Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, or any of its characters. I do own Kala, Koshiro, Temko, Yahima, and any other characters that I might decide to add later on that don't belong to Akira Toryama. If u want to use any of them, well, uh, email me. If I don't like u, well, tough, u can't use my characters. (I'm a mean bitch, I know *lolz*)

*Ok. So Kala gets kidnapped by a psychopath. How fun. Oh, this is gonna be one wild ride. MWAAAHHHHAAA!!! And by the way, Kala's now 15. Let's just say she's grown up a bit. For instance, if Goten kissed her now, she would not mind one bit. Well, considering that he's Goten, she might, but you get the picture. She's living with these two guys, Temko and Yahima, of course along with Koshiro. Koshiro has an empire, similar to that of the Saiyan Empire. Although she's too young to be second in command, she's the second strongest next to Koshiro.

Part Two - Darkness

Running through darkness could be so frightening sometimes; it was the same as not knowing, being ignorant. She hated it. As she neared the end of the corridor, she stumbled; may the Kaios damn the stupid bastards who created this place. All it contained was evil. Not that she was against destroying a planet or two; she just didn't like being on the other side. 'The side that always lost,' she thought grimly. She caught her breath; she was panting, just from running. This was not good. She ran, ran until her legs would carry her no longer, until she came to the end of the hallway. She emerged into a circular room, lined with riches and furnished beautifully. It was a room of grandeur, a room that the gods lived in. She exhaled unevenly, her breaths coming in shallow spurts, until a voice filled her head.

"Hello, Kala."

Kala turned sharply behind her; no one was there. She searched the room while the voice laughed at her peril.

"Haven't you gotten bored of looking for me that way? You're not going to find me by simply searching," the voice echoed through her mind.

"Where are you, bastard? Come out, so I can show you the respect deserved of the Saiyan no Ouji's successor." (A/N: I don't know if this is right. I want to say the Saiyan King, and I think that's either King or Prince. If anyone knows, can they please tell me?) Kala spun around in a circle, her hands outstretched, body set into an even fighting stance.

The voice cackled wildly, it was male, she supposed, by its tone. "You shall see me soon enough, child. I would not be so eager to confront me so quickly, though. It's right near dangerous, sometimes."

"Why are you doing this? I hear you nearly every night, in my dreams, good or bad of the like. Tell me who you are!" Her locks of reddish-gold hair erected slightly, bending to their owner's attitude.

The voice only chuckled, his tone more amused then malicious. "Do you even wonder why you can't remember, child? Do you ever fathom why?" Kala furrowed her eyebrows together in frustration.

"What does it matter, why? Why is such a crooked word. All I need are my orders, and my power. That's all life really amounts to, anyway. And if I happen to be the one giving orders, then so be it! My mortality is just an eternal cycle of orders and power, so why do I have to understand why? There's no use in it, really." She sat down on one of the cushions, realizing looking for the voice was futile.

"Is that what you truly think, child? That you have no purpose except for your own power and taking orders?" Softer tones lined the edges of the voice's words.

"I didn't say that." Kala looked to the floor, biting a lip gently. "I could do other things, if I was allowed."

"So why don't you?"

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Kala pulled herself out from under the covers, fumbling at the seams as she stripped them off her. She was soaked with sweat, her sheets drenched by the effect the dream had on her. She rolled out of bed quickly, reaching for her dresser to help her up. She sat up, and massaged her fingers over her forehead. 'Damn dreams,' she thought restlessly. Every night, for the past month or so, they had come, dwindling at first, then more frequently. And what she hated was that they had made her think. They had made her think about her, Koshiro, Temko, Yahima, and life in general. Worst of all, she didn't like it. She was perfectly content thinking the way she always did.

Sighing, Kala got up off the bed, deciding she needed a walk. Lingering, she trotted to the door, opening it with a palm to the red, translucent panel adjoining the entranceway. Proceeding through the doorway, she started sleepily down the hall.

She was raised in this place; it was a grand palace, cultivated by the Nameks who used to live here. They had been wiped out when Koshiro arrived, spare a select few that the Saiyan no Ouji used for overseers. They made sure the palace was maintained the correct way to fit with the planet's environment. The Nameks had done fair well for themselves after that fool Freiza, who had destroyed their planet haphazardly during his fateful fight with Kakarot, the legendary Super Saiyan. Everyone who was anyone this day and age knew who Kakarot was. Even Koshiro had respect for him, being a pioneer in Super Saiyan capabilities. No one ever heard of him after Freiza, but there had been rumors he went searching for the Black Star Dragon Balls with a female Saiyan and the son of the old prince, Vegeta. New travels fast in space.

Koshiro had come to New Namek as one of the first planets of his campaign. It was quite easy to take over, considering the fact that the Nameks were relatively weak. When Kala was six, she had come to this place after everyone else had abandoned her. Koshiro had found her alone in a space pod with no apparent course, just drifting really. No food or water was found in the pod, just her. She was shaking when she had met him in his broad arms, and when he held her in his ship. At least, that's what he told her.

