I don't own this. Toriyama does. I do own Tomakt and the fan fiction characters. Scarlet and White are based on Captain Scarlet and the Mysterions, but it's more fun making them DBZ characters. I don't own Captain Scarlet, Gerry and Sylvia Anderson do. This fan fiction means NO harm.

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Unlikely Fellow Captives of Red Ribbon

By Trynia Merin

The being known as Tomakt streaked through the layers of upper atmosphere. Wearing her black third class armor, she decided to bite the bullet and investigate the cluster of high battle powers at the farm. Was it Goku perhaps? She had seen a battle power of 350 for the past week in the distance, but hesitated to investigate. He wouldn't understand nor comprehend a monster such as herself, unless she proved to him she meant no harm. Another battle trace of 330 slowly encroached on North City from the east, making her wonder who it could be.

She glanced down at the inhabitants of North City. A tear blurred her vision and she wiped it away, hoping the baby she saved was all right. Gunning her ki she shot above the radar profile, heading towards what looked like Goku's trace. Although she had learned his history from the tales he told her in the other universe, she really had no clue about what had transpired in the gaps before then. Gohan had told her the story about Radditzu's first appearance, and she had gleaned the tale from Goku himself.

“Fate has given me another chance so I can't blow it,” she thought. Like it or not, she had taken Radditzu's hole in this story, and she knew that she had to stick to her course. Confusing the inhabitants of this world with her crop circles, UFO balls and others were a good smokescreen so they didn't guess her true nature. It bought her enough time to determine the nature of the civilization and how they'd handle an alien from another planet.

Now they knew her, having seen her drop off a baby in the middle of North City. It was unplanned, she had hoped that she could eventually get more educated humans to seek her ought, and somehow draw Goku to her eventually. Had she done it?

Three huge battle powers. 709 burst out of nowhere. It stunned her. Following her bleeping scouter she dropped to a standing position near the hiding place of her space pod. Three traces not one comprised the 709 battle reading and they were all in some place with two weaker ones. Adjusting her scouter she scanned through a cloaking field, to triangulate them.

Soldiers moved off. She winced, noticing that a power level of 330 was increasing its pace. Was that Goku? Then the other trace suddenly vanished, leaving her flustered. Whatever it was she would see soon. Soldiers cleared away her bodies, and left the site unmolested. Slowly a domed hut flickered into life, and she saw the door open.

Two orange gi clad figures stepped out, one bald and one with long black hair flowing around his shoulders. Next another bald man, a head taller then the other with three eyes emerged accompanied by a small white faced child. She shivered, recognizing them instantly.

Suddenly the three of them gasped. Tomakt clamped down her ki, shivering. They looked at one another in fear, and then relaxed. “I just sensed a MASSIVE ki again, and then it was gone,” mumbled the three eyed warrior.

“I sense an alien mind. It's sad, and now it's blocking me,” Chiaotzu whispered.

“Where?” asked Tien.

“You two go find Goku. I wanna look at the site now the guys are gone,” said a female voice. To her shock she saw a young woman with bright blue hair and a Capsule T shirt and jacket stride out. Much younger then the woman she knew, it was unmistakably still Bulma Briefs, of this world.

“She's a scientist. No wonder she's investigating. And those other two must be Krillen and Yamucha. But they look so different,” she mumbled.

That power level of 330 was only a mile distant. Bulma strode confidently in the company of Krillen and Yamucha. Tien and his companion rocketed off, leaving them alone. Yamucha and Krillen exchanged glances, watching Bulma pull out several pieces of equipment.

“What?” she asked.

“Um Bulma, Krillen and I are sensing a HUGE ki right now,” Yamucha said nervously.

“It's probably Goku,” said Krillen. “Good.”

“But Goku's at Korin's tower,” said Yamucha. “Do you think?”

“Bulma, maybe you'd better go back to the capsule house while I check it out with Yamucha,” said Krillen.

“No way! I'm not staying back!” she snapped. Just then the two men swallowed hard as a purple meteorite burst through the clouds. The ground rumbled, diesel smell splitting that of hay and corn.

