"The Other Side Of Vegeta"

Written By: s

Disclaimer: I do not own any portion or characters of DBZ or PokeMon. My thanx to the creators of such magnificent personalities for use the use of fanfiction. DBZ belongs to TOEI Studios, Akira Toryama and FUNimation. PokeMon belongs to Nintendo and Warner Brothers Studios. I am not making any money from this saga. It is just an expression of my interest in such fantastic anime like DBZ. No law suits, please. Being under privileged, the paycheck doesn't stretch that far. WARNING! This fanfic begins with a PG-13 rating for language (we all know that Vegeta has a mouth that would make a sewer look clean, lol) and violence. Later it will have n NC-17 rating for the juicy stuff. Reader discretion is advised. This is my first fanfic so be brutal in UR review. Vegeta is OOC thru most of the fic. This is a V/B break up fic. Major Bulma/Chichi/Yamcha bashing. Apologies 2 all Bulma/Vegeta romance fans out there. If any ideas or themes sound familiar to any author of other stories please note, I had not intention of stealing such fantastic ideas, they just worked themselves into the scope of this saga as pure coincidence. My thanks and apologies go to those authors. Happy reading. A/N: EXTREME AU, HINTS OF YAOI AND YURI.

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: Yaoi, angst, Lemon

Pairings: Vegeta x Goku

Summary: Bulma and Vegeta have broken up-she throws him out after he misses one too many holidays. Through a series of accidents, Vegeta's long buried emotional gentler side emerges. Vegeta and Goku, along with Trunks, Goten and Bura(I'm not too crazy over her english name), all live on an island princedom away form civilization although, the other Z-Sensi know of their hideaway.

 

"The Other Side Of Vegeta"

CHAPTER X

BE PREPARED

By week’s end, Bulma’s injury had healed completely to the bewilderment of her doctors. The injury had been so severe that there was talk of amputation. It was a miracle that Vegeta happened along when he did, or Bulma would have locked herself away forever because she would have been disfigured. Nonetheless, the minute Bulma got out of the hospital, she called Cindy and Maron, asked if they would still like to get away from civilization for awhile, then said that she would meet them at CC in about two hours. The two had said that they would love to get away, however, Bulma did mention that if either one had a boyfriend, that she could bring him because she was gonna bring Yamcha.

“Yamcha? When did he come back on the scene?” Maron asked in a bewildered tone.

“He came to see me everyday that I was in the hospital and guess who else came to see me?” Bulma asked in a conspiratory tone. Her friends had to ask who had also visited, and she replied, “Goku and Vegeta,” she said in a tone of triumph. “Vegeta gave me some of his energy to speed up my healing. Oh, I wish you could have seen him! He was a walking dream with his hair all down passed his tail and an aura I had never sensed from him before. He was…less arrogant? Yeah, he was less arrogant and proud even though he tried hard to be. When he was sharing his power with me, I wanted to just grab him and ravage him right there in my room!” Bulma exclaimed, heat coloring her cheeks at the very thought. The girls then rang off to prepare for their camping trip.

The X-team had been called back to America, Vegeta’s friends from Minerva had long since departed for their own planet, and the Saiyans and Saiya-Earthling half-breeds immersed themselves into heavy training. Since losing his best friend to a girl, Goten had been less than enthusiastic about training or even sparring. The action did not go unnoticed by a pair of sharp black angular eyes that watched every happening and every circumstance within the camp. He approached the youth, which was supposed to be training the youth army along with young Prince Vegeta.

“Goten, here,” he commanded in a low voice and the young man obeyed. “Come, let’s talk,” he said, turned his back to the youth and two walked a little away from the crowd. “You’re troubled, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, your highness,” Goten replied, a small sniffle escaped.

Vegeta looked up and saw tears, which the boy was trying to hide. The prince regarded his adoptive son, and then jump kicked the boy to the ground. Vegeta fell to the ground on his knees beside Goten and, gabbing a handful of the boy’s black hair, readied a chi ball. “Boy, your tears are womanish! If you don’t dry that pathetic rainfall this instant, I’ll send you to the next dimension and that’s not a threat!”

“But Vegeta! You don’t understand she took the only person who ever understood me away from me! I can’t take it!” the boy wailed.

Vegeta dragged Goten to his feet and pointed to the camp. “Look out there! There are hundreds of beautiful Saiya-jin females out there! I would have thought that by now one of them would have caught our eyes! Besides, I know it’s how hard it is! Do you think it’s easy for me to watch your dad with my sister? What you feel for Trageta is what I feel for Kakarrot but I daren’t express it. On this planet such a show is frowned upon. Plus with the woman that birthed you and Gohan living here for some God-unknown reason, if she got wind of you and my son’s relationship, she’d try to finish what the Ice-jin began. I cannot allow that no matter if such situations are right according to our people, while we’re on this planet, we must live by their rules, for now. Grow up, boy! If you and Trageta find you cannot be separate from one another, take it out of camp but find a female to have your offspring. As supreme ruler of the Saiya-jin it is my duty to see my soldiers mated or bonded. You’re an elite warrior for God’s sake, don’t turn wimpy on me! I need all the strong men at my disposal, for when we fight the Icejin,” Vegeta explained, just then a gorgeous young female walked over to where the prince and Goten were standing.

