Royal Namekian Blues

Royal Namekian Blues

by Trynia Merin

Bliss Not Yet Off the Hook

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z. I only own Bliss aka Chablis. This isn't for profit! Sorry this took so long to get back to Trunks and Chablis!
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Last time we left Trunks and Bliss:

"This is too weird," Trunks shuddered. Bliss backed away, dropping her power levels to nothing. Trunks released his Super Saiyan transformation, gold leeching from upward spikes. Lavender hair obscured his eyes partly, and he leveled his azure gaze at Bliss.

"So, you're Saiyan? And you said that my Father was wrong when he said all Saiyans had dark hair?" he asked.

"Won't he be pissed?"

"It's VERY rare, but some females are born with blond or lighter pigmentation. Some Saiyans have brown or blue hair. Some of us are not full blooded, and have interbred with Idsarjins. But your father was correct when he said Saiyans had dark hair, because he meant male Saiyans. Only females have the variance in light pigmentation. It's recessive. When I was young, I dyed my hair black to be like the other females, or shaved it. My mother's hair is the same color. When she courted my father, she shaved her head like his to catch his eyes, only leaving a lock in the back," she laughed.

"Seriously weird," Trunks mumbled, feeling the heat of her gaze. While Trunks had previously watched her with great interest since she first arrived, he had felt that there was something unusual about her. Yet as many times going through the halls of the company it amazed him that a female Saiyan had lived under his nose. Obviously her tail must have been cut off.

"I still have the scar, like you do," she said, turning around. Her low rider jeans slid up a bit as she pulled off her labcoat. He saw the hint of a furry brown spot in the right place.

"I believe you, you don't have to show me," he chuckled, seeing the tattoo that covered the area artistically in a half belt.

"Thank Lord Bok Choi for that," she cursed.

"Lord… Bok Choi?" Trunks asked. Noticing the intense sour look as if she had swallowed an entire lemon, he could tell this character was at the top of her get even list.Although his gut told him she was telling the truth, another part of him remembered the terror in his mother's eyes and the surge of fear he suddenly felt like a tidal wave. His mother was terrified. It burst through the adrenaline, inflaming Trunks anger. The shock of Bliss admission had rendered his anger dormant, but now it bubbled up with a vengeance.

"I believe you, Bliss, but I want some answers," Trunks said, feeling her power spiking. Something instinctively warned him that he had to be on his guard lest Bliss' power surge.

"I thought we had an understanding," Bliss gasped, feeling the ground tremble. Her eyes widened at the sight of lightening flickering over his form.

"Not so FAST! You scared the HELL out of my mother, and I don't LIKE that. Why did you think you had to lie to her?" Trunks suddenly shouted, eyes blazing turquoise.

Wind shot up and swirled his hair vertical, while lightening arced around his body. Shimmering gold spiked upward from Trunks' inclined head. He stared at Bliss with aquamarine eyes lit from within. They were twin sapphire coals burning into her soul. Every inhibition dropped away from her beholding the Legendary. Before she could speak another word, he raised his hand, flicking it in a semicircular motion. Gold flames surged out to incarcerate her, squelching her power aura. She felt like an ant beholding a titan, about to be crushed underfoot.

"I only serve the house of Vejitasei. Please forgive me, your majesty," Bliss said, throwing her hands over her face.

"Get one thing straight. You messed around with my family when you could have come out with it. You might be a Saiyan, but I want you to remember who's stronger," Trunks rasped.

His eyes slanted exactly like his sire the Saiyan no Ouji, and his grandsire Vegeta no Ou from her history tapes. Terrified she dropped her aura, knowing he was finally meting judgement.

"I only did what I thought was right, forgive me," she breathed. She quaked in terror. Trunks felt a wave of distaste flare over him seeing her grovel.

"Don't," Trunks snapped. "Stop it. I'm not a god you worship. I'm just a Super Saiyan. Someone you should respect, but not someone you should be terrified of."

"I promise I won't do it again, please have mercy!" she yelped.

"Stop it. This isn't Vegetasei. It's Chikyuu. And there's enough killing and fighting for one lifetime that I've seen. I'm not like them at all. So don't crawl like a bug when you should be looking me right in the eyes like any other human being!" Trunks shouted. His hand flashed out to grab her wrists securely, forcing her to face him at eye level.

"I am not worthy! I'm the daughter of an elite, and I've angered you! The punishment for failure is death!" she stammered.

"LOOK at me when I'm talking to you, Bliss," Trunks ordered.