“What the?” Tomakt wondered, and then saw at least 100 traces of puny battle power on the ground, and the source of the 330 hovering overhead.

“Bulma, now,” said Yamucha. “Back away. Something's coming!”

“What?”

“It sounds like an army and heavy vehicles. Get down!” Yamucha exclaimed. “Bulma, get out of sight! Krillen stay with me!”

“But that power… it's right on top of us!” Krillen gulped.

“I refuse to just sit back while you have all the fun!" Bulma huffed.

“C'mon Bulma, don't' argue!” Yamucha snapped, pulling her back.

“Fine, but don't get killed you guys!” she snapped, entering the capsule house. Tomakt slowly crept forwards, watching the two Z warriors edge up and peer around the trees.

“Oh shit,” Yamucha gasped, as the source of the ki landed. Through the trees a white cape flapped in the wind, off the shoulders of a tall seven foot figure. From the tips of his pointy boots their eyes trailed up to a dark blue fighting outfit, red sash, and a high turban atop his head. Two antennas protruded under the brim, shading huge dark eyes. The figure folded his arms, and turned to glance around at the ruined fields. Police tape fenced off the Red Ribbon Vehicles.

“Your majesty, it's as you sensed,” said one of the commanding soldiers, stepping off a huge tank. Tomakt gasped, recognizing the green alien.

“Huh, then where are they?” asked the green skinned King.

“Your father called them the red ribbon army, milord,” said the uniformed figure that appeared to be the leader, wearing a similar turban and shades. All the soldiers wore turbans, pointed boots and blue uniforms with red piping, and the name Daimyo on their backs.

“Mercenaries,” Yamucha whispered.

“Its… its… it's King Piccolo. But he was dead!” Krillen stammered, his knees knocking together.

“Captain Scarlet, I know that. Tell me what the hell happened here! Looks like they were decimated by some powerful blast!” said Piccolo, glancing around. Tomakt sensed he was far younger than she recalled, slenderer as well.

“We're dead meat,” Yamucha gasped.

“Wait a minute, I'm sensing some runts. HEY, whoever it is, you can stop hiding from me. I know you're there!” Piccolo barked, raising his hand. He fired directly at the bush. Yamucha and Krillen shot out of the way, scattering as they soared away.

“Who dares disturb King Piccolo the second!” Captain scarlet yelled.

“Come out, I know you're here!” Piccolo grunted, rising into the air. “My men or I will find you! You can run but you can't hide!”

“This way,” Captain Scarlet motioned, barking orders to his troops. To her shock Tomakt saw his battle power was a modest 100. High for a human. He rocketed up, levitating as a Z fighter did. Within seconds he zipped around and grabbed hold of Krillen who had just tumbled out of a bush.

“Oh no!” Krillen gasped. “Yamucha, get out of here!”

“Let him GO!” Yamucha shouted. Throwing back his hands he shouted, “Spirit ball!”

A huge blue sphere the size of a basketball surged out of Yamucha's hand, crashing into Captain Scarlet. Piccolo turned, seeing the flash. He aimed a blast downwards. Krillen shot free, kicking away from Scarlet. Troops scattered, firing at the two Z warriors.

“Bulma get away,” Yamucha silently pleaded.

“You… I know you,” Piccolo shouted. “You're… Z warriors!”

“You won't take us alive!” Yamucha shouted. “KAMEHAMEA!”

A sizzling blast shot from the desert bandit's hands, towards Piccolo. The namekian laughed, deflecting the blast with one hand. Krillen dropped before Scarlet, as Yamucha faced off against Piccolo.

“Leave us. I'll handle this garbage myself,” said Piccolo. “So, you challenge me, human? I see you wear the same colors as Muten Roshi. Tell me where I might find the one called Son Goku, and I might let you live!”

“No way man!” Yamucha snapped. “Even if I knew I wouldn't! Krillen I'll handle him. You get that other guy!”

“Right,” Krillen snapped, kicking off a rapid series of punches from Scarlet.

“You're fast, baldy,” he laughed, swinging punches. “Stand back men! Search the area.”

“All right, you asked for it. You can send Goku a message when he finds your rotting corpse!” Piccolo grunted. He shot forwards, and Yamucha circled, nailing him in the back.

