"The Other Side Of Vegeta"

Written By: Elanya

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 XI

UNWANTED GUESTS

Vegeta heaved a heavy sigh and said to his heir apparent, “D’you remember where I put the caps that contained the camping equipment that we used the one time you, Kakarrot and his boys dragged me along for some male bonding experience the women thought that I needed? Get them and bring them to her majesty, please. I will not have these pathetically weak beings harboring with us. I get enough headache from Chichi,” the elder prince complained in his native tongue, his tone as weary as his gaze had been.

After Trageta departed to go carry out his Outusan’s request, the elder prince found a rock upon which to sit and contemplate this latest lot in his life. He was the prince of a mighty race, which was just re-discovering their emotions. He had just agreed to be allies with two beings who twenty years ago had tried their best to destroy him on the commands of their common enemy, and now, he his ex-mate and her simple witted friends had to co-habit the only other safe-haven in the wilderness. Zarbon and Jeice ventured over to where Vegeta sat and looked at the humans.

“I hate to be rude, Vegeta, but which of those blue haired creatures did you produce your offspring with?” Zarbon asked, not ashamed to dive into another being’s history.

“The loudmouthed idiot who was flying that monstrosity. We’re gonna have to haul ass off this planet and a lot sooner than expected. If the Icejin have as sophisticated navigation and alien sensing devices as Frieza had, that race will invade our little blue marble in a heartbeat,” the Saiyan prince sighed, feeling smaller than he actually was in stature.

“Vegeta, you don’t have to fight them alone. We’ve got our own score to settle with that ungodly race of cold-hearted aliens. We’re allies, now, Saiyan, and allies to the death,” Jeice smirked and held out a gloved hand-he wore the same white gloves and boots as Vegeta.

Vegeta regarded the outstretched hand then took hold of it with his own-gloved hand and the two aliens shook hands. ‘Well, I asked for help. Aside from more Saiyans, I couldn’t ask for better allies,” he smirked.

“Daddy! Daddy, you down here?” a little voice called.

“Elder one, can you here us?” it was his brother’s voice that called him in their tongue.

At that instant eight female beings and one male being emerged from the near complete darkness of the main cave. There were three adult females and seven little girls. The little girls flew ahead of the adults who were with them and they all screamed, “DADDY!” and flew straight into the arms of the three princes.

“What are you doing out here, shouldn’t you be in class?” Vegeta asked the lavender haired little beauty, which was beginning to resemble his ex less and less.

“Geta showed up and Cornelia dismissed us early. I swear if he wasn’t my brother, I’d give him a lesson he won’t soon forget,” Cilvanti huffed as she sat on Vegeta’s lap.

That prince smirked then he noticed Kakarrot and Kayla were also with the ladies, as was Vegeta’s brother Kale. “Here, Vegeta, your son handed me these and asked me to give them to you,” the mighty warrior spoke and Vegeta took the capsules.

“Here, woman, set up your camp,” the Saiyan prince got off his perch and went to drop the capsules into Bulma’s opened hand.

“Hey, Goku, why didn’t you say anything earlier when we saw you in the lake with that…Goku, that being has a tail!” Yamcha gasped his eyes riveted to Kayla’s midsection.

“Eyes off my sister, weakling, or she’ll put a whole right through you that Shenron won’t be able to repair,” Vegeta hissed through clenched teeth.

“Your sister? You have a sister? You never said anything about a sister!” Bulma gasped as she took in Kayla’s dark beauty much like her brother’s dark good looks.

“She has a twin brother, also,” the prince replied in a bored tone, and indicated his brother, who stood beside Goku.

“When we were out on the bikes, I saw a young man with a tail and I thought it was cute. Where did he get it from and why does he and that girl have tails?” Maron asked in her dizzy fashion.

“Well, huh, huh, yeah, everyone in our race has a tail. It’s a trait that we all share. I’ve got mine back and so did Vegeta and all the kids,” Goku volunteered the information that made Vegeta cringe.

“You’re just a wellspring of information, aren’t you, Kakarrot. Why doncha just tell ‘em every blessed secret I’ve trusted you with!” Vegeta snarled, his tone belying how upset his Commander had just made him.

Kakarrot snickered in his dorky fashion that grated on Vegeta’s nerves, “Huh, huh, gee, Vegeta, I don’t think you want me to do that. I’m sorry, I run off at the mouth, but they are my friends even if I don’t hang with them anymore,” Kakarrot shrugged.

“Fine, whatever. You can stay and ‘hang’ with these pathetic losers, if you wish, Commander. Don’t give out too much information. I’m gonna take Zarbon, Jeice, their mothers, wives and the elite class to dinner. My ladies!” Vegeta called to his women, spun on his heel and headed off to the palace.

“Hey, Vegeta, you promised the day your sibs and their guard arrived that we’d go to Kimshi Buffet, that all you can eat place? Can we go tonight?” Kakarrot asked as he followed the prince and his ladies back to the palace.

“I suppose. Besides, the others are gonna need to blend in while they’re here,” Vegeta remarked before the group left the human visitors.

“Hey, where are you planning to run off to?” Bulma shrieked.

