are you listneing!?" Turles got louder as he noticed Nappa starting to look aroung distractedly.

"Shhh, I hear something," Nappa whispered and ducked lower behind the craits. Both Saiyans stayed hunched there for a moment as Turles, too, started to hear the distinct sound of booted feet on deck.

The foot steps stopped right infront of the craits that concealed the two Saiyans.

"I think we may be in trouble......" Turles said, his voice hardly a breath.

****

"So that is why third class Saiyans are inferior to to Elite Saiyans."

Gohan, wearily lugging Goten, Pan and Bra on his back, could only find the words, "That's nice, Vegita, that's very nice."

"You should call me PRINCE Vegita, peasant! And put that third class DOWN. I should be the one on your back." The little Prince had been down-talking to Gohan since they left the dinning hall.

"That's not fair! If HE gets a ride, I want one too!" Trunks chimed in, and Gohan wondered if they were doing this just to torment him.

"Fine, ya know what?" Gohan said, his eyes closed as he stopped walking.

"You're going to pick me up?" the Prince asked, holding up his arms expectantly.

"Fat chance," Gohan said, and put Bra in the Prince's arms.

"Wha.....what am I do do with THIS?!" little Vegita asked, holding the baby at arm's length. It was obvious he had never held a baby before.

"Just hold it for a second," Gohan said, and handed Pan off to Trunks, who held her about as akwardly as Vegita had. Gohan slung Goten off of his shoulders and put him on the ground.

"But....Gohan...." Goten tried to give his older brother the glassy-eyed look.

"Goten, I have the mother of all headachs. No." Gohan said, arching his back and stretching his arms high above his head. "And anyway, I'm tired."

"But-" Goten started to protest again when he heard the sound of crying.

It wasn't a loud cry. It sounded more like a baby's crying than anything else. A weak, baby cry......

"What the.........," Gohan said, and followed the crying to invesigate.

"Hey! Peasant! You can't just leave me here!" Vegita yelled after Gohan, who ignored him. Trunks, still carying Pan, and Goten followed Gohan, both shaking their heads. "YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME HERE! NOT WITH THIS!!"

The Prince ran after the small band, Bra clutching tightly to his armor. They soon found the sorce of the noise.

On the ground, lying in the rubble of garbage were two bodies. One, the body of a man, a Saiyan. Beside him, crying, lay a baby. On closer inspection, Gohan could see the baby was bleeding from a horrible looking gash on his stomach. Gohan didn't even know how the baby had the strength to cry.

"Sir? Are you......are you conscious?" Trunks asked, taking a step closer to the bodies.

"Tsh, just two lower class rejects. Leave them there to die," Vegita said with no emotion, though he was casting muderious glances at Bra, who was starting to tug violently at his cape.

"Hah.....ha......" the man started to regain consciousness, trying to speak.

"What?" Gohan said, kneeling down to hear him better.

"Hel....help.....," the words were wheezed, and Gohan used personal expiriance to guess this man had taken a strong chi blast to the chest, perhaps breaking the ribs and damaging the heart. The front half of him was singed.

"Help? You need help? A doctor?" Gohan was about to get back up to search for a medical facilty of some kind, but was stopped when the castrate man grabbed his arm.

"Help my son......he'll be a great warrior someday," the man was blinking unevenly, and was bearly keeping awake.

"Okay, I'll get help."

"It won't work," the Prince said, "He's half dead and his son will bleed to death before either make it to a regent tank. They'll both die here."

"Hah," Gohan said, rooting around in his pockets, "Not if I have anything to say about it!"

"What are you gonna do, huh?" Vegita asked, "Nothing, that's what. I order it, NOW TAKE THIS BABY! I DON'T WANT IT!"

Gohan again ignored the Prince's orders as he pulled something out of his pocket, Trunks and Goten crowding around to see.

"A capsule? How's that gonna help?" Trunks asked, stepping back to clear a space as Gohan clicked it. A toss, and a puff of smoke and they could see what it was.

A rejuvination tank.

"What....how.....EH!?!" the Prince asked, taking a step back.

"Oh, cool! Gohan brought a healing tank capsule thingie!" Goten cheered, and Trunks nodded his head happily, though still fidgiting with Pan in his arms.

Gohan started to lift the man up, getting under his arms.

"No.....do him first......" the man pleaded, "He...must live."

"Okay, sir, okay.......just stay awake. Don't succumb to sleep or you may not wake up.....okay?" Gohan said, setting the other back down and carefully lifting the crying baby up. The gash was worse than he had originally thought. It went straight through one side and out the other, a thin cut, like a sword or knife.

Gohan carefully placed the mask over the baby's face and set him in the seat of the tank. The baby hardly occupied more than a fourth of it, but it would have to do.

"So......." Gohan said to the man, "What's your son's name?" He was trying to keep him talking to keep him from passing out.

Despite the man's pain, he managed a fierce, brave Saiyan smile and said proudly, "Buh.....Brolly."

To be continued............