She smiled coquettishly at Goten, who was drying his eyes. Her tail switched in a come hither fashion, which did not go unnoticed. Goten suddenly felt shy. “Hey, soldier, you wouldn’t come over to me, so I took a chance and came to you. My name’s Cilantra and I’m Broculla’s eldest daughter. I came with the first group from Scotland and noticed you right away but momma told me the girl never made the first move unless she saw the object of her affection not responding,” Cilantra tickled Goten under his chin and the young warrior melted. Cilantra had wrapped her tail around him to show that she had chosen him for herself.

Vegeta nodded. “Situation under control, condition normal. Houston, we don’t have a problem,” the prince smiled and left the newly formed couple to return to his own mate and children.

“What was that all about?” Trageta asked when Outusan joined the group, the younger sitting between his mate, Cornelia’s, legs. Yes, Trageta and Cornelia had formed a mateship and were very happy at the prospect of bonding as lifemates. After the warriors had returned from searching for other Vegetasei survivors, Cornelia and the young prince had been spending quite a lot of time together.

She was a lovely chimp with shoulder length brown hair and eyes the color of melted chocolate. She was shorter than young Vegeta, who was just a half a head taller than Outusan, however, anyone who valued their existence in the primary dimension, never mentioned the elder Vegeta’s lack of great height. “Big things come in small packages,” he’d quip during training exercises and just before he let fly one of his more powerful blasts to end a fighting match. Nonetheless, Cory was good for Trageta in the immediate now, although Goten would be a much better choice, circumstances were not correct for such a meeting. She was the daughter of the medic who delivered the twins and she had a high IQ, plus she, along with others with not so strong power readings, was a first rate instructor. Vegeta had approved of her for his son for the meantime.

“Oh, Goten? Jealous, hurt and upset over your girlfriend, no biggie, he'll get over it. Besides, I think that little Cilantra number’s gonna give him a hard way to go,” Vegeta Outusan remarked as he took hold of Lissa and lifted her off the ground. “C’mon, woman, it’s time for us to spar. I need to gauge my mate’s power level,” the prince said in a tone of voice that meant business and not pleasure, then the two ventured off on their own. ‘I want you to realize that with that Earth onna here, we cannot act as we are used to. Keep it quiet,’ Vegeta told his son through their parent/child bond.

Kakarrot and Kayla had gone off to frolic and play in the lake when they noticed something not quite right with the landscape.

“Kakarrot, is this not supposed to be barren land on which we hunt? Why is there a dwelling place there and…what’s that thing?” Kayla asked about a thing that belched smoke.

“Looks like we got company, mate of mine. I don’t like this, we’re supposed to be in the middle of nowhere!” Kakarrot exclaimed as he and his mate watched the events on the shore ten meters from where they were swimming.

Bulma, her two girlfriends and three guys had all arrived in the wilderness and were complaining loudly. Cindy had already broken two fingernails trying to get her camping gear un-encapsulated. Maron had gotten her long blue hair tangled in a tree. Killer mosquitoes had attacked Yamcha. Cindy’s boyfriend, Peter, had lost a contact lens and Maron’s boyfriend, Paul, had stepped into a growth of poison ivy! This was gonna be a long week. Thank goodness, Bulma had remembered to pick up extra repellant of all kinds. Nonetheless, it was Bulma who had been trying to light the propane grill and only succeeded in producing thick black smoke.

“Your highness, the hunting grounds are on fire and we didn’t do it,” Chokarti bowed as he explained why a plume of thick black smoke could be seen billowing from their food storage range.

Trageta was left with the responsibility to lead the people in Outusan’s absence. “Take Celerion with you and make sure the forest is safe,” he informed the soldier who nodded then flew off to locate the medic, who was busy sparing with Angelair. The three left the camp to locate the source of the smoke.

“I don’t believe this. I bloody hell don’t believe this! She comes to my home, uninvited, brings her lazy, sleazy, weak as shit friends and now she’s burning down my forest! Grr, no wonder I can’t stand her!” Vegeta snarled as he located the source of the fire. “Woman, get out here and mind this inferno you’ve caused!” he roared in anger. The prince and his princess had gone into the forest to spar when their sensitive noses picked up the smell of smoke. Vegeta went to investigate.

Bulma peaked out from her capsule house. Was this real or a trick of her imagination? He was standing there, hands on his hips looking as mean as ever but for the last few years she had missed that dark scowl. She ventured out of the house and skipped over to him.

“Well, fancy meeting you here,” Bulma smiled up into his eyes, which were black slits of flint.

“If you don’t put this monstrosity out now, I’ll put it out for you!” he roared and Bulma looked at the smoldering grill and screamed.

That was the last straw. Vegeta whipped around, grabbed the grill, and threw the thing high in the air then suddenly the grill exploded into oblivion. “Had I not been here and that thing exploded, part of my food source would have been destroyed! What the hell are you doing out here in the first place?” he screamed, his voice reaching near hysteria.

“I invited a few of my friends camping. What are you doing out here?” she challenged.

“If you really must know, I live out here with my offspring, Kakarrot and both his sons. I’ll let you camp out here, but no more things you can’t even work, madam genius!” and with that Vegeta jumped across the lake. “I suggest you two get dressed or swim closer to home. As long as they’re here, we’ll have to be very careful of our activities. We don’t wish the out side world to know of us,” Vegeta informed his commander and his mate then retrieved his own mate and headed deeper into the forest.

“I think our prince is slightly off balance?” Kayla remarked as the two swam around one another. That action took them a little closer to shore.