“Dinner, and if you’re a good girl, I might take you all with us. I suggest you set up camp, get in and get ready. I know how long it takes you glamour girl Earth-jin. You have four hours to prepare. Anyone not ready by the nineteenth hour will have to find their own food,” Vegeta nodded in a curt manner. “We’ll meet out here. Dress is casual but neat. Nothing too fancy or frilly,” he continued as he took his daughter from his mate’s arms.

“Vegeta, may I speak to you in private, please? It concerns our daughter,” Bulma stated and Vegeta told the others he’d meet them at the palace and returned Cilvi to Lissa’s hold and the girls, the other two alien princes left the area to get themselves ready.

“What is it you wish of me? My time is very valuable and I don’t have it to waste with the likes of you,” the prince did not waste his voice with sentiment he did not feel, threw his head back and struck his all too familiar haughty stance. He didn’t know why he couldn’t ask her forgiveness. She still rubbed his nature the wrong way.

“I saw Bura and a group of women with 18 and Videl at the mall the day that child blasted me. She was holding onto another woman and called the being ‘mommy.’ She called me a whore, Vegeta, and that hurt worst than the blast,” Bulma’s face began to crumple at the memory.

“And your point is? You were just housing material for the kids. You don’t think I, the Prince of All Saiyans, would actually love the likes of you, did you? Oh, but I forgot how delusional you pathetic humans are. My child had every right to do what she did after you attempted to assassinate the three of us without cause,” Vegeta’s voice was as hard and cold as the cave in which they stood.

“I was only trying to protect the world from blowing up!” Bulma challenged.

“Whose world, woman, the planet or your own? You acted out of vengeance against me. Here I am, but be warned should any harm come to me…Heh, heh, let’s just say, I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes. Time’s up, I gotta go. If I’m to suffer through a night on the town with the likes of you beings, I need time to get my nerves and mind together.” With that, Vegeta flew down to passage to his palace and straight into his chamber where he locked himself in, stripped then went to shower and to meditate.

“AAAHHH! This is a nightmare! All our clothes were in the other gear in the valley! Oh, why me?” Bulma wailed as she discovered they had left their clothing at the other campsite.

This was not happening! All she had planned was a simple two-week getaway with her friends and now look at them! Stranded in a dark cave, her plane and camping gear drowning in a lake in a raging monsoon! Plus, she was in close proximity to her ex-mate, which made her very uncomfortable and jealous. Uncomfortable because she felt old stirrings in her body when he had stood in front of her just a little bit ago. Jealous because she did not miss the way his eyes had lit up when that group Goku had arrived with entered into his line of vision. One of the females, she noted, purposely moved to stand beside Vegeta and their eyes had met briefly. Grr, she wanted to rip that black haired monkey girl’s face off! Dinner, yes, that would be the perfect time to find out about that being and where had she come from? There were no other Saiyans on Earth other than Goku, his royal arrogance and their offspring, but then…Suddenly Bulma thought about a girl who worked at CC in Jeff’s former office. Oh, good God, no, it couldn’t be true! But it had to be! Bulma had caught a glimpse of that little girl in the ladies’ room on day and had seen an uncurled tail! She had to contact Trunks to satisfy her curiosity.


A shrill ringing pierced the silence of Trageta’s chamber and he answered it by the third ring. “Trageta, speak,” he said in a monotone like his dad’s.

“Trunks, don’t hang up! I need you to confirm a suspicion. There was a girl who worked in the VP’s office at CC. Do you remember what she looked like?” Bulma asked in a rush.

“Why do you want to know and why should I tell you? You are no longer my mother and have no reason to solicit any information from me. From now on, I would appreciate it if you never call my number again,” and Trageta terminated the call with a flip of his phone. “Witch!” he rolled over onto his back and put his arm around his mate.

“Mrs. Briefs? I could hear her voice. She wanted to know about me, didn’t she?” Cornelia asked and young Vegeta nodded.

“Yes, chosen one, she did. She’ll be scrutinizing us up and down very closely tonight. We must wear something to hide our tails. She has friends in the Earth militia, not that they can really do us any harm, I just don’t want to see you hurt, my one,” the younger prince smiled at his mate. He ran his fingers through her long brown hair and he drowned in her chocolate brown eyes. Raising up on one arm, he moved closer to her, leaned her closer to himself and their lips met in a kiss to begin their own mating.

The elder prince had cooled down and regained some of his nerves.

“Vegeta? Gohan, hey, we’ve got a break in the weather but I don’t know how long it’ll last, so if we’re going out, we should do it within the next few hours,” Gohan informed Vegeta over the scouter.

“Thanks, Captain. There’s a little matter I need to attend to before we go out. Tell anyone who may ask, not that they will, that I’ve gone to look over the valley,” Vegeta replied as his servant assisted him in his dressing.

