"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 IX

TOO HARD TO BELIEVE

Had he heard her correctly? He must have as Saiya-jin hearing was among the most sensitive in the universe. An Icejin! A bloodthirsty, f***kin’ freak of the Universe Icejin! It wasn’t enough for Frieza to have the audacity to have obliterated the home planet with the king and queen still on it! No. Now one had destroyed the chimp he had chosen for his lifemate. She uncurled her tail from his waist just before she flipped into SSJ form. He was both transfixed and angered. Transfixed because his mate had transformed without heavy training. Angered at what she had imparted to him. Not being able to control his own rage any longer, Vegeta screamed an Earth shaking sound then burst into SSJ-2. Power strong enough to rip the planet in half emitted from the two emotionally distraught Saiya-jin. Parlissa stood, raised her hands above her head and hurled a blast into the forest. Vegeta crossed his arms in front of his chest then whipped them out to his sides and energy left both his arms and decimated the forest. The two fell to the ground in exhaustion after the power blasts.

“What the hell was that? Felt like an bomb!” Logan exclaimed as he was sparring with Tien.

“Vegeta! I’ll go see what happened while you all keep sparring!” Goku said.

“I’m going with you! I picked up Parlissa’s ki as well as my brother’s!” Kayla exclaimed and jumped into the air with the mighty Saiya-jin and the two flew off to where they had detected the two increases in power, however, once airborne, Goku took Kayla’s hand and the couple Ited to Vegeta and Parlissa’s exact location.

They gasped in horror at the sight of the forest! It looked as if a volcano had just erupted.

“Good God, Vegeta, you did this?” Goku asked as he surveyed the area.

“I had help. Kakarrot, she was raped by an Icejin! One of Frieza’s race! Not only did that freak of the universe destroy my people but he also destroyed the only woman I have ever really loved outside of Mommarissa, her parents, Kayla and Cilvanti. It’s not fair!” Vegeta screamed and pounded his fist into the dirt.

“Frieza hated us that much? I only know the part that you told me and can’t begin to fathom such hatred,” Goku remarked.

“Try starting with your old friend, Bulma,” Vegeta sneered as he held Lissa close. “We didn’t deserve what he put us through. I swear, before my Creator, if there are any Icejin left in this universe, the Saiya-jin will crush them like the maggots they are! C’mon, let’s start training our army of Super Saiya-jin! Women included. Lissa reached level just before the two of you arrived. Kayla, how long ago had Lissa been mated with the Icejin who abused her?” the prince asked his sister.

“Well, we had been taking refuge on a planet called Minerva in the Draco Galaxy. It was a very hospitable planet and as rich as Vegeta had been. We found the natives to be friendly and willing to assist us in our flight from the Icejin. For some years we lived in peace, then the nightmare began. I don’t know how they found us but they did and began raping the women and killing any male they found alive even our babies. It was horrible. Like Vegetasei all over again and I knew that they would finish what Frieza had started,” Kayla began, her emotions beginning to show.

“All we could do was pray for a miracle. King Aegar had gathered us all into the palace and hid us so that those of us who had survived the initial terror could escape. But we’ll get to that. One Icejin warrior had grown bored and took one of the servant girls I had with me and he ravaged her in front of my eyes. She bred him a set of twins the next three months following that incident. When the other Icejin saw how rapidly our bodies produced their devil spawn offspring, they took any female, ready or not and mated with her. I was just ten Saiyan years old when I squirted out four half-breeds myself. I don’t know how many were actually hatched, but every half-breed was sent back to the mother planet, Frieza. They wanted our genes mixed with theirs to create the universe’s most feared army. Our race would have surely been wiped out had a golden warrior not arrived! He was magnificence itself! Engulfed in a golden halo of fire! His power was like nothing ever seen in the universe! He destroyed the entire army of Kellogg 18 in a matter of moments! I only saw the battle from the window of our hiding place, but he was glorious! He was like a savior sent to our people from our Great Creator as an answer to our prayers!” Parlissa’s eyes had taken on a dream-like mist.

