Where the he-- Well it's not THERE... (OPAN)

[Genji]

Genji continued to look around, dumbfounded. Lost, confused, and... Kinda really fuckin' cold, outside the bowels of hell. Hell had it's cold parts, but they were still hotter than this. He shivered slightly, wrapped his tail-- which had been unusually still in his confusion-- tight around his waist beneath his jacket, and rolled down the sleeves of said article over his bracers. Trademarked hell clothing wasn't exactly made for cold weather, but he'd deal. At least it was different.... Quickly looking up as the sky darkened for a moment, he observed a cloud passing over what he seemed to remember was called a sun. ...Slight exaggeration, but after decades in hell, shit was new to him all over aga--...

...

Lowering his head, he whipped it up again, looking up for something. Waving frantically above his dome, Genji realized something was amiss... His Halo was gone. "...Am...I alive?" He asked, incredulous. Grinning from ear to ear after a moment, he shattered the silence of the surroundings with an echoing bark of laughter. He reached out and whirled around in the frigid-- about eighty degrees-- air and reveled, in a most un-Saiyan fashion, in it for several moments before returning to the very real, very life-like problem.... He had no bloody clue where the hell he was. All he knew was that it wasn't there, for fuck's sake. And, in the end, that's all that really mattered.

"Still, some assistance would be nice.... Where's the damn welcome wagon!?" He could sense... monsters pretty much everywhere. Scattered across what he could only guess was a planet out in the living dimension, somewhere. ... To think of it, a couple of those signatures seemed somewhat familiar, but they were too suppressed and most decidedly too far away to tell for sure.

"One way to find out without braving this insanity...." He muttered to himself as he unfurled his tail and began tensing his body. Tail flickering violently at uneven intervals, his countenance soon grew dark with concentration and simulated anger. His Powerlevel rose... Higher, higher, and higher still. "Whether... by scouter..." he grunted to no one as he focused, "or by the senses... I know at least... some of them must... have...." They were bound to detect the fully flaunted power of a Super Saiyan. Particularly one they'd never sensed before, if by the latter method. And juuuuust maybe, they'd come to investigate, and be able to answer some damn questions.

Growling with the effort now, after a couple of minutes of flickering lights and infrequent shimmering hair, Genji burst his limbs and back out to extension and roared with the ascendant power of a Super Saiyan. Tail swishing wildly as waves of power-- a Super Explosive Wave-- shot out from his body in all directions, shattering pieces of the top of the volcano several hundred feet below, Genji let loose as much power as he dared without tiring himself, and then, reducing his aura to barely a glow, crossed his arms over his chest, curled his legs up underneath him, and resigned himself. For, flickering golden tail and all, Genjir was now the embodiment of the waiting game....

[Vegeta]

Humans were weird. They liked to come up with the most fascinating explanations for things. The bored prince tilted his head to one side, then the other as the man droned on about how some old fossilized culture could not cut stones with precision modern machines couldn't even do and how it had to be the work of aliens. He mulled the possibility over, as strange as it seemed when he felt something out of the ordinary and it wasn't coming from just outside the house.

"Really?"

That was all Vegeta could ask as he looked from the television to glance at nothing in particular over his shoulder, focusing on the direction of the anomaly. He was in the middle of watching a hilarious show about 'Ancient Aliens' and whatnot when his senses picked up on something foreign. It wasn't those newly revived nimrods bouncing around his gravity room. Bardock didn't give off that particular signature and neither Selypa or Raditz, as far as he knew, had hit that level yet. He sighed in aggravation. Time to go smash someone for interrupting his show.

But he wasn't going alone. Lesson time, and maybe a new, unknown opponent for his idiotic student.

"PEPPER!" He bellowed and if that didn't do the trick, he did the same over the intercom to the gravity chamber. "We have something to check out and if your sorry tail isn't coming with, I'll bury you!"

Ignoring the snickers from the others at the threat, not because they didn't think he would do it, but because it was just too amusing when he threatened people for whatever reason. Like when he threatened Selypa earlier...That had been quite the stand-off which eventually came to an end once they both got annoyed enough with Bardock taking bets as to who would blink first to take their own bets on who would knock him out first. Cracking his neck with a snort, he pulled on a pair of army boots, already dressed in a black tank top and camouflage patterned pants, the prince stepped out of the residence so he could take off into the air. The flare of energy felt more like a beacon of sorts then anything hostile, which was rather odd. If Trunks wasn't busy with his laboratory work, he would just send him to do it, but since the incident with bringing Raditz and the pasty skinned elf woman home, he was not so inclined to investigate for him.