At that instance, Bulma looked out over the water and spotted two heads. Yamcha joined her and noticed her wide-eyed gaze at the lake.

“Hey, look, babe, isn’t that Goku? Wow, I wonder who that is beside him? She’s a righteous babe!” Yamcha smiled as he took in every detail of Kayla’s face.

Bulma turned when she heard the tone in his voice and whacked him on the head. “You’re supposed to be worshipping me or I’ll sic Vegeta on you,” she warned in a tight voice, then she looked back at Goku and the girl he was with. “Goku, what are you doing out here s’far away from Chi-Chi and the rest of the world?” she asked when she thought that he could hear her.

The couple froze and Kakarrot took hold of the female with him and wrapped his arms around her protectively.

“Kakarrot, is she not the one who tried to kill my brother and the children with some sort of collar I have heard talk about? She is the same one that Cilvanti blasted some days ago. Why does she call you, mate of mine?” Kayla asked, her black eyes narrowing to slits.

“She is that. C’mon, let’s leave here,” Kakarrot took hold of the princess and began to swim away when…

“Hey, I’m talking to you, buddy! So, this is why you haven’t been home for so long! Does Chi-Chi know that you’re cheating on her? How could you do such a thing to her? I bet that monkey-tailed bastard put you up to it! He never could stand Chi-Chi and her treatment of you!” Bulma screamed, a high pitched sound that caused the birds to scatter.

Goku stood in the lake, which for him was waist high. He folded his arms and struck Vegeta’s famous pose. “Well, yeah, considering that she’s assisting 18 and Videl in teaching the-

“Kakarrot, no! Ichison wants no mention of us,” Kayla shook her head and her mate nodded.

“She’s at camp doing my laundry and every one likes her cooking. Vegeta didn’t want my mateship to end like his did. I told him I would have preferred that, but Chi-Chi’s conforming to our ways very nicely,” Kakarrot nodded.

Just then a tiny figure with blue hair and a blue tail flew into view and with her was seven others around her age. They stopped when they spotted the commander and Princess Kayla. “Hey, Uncle Kakarrot, Aunt Kayla, Miss Chichi said that if you two intend on eating that you’d better come now! Y’know what that means. You don’t get it when it’s visible, you’ll have to hunt it and cook it for yourself,” the little princess giggled then she and her friends flew off.

“Hey we’d love to stay and chat, but it’s first come/first serve back at camp. With nearly four hundred mouths to feed, ya even gotta fight for the scraps!” Goku said, took hold of his princess, swam until they were out of sight, then Ited from the spot.

“Well, I never! I swear, if I ever get my hands on Vegeta, he’s gonna be toast! Not only has he turned my children, now he’s managed to turn my oldest and dearest friend to his side! AAAHHH!” Bulma screamed and pulled at her hair.

“Man, that was weird! First Vegeta shows up and blasts the grill to oblivion. Goku acted like he didn’t us anymore and your daughter didn’t even acknowledge your existence!” Yamcha pointed out.

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious, genius. Let’s go get another grill,” Bulma replied with a tartness to her voice that meant she was upset.

“NO! I’ll find some wood and use my energy to light them, but I think it’ll be safe for the forest if we don’t have a grill,” Yamcha laughed.

Vegeta was rolling thunder when he returned to camp, which made everyone within his line of vision scramble for the nearest tree! The prince was in a towering rage and even his kids sought shelter. Vegeta told Parlissa to go have her breakfast then he stormed off to the gravity chamber and closed the door with a slam so hard the sphere shook to its core.

“My God, he’s in a fair taking! I wonder what set him off? I’ve never seen him this angered,” Kayla remarked as she and Kakarrot returned to camp just after Vegeta and Lissa.

No one moved a muscle as they watched the Grav Chamber quake violently and heard high angry screams come from its confines. Yes, Vegeta was enraged and there was no hiding the fear that the newly rebuild Grav room would explode.

“Y’all may as well eat ‘cause daddy’s gonna be in there till he cools down,” Cilvanti told the adults who were unfamiliar with their prince’s new rage.

After two hours of trying to destroy, if not the Grav room, than himself, Vegeta emerged from the chamber bloodied, beaten and battered. Seeing her mate in such a condition, Parlissa flew to his side to assist him. Kakarrot followed her and young Vegeta, too. They took hold of her mate and carried him into the palace. With Emanu, along with his sons, being a builder, the contractors, in addition to repairing the two rooms for his prince, also installed a rejuvenation tank. The two mighty warriors placed the prince in the tank, programmed the settings then went about their business. Parlissa stayed by her mate’s side and sat in front of the tank.

“Oh, Vegeta, you promised you wouldn’t do anything as stupid as that suicide attempt,” she sniffled.

‘Hush woman, I’ll have none of that from my mate! I wasn’t trying to take the coward’s way out of existence, so you can tell everyone not to worry on that head. I was just upset that six people with connections to the outside world could open us up to danger if word ever got out that nearly five hundred Saiyans are yet alive. I’m only trying to protect my children as any parent would,’ Vegeta responded mentally. ‘Lissa, I need more help but I don’t know where it’ll come from,’ he concluded.