"Don't you understand, Sire? It's your right to punish me," she said haltingly, eyes tearing over with shock. Although she had seen many enemies, the anger mingled with disgust in his face melted away. A look of sorrow and regret replaced his frown the next instant he saw the woman beneath the warrior.

"You're coming with me, someplace we can talk, Bliss," Trunks said after a long uncomfortable silence. "We have to get a number of things cleared up, and I don't think I want to do that here in the middle of this wasteland."

Bliss gasped sharply when he let go with one hand, then dropped to his knee. To her shock he boosted her up into his arms, firmly holding her so she couldn't escape with a grip of iron. The very air vibrated with his mammoth power dwarfing all others like a supernova. Her teeth rattled in her head as Bliss felt the burst of Saiyan speed rocket them nearly five thousand feet vertically. Soon his golden ki envelope wrapped them both, slashing into the air. Windows rattled indicating Trunks broke the sound barrier with contemptuous ease.

"Sire?" she asked.

"Trunks, call me Trunks, got that?" he snapped. "I know you can fly yourself, but right now I'm not in the mood to wait for you to keep up!"

Her heart pounded with this show of aggressiveness. Just like a male Saiyan, she rejoiced inwardly.

Although he claimed to be peaceful his blood surged with the tendencies of a true warrior born. Half bloods were rumored to have little stomach for fighting, but when the tables were turned, they would hold their own with the full hands down. Trunks pressed his lips together, his jaw clenched firmly while he clutched Bliss with an equivalent tension. She could feel his muscles bunched up with adrenaline. Anger warred with the desires of a young man, something Bliss could smell easily from the male musk scent wafting through the smell of ozone.

Does he have any idea of what he was doing to me, Bliss wondered? Instinctively responding to a Saiyan female with a show of brash possessiveness was something no other male had done.

All she could do was throw her arms around his neck and hold on. Something forced her power to desert her in that moment. It was a mixture of terror and great desire, the responding of a Saiyan female to a male's display of machismo. Like a Cavorting duo they had fought, and drawn blood. He had proved his supremacy, and had shown her that she was to serve him. By all rights her life belonged to him. To do with as he pleased.

"If I may ask, what punishment you've devised," she breathed. "My life is yours to…"

"If you don't cut that shit out, I'm going to have to think of something!" Trunks grumbled, growing weary of the sudden display of submissiveness from the otherwise brassy female.

"Of course sire… I mean…"

"The FIRST thing is you haven't gotten my name right once, Bliss," he sighed.

"Do you not comprehend the magnitude of your bloodline? I only…"

"Vegeta's my father, but Bulma's my mother. I'm a human as much as a Saiyan," Trunks cut her off. "And humans don't treat each other like shit. Get used to it. And as for your life belonging to me…"

"It is Saiyan law," she said quietly. "It is dishonor for an Elite's daughter to refuse such a debt. Even though you are Royal Blood, you should know that."

"Fine, whatever," Trunks sighed, shaking his head.

Clearly this woman was still strongly engrained in her Saiyan upbringing. No manner of life on Chikyuu had erased the years of conditioning. He knew suddenly the frustration his mother felt when dealing with Father. First and foremost Bliss was a Saiyan elite's daughter, a Second Class warrior at the very least.

"What is your command, Sire?" she asked.

"Shut up and enjoy the ride," Trunks relented, remembering she respected a male's dominance.

"As you wish," she nodded, her tension melting. Trunks felt her stiff muscles relax, her body laying comfortably in his grip. Now that he had pushed back, she was much more comfortable. The soft-spoken words of a human boy would not reach her like the harsh commanding tones of a Saiyan male. Although it drove him crazy he realized she expected him to be like his father, cold and calculating, a ruthless warrior of steel with no heart.

"How does a Prince's son act?" Trunks found himself wondering. If she had wished back the Saiyans, how many were alive.

As they approached the distant spires of West City, Trunks sensed his mother's intense emotions abating. Relief flooded through the bond he shared with his mother. A commanding thought surged overtop, eclipsing it. His eyes widened, recognizing his Father's commanding thoughts echoing in his brain.

"Go to Capsule," Vegeta's voice spoke right in his mind.

"Father?" Trunks asked, focussing his thoughts.

"Have you defeated Napa's whelp?" asked Vegeta.

"Yes. I don't get it… she's… she's saying something about her life belonging to me. I don't understand," he said.