Without waiting for Pepper to join him on the lawn, he let his energy spark up as he launched off the grass to take to the air and follow his senses towards the source of the unidentified power. The woman would probably be slow on the uptake, but she had gotten good about sensing people out and it wouldn't take her long to catch up seeing as Vegeta wasn't bothering to go at top speed. Whoever was signaling was probably waiting either way.

[Sansho "Pepper"]

"Ha! Ha! Haaaa-ya! Ha- Huh?"

The slender woman paused in mid-punch, her long ears twitching. For once, the Ikikesan wasn't burying herself in the danger room Gravity Chamber, but was instead in one of the only clear portions of the yard, staff in hand. Of course, that was merely because she had just exitted the gravity chamber, and was currently doing stave work to cool down, before she went into eat. If there was one thing Pepper wouldn't do, it was let her muscles sieze up by trying to relax too fast after a work-out.

Wrinkling her nose, she took a look around, even as she picked up her towel and mopped the sweat off of her face. It was starting to feel like that a single day couldn't go by without something happening. Hopefully whatever it was wasn't taking her to that horrid place up north.

Actually...

Her green eyes blinked, taking a second as her long ears began to twitch rather rapidly. A frown touched her innocent face as she tossed the towel to the side. With her training done, and wanting to avoid the comments that Bardock and Selypa seemed to enjoy tossing out, she had pulled on a pair of black pants that were fairly unisex. She hadn't quite pulled on the zhongshan jacket that went with it, but was doing so now. Like always, her breasts were tied down, and once the jacket was on and clasped shut, she had made the transformation to.. a pointy-haired pretty-faced boy.

Slinging her staff on her back, she concentrated, gathering her qi and launching into the air. Normally, she didn't take her staff with her when Vegeta hollered for her. But she didn't have time to put it back into her room, and she wasn't about to leave it out for Bardock to play with.

Or something.

Concentrating, she followed the beacon that was Vegeta, catching up to him with relative ease. Once she was caught up, she dropped her speed down to his, staying just a little bit behind him, letting him lead, as she tilted her head towards him.

"Is someone... waiting for us?" Pepper asked in confusion, revealing that it was the innocent side that was accompanying Vegeta. "Doesn't feel like something that wants to smash our faces in.. Course I could be wrong, but..." Shrugging, she looked forward again, towards whoever it was that had disturbed Vegeta from his television.

"... Aww man. I didn't get a chance to eat..! I hope this doesn't take long, I'm starving!"

[Genji]

Flicking golden fur up top and down below were the only indications of motion for several minutes. His pale hair moved with the occasional gust of wind, and the last three inches of his tail, which sagged down beneath him, flicked back and forth. Else, he maintained his position, much curled into a ball, hovering high above. Eyes closed, he focused his ki senses outward. They worked better when he was silent, still, and focused. One of the powerhouses was moving. Some thousands of miles to the east, but coming this way. [Good.] He thought. They weren't moving as fast as they could have, though.... He wondered why. He also wondered why it seemed... bisected. [Are there two of them...?]

The more he focused, and the closer they got, the more he realized that that was exactly the case. Two signatures moving at what seemed to be something of a leisurely pace. Certainly not as fast as what the one seemed to be capable of. The one that seemed somehow familiar. That was something else that bothered him... Who or what could have escaped from hell that he'd be familiar with their power, their presence? It didn't occur to him to be one of the only living people he'd ever witnessed while dead... It was so long ago that he had played spectator to those battles.

Still, short of flying out to meet them, there was nothing to do but wait, and so wait Genji continued to do. Besides, it wasn't as if maintaining the Super Saiyan transformation for an extended period of time wasn't beneficial.

Shifting slightly about himself, Genjir tilted his head off to one side, cracking his neck, and brought his tail up behind him to scratch the back of his head at the same time. Whipping back down, his tail was a pendulum for a few seconds before all was still once more. He was amazed at how patient he still was, considering.