“I couldn’t say, mate of mine, but we’ll pray for a miracle. God of the Universe is the God of all miracles. He brought me here, didn’t He? Get well, my prince, I’ll be here when you recover,” she sighed, got up then went to lie on a cot that was in the room across from the tank. She looked at her handsome prince. He was hers, finally. Oh, she was aware that he had mated before with that blue-haired loudmouth who was encamped on their lake front property and that witch had borne him the two most uniquely colored half-Saiyans to ever exist, but she knew that those two had no love for one another. Not like the love one Saiya-jin had for their chosen mate. That love was strong and reached across time and space. Death was the only thing that could sever such a tie. Two Saiya-jin in complete surrender to one another became one mind, one body and one soul. What one experienced so did the other and Lissa felt her mate’s injuries along with him. She lay in pain so severe she felt as if she had been crushed by a gigantic weight. Just then the young prince and princess entered the treatment room and were just barely standing themselves. This was a new experience; this shared pain. Trageta remembered how he felt when that accursed collar was turning Cilvi’s energy inward in the attempt to kill them all. Then the night Outusan had tried to blast himself into the next dimension. That had been excruciating pain but he was able to get through that as did Cilvi and even Lissa. Now the three of them lay in the treatment room, with the injured prince and their own bodies to some extent, shared that pain along with him. Never again would he have to suffer alone.

Bulma had decided the six of them should explore the area in which they had chosen to camp, so she removed three capsules with the same number from her capsule storage container, pressed the button then threw the capsules one at a time. When the smoke cleared, three shiny air bikes that could fit two people stood gleaming in the sun. The three guys mounted the bikes and the girls got behind them and held onto their waists. The guys started the engines then the group took off at a blinding speed. Not far from the campsite the group had notice a vast desert, which would do perfectly for the bike rides. It was in this desert that most of New Saiya practiced their blast attacks and had mock battles among themselves. It was in this desert that the brothers, Angelair and Fuyung, along with Gohan and Goten were fighting among themselves. Everyone at Little Vegeta had either never lost their tails or regained them with the assistance of an energy ball, which simulated a full moon. The prince, who could control his transformed state better than nearly all the others-except his offspring-knew just when to destroy the ball, which was just before the final transformation into the ware-ape form known as Oozaru. Nonetheless, the men had been battling and teaching the younger boys how to fight with their tails when a loud whirring sound filled the air.

“What on Earth is that?” Angelair asked as he searched for a source.

“I have no clue, but we’d better hit higher ground. Remember what Vegeta said a little while ago, that those six could bring us trouble if we let ourselves be seen,” Gohan reminded the others and immediately the four took off into the air.

What they observed made their skin crawl. Sure they knew they themselves were disfiguring the land, however, the desert just reshaped itself to cover the damage. But these vehicles were making the destruction worse. The boys who were controlling the bikes would hover in one spot and rev the engine, which caused a massive out put of air into that spot and sand would fly in all directions practically blinding the four warriors, who hung in the air. Fuyung then suggested a return to camp.

“Besides, I kinda like you guys mom, but don’t tell your dad,” he admitted shyly.

Gohan and his brother stared in open-mouthed shock. “Fuyung, you dog! Dad has Vegeta’s sister now, so I don’t think he’d mind if you have an interest in mom, but I thought that as a Saiya-jin elite you would want one of the sisters?” Goten asked as they returned to camp.

Fuyung lowered his head. “My mate passed from this dimension when Frieza blew up the home planet. I vowed never to mate again unless I felt a deep stirring in my soul that would keep urging me and urging me. When your mom came into camp, I felt that urging and it wasn’t hormones. Saiyan males don’t need that as often as it appears human males do, plus we have to smell when our mate is ready for the act. We may have been a ruthless and barbaric race according to some, but we were gentle when it came to our mates,” Fuyung smiled, just then a loud roar emitted from behind the warriors.

The four turned in time to see a fast approaching Tyrannosaurus Rex baring down on the unsuspecting bikers. The four knew what Vegeta had said about letting themselves be seen, but it was clear that without their assistance, lunch would have those kids for lunch. The warriors flew down to intercept the monster and all used low powered forms of their strongest attacks. The beast wouldn’t go down. Gohan left the group to try and stop the funsters and make them go back to the safety of their campsite.

“Oh, look, he’s got a tail and it’s so long and fuzzy!” Maron, the other blue haired nit in the group exclaimed.

Gohan immediately wrapped his tail around his waist. “Look, leave now, cause this beast is gonna eat us all if we don’t stop him and your presence is just agitating him further!” Gohan charged but the group seemed completely clueless until Yamcha revved the bike on which he and Bulma sat and sped out of Dodge; the other two did the same. The minute the kids had left, Goten threw out and energy ball for the guys to stare at to begin their transformation. Gohan opted not to go ape so that he could destroy the ball when the job had been completed. Just then a shaft of light pierced the animal and it exploded. Gohan destroyed the energy ball so the others could return to normal. Once that happened, Gohan told them to take to the air.

It was a spacecraft of some kind with unknown writing on the sides. It landed with a whoosh of jet and displaced the sand on its decent. As the foursome watched, Gohan depressed a button on his scouter
<A/N every new group of Saiyans brought a scouter with them from when they had first arrived on the planet> and reported.

“Hey, we got some weird crap goin’ on out here in the desert. Send a team now as back-up,” he said.

“Captain, this is Vegeta, my son and myself will be there in a heartbeat!” the elder prince replied. He had just gotten out of the tank and his family had recovered. After he and Trunks had suited up, the two left the palace, grabbed Kakarrot, and then headed for the desert.