"Accept it. To refuse is to dishonor her as a warrior," Vegeta answered sharply. "You will take her back to your Mother's home, and await my next order. Don't let her out of your site. And remember she knows you are a Prince's son. See that you act as such."

"Why?"

"Don't ask questions. She was raised as a Saiyan. Unlike you. So learn from her," Vegeta answered. "I will speak with you tomorrow."

"Father wait," Trunks further queried.

A stone wall slammed down, halting any further conversation mentally between Vegeta and Future Trunks. He gritted his teeth, mentally counting to ten. Sometimes his Father made no sense, at other times he was correct. There was no telling what Bliss would do if she had no guidance. Besides, she was a source of information. Here was the unique opportunity to ask her anything about Saiyan culture, and him.
Five minutes later, Trunks gently descended. His gold hair faded, taking on its lavender appearance before dropping around his face again.

Bliss saw the blue light fade from his eyes, leaving them that intense sapphire still. No Saiyan male had eyes quite that color. Even the Idsarjin half bloods had eyes no lighter then a light brown or gold. Female half bloods however sometimes had streaks of blue and black in their hair with green or light blue eyes. Trunks hair color resembled an Idsarjin's, without the black and white streaks that went with it. He had the coloring of a female half blood, extremely rare, but exotic. Much like an albino would be on Chikyuu. Or a red head.

Male hair color ranged everywhere from black to light tawny brown. Eye color of males could even range on hazel, but those were few and far between. Full-blooded females often were brown or even copper or blonde. The few rare female full that were blonde were seen as freaks by some, and desired for the Harem by the King. Often the female if she was an elite would dye her hair brown or black rather then be send off as a Concubine.

Third Class almost NEVER had the lighter colors. Elite Females were the most likely to be of a softer coloring. Her mother had dyed her long plume black, while shaving the sides of her head. Some second class females did so as a special 'honor guard' for the Queen when she was alive.

Bliss had dyed her hair black or brown when young. But among the Idsarjin she had let the natural color of honey light brown show through. On Earth she fit right in. Considered a freak on Vegitasei, she was normal here. Trunks would have suffered the same fate, even if he was Royal blood. All males of royal blood had brown or jet black hair, and coal black eyes. It was the hallmark of beauty for males. There was no telling just how many Saiyans dyed their hair black to maintain an illusion. Prince Vegeta had holes in his knowledge, that were going to be filled by her and others.

Trunks wondered why he was thinking about hair. Blinking down at her, he said, "We're landing."

His yellow sneakers touched lightly down on Capsule's front lawn. The front doors opened, spilling his Nana and Gramps. Both rushed up to him, blinking at the sight of him carrying Bliss in his arms. "Oh my, are you all right?" Bunny gasped.

"You okay, sonny?" his Gramps asked, then saw Trunks had his hands full literally. "Or do you want to be left alone?"

"Are you two okay?" Trunks asked, setting Bliss down. He felt a hot flush creep across his face, but still kept hold of Bliss. She shyly interlaced her fingers with his, knowing he desired his claim.

"Who's this? I remember you worked in Solid State electronics. Bliss Simms was it? The Vice president says you're in a lot of trouble, young lady!" Dr. Briefs glared at her.

"I'm sorry sir. I…"

"She's with me," Trunks interrupted. "Is mom… um, Dr. Briefs junior here?"

"She's with your father," said Dr. Briefs. "Bulma just called here, and she says she's fine. But she said that if you came back that you were supposed to stay here, and then come when she next called."

"Well don't just stand there, come inside! Bring your ladyfriend in! I have a huge supper that's going to be wasted with nobody eating it!" Bunny said, rushing up and grabbing Trunks and Bliss' hands.

"Nana, she's with me. Gramps, she won't bother us anymore. I'm keeping an eye on her," said Trunks quickly.

"Sure, sure. Bulma said that you'd keep her under control. But you're effectively fired for what you did, Miss Simms. I don't tolerate disobedience, and you put the company at serious risk," Dr. Briefs coughed. "But you're a guest here, so I'm certain Bulma will have other work for you… as an independent. But you'll have to prove…"

"Whatever you say sir," she inclined her head.

"Come on, come on," Bunny urged. "We'll talk about it over dinner. The poor dears must be starving and our little Princess and her young man did say she was a guest."

"I guess we should go. And you have a LOT of explaining to do, remember," Trunks glanced at Bliss from under his fringe of lavender hair. He gave her a stern stare, followed by a small smile.

"Would you like more coffee Bliss dear?" Bunny Briefs asked.