After the prince was attired in a deep purple set of spandex, he donned rain gear and teleported from the palace to the place where the palace had stood before the monsoon and the invasion of the Earthjin. Vegeta dove into the dark water, which was freezing, as the temperature in the desert had dropped dramatically. Shooting back to the surface like a cork in a bottle, Vegeta took in a large breath of air, then went to search for what he had set out to find. There it was, submerged under five feet of water and a foot of mud. It was Bulma’s plane and the prince swam around until he located a button, which he pressed and the plane instantly became a capsule that floated in front of his face. After retrieving the capsule, Vegeta surfaced and flew into another direction where he remembered the first campsite had been. The next thing he intended to retrieve was the camping gear and he smirked when he saw the capsule house, which he replaced in its capsule, then he returned to the cave where the woman and her friends had set up their other camp.

“Woman!” he called and Bulma looked out.

“What d’you want? I’m not ready and we still have an hour!” she shouted back.

“I’ve retrieved a few things for you. Send that weakling boyfriend of yours out to get them,” the prince stated in his abrupt manner.

The door to the capsule house opened and Yamcha, who was dressed in blue jeans and a black Hawaiian print shirt with lime and pink flowers, stepped out to see what the no Ouji desired.

“What is it, Vegeta? Bulma’s still pissed from that dressing down you gave her a while ago. Who died and left you in charge?” he shot in hot tones.

Why argue? This baka wasn’t even worth his time to talk to. “Oh, so I’m the heavy, am I? I didn’t invite you to my land but you’re here and we all have to share this cave until the water recedes and you all leave. I offered to take you all with my friends and I to dinner, but if you’re gonna treat me like I came to blow up your planet, you can starve for all I care. Here catch, these might come in handy,” Vegeta threw the capsules at Yamcha, who caught them.

“Hey!” Yamcha went to ask the prince something but that being was nowhere to be seen so the warrior returned to the house.

“What did that monkey tailed abomination want?” Bulma shot in angered tones.

“He retrieved these. I didn’t ask why he was dripping wet even though he had rain gear on, Yamcha snickered as he remembered how wild Vegeta’s hair had been and what a site the small prince presented.

Bulma took what Yamcha held in his hands and she was surprised to see both the plane and her camping gear. He’d gone out in that storm to get these things for her? So what, he was still the bane of her existence. She went outside the second capsule house, threw the first one so that it could dry out and checked to see if any of their clothing was fit to wear for a night out with the arrogant Saiyan.

Vegeta returned to his chamber, stripped his rain gear and sat for his servant to dry his unruly hair. Why had he felt the need to retrieve those things for her? She wasn’t gonna thank him, not that he expected such a thing out of her and it was only recently that he had began thanking people for things they had done for him.

“Daddy! Daddy, where are you?” a small dove like voice called.

Vegeta lifted a remote control that unlocked his chamber door. “My princess, how can I help you?” he asked as his baby entered.

“Where did you go without telling Lissa or I?” the little princess asked, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her cute little face in exact imitation of one of his own.

Vegeta met her gaze eye for eye. “I am the no Ouji here, young lady, and I will do as I please. Besides, you could have tracked me on the scouter and known exactly where I was and what I was doing,” he replied.

“Yeah, why are you helping that disgusting human bitch?” Cilvi asked in a tart voice.

“I have better eyesight than they do and can see underwater. Besides, I will not be responsible for their well being. I thought they may need the things in the first capsule house if daddy’s gonna take them with the elite class to dinner. Now, let dad get ready. I’m leaving you to assist Broculla with the little ones. Make me proud, okay, little warrior?” the no Ouji instructed, opened a drawer to the desk at which he sat, took something out and gave it to Cilvanti.

“Wow! Fifty yen! Thank you, daddy! I’ll do as you command, my prince!” the child bowed then ran from his chamber just as Princess Kayla entered.

“Bribing a child, shame on you, your highness. I hope you’re not wearing spandex to dinner?” she remarked as her brother got up to go to his closet. “Good gracious, what a handsome wardrobe you own! You have great taste,” she smiled as she moved to stand beside him as he chose a Hawaiian shirt printed with his image and a pair of black boot cut jeans then he went behind a curtain to change his clothes.


“Yea, he was helping that Earth witch! I don’t know why she had to come and mess things up. My daddy was doing okay before she came,” Cilvi said as she sat in Lissa’s room.

“I don’t like that Earthjin. She seems to still have some kind of hold on my prince and it must be broken. I must ask how deeply he had mated with her. If he has given her his mark, I-I cannot be his lifemate, little one,” Lissa bit her lip which had started to tremble with emotion.

“No! Lissa why?” the baby asked not being able to hold herself together.

“Once a Saiyan male has given his bite to female he has chosen to mate with, they are bonded forever and only death can sever that tie. I am afraid that I have lost him. That’s probably why we have not mated, yet. He is still tied to the one who birthed your brother and yourself. I cannot have him unless she and I fight or he bonds with me on a deeper plane than he’s done with her,” Lissa explained to the young princess.