The ship resembled and extra large round Saiyan space pod, which could travel great distances at an incredibly great speed. When the two Ouji Vegetas and Goku arrived, the elder prince flew closer to the craft to investigate its markings. Just then, a swoosh sound was heard and a hatchway appeared.

“Vegeta, get your butt back to higher ground!” Goku called and the prince obeyed-for once.

“Everyone stand ready. If the markings are what I perceive them to be, then, boys, get ready to rumble,” Vegeta Outusan warned and positioned himself for battle. The other Saiyans followed suit.

“You might as well stand down, Vegeta, we mean you no harm,” a voice sounded, which bore an accent that resembled the Earth tongue, Australian.

How did whoever know his name? Vegeta’s mind went into overdrive as he searched his memory for anyone who spoke with such an accent and his breath caught in his throat. “NO, it-it can’t be! I-I killed you on Namek! I saw you drown! How did you return to this plane?” Vegeta was on the verge of collapse as his mind was having a hard time fathoming the impossible.

Just then the being stepped from the craft and Vegeta gasped in surprise, the other Saiyans then moved to float in front of him. The being was tall-he was much taller than the prince-with blue skin and green hair which was braided and drawn into a ponytail that hung to the middle of his back. The being was physically very beautiful and very desirable-yeah, for a sick female with no taste-and a body to rival that of any of the Saiyan males present. Behind the taller being followed a being the same height as the elder Prince Vegeta, but which had orange skin and long white hair that also hung to the his backside, much like Vegeta’s did. Again, he was physically attractive and had a body to match. Following the two male beings were two smaller framed beings that had to be the females of the race. Goku, Gohan and Vegeta all looked at one another, wordlessly, each one trying not to put fiction to fact. Vegeta slightly recovered himself first.

“Now, who brought the likes of you two back to this plane?” he asked trying to mask the nervousness and disbelief in his voice.

“We did. Our sons were needed. Namek’s not the only planet with dragon balls capable of granting more than one wish,” the orange skinned female being replied. “I am Queen Jusinya, the mother of Prince Jeice from the planet Rockaria,” the orange skinned female bowed to the Saiyans.

“And I am Queen Zatanna, mother of Prince Zarbon from the Planet Tsuria. We have reason to believe that some of our race may have sought refuge on this tiny insignificant blue marble and we came to find them,” Queen Zatanna, the blue skinned female, replied after she straightened from her curtsey.

“Don’t let us stop you. Go right ahead,” Vegeta flicked his wrist in a ‘be gone’ type of manner.

“Actually, we’d love to Vegeta, but a trip 90 trillion miles across the cosmos tends to make one weary when one hasn’t done so in so long,” Zarbon the tall blue skinned being sighed, his arms at his side in surrender.

“How many of you are there?” Vegeta asked as he motioned for his soldiers to land but to be ready for anything.

“Two hundred came with us. That’s all that were taking refuge on a planet called Minerva for the last fifteen years. Is there somewhere we can go to get out of this blazing sun? I’m beginning to melt,’ Zarbon complained.

“No one told you to land in the middle of a desert. My desert! C’mon, we’ll rustle something up for you, but I’m afraid you’ll have to eat like Saiya’s children, we don’t have whatever it is your races indulge in,” Vegeta remarked in his usual snotty fashion.

“Our appetite is nearly the same as your own, Prince Vegeta no Ouji, Vegetasei,” it was Queen Jusinya, Jeice’s mother, who flipped that come back.

“Whatever. Look let’s lay the ground rules here and now, this is my land. I’m allowing you to be here as my guest. I don’t tolerate smart-ass comments on my land or in my presence! Another remark like that and I’ll send you to whatever whole you crawled out of the hard way. Get your group and follow us,” Vegeta nodded and watched as both Zarbon and Jeice called into the ship then out ran hundreds of beings that resembled the two princes. Once both races were assembled, the Saiyans led the group back to their camp. Vegeta had just happened to have an empty capsule, which he threw at the spacecraft so it would not attract unwanted attention.

“People, listen up, we are bringing visitors. Make them welcome,” Vegeta ordered over the scouter.

“I see you still wear the scouter, hey m…Vegeta?” Zarbon, who flew on the left side of Vegeta, remarked.

“It serves it purposes. We only need it as a communicator. As a power gauge, the thing’s worthless. We can sense power readings more accurately than this old obsolete piece of trash,” Vegeta quipped. “As you well know, we can suppress the majority of our power until it’s actually needed. Something you two might consider learning while you’re here. Oh, I took the liberty of encapsulating your spacecraft. Here,” Vegeta held out the capsule in which he had stored Zarbon’s craft. That alien took it and put it in a pocket.

“Impossible, you can’t sense power!” Jeice exclaimed.

“When you and Burter fought Kakarrot there, it seemed as if he never moved, correct? And when he trashed the two of you, he wasn’t even using half his power,” the prince nodded to his commander.

“Are you saying then that that bloke on your right was hiding some of his power?” Jeice asked in shocked tones.

“Surprising, isn’t it. When I fought the both of you, I was hiding the balk of my power. I learned that from fighting the warriors on this planet. Be surprised what a scouter can’t pick up,” Vegeta smirked then told the group they had arrived and took them in for a landing.

The Saiyans had gathered to meet the guests the no Ouji was bringing with him. To say they were surprised would have been a gross understatement. They were flabbergasted!