"Yes thank you, Ma'am," Bliss Simms a.k.a. Chablis nodded, shifting in the love seat next to Future Trunks. He held up his mug so Bunny could lift the silver coffeepot and top off his after she refilled Bliss' mug. For the past hour or so she had struggled to explain what was going on to Dr. and Mrs. Briefs, helped occasionally by Trunks.

"So, your father works for Vegeta, huh?" said Dr. Briefs. He reached up to pet the cat that curled around his shoulder. It gave a soft mew, and stood up to arch its back and yawn. Then Scratch precariously lay back down on her perch and gave Bliss a bored look.

"Yes. His name is Napa," Bliss said.

"Sugar and cream?" asked Bunny, holding up the pitcher.

"Cream please," she mumbled. Trunks automatically grabbed the sugar tongs and plopped two cubes into his java, but held up his hand when Bunny passed the pitcher over his.

"No thanks. It's double sweet," he said quickly. Still he wore his navy blue Capsule Corps Jacket with the collar turned up. Bliss sat on the edge of the sofa with her knees crossed, chewing on her lip. She was thankful for the coffee mug to keep her hands from fidgeting.

"And you say that your father Mr. Napa and Mr. Radditzu are to be trusted, and they simply wanted to test if Mr. Vegeta was allies with us humans or not?" Dr. Briefs cleared his throat. He cast his blue eyed gaze on Bliss.

"Yes. I used the Dragon balls to bring them back to life. I love my father, and I know he's made mistakes. But I wanted him to have a second chance. Your daughter gave the Prince a second chance, with all due respect sir," Bliss said. Trunks nodded, urging her silently with his azure gaze to speak up.

"That may be, but you put us at considerable risk not coming clear. Considering your previous employment although under duress for Red Ribbon in Colonel White's espion corps with Dr. Stellari," Dr. Briefs said. Through his thick glasses his eyes bored with the same intensity and sternness of Bulma and Trunks next to her.

His fading hair was almost the same shade of lavender, falling before his eyes. Assembled on the sofa, she and Trunks sat opposite Dr. Briefs in his easy chair. He rustled his paper and regarded Trunks and Bliss overtop of it.

"I can assure you, sir that I only wanted to help my Prince," she said.

"She's a Saiyan, like my Father," Trunks interrupted.

"Like Bulma's nice young man. Well I'm sure she just missed Daddy just like she said," Bunny shook her head and sighed dramatically.

"Well," Bliss mumbled. Trunks made a shushing expression with pursed lips, and drew his finger across his neck to stop her explanation.

"Gramps, I'm gonna keep an eye on her, don't worry. She's learned her lesson. She's only looking out for Father's best interests," said Trunks. Bliss swallowed the lump in her throat, wondering why Trunks was going out of his way to speak on her behalf.

"Well young lady, I'm convinced you're not a threat to my company. But you're on probation," said Dr. Briefs. "And you're not to go anywhere without this young man here, or supervision. Now where are those two…? Mr. Napa and Mr. Raditz?"

"Training with Father," said Trunks. "Mom's there too. They thought it was better to keep the Saiyans away from people till they learned to get along with humans."

"Wise choice," said Dr. Briefs. "So, are they going to help us fight these androids you mentioned?"

"Absolutely. They serve the Prince of All Saiyans," Bliss piped in quickly. "As do I. I swear it on my life."

"That remains to be seen. You will be reinstated, but you'll work here at Capsule under MY supervision. You and Dr. Stellari both."

"Dr. Stellari wasn't involved in this," said Bliss quickly.

"That had better not be the case. I requ8ire her skills to develop a plastic for my gravity chamber that is ki resistant. Her polymers are the best," said Dr. Briefs. "And since you know about Saiyans, you can work with me as well."

"Thank you sir," she nodded, sighing as she gulped down more coffee.

Bliss swirled the thick mug between her hands, watching the cocoa swirl up along the side and subside again. Nervously she tapped her foot, swearing if she still had her tail it would be twitching nervously behind her. Still she felt that phantom limb sensation and Trunks saw the frown crossing her face.

Miles away, Future Trunks and Bliss looked at one another. Trunks cried out, as Bliss looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"MOTHER!" Trunks cried. "She's in pain... and she's alone!"

"What... where?"

"I gotta go bliss, she's in trouble!" Trunks cried.

"Whom, young man?" asked Dr. Briefs, getting up.

"What's wrong is something going wrong with my baby?" gasped Mrs. Briefs.

"Call the hospital. I'm going to go get mom," Trunks said.

