Dragon Ball Z: Paradise Found

A Destined Encounter

"When Kakarot was beating up this Bardock guy, he kept rambling something about some Gine or whatever. Anyone here knows who or what that is?" Chayote turned to the annoying tail of a colorful mix of aliens following her around. The bunch kept stepping out in between the female Saiyan and anyone from outside the circle that tried to check the situation out led by mere curiosity. It would have taken half of this care for Chayote to feel like she's being choked and boxed in.

"Huh? Gine? Never heard of such a thing..." an alien with a lumbering set of headgear that made his entire belfry look like a television set pondered.

"Gine..." a balding Saiyan bruiser scratched his head, threatening the integrity of the few lively strands of hair that he had kept until now. "I think that's a Saiyan name. I'm pretty sure one of the girls working in the meat processing plant might have a name like that."

"Really? The meat processing plant?" Chayote rested her head on her hand while she sat down and crossed her legs. "There's such a thing on Planet Vegeta? I'd like to see it. We had to scrounge and plunder our food. To think that there are people working on nothing more than preparing meat makes me really excited!"

"W-Well... Yeah... I spend more than a few hours every day in the meat processing plant, scavenging leftovers for some extra grub. That's how I know that!" the chunky Saiyan warrior laughed out, scratching his head as if he was ashamed of his hobby, though looking gleeful about the fact that Chayote faked an impressed expression after hearing of it.

"Chayote-san..." Gohan pulled on the sock covering Chayote's calf up to the knee, displacing it and leaving it in a soggy hanging position which prompted a quick fix. "Did you notice it? I can't see dad anywhere... I'm worried he might have run off..."

The kid had a fair reason to feel worried–if his oaf father truly risked the integrity of the mission running off and anyone from Planet Vegeta noticed–they'd end up in heaps of trouble as the locals would treat them as invaders and criminals. Likely they'd get beaten and imprisoned alongside Bardock, that's if the collected might of the Frieza Army on Planet Vegeta could handle them, of course.

"I don't think that you father ran off, kid, I think they've separated us on purpose," Chayote replied without bothering to speak telepathically as this wasn't something she wanted to hide. There was some sick sense of excitement coursing through her heart and other muscles and irking them when the Saiyan woman mentioned the plan of the army to separate the off-worlders right in front of them. They thought they were being clever by subtly nudging their subjects in different directions, though Chayote figured that everyone from Earth was onboard with the plan as all of them could sense each other's Ki, anyway.

"Huh? You knew this the whole time?" Gohan opened his mouth and leaned back in fright. "Why didn't you say anything? What if we get lost!?"

"Because, I don't mind hanging around the barracks when I know where most of the soldiers stash their hidden food..." Chayote waved her hand as she approached a parked space pod and thrust her fist through a fuel compartment before pulling the entire compartment open and exposing a man-sized chunk of meat inside the empty compartment that would only get filled with fuel prior to deployment.

"H-Hey!" a devil-like, blue-skinned alien with horns and mutton chops stepped out, shaking his fist in front of Chayote as if his imposing size meant anything to the nonchalant Saiyan.

"It's okay, it's not stealing if the Saiyan storing this food here stole it from the plant themselves, right?" Chayote shrugged with an innocent smirk. "You should thank me, really. After all, I'm exposing flaws in your security. If you filled this compartment with fuel, this chunk of hidden meat could have rendered the whole space pod useless."