In his chamber Vegeta had heard every word over the scouter. His body shook uncontrollably. His mateship with that Earthjin couldn’t have been a deep one, not like the one two Saiyans would have with one another. He and Lissa were bonded, mentally. He wanted her or so he told himself. Plus, it was expected of him, as both her sire and uncle remembered that he had chosen her as his lifemate when they were chimps on the old home planet. He was waiting on her clues. He had no idea that she was waiting on his. He didn’t care for the Earthjin, not after all the things she had done to him and again just this evening. That mateship died when she had ordered that he take Vegeta to that accursed carnival when the boy was five but he hung around because he thad convinced himself that felt something for her, however, intermittently. Then Cilvanti entered his life and he knew he had to hang around to raise the princess, but after the child was the equivalent of one Earth year, she had thrown him out. He had completely severed their bond that night and felt no such tug on his soul or his mind. However, he had left her the day he had obtained the destruction position with Emanu, that Saiyan's sons and gorgeous niece. He had completely severed their bond that night and felt no such tug on his soul or his mind. He had to assure Lissa that she was his one and only as his true heart had been sent away from him not long after he had returned to planet after a near-fatal blast accident and Kakarrot's friends made it having that luscious male Saiyan to himself an impossibility. A gift, that was it, but it had to be very special. Well, wouldn’t the gift of himself be enough? No, that was a selfish gift. It had to be something to let the universe know that she was his chosen one and all other contenders for his heart would take second place-except his Lord and Master, the God of all creation, and his offspring. The necklace collar? Yes, the one his Outusan’s mother had given him to give to his lifemate and the one that he had taken a strip from to fashion the first gift to that worthless woman who had born his children.

'Raina, wherever you are, forgive me for the duty I must perform. She is first- class after all and here. You, my one, are not. Should you ever return to my life, fight this one and win, for I know your power and strength far surpasses Parlissa's any day. Remember that I will always love you. Kakarrot, you are my warrior and we have something immensely special but we cannot allow it show in front of our females or your friends, you've got to understand. I must provide Saiya with an heir born of female. Forgive me, both of you,' Vegeta requested in his head knowing one may have heard him while the other... Shaking the thought from his head, he continued with his decision.

He dismissed his servant, moved to a long dresser where he opened a drawer in which he kept special treasures-mainly things the kids had created in school and gifts they had given him over the years. His eyes caught sight of a picture that brought back disturbing memories. He shook his head as he picked up the image, which his little princess had rendered two Earth years ago when the child was three. The image depicted Cilvanti as a grown woman, very well endowed and curvaceous. With her was the prince himself. That child had far too much imagination! No wonder she had gotten thrown out of school for this picture, although it was very well constructed, it was far too graphic in its theme for a year and a half old Saiyan child. (A/N: Saiyan years equaled two full earth years). Cilvi had drawn the two of them in the act of mating. Was she obsessed with her own Outusan? He had heard that a little girl’s first crush and her first boyfriend was her daddy, now he believed it where his daughter was concerned.

“It was a good thing I was there that day instead of that woman. Cilvi, if she had of seen this picture, she’d have found a way to email us into a new dimension,” Vegeta Outusan shook his head.

Just then, “Hi, daddy! I’m back!” a small voice called and Vegeta had to stop himself from leaving his skin behind! “You found my picture! How come you never hung it up? Didn’t you like it? I drew it for you,” Cilvi pouted.

“It’s a very good drawing, chimp, but I couldn’t hang it at CC. I will get a frame for it and put it in the gallery with the family portrait, how’s that?” Outusan asked and was rewarded with a big hug from daddy’s girl.

“So, whatcha lookin’ for?” she asked as she dove into the drawer, an action that made the prince bristle with unease.

Vegeta reached in and pulled out two gold wrapped boxes and carefully undid the wrapping. “Lock the door for me, please,” he requested and removed the boxes from the gold paper, opened them and took hold of a very delicate looking chain.

“Daddy, they’re beautiful! Where’d they come from?”

“The big piece from daddy’s home planet. My Outusan’s mother gave it to me to give to my lifemate. The little chain is a piece I had taken from it to give to that woman on one of her birthday celebrations she accused me of missing. I rescued it from the trash,” the memory still stung like an open wound to his heart. He flung away a stray tear, took both pieces of jewelry, opened the clasp on the larger one, broke it off of the smaller chain then charged up his ki to fuse the two pieces back into one whole. After that had been accomplished, he put the larger piece back in the box.

“She’s gonna love it, daddy. Can I watch you give it to her?”

Vegeta cleared his throat. “Everyone will see me give it to her and make her my mate for life. Cilvi, Lissa is my life and she always has been. It was only loneliness and desperation that made me turn to another. Well, enough of this drivel, Vegeta. C’mon, chimp, let’s go,” Outusan got up off his futon bed, Cilvi took his hand and they left his chamber. 'God, I don't want to do this but I have little choice. The heir must come from a female. I just wish... Stop this, Vegeta, Raina's not here and Lissa is,' the prince sighed to himself as he moved to bind himself to the one female who had feared him when they were chimps on Vegetasei and was even now putting forth the effort to hide her revulsion and fear

At the same time, Lissa and Kayla exited her ladyship’s room and the other high elite males joined them as well. The minute Trageta and Cornelia joined the group; Outusan shot him a hard glance to mask his surprise. ‘No, tell me that little scrap didn’t do what I think…A medic’s daughter?’ “Oh, Trageta!” Outusan sighed in a heavy voice.

“Tousan?” the boy asked as he had his arm around Cory’s waist.

“Huh? Oh, nothing, are we ready to go?” Vegeta lowered his eyes so as not to look at Lissa.