[Vegeta]

"It's about time." The irate Saiya-jin grunted once Pepper joined him. Of course, he was going at a lazy pace. Unless this beacon of power was blowing someone up, they could wait. Besides, no one just powered up and sat like that unless they were waiting for some manner of response. Vegeta was tempted to give them one right to the face but he would have to be grudgingly diplomatic until they seemed a threat. It was something he was trying to work on.

"So it would seem." He snorted as they closed in on their target. "Just because it doesn't feel hostile, doesn't mean you let your guard down. If I get the feeling you do, I'll help you bring it back up."

With a kick to the head.

"And stop thinking about your stomach! I swear, you're as bad as Kakarot!" Shooting her a glare, they arrived over Mount Five Element in no time and he came to a halt several yards from their mystery source of power. Vegeta gave what he could see was a young...Saiya-jin, if that tail and ascended glow was anything to go by, a grumpy stare. "Really?" He questioned again. Okay, where the fuck did this one come from? He knew what Saiya-jins had escaped the destruction of Vegeta, outside of Turles who had been a pleasant surprise, and he knew they hadn't revived anyone besides the three Stooges back at Capsule Corporation. There was no visible halo, so he wasn't dead...So where the fuck did he come from?

Crossing his arms over his chest as he hovered there with his pupil, Vegeta studied the new monkey. The older Saiya-jin could not recall many of the names of Saiya-jin in his father's empire. He had been a whelp when the planet was destroyed, so he never had the time to accumulate the impressive list to learn. So for now this was just another grunt whose name he had to learn. But the one question still persisted and instead of any manner of greeting or asking any other question, he went with that one.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

Yeah, he really wanted to know that. Then the how, the why, and eventually they would get to the who. After all of that was squared away, he would figure out whether this peon had any intentions of causing mischief. 'If he does, I'll put a stop to that and quick before he becomes a problem.' A Saiya-jin enemy was a little more worrisome then anything else, at least in his opinion. They had potential to become a big, massive problem down the road and as fun as a challenge was, he had started to have an appreciation for crushing incoming issues.

[Sansho "Pepper"]

"I'm sorry!" The Ikikesan winced, half-expecting- okay, completely expecting- to be hit upside the head by Mister Vegeta, and most definitely to be blown out of the air by a timely energy blast. Unable to help herself, she wrinkled her nose at him before turning her gaze forward.

Truth be told, she still hadn't met this Karkarot or whatever his name was, and couldn't really see what was so bad about him, other than the fact that his name usually came up when Mister Vegeta was feeling pissy and felt like complaining. Or when he was telling stories of adventures to the other recently-resurrected saiyajin. Bulma and Trunks tended to call him Goku, which had confused the simple girl until Trunks had divulged that both were one and the same person, much like how she called herself Pepper. Kakiri was of the mind that no matter what his name was, he sounded like an utter moron. To Pepper, however, he seemed like he'd be a nice guy.

All the more reason to call him an idiot. Kakiri shot at her rather sourly.

He sounds like he's fun! Pepper argued back, her ears flickering back and forth as the two personalities engaged in an internal argument, even as her eyes watched the ground below.

"And I won't let my guard down, Mister Vegeta." Pepper added quickly, even as her ears continued to twitch. Her lower lip stuck out in a petulant pout as she flew. Until, of course, Kakiri smacked her, causing her to wobble in the air. Shaking her head, she quickly steadied herself, though she was a bit red-faced. Her green eyes searched the landscape, studying where they were going.

It was obvious that they were headed to the mountains, something that she wasn't completely adverse to. Mountains, after all, were large outcroppings of earth. And however stronger she was becoming in Vegeta's vigorous training, there was something comforting of the fight, if one did occur, being among her element.

... Of course, Kakiri was getting some pretty sick giggles from the image of an unknown enemy suffering a good ol' fashion druidic beatdown, with chunks of stone being hurled from every angle. Pepper hung her head a bit, sighing. At least Kakiri was easily amused...

Soon enough, however, they reached the strange beacon, and it was something of a surprise. Coming to a halt just a step behind and below Vegeta, she regarded the stranger, tilting her head in some surprise. She.. hadn't quite been expecting another monkey, or one that was all empowered and shiny. Trunks had called it... Super Saiyajin or something. She wasn't sure. Carefully, she probed with her senses, trying to see how strong he was, even as her long ears twitched rapidly for a moment. Shrugging a bit, though careful not to disturb the staff on her back, she crossed her arms over her chest, one leg bent slightly as she hovered in the air.