“My prince, I thought-” Celerion started a remark but thought better of it when he caught the look of cold onyx in Vegeta’s eyes.

“Make yourselves comfortable. As you can see, there’s plenty to feast upon,” Vegeta indicated, with a sweeping gesture of his arms then he went in search of his mate. He found her sparring with Kayla, Videl, 18, Cornelia and Cilantra. He wouldn’t disturb them, so he turned and found a “quiet” spot under a tree. Here he sat to contemplate what Zarbon and Jeice were doing in this physical plane and why, coincidentally, did they land on his property.

“Mind if we join you?” it was Zarbon’s deeper voice which had spoken.

“Pull up some grass, I don’t care,” was Vegeta’s veiled reply.

“You don’t trust us, do you? Vegeta, we’re not the enemy anymore. We never were. It was him that made us that way. I apologize for every thing we ever put you through. He got his kicks watching us torture you in whatever manner his sick twisted mind dreamt up. It was Frieza who forced us to do it, ya gotta believe me. I wanted to be friends with you because I knew what that gay ass punk had done to my people not too long before he had destroyed yours,” Zarbon had broken down and cried as if he had just found his own heart.

“How did these who came with you survive the destruction?” Vegeta found himself asking.

“Our mothers told us that the kings had began to get ‘bad vibes’ about Frieza not long after that freak had taken us away from our homes. They said the kings had assembled many from every station in society, packed off most of the royal treasury then sent as many as they could to other planets, telling them never to return to the home planet ever again,” Jeice provided. He was in better control of himself than Zarbon was at the moment.

Vegeta sat trying to hold his own self together as well as trying to fathom out what his two sworn enemies had just shared. It had been the exact same way the Saiyans whom he now referred to as his children had survived. He looked from Zarbon to Jeice, swallowed a lump that was choking his very breath off and said, “Both of you before I finished you off on Namek had asked if we couldn’t form an alliance. After hearing what that monster had done to the two of you, I realize we were all in the same boat. He used us shamelessly. If the offer still stands, I’d like to form that alliance, now,” Vegeta said in a low tone of voice.

Jeice and Zarbon both got up on their knees then bowed to Vegeta. “It would be our honor to be your ally, Vegeta no Ouji, Vegetasei,” they chorused.

“Besides, part of the terms for our return was never to harm you,” Zarbon, who had recovered from his upset, smirked. At that moment, a trio of mouthwatering visions approached the princes as did Princes Kale and Vegeta, who had Cornelia alongside. “Zyra, my love, come and sit!” Zarbon got up and took the hand of the blue skinned beauty.

“Jordinara, what ho, woman, lookin rad as ever!” Jeice nearly tripped on the patch of grass he had been kneeling on as he got up to greet the orange skinned lovely.

Vegeta nodded wordlessly to his mate who then sat between his legs. “Gohan tells me that you had fought and killed both of these warriors on the planet Namek many years ago, but when we were on Minerva, I could have sworn I had seen these very two!” Lissa exclaimed as the other three Saiyans sat beside the elder prince.

“They had been on Minerva, my chosen. Their mothers used the dragon balls on whatever planet they had colonized, to bring these two back to the physical plane,” Vegeta replied as he let his fingers play in his mate’s long black hair.

“Look at us, three princes with three of the most gorgeous dishes the universe has ever seen!” Jeice exclaimed as he played with his mate’s hair also.

“So, Vegeta, where did all these Saiyans come from?” Zarbon asked.

“From this planet. My son and I had run into a couple of them and the one I met turned out to be my first bodyguard before Nappa. He told me the same thing Jeice just did about surviving, then he told me that where he and his grandson lived, there were sixty Saiya-jin survivors. After I hunted down all the local members of my race, I assemble the men and we searched the globe and found what you see before you. My brother Kale and his twin sister, Kayla, and my lady mate, here, all came down from a distant planet in the Stayan Galaxy” Vegeta’s reply was as dry as the desert on which he lived.

The other two princes looked at young Vegeta and Jeice leaned over to Vegeta. “I hate to be rude, but--,”

“The hair is his mother’s contribution as are the eyes. She had blue hair and blue eyes,” the Saiyan prince replied as he knew what Jeice was gonna ask.

“Oh, look, love, all, the children are already hitting it off. I hope Trigon can keep his power in check, that boy’s still got a temper like his granddad,” Zyra smiled as she watched the kids spar with one another.

The others looked over at the ever growing group of little ones, which had just increased by thirty-fifteen each from Zarbon and Jeice’s people-and found two of the youngsters going at it tooth and nail.

“Kaaa Meee Haaa Meee

The minute that was heard, Vegeta jumped to his feet and teleported to the sparing match. He nearly collided with Kakarrot and Gohan.

“Pan, no!” the three chorused.

“These people are our guest, young child! We don’t use our strongest attacks on anyone outside of battle!” Vegeta reprimanded. “Nor do we blast anyone during meal or meditation times, you know that, Pan. Don’t disappoint your prince, young lady. Need I remind you are the captain of my chibi division.”

Pan hung her head and whimpered. Gohan took her in his arms. “It’s okay, baby, but it’s not good to want to blast everyone around you. The Kamemeha is really strong,” he soothed and stroked his daughter’s tail to calm her down.

“B-b-but he called us monkey tailed abominations. I was only defending our honor,” she cried and her dad wiped her eyes.