“Wolf fang fist!” Yamucha shouted, swinging his hands in swiping arcs. One of them slashed across Piccolo's face, then his chest.

“KYAEEE!” Piccolo shouted, swinging up his fist and punching Yamucha to the ground. The Bandit grunted, rolling over out of the way. Meanwhile Krillen flipped and spun evading the punches of Scarlet. Red balls of ki slammed into him, and Krillen barely managed to block and deflect each one with a rapid flurry of hands.

“Try this!” Krillen shouted, his china flat shoed feet peppering Scarlet with rapid fire kicks like a jackhammer. Scarlet laughed when Krillen landed back, cracking his disjointed head back into place.

“That was all you have?” Scarlet laughed.

“Oh great,” Krillen groaned. He raised his hand skywards, and formed a small bright disc.

“You really think that feeble thing is going to do anything? I'll let you have one good shot, baldy,” Scarlet laughed.

“Destructo disc!” Krillen yelled, lobbing it. It zinged past Scarlet, who easily dodged it.

“Fool, you missed,” he laughed.

“Shows what YOU know,” Krillen chuckled. He ducked, and the whirling disc shot back around in a graceful ark, passing over his head and slamming right into Scarlet. Although he held up his hand to deflect it, he suddenly screamed in shock as blood splattered his face. In disbelief he saw his hand rolling on the ground, and his wrist was a stump cleanly sliced diagonally.

“You die!” Scarlet howled.

Yamucha shoved Piccolo off him with booted feet. A punch slammed into his face, and he slammed his knee into Piccolo's gut. The Namekian laughed it off, slamming a punch into Yamucha's gut. Groaning, Yamucha crumpled, hugging himself. Tomakt swallowed hard, narrowing her eyes. She raised her hand and aimed a small sphere directly at Piccolo's skull as his back was turned. He grunted as something impacted with his head, knocking him over with a blinding blast.

“Hey you there! Face me instead!” Tomakt shouted, rising out of the bushes. Scarlet and his men suddenly gasped, seeing the new warrior entering the fray.

“What the HELL is that?" Piccolo got out. “Who… what are you?”

“Leave the humans alone, Namekian,” Tomakt said. “Please.”

“You're messing with the wrong guy, lady,” Piccolo snarled, glaring at her. He rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the woman. Suddenly his eyes widened in horror.

“What did you call me, woman?” Piccolo demanded.

“You're from a planet called Namek, far from here. You're not from this world, or don't' you know?”

“Why should I care?” Piccolo snarled. “Mind your own damn business before I…”

“Step away from them now, and I won't hurt you,” said Tomakt clearly. “I mean it, Piccolo.”

“How do you know my name, answer me?” Piccolo grunted. Yamucha staggered to his feet, using the chance to move towards Krillen who was holding his own with Scarlet. The soldiers stood back, their guns trained on the dueling men.

“I know more than you can imagine, Namekian. Leave them alone,” said Tomakt. “I won't ask again. Don't make me use violence.”

“Your majesty, I hate to interrupt," said Scarlet, as Krillen shot away from his grasp. He held his stump of a wrist to his jacket while punching his earpiece with his good hand. “Our lookout has just spotted someone else approaching fast!”

“Shut up! You, tell me who you are!” Piccolo snarled. “Before you really piss me off!”

“I'm an alien being from another planet, just like you are Namekian! My name is Tomakt, Third Class of Napa's squad. I'm a Saiyan Warrior sent here to look for those like me,” said Tomakt.

"Those like you? What the HECK are you?" Piccolo demanded.

"Surely you've seen somethign like this before?" she asked, unfurling the long tail around her waist. "Look familiar?"

"It can't be... it's just like... nah wait a minute, how could it possibly be?"

"You have?" she asked.

"But Goku was just a little kid... if you know him then you're really in trouble. He's my sworn enemy, and you just blew your chance of remaining alive!"

"But I'm looking for Goku so I can take him AWAY from this planet! Don't you see he's one of my kind! And if I get rid of him then you won't have to WORRY about him anymore!"