Huh. Well. Bet Vegeta will probably have me fight him if it comes to that. Part of her did wonder what the monkey made of her.

Guess I'll find out. Wonder if he'll know I'm a girl off the bat like Trunks did? Hey, if he does, then I know he's a pervert! It was hard to hide her snickers, but she did, keeping her unblinking eyes on him.

[Genji]

There was a part of him that couldn't let go of the strange sense of familiarity that one of the beings approaching him held. Another part of him, though, the part that kept him sane for years at a time while dead, kept him rooted-- or perched, really-- right where he was. Patient, sentinelled, for an indeterminate amount of time. The real key was thinking of nothing. For the more you thought, the slower time seemed to flow, and the less patience you'd have. But by thinking of absolutely nothing for stretches of time... at a time... the mind blanked, and time passed unencumbered by thought and worry. Interspersed with observing the approaching energy, eventually they arrived.

A gruff and angry voice reached his ears, but it wasn't until the actual question was asked that Genji responded. "Exactly there, actually...." He said with a relatively light and informal tone. It was then that Genji opened his eyes and took a look at the pair floating before him. It only took him a moment to recognize Vegeta. A moment of realization, shock, awe, fear, respect, and a dozen other things that whipped him out of his curled position, knocked the Super Saiyan right out of him, wrapped his tail around his waist, and put him into some bizarre rendition of an aerial kneeling position. "Your Majesty! I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you... I've only seen you twice before, sire." His tone most definitely changed, now. Respect and reservation.

His sagged, black hair, now much more susceptible to the high winds, partly covered his down-turned face. Genji didn't so much as glance at the person with the prince. He was too busy shaking multiple decades of rust from his Saiyan etiquette. It seemed some sort of miracle that he were to end up on the same world as Prince Vegeta. Whether it was a good or bad one wasn't yet clear, but somehow it had happened. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of coincidence that could possibly be. "Forgive me, sire, but... how long has it been," He'd look up slightly, now. "since we were killed?"

[Vegeta]

The response made him arch a brow. So he came from Hell? Then he would have a halo. Somehow he came back to life and they certainly had nothing to do with it. Of course, he could be speaking metaphorically, but Vegeta doubted it. His head cocked to the side as what sounded to be a fairly young Saiya-jin opened his eyes to look at them and then seemed to stumble from his aerial seat. Ah, so he recognized him. Recognition made him smirk. It was nice to know he had some of his people acknowledging his royal blood. It was obnoxious that Earthlings could not be bothered to do the same. When they said Prince Vegeta, it was usually in a mocking tone.

Fucking diplomacy. At least they were Bulma's friends and not his.

He waved a hand dismissively when the other Saiya-jin tried to apologize for his tone and whatnot. He was more interested in his information at the moment. The question of how long ago they had died told him just where this particular warrior came from. "Hn, I would say fifty years, give or take." It felt somewhat odd to him knowing that they had last seen him a runt of a prince and now he was technically a king in his prime. He had, for a short time, taken note of how timeless Hell seemed to feel. He could only imagine how fifty years of it felt. "I suppose you found a good time to bring yourself back from the dead, especially considering we will be doing the same with many others in due time."

Vegeta took a second to survey the area. Odd place to find a revived Saiya-jin out of the blue. He eyed the volcano critically. Somewhere in the periphery of his mind, he knew there was some folklore about the volcanic mountain that may or may not be somewhat related to the Otherworld but he couldn't quite remember. Looking from the landscape back to the young Saiya-jin, he continued with his questions. "How exactly did you get here? Someone simply coming out of Hell alive out of no where doesn't exactly happen." Sure, he and others had come out, but they had assistance in that.

Actually...Vegeta held up a hand to stop him before he could start. "Actually, let's save the explanations for over a meal. I don't think I'll be able to properly hear it all over Pepper's growling gut anyway." The royal shot his pupil a look, since he really could hear her stomach starting to protest. Hovering over a volcano in the wind didn't make for a good conversation location anyway. Besides, it was mealtime anyway and Bulma's mother was the one in charge of the spread this time. Not to mention, this new monkey might appreciate his first live meal after so long and he didn't register as a hostile threat. Yet. It would depend on what sort of aspirations someone his age had, whatever it was, but they most likely ran along the lines that it did for most Saiya-jins. Fight, eat, fight, eat, fight, fight, eat and maybe sleep. "We'll return to Capsule Corporation and we can have an exchange of information after we eat."