“He asked those Icejin pussies what business they had in invading his planet, then he proceeded to relocate each one of them into the next dimension. He may have been small in height, but he was powerful! His power reminded me of…” Kayla stopped and looked at her brother. She gasped deeply. “You! It was you, Ichison! You saved us and killed the one who had raped Parlissa! They couldn’t touch me because Kale kept them at bay. But it was you! You were that golden warrior!” the princess could not control her emotions.

Vegeta sat in silent shock over this new bit of information. True, he had defended Minerva against a planet called Kellogg 18, but he didn’t notice the warriors had been Icejin! They were so pathetically weak it hadn’t been funny! They fell like dominoes and proved to be no challenge at all. He had no idea that his sister, brother and lifemate had been on the planet at that time in his history.

“Kakarrot, you up for an invasion?” Vegeta asked, his nostrils flaring in anger.

“I’m a Saiya-jin warrior, my prince. You don’t have to ask,” Goku spoke and assisted Vegeta off the ground and both assisted their mates.

“Lissa, it’ll be all right, I will see to that. I will redeem your honor and make that entire ice ball race pay for their atrocities against the universe! Let’s go!” and with that, the four Ited back to camp.

The minute Vegeta materialized in the camp, it was easy to see he was in a towering rage. He walked into the middle of the camp, raised himself to his full commanding height and said, “Get up! Your prince is about to declare war!” that statement met with cheers of excitement. Vegeta raised a hand for silence. “Our target is the home planet of Frieza. He wiped us out, we are gonna wipe him out! Training will be continuous and feasting minimal. Today we will be going to hunt for our brothers and sisters who live in other countries on this planet. We must bring them here, train them up to level then attack head on. The Icejin’s greatest fear is the Super Saiya-jin. They know of the legend and how only one appears. We my children are the exception to that rule. Lady Saturna has just made it to SSJ level but must train to maintain it. The twins and two of my elder elite warriors are also on the verge. It is hard work. Use your emotions as a catalyst to attain the unattainable!” Had he just said that? His own mother had told him that when he was a chimp. He didn’t know what she had meant then but after seeing his mate, he knew now. Yes, that’s how Kakarrot and his sons did it! Their emotions had been their springboard and he must now use his own as well. “Attain the unattainable, my children, by using your emotions. It won’t be that hard as we have all lost someone we cared deeply for to Frieza and his evil regime. If not Frieza himself then those Icejin who stole my mate’s innocence from me! Let’s assemble into seven groups of seven, men only. Women, I need you all to hold down the fort while we’re gone. 18, Videl, I’m placing the two of you in charge along with Kayla and Lissa. You’re four of my strongest women, now. Go shopping only after training and sparring. Keep training the X-team. They’re coming right along. All they need now is to learn how to fly and they will be complete. Every one set?” the prince asked then caught his mate’s eyes. What the hell, he wasn’t sure how long this search would take them in the first place and he may never get another chance. Vegeta swung Lissa into his an embrace, lowered his head and took her lips with his own. “I’ll be back to continue that. I love you, Lissa” he said in a rush then released her.

“I love you, too, Vegeta, and you’d better come back to me. Or this time I will hunt you down!” Lissa smiled and whacked the prince on his rear as she had seen Kayla do to Kakarrot.

“Oh, you’re in for it when I get back, young woman!” Vegeta bade and the men took off then went into separate directions.

Bulma and her fiancé, Jeff had gone to his home in Ireland. It had taken him a long time to get her over to his country, as his people hadn’t been too keen on the idea of his marrying out of the race. However, once he let his family know that she was the wealthiest woman on the planet and the inventor of the all the modern conveniences they enjoyed, the Coles-Jeff’s family-began to sing a different tune. However, Bulma found out that it had just been for her money that Jeff was even going with her. She had been on the terrace of the house, which was in a well-to-do suburban section of Dublin, when she over heard Jeff talking with his mother.

“Nay, mum, ye don’t think I actually loves that loud mouthed overbearing shrew, now do ya? She even had me put a device on a small child to try and kill that child because Miss Woman wanted to be rid of the ex husband,” Jeff had said.