He brought her to New Namek, a just recently conquered planet at the time. There, she lived with him and two other Saiyans: Temko and Yahima. They were her only true family, albeit they were of blood or not. They were perhaps the only things she loved, besides fighting. She had an insatiable passion for the martial arts, and was damn good at it, if she did say so herself.

Koshiro was the strongest among them, Kala following, then Temko, and finally Yahima. Koshiro was practically a powerhouse of might, his power far greater than his three charges'. He would always be more powerful than they would, she supposed wistfully. He was said to be the most powerful in the more than a few galaxies, let alone the universe. She herself was well powerful, but still could not compare to her master. She hadn't even tried to challenge him in a while, knowing that it was fruitless to even try. She loved him as she would a father; her care was unwavering; constant.

Yahima was a brother to Kala, and she treated him as such. Casual squanders turned into brawls of the fists, but they always ended with Kala pinning him to the floor. Yahima would always complain that Koshiro favored her so much that he neglected him and his training. That was untrue, of course; he was just a spoilsport. At the end of the night, though, he was still her brother and she was still his sister.

Temko was a matter of the heart. When it came to him, she felt all the things any fifteen-year old girl felt at the sight of a first love. The giddiness, the fluttering of the butterflies in her stomach, was all due to him. As if it weren't complicated as it is, she roomed just a wing away from him. Which brought more dilemmas to her developing feelings for her friend and love. Koshiro had once told her that Saiyan females mated by the time they were thirteen, since they were so rare. Kala didn't think she was ready to mate, especially since Saiyans mate for life.

She sighed when she felt a growing power source coming from nearby. She recognized the power as Temko's, and slipped into the room where he was practicing.

Inside, a rather tall boy of sixteen was yelling at the top of his lungs, sweat rolling down his face. Coal black locks changed subtly to a flaxen color as he gradually made the shift from normal to Super Saiyan. Raven eyes shifted from black to turquoise; muscles bulged, exceeding their customary proportions. His loose training clothes flapped untamed; the features of his face contorted into a scream. Kala watched him, amused, to say the least. He continued to power up until his hair grew long and extended to his waist, flying in the force of his aura. Kala smiled at the sight; he tried so hard, yet he was still weaker than she was. That was the only thing she was proud of that she got from her parents; her strength. Every night, she thanked the Great Kaios that they were not weaklings.

"You're really going to wake someone, screaming like that," she stated simply. Moving down to his familiar stature, Temko glared at her wickedly.

"Now why did you have to do that? It was just getting good! I could have reached a new level!" He stared at her angrily, then crossed his arms and began to pout. "You ruin everything," he said with false irritability. She shrugged and smiled, flashing white teeth at him.

"What a shame," she shot back, her voice as hollow as his. She laughed, and trudged her tired feet to him. "Now what brings you to train in the wee hours of the night? It wouldn't be that you feel a bit self-conscious about today's mission, now would it? Sleep might quench your worries. It was never a bad thing, you know. I don't need you falling asleep on my shoulder when we're fighting, truth be told. It would put us at a bit of a disadvantage." She smirked at him, and he gave an indignant snort.

"You know, one day, I'm going to reach a higher level then you, and beat you up with it." He tried not to laugh, to no avail. He was too tired and giddy to withdraw from laughter at the time. He snickered openly, taking Kala's example. "So what brings you here at this hour, my dear?" he inquired moving closer to her. She grinned inexorably, and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Me? What about you? You're the one everyone has to tackle in the morning to get up!" He put an arm around her waist.

"Oh, come on, love, have a heart. You can talk; you have that Super Saiyan four to protect you. All I have is me," he voiced, grinning, as he dipped her down.

"Temko! What are you doing?" Kala exclaimed from her position. Temko looked down at her, beaming.

"Oh, hell. No one knows anymore. I'm just a mentally ill teenager." Kala blushed as he brought her back up and started to dance.

"Temko, maybe you should get back to training," she suggested, her face shining animatedly though her words spoke differently.

"Why? Nothing's going to happen from now to tomorrow, pearl. Besides, if I die, I might as well die happy," he told her as he spun her around in a circle. Kala laughed despite sleepy eyes, and came back to the Saiyan boy, leaning against his hard, safe, chest.

"You're not going to die. I'll protect you," she said sweetly, as he spun her again.

"With your mighty Super Saiyan powers! That's right, how could I have forgotten! Really, though, you can give a boy some of his pride." They waltzed across the floor; thankfully, Temko had chosen a large room to train. They were quiet for a time, until Temko spoke up.

"Kal, do you get this bad feeling about today? I mean, it has been our first mission since you, however inadvertently, blew up Yardrek. And they don't call it Homel for nothing. Homel is Ancient for Planet of the Dead. They sat that all the unrest spirits go there after they die."