Vegeta locked eyes with Zarbon. Only he had ever had the temerity to use such terms-which came from Frieza to begin with. Zarbon recoiled from a gaze that was so sharp; it could have sliced an Ice-jin down to size. Quickly, Zarbon was in front of Vegeta bowing in abject humility.

“My humble apologies, Vegeta, I didn’t know the boy had heard that when I was telling his mum and grand about how Frieza had turned us against one another. Don’t send me back to the next dimension, please! That place is a living nightmare,” again the blue skinned alien was in tears of sorrow.

Vegeta flipped over Zarbon and grabbed his ponytail. That being himself howled in pain. “If we are going to make this alliance work, under no circumstances are we to insult one another’s race, understood?” the Saiyan prince snarled and released Zarbon, who fell headlong into the grass.

What had happened to the Vegeta of Planet Namek? The Vegeta who had been a slave to the evil Ice-jin the same as Zarbon himself had been? The Tsurian prince had expected to be blasted into the next dimension but the blast never came. Slowly, Zarbon got off the ground and stumbled over to the smaller blue alien who looked exactly like the prince. Zarbon picked the child up by his collar and backhanded him across the encampment.

“Dad, why?” the boy whined as he dusted himself off.

“Because we need his assistance! This race…This entire race would think nothing of wiping what’s left of our people out of existence! I want to live, child, I don’t know about you. You are not of the age to repeat the abominations that drop from your Outusan’s mouth. Now, apologize to our host and his people,” Zarbon had gone to retrieve the boy from where he had landed, took him back and stood him in front of Vegeta.

“He’s lucky it was my captain’s brat and not my own. If it had been the little princess, he’d be in the regeneration tank. Apology accepted, just don’t let it happen again,” Vegeta’s tone was slightly pissed, then the host prince turned and left the fracas with a warning to the little ones to play nicely.


After their bike ride had been cut short, Bulma suggested a fly over the entire area and her friends agreed. ‘Maybe I’ll catch a glimpse of where that ape face is hiding, contact some friends of mine and blow him and his children to smithereens,’ Bulma thought vilely, threw out a capsule that turned released an aircraft. The campers boarded, Bulma took the controls and the flight commenced.

They had been feasting and gaining one another’s trust when all activity suddenly ceased. Everyone thought they had heard it but it wasn’t until the scanners were checked that Little Vegeta caught sight of something that froze everyone’s blood.

“The Earthjin! I don’t believe her! Everyone, listen and listen good. We’ve got one shot to pull this off. I don’t care what hasn’t been eaten, blast it to the next dimension. Next, haul ass into the palace!” Vegeta ordered and it was performed immediately, then with blinding speed, every resident alien flew into the palace. Once all were inside, Vegeta entered a code, which locked the doors.

“Hey, man, what’s up? Why did you order us to blast the food?” Kakarrot asked as he munched on a pterodactyl leg.

“You saw that plane in your scouter, didn’t you? No? We’ll it’s damn good that we did, then. That woman and her friends are heading our way! The codes I entered were for a cloaking device Emanu, a few of the scientists and myself installed to hide us from prying eyes. And there’s nothing worse than a prying Earthjin!” Vegeta snarled as the occupants heard the plane fly over.


In the aircraft, the travelers looked out with wonder. The wilderness was a vast contrast of desert on one side and forest on the other, however, a stranger sight met with the eyes of the campers and the pilot zoomed in for a closer look when the sound of metal scraping metal was heard.

“What was that? There’s nothing metallic out here to cause that kind of noise,” Bulma mused as she began a descent to land.


The palace occupants cringed when the horrid sound found its way into their sensitive ear canals. Children jumped into the arms of their mothers, the men waited orders from Prince Vegeta who had taken residence behind a computer view screen.

“Shit! Hell and damnation! Every one, teleport out into the forest! Trageta, my son, go encapsulate the gravitron! No time to explain! We’ll be visible in sixty seconds!” the Saiyan prince ordered and the occupants of the palace did as requested. Vegeta had teleported to the West Side of the palace. The second the palace was visible, he depressed a button and instantly, the palace became a capsule. He picked up the capsule just as young Vegeta joined him with the other capsule, then they teleported to the forest and joined the others. “Damn, first she throws me out of her life, then she tries to kill me and my children! Next, she tries to burn down our hunting ground and now she’s succeeded in killing the cloaking device that hides us from the curious! God, I need to put as much distance between us and that hussy ASAP!” Vegeta fumed holding his violent temper in check.

“So, are you gonna let us know what happened or are we to guess?” Jeice asked as he held his mate and children.

“Missy’s plane skimmed the top of the palace and KOed the cloaking device. We would have been visible and I’m trying to protect us until all three races have found its survivors and we all relocated to our new home planets,” Vegeta sighed feeling at a loss as to what to do next. He was shouldering a heavy load and it was beginning to wear him down and Bulma being in the vicinity was not helping.

“So, now what, Prince high and mighty Saiya-jin? If we don’t get inside soon, we’re gonna drown!” Chi-Chi remarked in her waspish fashion as she noticed the sky was darkening

“Hey, lay off his highness, will ya, woman? With you yellin’ on this end and Bulma being on his property on the other-“

“Kakarrot…Let’s just go find another place in which to inhabit,” Vegeta sighed.

“Hey, I just remembered, there’s a place we can both live and be away from prying eyes! Yeah! It’s the place where I play hide and come find me with the kids and it’s only five miles from here!” Kakarrot jumped around like a child.