“The hell ye say? Trying to kill her baby, that’s ludicrous! I told ye, that ye shoulda married that nice secretary from Belfast, but ye wanted money! When that Capsule place opened up in Lisbon, ye had to go check it out. Then ye called and said ye met the owner and the two of ye hit it off like a house ablaze! Last year, ye moved to Asia to be with that woman without checking everything out! Did y’know that both her children are part alien who could wipe out this planet we live on with their breath if they get mad enough?” Jeffrey’s mother asked.

“I didn’t know they were that strong? She told me something about the man who mated with her, but not so much of the offspring,” Jeff replied.

Bulma had heard all that she could stomach then got off the terrace, stormed into the house, stood in front of mother and son with hand on her hips and an angry scowl on her lovely face.

“Take me home right this instant, Mr. Coles! Here, take this cheap piece of crap! The engagement’s over! I can’t believe I fell for a jerk like you! I thought that Vegeta had been terrible but you take the cake! I hate you! I hate you all! I wish one of my friends were here to send you into another dimension!” Bulma wailed and ran to her room where she began to pack.

How dare they put her in such a predicament? At least, Vegeta had come to her with nothing. Made her no promises so that he would be obligated to uphold. Oh, sure, he wanted her to wait on him hand and foot as if she was his personal servant girl, but in a freaky sort of way, she liked him barking orders. However, then the violence began. She was probably to blame for baiting him once he reached SSJ level, but his physical need of her increased along with his strength and appetite. She just couldn’t handle such a demanding man any longer. Then she met Jeff and he seemed like a third answer to her prayers. He willingly did as she requested. Agreed with her if he knew what was good for him and kowtowed to her every wish. Now, she realized it had all been a sham. She wanted…What? To die from the humiliation of the situation? Find her one love and have him hold her in his arms and kiss away her tears? She nearly laughed at that thought. ‘Get real, Bulma. You tossed him to the curb, mocked his heritage and race, and tried to kill not only him but also the two most beautiful children ever to grace this planet. And you expect him to just forgive you for all of that, take you in his arms and make crazy love to you all night long?’ As ridiculous as the answer sounded, Bulma answered ‘yes.’

It was worth a try. What was the worse he could do? Don’t go there, Bulma, you know very well what he could do and unlike Earth guys, the Saiya-jin no Ouji was not the type of being to give second chances. What a life, Bulma sighed to herself as she left the Coles’ home without a back wards glance, hailed a cab to take her to the airport where she boarded a flight for Asia and home.

After Bulma had returned home to Asia, she called Chi-Chi.

“Son residence, Chichi speaking,” Chichi greeted in a slow tone.
“Wow, don’t you sound cheery. Hey, hun, this is Bulma. What’s wrong?” Bulma asked, concern in her voice.

Chi-Chi sighed and replied, “Oh, I miss my boys. Vegeta hasn’t sent Goku home for awhile. I’d have thought that by now his royal arrogance would have gotten tired of tripping over that lazy good for nothing. I’m worried. The last time I heard from either Goku or Goten was right after you put that collar on Bura’s neck,” Chichi said.

Bulma cringed. Did she have to go there? ‘I guess no one will let me live that fiasco down, but I only did it to keep the world from being destroyed!’ Bulma thought to herself. “Hey, Chi, why don’t I call Cindy and Maron, y’know Krillin’s first girlfriend, and the four of us go on a girls only vacation? We can go camping in the wilderness. Escape civilization for awhile,” Bulma suggested.

Stunned silence greeted Bulma’s suggestion. “Ah, girlfriend, are you feeling alright? Cindy, the prom-queen blonde and Maron, the blue haired dizzy flake? You must have a few screws loose, hun. Lay down and take an aspirin. Me, I wouldn’t mind roughing it because I live in the country, but those two glamour girls wouldn’t last two seconds out there without bitchin’ and moanin’,” Chi-Chi pointed out.

“Chi, we’re not literally gonna rough it. Remember everything is encapsulated. C’mon, it’ll be fun and maybe take our minds off our men problems,” Bulma sighed.