"Oh, spooky," she said with false worry in her voice. "Oh, no, I'm going to be possessed by a psychopathic ghost right after I got that manicure a few days ago! Darn..." She cackled at him and yelped when he suddenly dipped her again.

"Don't laugh, Kal, its true! I was looking it up on the holonet yesterday and that's from the official site for haunted houses, dimensions, and planets. They're very reliable, you know."

"Did I ever tell you that you have no life at all?" she asked as he brought her back up.

"Only a few million times," he replied, clutching her at the shoulders. Kala looked at him tentatively, her eyes widening as he bent in and kissed her. She closed them a second later, her body relaxing as it leaned against his. His mouth was warm and sweet, even if the rest of him was a bit sweaty. 'Oh dear,' she thought silently as she slipped into his arms. He broke off the kiss to look at her; her cheeks a flushed red in contrast to his pale white.

"Huh. So, um, I'll be going back to sleep now," Kala told him tensely, a lump forming in her already tight throat.

"I suppose you would be going now," Temko echoed, continuing to keep his hold on her. She looked up at him, and raised her eyebrows.

"Temko? You have to let me go now." His eyes sparked with realization as he blushed in embarrassment. He hastily brought his arms to his sides and looked at his feet, grinning recklessly.

"Sorry about that." She smirked at him and grabbed him by the collar.

"You're coming with me," she retorted as she dragged him to his room, despite his muffled protests. Throwing him on his bed she gave him a sarcastic grin.

"Kal? Wh-what are you doing? Wait, where are you go" - the door slammed behind Kala's wake - "ing?

Temko looked around his room ironically. Then, he chuckled. "Damn," he mumbled as he crawled into bed, Kala doing the same, half a building away.

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"Hey, Kala wake up!" A voice echoed through the young Saiyan girl's head. "Hey, what's wrong with you, bright and cheery? You don't get enough sleep last night?"

Kala opened blood red eyes to see a face pressed up against hers. "Yah! Get away!" she cried as she flung herself across to the other side of the bed. Yahima looked upon her with skeptical eyes.

"Are you OK, Kala? Are you coming down with something? Hey, let me feel you!" he said as he crawled across the bed and mashed his hand against her forehead, much to her displeasure.

"Yahima, get away! I'm not sick, I'm just not entirely used to seeing a face squashed up against mine first thing in the morning!" He grinned at her annoyance, and she moaned.

"Well, you and Temko better get up soon, we wanted to get out by eight hundred hours to reach Homel by twelve hundred hours. It's impossible to get him up. Well, that’s nothing new, actually, but you being a grouch? That little habit you only acquired recently."

Kala groaned as she rubbed tired, blotchy eyes. "Shut up, would you? Just give me a few minutes and I'll be fine." She yawned, and lay back down.

"Oh no you don't," Yahima started as he grabbed her around the waist and carried her to the bathroom. "Now, go in there and do whatever you do in the morning that makes you look so perky and then you can come out. And only then! Do you hear me, missy?" He moved his face in close to hers, and stared at her pertly. She broke her stone-like expression, and chuckled. Without warning, she grabbed his face and threw him into a wall, causing a small crater in her bedroom.

"Hey! I am not punching bag used for your little erotic pleasures! Hey! Come back here!" She just laughed as she sauntered into the bathroom, Yahima glaring at her the entire time.

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"OK, guys, now you know what to do, right? We have to make this quick and simple; clear out any forests or brush that you see. If you find cities, try to talk to them reasonably and explain to them that we won't hurt them if they hand over their planet willingly. Now, Kal, I want you to take the south-eastern quadrant, Temko, the south-western. I'll get the rest. Now-"

"Wait a second," Kala interrupted Yahima. "Why do you get half a planet? That's not fair! I want half a planet!" She gave him the best pouty face she could manage at the moment and looked at him pleadingly. Yahima sighed and succumbed to her.

"Fine; now once we get control of the cities, if there are any - " He eyed Temko, who had given him a look. "What, Temko? What is wrong with my plan now?"

"Well, nothing, really," he started slowly, fingering his chin. "But why does she get half a planet? I mean, why can't I have half a planet?" Yahima sighed a second time and swore.

"Fine. Kala, you can have a third, Temko, you can have a third, and I'll take the rest, all right? Kaios! You two are no better than two year olds!" Kala chuckled, while Temko continued to finger his chin appreciatively.

"Well, back on the subject, once we get control of the cities, compound them, get markers on species, put slave collars on the inhabitants, you know the drill. Any questions?"

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A/N: That's it for chapter four. I was thinking of writing more, but I'm tired and I have school tomorrow. :-P I hate school!!!! Then again, what can I do. I am legally bound to go there for another five years, so it's a bit unavoidable. I'll send you a postcard, promise! Heh heh. This chapter was longer than the other three, so I hope you enjoyed it. Make sure to read and review please! I won't write any more if you don't! *pouts at readers* I neglected this fic for a while; got bored with it, I suppose. And I repeat, read and review!

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