She was gorgeous, he’d give her that, but then so was his sister and every other female Saiyan that lived on the island. Vegeta’s hands began to sweat in his gloves and he flexed his free hand uncontrollably. She was dressed in an indigo blue denim two piece flare legged pantsuit. The slacks hugged her trim waist in the same manner her tail did and the pant legs molded to her curvaceous legs. The jacket itself was just waist length and just barely hid her glorious brown furred tail. The prince had to hide the shuddering in his body and his desire to want to just grab her and to make her part of his body. He clenched his teeth. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to mould his hands to those very curves, kiss those inviting lips, drown in those obsidian eyes and have her delicately strong female frame blend with his firm robust male build. He was salivating with desire so strong; the scent outweighed the scent emitted by Trageta and Cornelia.
Clearing his throat, Vegeta Outusan said, “Are we ready?”

Every one replied that they were and the elite group, with Princes Zarbon, Jeice, their mates, mothers and elite class teleported to the spot where the Earthjin were camped. Goku went up and knocked at the door. While the group waited for the humans, Vegeta called his people together.

“I have a presentation to make. My lady,” Vegeta extended a hand to Lissa who placed her right hand in his. Removing his cape-he had thrown on a dark cape for decoration-he spread it on the ground and requested that the young girl kneel before him. At that moment, the humans exited their dwelling and Kale waved them to silence. “You are all my witnesses. Let it be known and written into the books of Kale-alea that I, Vegeta no Ouji, Kale-aleasei have chosen Miss Parlissa Saturna as my mate for now, forever and for life. This is just a symbol to reflect that union,” the prince removed the necklace collar from its box, handed the box to Goku and stood behind Lissa. Kayla lifted the girl’s hair out of the way so that her brother could fasten the collar around Lissa’s slender neck, then he knelt and nipped at the nape of her neck. He felt her tremble and he smirked. Step one, completed.

Vegeta stepped around his lady fair, held out a hand to her and assisted her to stand. “You are mine, young lady. I chose you when I was three Saiyan years old. Nothing can ever sever our mateship, chosen one. I love you,” he whispered and took her lips with his own and drew her essence into himself.

As he held her, her tail uncurled from her waist as did his own and each wrapped the other inside. Suddenly, a white-red glow emitted from the two high level, high powered royal Saiyans as did the golden glow of the Super Saiy-jin and, although one had to look very closely and not blink, for the merest nanosecond, the two bodies had became one, literally. It was as if they had fused into one whole for an eyeblink then split apart just as quickly. However, for that brief instance, their hearts beat as one, their minds shared the same thought and their breathing was in unison.

The twins gasped at the sight, as did the other elite class who had been told of the legend.

“I heard about it, but I never thought I’d see it! Kale…” Kayla was at a loss for words.

“I-I know, my sister. Only one other time in recorded Saiya-jin history has such a mating ever occurred but it had been two lower class beings that were so consumed in their love for one another. With our brother’s heart now being changed and opened to his hidden emotions, he has be given the gift of Unity,” Kale whispered and Saiyans, Tsrurijin and Rockarijin alike all stood silent and transfixed by what they had been privy to witness.

Why had she been witness to this event? Did he want to torture her or did he want to drive the point home that she had meant nothing to him and their mating was nothing more than ‘a passion thing’ as Future Trunks had stated many eons ago before the Androids had invaded Earth. She could not stymie the tears that fell like rain from her eyes. She felt the release-which in truth had happened when she had thrown him out just four years ago-but she still had feelings for the little arrogant alien who had fought change tooth and nail…Until now.

The glow subsided and the couple, returned to their normal state of being with jet black-brown hair and onyx colored eyes. Slowly, they pulled from one another and an expression graced the prince’s face that had happened only once in recent memory. Well, the Saiyans were more privy to it than the other races and that expression was a genuine, soul stirring, smile that transformed Vegeta’s already handsome face into something totally marvelous! Lissa’s smile was just as bright and both of them seemed to light the cave in which the group stood. He was reluctant to release her, but he had promised to take the elite class to dinner along with the humans. Closing his eyes, the prince uncurled his tail from Lissa’s waist and released her but he took hold of her hand and they approached the waiting group.

“Let’s go to dinner,” the Saiyan prince said in his abrupt manner, the previous episode fading into the realm of dreams and illusions, not to be discussed as common gossip.

“How do we get to the restaurant? Only one of us can fly, y’know?” Bulma shot but Vegeta pretended not to hear her.

In his native language, he requested assistance from the soldiers of all three races to take hold of the humans and then the group teleported to a spot just far enough away from the mall so that they wouldn’t draw unnecessary attention.

“Oh, this is brilliant! You expect us to walk down to the mall in high heeled shoes!” Bulma screeched calling Vegeta’s attention to Cindy’s, Maron’s and her own foot ware.

“Well, I did tell you not too frilly, didn’t I? Won’t catch a Saiyan woman in such ridiculously impractical inventions, not even my queen! Heh, heh, not my fault you glamour girls put beauty above the brains in your heads. In that case, feel free to lead the way,” Vegeta made a mock sweeping bow to let the six humans take the lead.