Vegeta hid his head in his hands and wished for a place to dissolve into. “Lead on, Kakarrot,” the Saiyan prince sighed in defeat.

“Ok, there’s a cave in the mountain region. That’s where the little ones and I play. C’mon!” the commander smiled and Vegeta told the others to do as the commander instructed.

The minute the group materialized inside the cave, a huge rumble of thunder echoed over the canyon. The group headed to the back of the cave where Vegeta could not stop the gasp of surprise that left his lungs. There in front of the tribes’ eyes was a perfect hole.

“Yes!” the Saiyan prince threw the capsule that contained the palace and the cave seemed to mold itself around that structure. “Vegeta, toss out the gravitron where you’re standing,” the elder Vegeta requested and his son complied. “Zarbon, unless you’re adverse to manual labor, I need you and Jeice and a couple of soldiers to gather firewood. Kakarrot, take the kids and round up some food. Gohan, you, Vegeta, Goten and Chokarti open a hole in the roof, cover it so that light can filter in for the solar panels. Ladies, inside, I need you to straighten things up. I will be assisting,” Vegeta nodded.

“Okay, genius, what do we do for electricity?” Chichi asked in a heated tone.

I have a nuclear back up until the boys prepare the solar panel to let the light in, and no, we won’t drown if the boys don’t open too big a hole. C’mon, I gotta check to see if everything’s functioning,” Vegeta replied and went into the palace.


“I know we hit something!” Bulma mused. “Hey, lover boy, get out and see if the plane’s okay?” she ordered Yamcha, who sighed in defeat and meekly went to go do her majesty’s bidding.

Yamcha opened the door and was slammed in the face by the violence of the torrent that whipped outside. Shutting the door, he returned to the safety of the cargo hold.

“Well?” Bulma screeched in her fishwife fashion.

“Bulma, it’s pouring out there! You can’t expect me to carry out that request, I’ll drown!” Yamcha complained.

Bulma looked out and gasped. She had no idea the weather had become so foul. She told her passengers to buckle down then she started the engines. When she went to lift off, however, the plane wouldn’t budge. Bulma tried again but got no response. Her heart rate began to increase when she realized she’d have to radio for help. ‘Please, God, let the radio still work?’ she prayed.

“Hey, Bulma, did you pack up the camping gear?” Cindy asked as she held on to her boyfriend.

Bulma’s blue eyes widened in wonder. She reached into her pocket for her capsule holder, opened in to look for the camp capsule but it was not in the container. How could she have forgotten such an important item?


In the palace, things had finally settled down. Gohan and Celerion were seated in the communications room, the three princes and their sons were in the gravitron training at 200x gravity and the women were tending to the younger children and tidying the guestrooms.

“May day, May day. This is Capsule Plane 15! If anyone can hear me, our plane is grounded and it’s raining torrents out here! Help us!” a voice screeched over the radio.

“That’s Bulma’s voice, what…Oh, that’s right, she skimmed the palace. I’m glad we kept the schemes for the cloaking device so that we can rebuild it. Let’s have a look see,” Gohan said to himself and gasped in shock at the sight that met his eyes. “Vegeta, I hate to interrupt the training session, but get in here now! The valley’s flooding and that woman and her friends are trapped,” Gohan spoke into a com-link, which tied the palace to the gravitron.

In the gravitron, Vegeta had been in the middle of a jump kick to Jeice’s head when the call sounded and he slammed into the floor.

“That woman’s gonna be the death of me, yet! Sorry, your highnesses, but I must play the gallant rescuer again,” Vegeta said in atone that dripped with sarcasm as he reset the gravity to its normal setting.

“We’ll help you. There are six of them, right? Let’s go get ‘em,” Jeice sighed.

The three princes and sons exited the chamber, told their people they had to lend assistance to some stranded campers then they teleported to the former location of the palace where the plane was located and inside the cockpit.

“Where did you come from? Get outta my plane!” Bulma screamed when she saw Vegeta in front of her then she screamed when her eyes caught sight of Zarbon. “You’re dead! Vegeta killed you on Namek, I saw it!” she began to tremble and backed into Yamcha’s arms. “How did you get here and back to this plane?”

“We don’t have time to explain! C’mon, everyone, hold hands! With the way that river’s rising out there, we’ll just make it back to dry land!” Vegeta remarked and everyone did as he requested.

The group disappeared then suddenly reappeared at a distance of 200 meters from the palace.

“What’s this?’ Bulma asked in a tart fashion.

“Shelter. You can pitch your yourselves here out in the open or in that mini cave behind you. Makes no difference to me,” Vegeta retorted in a disinterested tone.

“Oh, don’t lose any sleep over my well being, your high and mightiness. I’ll do just fine!” Bulma shot back and turned her back to Vegeta and his company.

“C’mon, boys, we’ve got people and mates to attend to, let’s go,” Vegeta said, his tone snobbish as always and he turned to go.

“Oh, so, you’re just gonna leave us out here? Where do we sleep, genius?” asked Bulma waspishly.

Too tired to argue the Saiyan prince relented and just asked, “You have your camping gear, right?” he asked and nearly fainted when he saw Bulma slowly shake her head in the negative. ‘Oh, great, just great,’ Vegeta sighed to himself then he turned weary obsidian eyes to the ocean blue eyes of his son.

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Chapter 11

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