Trunks felt himself in a world of purple haze and pink fuzzies. They were dancing about him with their little furry bodies and bouncy little feet. As he tried to move, he felt ice and a strange warmth running down his leg. The fuzzies laughed and gibbered at him as if to mock him for his attempt. Trying one more time, Trunks sapped the last ounce of strength he had to pry himself from the icy floor. It was in vain. With that, he closed his eyes once again and succumbed to the world of fuzzies and haze.

Somewhere else in space...

"Marron, what the hell are you doing here!?"

"Same as you Pan. If memory serves me right, you once did the same thing I'm doing now. You have no right to challenge me here."

Bra watched her two friends silently. There was no need to enter a cat brawl if one wasn't involved. Unfortunately, by doing such, she volunteered herself to be the third party mediator.

"Bra, what do you think?" Pan asked while deviously eyeballing her friend in such a manner that told Bra what Pan's opinions were.

"Look Pan, she's here. We're in space. Let's just get this stupid mission over with okay. Perhaps with three of us, we'll find that idiot brother of mine faster."

Both Pan and Marron looked at Bra with daggers. "HE'S NOT AN IDIOT!" they both said together.

"Eeesh, okay fine. When you don't have to grow up with him in the same house, I guess your perception is different. He's still an idiot brother to me."

"Whatever." Pan shrugged then remembered why they had come down to the living area of the ship. "Let's just eat. I'm starved!"

The subject was one all three could agree upon.

Back on the planet of saiyans...

Taree's mind was a tangled mess of confusion. Her captive played possum then showed them a power beyond that of their known universe. A super saiyan? THE super saiyan? No, they had heard stories about Brolly, son of Paragas. This one was different, but how did he attain it? If he could, and only being a half breed, then perhaps they too, as full breeds, could attain what was only thought of as legend? Their captive was the son of Vegeta, crowned Prince of Saiyans. King Vegeta's bloodline, the royal saiyan bloodline, survived Frieza's wrath. Things had become so complicated so fast. And now, everything was teetering between control and chaos. They could not hold him captive for long. Yet, being nice to him didn't encourage him to stay either. Wrecking his ship would only send him into a frenzy that could perhaps destroy them all. Not an option at all. So where to go from here? For once, she had no idea how to progress, how to answer her subordinates, or how to handle the current volatile situation.

"Sai, Midori, your presence is requested in the Hall of Challenge." Taree said over the communications system. Within minutes, her two loyal subordinates, were ready and waiting in the place mentioned.

"I'm sure you both know how dangerous and precarious our situation with the half breed has become."

Both nodded.

" I seriously doubt being injured, drugged, and on ice is going to hold him here for long. If his super saiyan abilities are like those of the legendary super saiyan, his body is mending itself already. He will eventually regain his strength and power. Injured or not, he is a threat now."

"You want us to kill him!?" Midori asked in frightful shock.

"No. But perhaps we should offer him the best respects we can for his abilities and bloodline. Perhaps we should just set him free?"

"We can't. He also still has his memory. If he's true saiyan, he'll want revenge for his mistreatment. He could destroy us and this entire planet with little effort. Then our cause is useless and the universe will be less so many more of us...perhaps solidify our species' extinction." Sai commented.

"So we are at an impasse. We're damned if we do and we're damned if we don't."

"He's revealed cunning intelligence, perhaps he'll listen to reason?"

"Why would he? Even as we speak, we've left him freezing, bleeding, and for all he knows, left to rot. His survival instinct is probably already in full swing. He'll not negotiate with those who put him in such a situation."

"But remember what he said? He's a business man back on whatever planet he's from. If we could appeal to that side of him?"

"And do you know anyone on this planet that has run a business before or has any skill in alien business practices?"

"Uh, no."

"Then what good is that bit of knowledge?"

"I don't know. I just thought I'd throw it out there since we seem to have so few options or ideas."

"Understandable. The business approach will be added to the growing list of impossible fixes."

"But, problems aside, he's still a hottie and his powers could be very useful in our next generation. The option to mate should still somehow be added to our list." Midori slid in excitedly. The other female saiyans present just stared dumbly at her. For some reason, that idea was even more remote than getting off the planet with one's life still intact.

Back in the ship...

"Pan, you're not cooking that right!"

"Bra, at least I'm cooking. Or, do you want to?"

Bra backed away.

"Didn't think so. Now for insulting my cooking, you will set the table and do the dishes. Got it?"

"Why you--" Bra started but was interrupted by the sweep of Pan's spoon.

"Bra, you either do so or go hungry. It's as simple as that."

"Fine." Bra muttered.

"Look, who died and made you our boss?" Marron added.

"Not you too! Man! You're worse than Trunks and Goku! Like you have any say Marron. You stowed away and weren't even invited. Maybe we should just throw you out of the ship with the lavatory recepticle?"

"I know a certain-other someone who stowed away on a ship once--"

"Stop bringing that up!"

"Then stop using it as a way to curtail me! Stop trying to be boss. We need to work as a TEAM and get along. Otherwise, we're going to make this mission even more worse than it already is, right?"

Bra and Pan exchanged glances then agreed. But of course, Pan was naturally seething inside. She knew she was a leader. She was the strongest, the most experienced in space travel, and skilled in combat. How could two shop-aholics who could barely cook or fight...the two vital tactics in survival, think they were on the same level as she. Pan-chan was in the house!

In the icy cavern...

Trunks was trying to regain his consciousness once again. Watching pink fuzzies was making him nauseated and dizzy. He needed to regain his bearings and senses. As he fought to pry his eyes open, his body fought the drugs and cold that sapped its strength and warmth. The coldness had numbed the wounds and halted the outward flow of blood. Already, his body was hard at work mending the open wounds in an attempt to keep the blood and heat from escaping through them.

Soon pink fuzzies were being replaced by thin, brown furry tubes. No, not tubes...tails. Legs, abdomens, arms, and soon faces filled Trunks' mind. They were those of his captives. The ones who made him trudge through the purple haze and suffer the indignity of dancing pink fuzzies. Anger was a powerful force in a saiyan, especially a super saiyan. It aided his body's fighting and healing ability. He had been tugged on a leash long enough. This time, no more Mr. NiceGuy. He was Trunks Vegeta Briefs, son of the crowned Prince of Saiyans! His blood surged with generations of pride and power! The saiyans who held him captive were not true saiyans. He would soon show them what real saiyan power was!

to be continued...