“Hop on, Bulma. I’ll carry you on my shoulders,” Yamcha offered but Bulma declined and walked passed her beau with her head held high like a queen. Yamcha and the other two couples followed.

By time the humans had reached the front entrance of the restaurant, the aliens stood looking them in the face.

“How did…We didn’t…How did you get here ahead of us?” Bulma yelped.

18 responded. “It’s a little thing called teleportation. Makes travel a little easier,” she winked with a mischievous grin on her face.

“All right, let’s go in. Kakarrot’s about to eat the masonry, he’s so hungry,” the prince snickered and the group entered the eatery after a valet opened the double doors.

“How may I assist you?” a young raven-haired hostess intoned in snobbish accents.

“I’d like to see Mr. Humizu, please, thank you,” the Saiyan prince said in language Bulma didn’t recognize and the girl jumped up and ran behind a curtain.

A being that resembled Goku emerged moments later and bowed. “Ouji Vegeta-sama, welcome, my prince! I am honored that you have chosen to dine in my humble establishment. Come, I will open the banquet room for you all to dine in comfort and privacy,” the being said.
“Thank you, Earan. I have three hundred aliens and six humans with me. Is there enough?” Vegeta asked about the food as the group followed the owner.

“When I heard over the scouter that you had planned to bring the elite class and the humans, my prince. My brother, Emanu told me just how many to expect,” Earan nodded and stopped by a sliding partition, which he unlocked and slid it aside to reveal a dining area the size of the palace’s ballroom. “This room seats eight hundred comfortably. The buffet is ready, your highnesses. Enjoy,” the owner bowed then left guests to organize themselves.

“The humans, since they eat slower and take a longer time to select their meals than we do, shall go first, Jeice and Zarbon, your people will follow them. We will bring up the end,” the Saiyan prince instructed with a pointed look at his Commander who shrugged. Vegeta was taken aback as Kakarrot usually whined like a child if he didn’t get to eat first! Was the pea-brained warrior finally developing some sense regarding that bottomless pit of his? No, better not ask, the human might ask too many embarrassing questions.

After the humans and the other two races had procured their first servings, the Saiyans attacked the buffet with Kakarrot and his family going first. Vegeta decided that he and Lissa would bring up the very rear. The prince and his princess stood side by side with their arms around one another’s waists. She lay her head against his broad right shoulder, her arm under his hair and hand on his tail where her finely tapered fingers caressed the base.

His highness had to steel himself against allowing the sensations her touch was calling forth to make their presence known. Did she not know she was driving him made with an age-old desire that was implanted into every living creature? Oh, this young chimp was in trouble…No, Vegeta, stop thinking so selfishly. Remember that the force of an Icejin had taken your mate. He remembered that what she was doing held several connotations and one of them was relaxation, so he drew a deep nerve steadying breath so that his body would not react in any embarrassing fashion.

Soon they reached the buffet. It was a good thing the restaurant had two buffets: one for the humans and another for the aliens whose diets were, shall we say, extreme to say the least. The two members of Saiyan royalty made short work of selecting their food as that race just piled everything on as many plates as they could carry, then returned to begin feasting. The Saiyan prince was thankful that his Commander and brother-in-law did not inhale his food in the disgusting manner he would have done under other circumstances. However, since Kayla had entered Kakarrot’s life, that warrior had changed most of his habits. He was more willing to do his share of the chores, which was now to just train the other Saiya-jin reach SSJ level. He had begin to send his soiled clothing down the laundry chute and his bedroom had remained in a pristine condition since the Commander and the princess had cleaned it that first day. Kakarrot caught Vegeta’s eye and the prince saluted the warrior with his drink as if to say, ‘I’m proud of you.’

Vegeta also observed the other two races. Their appetites were on the same scale as the Saiyans, which was a good sign, and the amount they packed away rivaled that of the Saiyan race itself! This was surprising, as at first sight one would think the Tsurians were a very posh race of aliens. The Rockarians, well, they were a party race and had fun at everything. They seemed to take nothing serious. However, in comparison, before the other two races could complete their fourth helpings from the buffet, most of the Saiyan race was on its seventh or eighth round, even the females, who, unlike Earth women did not worry over losing their perfectly girlish figures.

Everything was going well when Earan ran into the banquet hall and, several blue skinned Tsurians and orange skinned Rockarians followed him. Behind them followed…King Aegar and Prince Sonra from Planet Minerva! When Vegeta caught sight of the two golden haired aliens, he nearly choked on the mouthful of pasta and escargot salad he had just ingested.

Forgive the intrusion, Vegeta-sama, but these beings have requested to join their races and the others have need to speak to your highness,” Earan bowed and Vegeta nodded in acknowledgement.

“This had better be important, Aegar, and not about that worrisome child you call ‘daughter.’ What brings you to Earth, anyway? I told you not to come to me about her,” Vegeta threw his head back in a haughty manner but the smirk on his face indicated that he was not serious. “Pull up a seat and wait until I’ve completed my meal,” the Saiyan prince remarked as he returned to his ninth serving.