[Sansho "Pepper"]

Like always, Mister Vegeta was the center of attention, something she was completely fine with. After all, he was the same race as Mister Vegeta, who was a prince and all. Which technically didn't matter to Pepper, but she wasn't the type to really dwell on that. Really, she had always preferred proving herself anyways...

Focus, idiot! Kakiri sent her a stinging mental slap that caused her head to jerk just a bit. Shaking her head, she blinked her green eyes, re-focusing them, her ears twitching just abit.

Huh. He said 'Majesty', not 'Highness'. Maybe they use different forms of address? Or maybe Mister Vegeta lied. Pepper thought to herself. Since she didn't know the whole backstory or anything, she just stayed quiet, though she wished her stomache could do the same.

Uuugh. We're starving. And you're floating in the air like an idiot. Tell me, when you finally decide to eat, can you get something sweet? Kakiri demanded rather acidly in her head.

I want spicy. Pepper responded absently, ears flickering as she watched the exchange between the two.

Sweet. Kakiri shot back.

I'm not getting into an arugment with you! Mister Vegeta will kick our butt if I stop focusing! Alas, internal monologue...

The argument was interrupted by Mister Vegeta's comment, one that caused her face to redden just a bit. Wrinkling her nose, she looked to the Prince before reaching up with one hand to scratch the back of her head. "You rushed me out of there so fast I didn't have time to eat anything. And I had just finished a round of training..." She grumbled, though she kept her eyes down.

"Do you want me to go ahead of you and warn Miss Bulma that there's company? So that way her smiling mommy can make sure there's enough?" If she had learned anything while staying at Capsule Corp, it was that the monkey people ate enough to make her appetite look relatively normal. If she started now, she could get back there just fast enough to warn Bulma's mother that another guest was coming. Then, if she was lucky, she could grab a shower quickly before Bulma beat her with a stick.

[Genji]

What Vegeta had to say shocked Genji out of his formality, his position sagging into a more loose hover. "Fifty years...." The shock was replaced by a pang of anger as his form tensed. He thought before the Prince's further statements knocked him out of his minute rage. Looking back up, he was confused. Bringing others back? What was he talking about? How was that possible? He didn't even know how he was alive again, let alone any others. He thought he remembered something about wishes with that tiny pink freak they fought but... It was so long ago he couldn't really remember the details. If he'd been dead fifty years... That had to be at least a decade ago.

He was about to begin to regale how he'd explored hell and found a rift in the dimensions, as bidden by his... well technically, the man was a king now, wasn't he? King Vegeta was as alive as one could be in hell, he had his body, but he was still dead. That would make Vegeta Junior king, wouldn't it? Genjir wasn't familiar with the politics. He was more into the study of his enemy than that of society. Regardless, he was cut short by a raised hand. [Capsule Corporation...? ....Miss Bulma?] A quick glance to the other, effeminate person. Considering a Saiyan's definition of a woman, clad in armor, that could be a female floating there for all he knew. The voice certainly wasn't masculine, but then it also was some sort of Alien, wasn't it?

Then the thought of food and Genji's own stomach suddenly rang out, echoing over the wind. His partly gloved hand gripped his stomach through his shirt and armor. "It's probably been years since I've eaten anything." He admitted in a low tone. He would have sat there and asked more questions, but the hunger was beginning to get to him now that he apparently had a life to worry about. Ascending probably only exasperated the condition. And there was also the fact that probably the sole person he'd be answering to in this world had basically said to shut up until they had a chance to eat.... So he held his tongue, raised his powerlevel a little to keep up with their travel when Vegeta decided to take off, and waited.

Besides, thinking clearly on an empty stomach wasn't a Saiyan's strong point by any means.

[Vegeta]

"Hmph." The prince snorted at Pepper's question of whether they were to go warn Bulma's mother or not. Unexpected guests was a way of life for them really, since sometimes Gohan visited with Pan for some 'play date' with Bra or Kakarot sometimes dropped in for a spar. Then there were the times when Bulma had gotten some abrupt urge to just throw a party whenever. Her mother was probably used to it by now, she always seemed so eager to please anyway.