"Where's Vegeta?" asked Bliss. "Oh no, my little baby…"

"How do you know?" Dr. Briefs asked, leaping up to rush to the phone. "What's happening with my daughter?"

"I'm on my way! Don't' worry, I'll get her!" Trunks said, rushing out the door. He snatched up his sword and belt as he whisked away.

"Now wait a minute!" Dr. Briefs yelled.

"I'll go after him!" Bliss said, glancing at a very angry Dr. Briefs and a frantic Mrs. Briefs ringing her hands. She rushed over to the telephone.

"You have to tell me what's going on with my daughter!" Dr. Briefs snapped.

"I promise I'll tell you as son as I know!" Bliss shouted, rushing out the door after the gust of wind that had been Trunks.

"I'm coming Mother," Trunks vowed, blasting off with Bliss trailing behind him. What had started as a meditation session had turned into a race against time? In his minds eye Trunks saw his mother drop to the floor hugging her stomach. Water surging on the carpet with blood.

"No, hold on there mother!" Trunks mentally sent into the air. He pleaded her to hang in till he came. Blood and water surged like a red river.

"Trunks, I'm right behind you," Bliss vowed, gunning her white energy to surge full blast after him. Her long blonde ponytail flapped behind her as she sensed the waves of horror from Trunks. Blinking, she wondered how she could feel what he felt without even a taste of his blood.

***
Bulma groaned, falling on her knees. Vegeta was off training Napa and Raditz, leaving her alone with her mother. Dr. Stellari and Launch had gone back to Capsule in one of the capsule jets earlier that day. So she was alone in the capsule house in the middle of the desert. Something lurched in her abdomen, and Bulma cried out again. She panted, tears in her eyes as her heart pounded, and something wet suddenly burst between her legs. All over the carpet the water gushed, and Bulma wailed.

"Oh no, oh NO!" she gasped, scrambling for her cell phone. Unfortunately it had tumbled out of her hand, just outside her grasp. Bulma struggled to roll over and crawl, only to feel another blinding wave of pain flush her strength away. It was as if something drained her life force out of her body like a sponge. Something was wrong with the baby, and she guessed it was coming all too soon.

Miles away Bulma sensed a voice in her mind. She blinked, looking up as she curled up on the floor of the small capsule hut in pain. Vegeta had told her he would be back with Nappa and Raditz soon. Dr. Stellari was elsewhere with her two children and Chichi, and her mother was gone. So whose voice did she hear? A raspy voice that echoed clearly, "Mother I'm coming, hold on!"

"Trunks?" she gasped, blinking around her. Another wave of pain stabbed her belly. The baby was struggling against life, energy surging with the lifeblood gushing out. Clamping her legs together she silently willed the sharp contractions to stop. Moments apart they contracted to two minutes.

"Mother!" cried a loud voice, as the door burst open. Bulma gasped to see the silhouette of the young man rushing inside, kneeling at her side.

"Trunks... help me," she sobbed. "The baby..."

"Trunks what do I do? She... she's whelping!" Bliss gasped.

"Get a doctor!" Trunks yelled frantically as he gathered his mother into his arms. "Get to the nearest hospital and tell them to get a bed ready!"

"Trunks there's no time!" Bliss said quietly. "I smell her hormones, and blood... that water is from the baby's birth..."

"I can't. OHHHH!" Bulma wailed.

"Trunks, It's not safe to move her," Bliss said. "I'm going to get help!"

"Bliss..." Trunks gasped.

"Don't leave me!" Bulma wailed, gripping her son's sleeve.

"I'm here mother, don't worry," Trunks said as he boosted his mother into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Bliss shot him a look.

"Should I stay?"

"I can help her till you get back," Trunks said quickly. "Get a doctor, hurry!"

"I'll be back as soon as I can," she said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. Trunks blushed as she shot out the door at top speed. Windows rattled as Bliss shot towards the nearest town.

"OH KAMI!" Bulma screamed, arching off the bed.

"Mom, don't worry, breathe... easy there," Trunks urged. "I'm getting some water... and towels... damn it... what did I..."

Trunks rushed about gathering things for an emergency birth. Like it or not the baby was on its way, and he was the only one who could help his mother now. Swallowing hard, he grabbed a basin and filled it. Radiating his ki he surged it to heat the water to boiling and put the basin by the bed. He slid fresh clean towels around Bulma, and helped unfasten tight clothes.

"Oh OWWW OHH!" Bulma wailed, eyes clenched tightly shut as she gritted her teeth.