King Aegar bowed to the smaller more powerful prince. “I beg your forgiveness, Vegeta no Ouji. I have come on a matter of great urgency but it will keep until you have completed dinner,” Aegar replied, rose from the bow and went to prepare himself a plate of food along with his son.

The new group of Tsurians and Rockarians had bowed to their rulers who were in a state of shock to see quite a number of their people yet alive.

“Where did you all come from?” the monarchs asked in unison.

One of the beautiful blue-skinned beings stood and bowed to his prince and queen. “Your majesty. Your highness, we picked up a transmission over the scouter, located it and it led us here to you all. We rounded up all that live in the local vicinity, which is one hundred of us. I am Turlington; my queen and I served the king as commander of the army. These are my offspring, Androclese and Sophya,” Turlington informed the queen and her son. “We were sent from Planet Tsuria ages ago on planet purging missions and told never to return, but we did go back only to find the planet had been destroyed. We left the place where home had been and found this little blue sphere. We found the climate to our liking and made it our home,” Turlington explained.

“Then you are my commander, now Turlington, since I am now the king of our race,” Zarbon replied in his slow snobbish tone and he motioned for the survivors to rise.

Turlington and the other Tsurians rose and the commander nodded to the king. “Sire, may I speak freely, sir?” he asked as the group found seating with their monarch.

“Speak,” Zarbon invited.

Turlington moved closer to whisper into his king’s ear. He shot a pointed glance in the direction of the Saiyan king and his people. “What are you with…them?” the commander sneered with disgust on his handsome face.

Zarbon sent the commander a look so hard that the latter shuddered. “Give me one reason not to send you to another dimension! You are in no position to question my motives or me. I have decided to form an alliance with the Saiyans and Rockarians. They are first rate fighters and there’s no one I’d rather be fighting with than the Saiyans instead of against them. If the decision discomfits you, commander, deal with it, my word and decision are law. The Saiya-jin are the more powerful race of the three of us and the power level of the ones gathered here could literally tear the universe asunder,” Zarbon related as he turned back to his dinner.

“Forgive me, my king, I overstep my position,” Turlington humbled himself then went to prepare himself and his children something to eat as did the other beings who had arrived with Earan.

King Aegar had completed his meal, got up and bowed to Vegeta. “My prince, is this a good time?” he asked with a tremble in his voice.

Vegeta cast lazy black eyes towards the Minervan monarch and nodded. “Oh, yes, the urgent news you wish to impart. Shall we go someplace private, then?” the Saiyan prince asked and King Aegar nodded.

“This is a matter of great concern to all three of your races. You may want to bring your offspring and commanders,” King Aegar addressed the group as a whole.

Zarbon and Jeice both sensed the urgency in the platinum haired king. The other two princes rose, summoned their commanders and turned to their mates to assure them not to worry.

“My prince…” was all that Lissa uttered as she held Vegeta’s right hand. He covered it with his left hand and felt that she was trembling.

“Chosen one, don’t worry, be still. I won’t leave you,” Vegeta promised and presses a light kiss to her temple before he left with the other monarchs to receive the information Aegar had come to impart.

Striking his familiar pose, Vegeta threw his head back and looked down his nose at the Minervan. “Now, Aegar, what’s so important that it requires all of us?” he asked in his bored tone of voice.

The group that had gone outside and behind the restaurant to receive the information that Aegar had said concerned them all, stood in a huge circle and Aegar with his son, Sonra, stood in t he middle. Heaving a deep sigh, Aegar opened his mouth. “Yes, sir. We fear that a great danger is headed this way,” he began.

From the look on the Minervan’s face, the group could tell that he was not kidding. “Remove the scouters! I know Aegar very well, and when he looks like the universe has collapsed, there’s trouble. I don’t want the females to panic. Besides, I’m not getting a good feeling from his majesty and whatever it is concerns more than just his hair witted daughter” Vegeta remarked as he detached his scouter from his face.

Vegeta showing concern for other beings? This was surprising but questions would come later, right now, there was a more pressing matter. “Speak, King Aegar,” Zarbon nodded to the platinum haired king.

“Yes. Vegeta, you are aware that we send out scouts on a nightly basis to scour the universe for signs of unrest or just to make sure there are no threats to the immediate planets and galaxies in our region of space. We had sent out ten groups of six scouts to various sectors of the universe. Only thirty returned and only one from lone scout from a group that was searching far out in the western sector. He related a most horrid tale to us upon his return. It is a thankful thing that you and Kakarrot have taught my people the Instant Transmission move or we would never have known what happened. When the scout returned, he showed us these,” Aegar and Sonra passed out a group of photographs they had with them. “The images were taken with an infrared camera to catch images too far to detect with the regular camera. There are definite figures in the image but we had no clue as to who or what they were,” Aegar continued.

In one motion, the four princes, their commanders and top soldiers fled the group but could not hold down the wave of nausea, which overpowered them and forced their dinners to depart from their bodies.

“Vegeta, did you see it? I can’t believe it! I thought they were dead!” Kakarrot heaved as more of his dinner exited via the main entrance.