Without saying anything, he suddenly powered up, pivoted in the air and took off in the direction of Capsule Corporation and West City. Pepper and the newcomer would have to keep up, if they didn't, Pepper knew the way and the other Saiya-jin was likely able to follow his powertrail anyway. It would be embarrassing if he didn't. Unlike traveling to the sight over Mount Five Element, Vegeta applied more speed on the way back. He had more reason to move this time anyway. Food and information. The royal Saiya-jin touched down onto the back lawn, which had long been cleaned of the bone debris and dust. He looked up, seeing Raditz had returned from wherever it had been that he kept taking off to. The maned monkey was most likely getting familiar with the terrain and doing whatever druid stuff it was he did. Nose twitching, he banged a fist on the side of the gravity chamber Bardock and Selypa were likely training in.

"FOOD. And we have a guest with a tail."

That was likely to get them out. They might be vaguely curious about the tail part, but the call of food would have them running like the monkeys they were. While they were busy collecting themselves, he turned to Genji once he and Pepper were touched down. "If you go about trying to blast anyone, I'll put you back where you came from. And keep your paws away from the women...You're liable to lose them." Vegeta warned and it wasn't necessarily him that Genji really had to worry about. Bulma could be dangerous when she wanted to be, even Bardock found that out. Turning away, he led the way to the kitchen, not really waiting to let the newcomer look around. "Oi, we have an extra mouth to feed."

"Ooooh?" Bulma's mother turned from the stove, looking as disgustingly sweet as ever. She gave a tiny giggle and waved the spatula around. She wasn't bothered in the least. "Okie dokie then!"

[Sansho "Pepper"]

Considering she had lived with them for less then a week, Pepper didn't really know how normal it was to have random company popping in out of nowhere. It was strange for one of them to be staying long-term like Pepper was at the moment, but she didn't really know that either. It did occur to her that nothing seemed to take Mrs. Brief by surprise. Either the woman was used to something like that, or she was the most amazingly calm person in the world.

Probably both.

Before she could really think too much of that, Vegeta had pulled one of the stunts that she was beginning to expect, and just powered up, turning and taking off. The Ikikesan wrinkled her nose before looking at Genji. "Well! Keep up!" She piped cheerfully before launching after Vegeta. Mid-air take-offs were still giving her a bit of trouble, but overall, she didn't flub it too much and wasn't too shakey. Once she had speed, she settled into a comfortable speed.

If Genji couldn't keep up with her own speed, she would slow a bit. Otherwise, she flew through the air towards Capsule Corp. Her own focus was now entirely on her stomache, which was now growling loud enough to be a yeti. Or a dinosaur. Or Vegeta on a bad day. That last thought caused her to start giggling. That is, until a mental smack from Kakiri sent her wobbling in the air.

You never let me have fun. She accused her other half.

Shut up and get food. And for Gaia's sake, let me eat something sweet, you inbred! Kakiri snarled in her mind.

Sooner then later, she touched down on the ground, landing with caution as Vegeta was liable to smack her if she didn't land properly. Inside her head, Kakiri was now cackling at the image of the newcomer getting chased around the grounds by Bulma with a frying pan for a grope that wasn't very proper. Pepper, however, just zoned in on the food. Her ears twitched rapidly before she sniffed the air. Then, like that, she was gone, zipping across the ground towards the kitchen.

Sometimes it was best to grab food before the multitudes of saiyajin.

[Selypa]

This whole gravity chamber thing was actually kind of useful.

The petite Saiyajin woman was steadily beginning to enjoy life. There was food, booze, and plenty of both. And then there was plenty of people to spar against. When she had first gotten out of the tank and really had a chance to look around and get a good taste of things, she had almost been disappointed in the Prince- Well, technically King- at first. To her senses, he wasn't really all that powerful. Of course, he was possibly hiding his power level, but even then, it was still pretty damn low.

Then, in true Vegeta fashion, he had shown off and given them a taste of what was to come.

It had only been.. what, two days? Yeah, two days since she, Bardock, and Raditz had been brought back to life. Most of it had been spent drinking, gorging on food- if a Saiyajin could ever gorge on food- and sparring in Vegeta's gravity chamber. In fact, Vegeta's hunch was right, as she was in there with Bardock.