"Sounds tempting, but no thanks. I want to beat the crap out of him for what he did to my father," Piccolo shook his head. "Now if you're wise you'll haul off and tell Goku to come and meet me to settle this."

"But this Goku doesn't KNOW I exist, or what he really is, that's the problem!" she snorted, levitating back.

“Sire! Something's headed this way! It's the Red Ribbon army!” Scarlet shouted. “And they outnumber us ten to one!”

“Retreat now!” Piccolo said.

“Retreat!” Scarlet barked, moving off into the bushes. Piccolo returned to Tomakt, who hovered there in midair. Levitating, he rose to face her.

Strange whizzing discs shot over the trees, causing both warriors to turn their attention away. A second later, Tomakt's scouter bleeped urgently. “Behind you!” she cried, seeing a blurred movement zipping up from the direction opposite Piccolo's mercenary force.

“Oh come on that's the OLDEST trick in the book,” Piccolo grunted. Something slammed into his gut, knocking him aside. Tomakt gaped at the sight of a large purple skinned being that remotely resembled a fictional horror character. Complete with neck bolts and stitching, the being levitated just as they did.

Another figure materialized, shaking purplish blue hair. Female eyes blinked and a laugh tittered, swinging a punch at the black armored Saiyan. She whirled around, blocking the punch of the attacker. Slender, feminine and about her height, the newcomer wore a silver jumpsuit with red ribbon markings, flying with the aid of a rocket pack in her back.

“Naptime, monkey lady,” she giggled.

“Shut up!” Tomakt warned. Piccolo grunted, swinging punches at his Frankenstein attacker.

“What are you!” he wolfed, then felt a prickle in his neck. Something snapped around, and he felt a cold band of metal forming a collar. Energy crackled.

“Just surrender. It won't hurt if you do,” said the Frankenstein being. “I don't want to hurt you.”

“I… you… curse it,” Piccolo gasped, feeling his life force draining.

“Piccolo!” Tomakt shouted, turning from her attacker.

“Bedtime for Bonzo,” tittered the purple haired female. She shot out her hand, clamping a similar collar around Tomakt’s neck. Groaning the Saiyan turned, firing a blast at her. It fizzled in a second. Her energy ebbed away with the bleeping of the band at her throat.

“Kuso… a ki… damper… how…” she groaned, plummeting to the ground. Crashing next to Piccolo, she rolled over to stare into the face of a white haired old man wearing a tall fur hat.

“Well done my dears, 7 and 8,” he purred, glancing at Tomakt with blue eyes from beneath craggy brows.

“Here you are, Doctor. Two creatures for your amusement,” the female laughed.

“You won't hurt them will you, Master?” asked the Frankenstein.

“My dear no. 6, you've outdone yourself. And no 8, don't worry they'll be quite entertained. I'm going to make you some new little friends once I've studied these two. Pick them up and carry them back to base. I'll join you there,” said their white haired master.

Colonel White rushed up, his face badly burned, but his uniform immaculate. “I told you they were powerful, didn't I?”

“Yes. But what is this green being?”

`The son of King Piccolo they say. And this is the bitch that nailed me and killed 100 of my best men,” White snapped. “What is she?”

“She resembles the other brat who decimated our organization those years ago. Luckily I was able to rebuild no. 8. But these two will do QUITE nicely,” said the scientist.

“Right Dr. Gero. But we'd better move before we're detected. Should we go after those other costumed clowns?”

“No, let them go fetch their friend. I'm sure Son Goku will love to pay his old FRIENDS a visit. And when he does, these two will kill him, and exact my revenge,” Dr. Gero laughed. “Especially THIS one. I see she has a tail just like his…”

“A tail? Should I cut it off?”

“No, leave it. I want to study just WHAT it does. I didn't think that creature Goku had a relative. I thought he was just a freak of nature. But it seems this is a fully grown monkey creature. And in strange armor. I wonder,” Dr. Gero mused.

In the meantime Bulma Briefs slowly rounded the capsule hut.  She saw the strange showdown between the black armored figure and the Namekian.  It amazed her how easily both levitated twenty feet in the air; their eyes riveted in a death match stare. 