“Of course, I saw them, you idiot, why do you think my stomach’s in my throat at the moment! Oh, God, I don’t believe this! It’s impossible! I saw that that egg-sucking slime ball snake in the grass piece of puke trash get killed by my son from Earth’s future! How could he have come back! And I know Gohan with your assistance from the beyond destroyed Cell when he was just a chimp of eleven Earth years! And not long ago, the pair of us on Kaibito’s planet, well, you, really, destroyed that piece of walking bubble gum! How can this have happened? Who could have wished them back?” Vegeta could not contain the fear that ran through his strong body and the tears that gushed from his obsidian eyes.

Just then the six Saiyans let out one unified blood-curdling scream of pain and sorrow and their bodies erupted into golden flames. Their hair had turned from midnight to gold and their eyes from black to teal jade. The power they emitted together shook the planet and threatened to tear away the fabric of the universe.

“Vegeta, power down, now, or you’ll kill us all before he can!” Zarbon exclaimed, his yellow eyes wide with fear. This was the first time he had glimpsed the legend that Vegeta had grown up believing, however, the legend had mentioned just one Super Saiya-jin. The Tsurian prince was staring full face at six of them.

Inside the restaurant, Princess Lissa excused herself and went into the ladies’ room. Princess Kayla, Zyra Jordinara and Videl followed her. Within its confines, the women had lost their own meals at the exact moment as their mates. They didn’t know the exact reason for this wave of sickness but Kayla and Lissa both felt their mates and heard their panicked thoughts.

“Oh, God, no, Kayla. It can’t be so? Vegeta told us that a boy from this planet’s future had killed that freak of nature! Oh, Kayla, I can feel Vegeta’s fear! He’s gone Super Saiya-jin!” Lissa screamed as her body erupted into the golden aura of power.

Kayla’s body reacted in the same manner as she had sensed her own mates’ increased power. Then the females embraced one another and sobbed deep body shaking tears.

Outside the restaurant, the princes and their commanding officers had been in deep sorrow themselves then Vegeta recovered himself as he pulled his tough as nails cold exterior out of the shadows. “Enough of this sentimentality, time to get our male pride in gear and strengthen up! I will neither have my warriors nor my allies fold up like females! Ok, so some sick prick piece of trash has brought that white devil back to this dimension for us to deal with! Let’s finish out this evening and get back to the cave ASAP and start training like the warriors we are!” the Saiyan prince rose himself to his full height-which just above five feet four inches-the excitement of the upcoming challenge invigorating his highness.

Vegeta’s excitement began to pour out to the other Saiya-jin present and they felt the power surge in their bodies and their bodies erupted a second time, this time from excitement and joy instead of sorrow and pain. “Elder one is right, men! Why should we fear that white devil any more? As you know, there are over four hundred Saiyan survivors on this planet alone with over half of them at Super Saiya-jin form! My brother and Kakarrot are at a level most of us can’t even imagine! I saw the fear on your faces, Prince Zarbon, Prince Jeice, when we powered up! Tell me, do you fear the Super Saiyan?” Kale asked the other two princes as the group headed back inside-the Saiyans had powered down.

Zarbon was still trembling when the men entered the eatery. “Frieza, during his alliance with the Saiyans, had been told of the legend. We had dismissed it as common fantasy, as something that was told to the young prince to help him survive. King Vegeta was so into his son that it ripped him apart to have to give his prize over to the likes of Frieza, but hey, my Outusan handed me over. Jeice’s handed him over, we didn’t turn out so bad. Anyway, Vegeta was told to train and battle often, become strong and eventually attain the goal of Super Saiya-jin. Frieza feared the Saiya-jin. The entire race was becoming very powerful, threatening his universal take over. That was why the race was obliterated. We all knew that his highness was no match for the likes of us, until he had gone off on a mission of his own and came to this planet. That was when he had learned to suppress his energy from the scouter and shocked the crap right out of us when we fought him. I had to transform to beat him when he and I fought on the Planet Namek. The second time we encountered one another, he killed me in my transformed state. He was so powerful! He convinced me that he was a Super Saiyan. With the power I encountered, I believed him! Then he told me that the Saiya-jin have get stronger after every battle and every life threatening injury. Yes, we fear the Super Saiyan and from what I see we had every right to do so! I am glad, however, to be fighting with that with such power than against! Vegeta, my arm is your forever,” Zarbon knelt on one knee, bowed with his right arm across his chest. The other Tsurians and Rockarians did the same.

After they rose, the men returned to their mates whose faces they noticed reflected their own feelings. Vegeta took Lissa into his arms and held her tightly.

“It’ll be all right, heart of my heart. Frieza fears Super Saiya-jin worse than the real devil himself hates God’s Own Son, the Universe’s Creator and Savior. We will win my child and you will be beside me when we do! For now, we’ll return home and form a battle strategy,” the Saiyan prince nodded, slid from his booth, took hold of his lady fair and went to pay the bill.

The group took hold of their human guests, bade Earan a goodnight then teleported back to the cave. They let the humans off at their camp then proceeded towards the palace where the Saiyans changed from their outing clothes to their training outfits. King Aegar and Prince Sonra had accompanied the group back and Vegeta told the Minervan king to inform the rest of the settlement about the upcoming danger to their existence.

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Chapter 12

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