"Right!" Gohan agreed.
"Well, let's not keep Piccolo waiting." Goku said with a smile, "see you later, Bage!"
Bage waved back to the saiyan watching he and the others leave him with Bulma. He turned to the woman, watching the back of her head as she gathered her things together. He hesitated slightly before stricking up a conversation.
"Your name is... Bulma right?"
The blue haired woman gave a side glance and smiled.
"The one and only. And you're the mysterious Bage character."
She continued organizing her things and cleaning up after patching up the young Saiyan's head. He hesitated.
"It's so weird. You don't even know who I am or how I got here... So why are you all being so nice to me?"
Bulma returned his puzzled look with a smile. "Are you saying we should have let you bleed out?"
Bage smiled nervously and raised his hands up as if surrendering.
"Oh no, no! I just-"
Before he could continue, he turned his head to see the door to the laboratory slide open. A small figure walked into the room. It was a woman. Bage saw that she had short, jet black hair that drooped over her head slightly but then curled at the ends to her cheeks. Her height made her seem fragile to him, but the thought quickly went away when he noticed the scowl upon her face. She was in a uniform that didn't look remotely like the others. Who was she?
"Bulma." She uttered in a confident yet soft tone. Her scowl showed she meant business. It seemed that she had lost her train of thought when she noticed the other saiyan sitting before her. "Who is this?"
"His name is Bage. Another saiyan. You aliens seem to be dropping like flies." the scientist giggled softly at her own joke, while the other simply squinted her eyes in annoyance.
The woman's gaze turned to Bage. He wasn't sure what to do so he just sat still as her eyes examined him like a predator over its prey. She looked down at his tail to confirm that he was indeed a saiyan before opening her mouth to speak.
"Where did you come from?"
Bage hesitantly looked at her.
"Me...?"
The woman narrowed her eyes in annoyance again.
"Of course you! You're the only other saiyan in here."
Bage gulped as he went to answer her question.
"I... Don't know."
"Why did you come here?"
"... I don't know."
"Are you here under Frieza's command?"
"Who?"
The woman glared at Bage, he must have thought this was a joke.
"ARE YOU AND IDIOT OR SOMETHING?" She snapped, causing the male to reel back in fear.
"Panich, don't be rude to him, he doesn't know much. He lost his memories." Bulma sighed.
Panich.
"Don't tell me what to do earth woman." she grumbled before continuing. "How did he lose it."
"Well he just kind of showed up with a big gash in the back of his head. He and no one else knows where it came from." Bulma replied.
Panich hesitated slightly, examining the male once again before speaking.
"Well then, he's of no interest to me." She said simply as she began striding back to the door. "I just wanted to pet you know you're out of refreshments. I hope you plan on getting them soon."
Bulma simply grunted at this, was she a maid now?
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((For this next part there will be some g-modding for the purpose of the story))
Mystic Saiyan Timeline
Vocado simply rose from the small crater created by Brachi's hit. He brushed his armor off with a displeased look on his face.
"Victory does not discriminate, little lady. Whether my tricks are clean or dirty..."
He then appeared behind her with a growing smirk.
"I always come out on top."
Vocado reached out, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her down to the ground with him. His smirk grew wider as he began throwing the fusion around by her hair, leaving imprints in the concrete.
"No matter how evil you say I may be..." he grunted before twirling her around and releasing, sending her flying. He then teleported in front of her, clasping his fist together in an uppercut. His hand closed into a gun like fashion with his index and middle finger pointed out with a green ball of energy at the end of it. He aimed his fingers at her as she began to fall, shooting three times, letting the blasts hit their target perfectly. "I will always be victorious, because I am stronger."
He blew on his two fingers as if to blow off invisible smoke.
"It's the way of the world."