The banging on the wall of the gravity chamber didn't even phase her. Ducking a blow from Bardock, she backflipped out of the way, her tail twitching at the mention of food. "It's about time. I'm starvin- wait, what? A guest with a tail?" At that, she looked at Bardock, raising an eyebrow. Had Toma or someone made it out of hell as well? Or something? With that, she began to move towards the entrance, grabbing one of the bottles of water. The first couple of times, she had accidentally crushed the bottles, spraying water all over herself. Honestly, this.. 'plastic' was rather flimsy. Still, she took care not to crush it as she opened up the door. And god so help Bardock if he tried anything funny, she wanted food and was curious now.

Out of the gravity chamber came the only full-blooded female saiyajin currently alive. Her violet eyes swept the grounds, barely seeing the tail-end of the Prince's strange student dashing into the kitchen. A smirk touched her lip. Pepper was too much fun to fuck around with, especially if she was riled up to the point that her violent half came out. Mental disorders weren't something to be trifled with, as everyone had found out with Ba'Tege, but the kid seemed to have a better grasp on herself then the insane outcast prince.

Vegeta was heading into the kitchen as well, followed by some punk she vaguely remembered seeing around Hell. If she remembered, he was a kid that mostly lurked and was a bit of a scrapper. He was polite, once you beat his ass. Otherwise, he was like most saiyajin punks. His name wasn't coming to her immediately, but he hadn't really done anything outstanding to warrant her attention.

Wait. Didn't I hear something about someone getting their ass kicked by a golden-haired saiyajin in Hell? It was someone from the Ginyu Force that had been blathering about it. Which basically meant she couldn't trust her sources, as they were all buffoons anyways.

Still, fuck this. He was following Vegeta like a puppy, which meant he wasn't a threat. And there was one thing that all Saiyajin could agree on:

Food came first.

[Bardock]

Like Selypa, he had come to rather enjoy living again and Earth wasn't a bad little slice of the galaxy. It was certainly more lush than home had been and it's denizens were laughably weak, but their 'wine and dine' qualities were better than he expected. He had experienced worse so it wasn't all that bad. He had yet to go exploring much beyond West City, deigning to keep low for just a little bit while getting the rundown of Earth customs from Vegeta as well as other tidbits of information before looking for the rest of the family to get familiar with.

"Huh?" His arm swung, missing as the female ducked and backflipped away. The taller Saiya-jin looked toward the direction of the banging, arching a brow. Woot, food. But what did Vegeta mean by a guest with a tail? Shifting his footing so he no longer stood poised for a spar, he watched Selypa head for the door and he followed, swiping off the sweat from his brow and making sure the machine was off so it wasn't left unattended. "Not sure what he means, but only one way to really find out..."

Sure enough, they could see once they were out and he tilted his head as he looked Genji over. He didn't really know who it was any better than Selypa and shrugged it off. One more Saiya-jin, he couldn't complain though Vegeta's warning made him glance at Selypa and smirk. Bulma was about as weak as they came, but she was still an intimidating woman and she had her ways of getting payback if her mate didn't do it for her. Hell, she did it even if Vegeta made the offender sore. Pepper was capable of tending herself, as was his teammate. He kind of hoped the kid tried something. Dinner and a show sounded pretty good after a nice workout.

"Almost thought they brought Toma back or something...Guess they're still working on making more goo." Since the ship had been cleaned out before they could get to it, they had been shit out of luck on getting their hands on research material. But if the currently transformed burly wolf skulking around Mrs. Brief's garden was true to his word, they might develop a replacement of sorts. He just wasn't sure what he had in mind. "Oi, Raditz. Stop playing the part of the furry and come eat."

[Raditz]

Off to the side, skulking around the garden was a large Vegetasei wolf with thick, spiked black fur. He stared in their direction with narrowed dark blue eyes. He was busy with study anyway. Besides, soon enough he would have to go and resume working on his special project.

Go eat...with them? That was like deliberately stepping into a madhouse when you knew what was going to happen. "Despite the fact I'm sure the good portions will be devoured, I'll wait. I rather like keeping my fingers, thank you." His gaze shifted towards the newcomer almost dismissively. Not another druid, just another monkey and not a female either. Raditz had no interest in him.

The transformed Saiya-jin turned away, lumbering towards the back of the garden where the greenhouse was. He had planted a few fruit and vegetable species from home in the enclosure to cultivate extra seeds for storage.