"Mom, easy, I'm here... you're going to have to have this baby here I guess," Trunks blinked, feeling queasy in his stomach. He inhaled deeply, brushing lavender hair from his head. He removed his sword, and drew it out to cut away the clothing trapping her body. Blood surged around as Bulma panted hard.

"Breathe, damn it, where is Vegeta... where's a doctor, SHIT!" Bulma gritted. She grabbed Trunks sleeve, stopping him from getting up.

"Breathe, easy, just like me... don't worry I know first aid," Trunks urged, gripping her hand in his. She sobbed with relief as Future Trunks counted as calmly as he could. Blue eyes gleamed down into hers, as she squeezed his hand with a viselike grip.

"Something's WRONG!" Bulma gasped. "The baby... I can't feel it..."

"Mom stay with me, don't you check out on me!" Trunks urged, shaking her. Horror filled his young face as he felt two kis suddenly flickering like a candle flame. He sensed a tiny mind struggling to survive, feeding its own essence into his mother.

"No, no I won't let it happen!" Trunks shouted, grabbing Bulma's shoulders and lightly fanning her face. He placed his hands to her temple, squeezing his own azure ones shut. His mind reached out, surging after the ebbing light that was Bulma Briefs.

"I can't, it's too painful. The baby will die," she gasped.

"No, Mother, take my strength, please," Trunks thoughts echoed. "I won't let you die. Stay WITH me. Don't leave me alone!"

Images flickered between them, and Trunks could not stop them from bursting through the damn as he linked his mind to Bulma's. She clung to his thoughts like a lifeline, tugging herself up and the ki of the child flickering inside of him. Blue chikara surged from Trunks into his mother, bolstering the flagging kis of her unborn struggling to live.

A pounding in darkness came through loud and clear. Bulma felt tears in her eyes as she blinked up into the face of the boy from the future, who also sniffled. "Mother, please stay with me," Trunks urged.

"You're here," she whispered, smoothing aside his hair from his face. "You're here..."

"Mom, relax... just breathe, and push," he urged, feeling rivers of sweat soaking his forehead under the fringe of lavender hair. How long would it be till his namesake arrived. Eerily he knew that if not for him, he'd be dead. A temporal anomaly who was about to guarantee his own existence.
***
Bliss surged through the dessert. She sent a mental message to her father, cursing the fact that she had no scouter, and she had no presence of mind to use a phone. Who would understand Saiyan medicine? Trunks was trained in first aid, but perhaps Dr. Stellari might know something. Both women had gotten to know many things about the other over the time they had worked at the Red Ribbon compound. On the same day they had undergone nasty procedures bent on isolating the genes of great mental powers. Because of her Saiyan training Bliss had managed to deceive the scientists. Only by cutting off her own tail though, and modulating her mind. They attributed her great strength and bone structure to experiments in another division. It took great planning to hide her true nature.

Dr. Stellari's own fate had taken whatever latent TK abilities she had and pushed them to the limit. Able to generate polymers of various natures into any form, she sometimes lacked fine control over her powers. Bliss had used Saiyan science to develop a power suppressor to limit the ability till she was able to control it. It consisted of Saiyan telepathy to plant a subliminal cue in Stellari's mind. Whenever Stellari's power would threaten her, a psionic circuit breaker would clap down.

Ironically Bliss had guessed her co-worker would make a good mate for a Saiyan male. Especially since Red Ribbon experiments had enhanced Stellari's strength and bone structure to accommodate her new molecular TK powers. Constant exposure to a low grade Ki field generated by Bliss would nullify her powers to a safe level, the subliminal cue that trigged the psychic circuit breakers. So any time she was exposed to Saiyan ki, her powers would be suppressed.

Napa's thoughts echoed loud and clear as his daughter rocketed towards the source of Dr. Stellari's ki. "Little one what's wrong?"

"Father, Bulma's in trouble! You've got to tell the Prince!" Bliss cried out in her mind.

"He knows. You gotta go reassure the Concubine's parents come and give whatever help they can. And keep the local doctors away from them," Napa ordered.

"But what if she dies?" Bliss thought to her father.

"Radditzu's on his way. He's closer. He knows about whelps from his mother. The third class was trained in field medicine!" said Nappa in her mind.

"I wish you had let me learn about natural childbirth," she mumbled, hating the fact that her upbringing had prepared her for simply having her offspring removed and put into a gestational tank like other Elites. Only Third Class and Royals gave birth the 'natural' way.