Her blood froze when she saw the Red Ribbon army.  Quickly she ducked out of sight, sticking just behind the nearest bushes.  She wanted to shout when she saw first Piccolo, then the alien woman attacked.  Gleaming metal devices snapped around their necks, crackling. 

Bulma’s eyes widened in horror when she saw both powering up, only to plummet to the ground.  The instant their ki shells powered up, the small bands crackled with t heir own energies.  Her scientific brain reasoned they must be ki suppressors or scramblers capable of blocking energy so it couldn’t be focused for an attack.  Yamucha and Krillen had soared away into the bushes, no doubt looking for her in the capsule house.

Nearby, the alien female had landed; her body sprawled out on one side.  As the craggy featured Dr. Gero exalted with his two operatives, Bulma saw the ape woman slowly turning over.  Amazing that she was still partly coherent, groaning to herself. Slowly she crept out, moving over to the female in surprise.

Dark eyes opened up, fixing on her in surprise.  Bulma suppressed a squeak of alarm, seeing the furry band flickering around the female’s waist.  Slowly the woman reached up and grabbed the strange device off her face.  With a last burst of energy she flung it far into the bushes.  Bulma yelped, rushing away when she saw the shadow of one of Dr. Gero’s creations turning to the fallen Saiyan female.

“Get away… woman,” groaned Tomakt, her eyes falling on Bulma.

“Who… what are you…”

“Get away… Bulma,” she said.

“How do you know my name?” she was about to ask before she darted into the trees. 

Heart pounding she rushed in the direction of where the scouter had fallen.  Harsh laughter and the whooshing of rockets told her that the Red Ribbon army was departing.  Something gleamed in the sunlight, through a gap in the trees, alerting her.  Within minutes she found it, sunlight gleaming off a green tinted visor.  Bulma reached out and picked it up, turning it over in her hands.

“Bulma, there you are!” gasped Yamucha, grabbing her up and rocketing into the air.  Bulma yelped, nearly dropping the scouter as she realized she was flying high above the canopy of trees.

“Yamucha what are you doing!” she shouted.

“Shh! We’re getting away before those Red Ribbon clowns follow us!” Yamucha hissed, clapping his free hand over her mouth.

“You almost scared the hell out of me!” she mumbled when he released her lips.

“Whatever! What were you doing?  You could have gotten killed or worse!” Yamucha scolded her. 

“In case you didn’t’ realize it, I was TRYING to take a look at that alien woman who saved your asses!” she snorted indignantly, squirming to get comfortable.  Yamucha swung her so he held her under her knees and back, love cradle style.  She slid one arm around his neck, and placed the scouter into her utility pack.

“Too bad she was captured with Piccolo,” said Krillen.

“But we should have helped her,” said Bulma.  “She had a tail just like Goku’s!”

“That doesn’t mean a thing, Bulma,” said Krillen.  “She’s as dangerous as he is!  Her ki was WAY more powerful then even Goku’s!”

“Still…”

“Tien and Chiaotzu are gonna find Goku and send him to Capsule,” said Yamucha. 

“Luckily I got that lady’s device right here,” said Bulma, reaching into her pocket and brandishing the strange earpiece and green tinted visor attached.

“YOW what’s THAT?” Krillen yelped.

“It’s her device she was wearing.  It must be very important because she took it off and threw it my way when she saw me.  She knew my name!” said Bulma excitedly.  “And she told me to run away.  Would someone who wanted to HURT us do that?”

“How did she know who you were?” Yamucha asked.

“She told Piccolo she knew who I was, dummy,” Bulma glared at him. “DUH!”

“How would she know?” asked Krillen.

“She must have come here to study this planet.  That meteorite must have been a space ship of some kind.  And I bet you a thousand zenni that she was looking for Goku.  I mean duh, she has a tail like his, and she said she was!”

“Still, that’s no reason to make any rash decisions,” Yamucha said.

“Shut up and get me home so I can analyze this,” she glared at both of them.  “You men are so dense sometimes it’s a wonder how you get along without me!”

“Oh good grief,” groaned Yamucha.  Krillen just shook his head, chuckling to himself. For once he didn’t’ envy his friend’s choice in girlfriends.