“What happened to Jeffery?” Chi asked.

Bulma growled. “Ooh, that man, he played me for a fool! I overheard a talk he was having with his mom and it came out that he was only dating me for my money! I have the worse luck with men. First that womanizer, Yamcha, then that royal alien prick, Vegeta and now that Irish geek, Jeffery Coles! I can’t win for losing,” Bulma remarked in a voice thick with sadness.

“Poor Bulma. Okay, if you can convince the two living Barbie dolls, great. Either way, I’ll go,” Chi replied then the two hung up.

Bulma then called her other two female acquaintances and told them of her plan to get away from civilization for a week or so. The two nearly died when they found there would be no guys on the trip and they would out in the sticks with nature and the elements. After much explaining about how they were not gonna have to literally live like savages, the two glamour girls agreed then suggested that they all meet at West City Mall to purchase the necessary gear they felt would be necessary. Bulma said that she would meet them there, then they terminated the call.

While the males had gone off on the hunt for more survivors from the home planet, 18 and Videl had decided to introduce their Saiya-jin sisters to the art of ‘malling.’ Besides, the children could always use more clothes and shoes. Leaving Piccolo, Tien and Chioutzu in charge, the girls-mainly the younger ones-who wanted to mall took to the air and flew to the city. There were at least forty in number, which included the twenty Saiyan children. The group reached the city in no time as they all flew faster than the speed of both light and sound. They had to be very careful not to alert attention to themselves as news hounds were everywhere looking for a hot story and forty women and children who could fly was definitely news worthy. The group landed behind the mall where trash was thrown and, after straightening themselves up from the flight, walked around the mall entrance.

“Hey, let’s go to Saiya-jin Pride! That store has nearly everything!” Cornelia suggested.

“Good idea. I like the things in there. I’m very surprised his highness has not reclaimed all of those things, they are rightfully his, y’know,” Brocolia remarked as the group headed for the shop.

“As long as Saiya-jin are purchasing the items, I don’t think he cares. All Ichison wants is to reunite the race, level us up to SSJ then attack the ones who tried to destroy us so many years ago,” Kayla pointed out as they entered the store, greeted Turnipa and her youngest daughter, Tomatilla.

“Cilvi, kids hi! C’mere, look what I found!” Tomatilla beamed as she jumped from the stool on which she sat, ran around the counter then took the kids to a far corner of the store.

Turnipa also came out to greet her customers. “Hey, girls, what’ll it be today? We just received a shipment from a group of Saiya-jin located in Ireland. They’re having a little trouble in that country, so they sent us what had been sent with them. Purchase them and take them to Little Vegeta. They are the crown jewels,” Turnipa remarked and went to retrieve a shipment from storage.

“The crown jewels? I thought that white devil had stolen them all! Oh, they will make my prince happy!” Lissa exclaimed with giddiness that she hadn’t felt since the day that she and the prince had sneaked away from their assignments and he had sung to her. And what a voice her young prince had had! Then a light bulb went off in her head. She remembered that his highness had hummed a song to her as he had tried to calm her down that very morning. It was the same melody as the song he had sung to her the day they “escaped.” She laughed to herself, but Princess Cilvanti caught it and went to her.

“Mommaliassa, why are laughing?” she asked, not realizing that she had just addressed Parlissa as ‘momma.’

Lissa smiled at the tyke then knelt down to embrace her. “Cilvi, I’m laughing because I’m happy! Because I’m with your dad again and I just heard you call me ‘momma.’ Thank you, baby,” she smiled and tried to hide the emotion that welled up inside her.

“Well, you love my daddy and I guess when you mate, you’ll be married, right? Won’t that make you my momma in a sense?” the little princess asked and hugged Lissa who hoisted the tot into the air.

The other females gathered rejoiced in the simple fact that two of Prince Vegeta’s favorite females had bonded. 18, Marron and Videl felt privileged to witness such an act. Both females glowed with a soft blue-white light, which seemed to hold the essence of love itself, then in a flash the light dissipated.

“What just happened?” Marron, 18’s daughter asked looking around at the Saiya-jin women.

“They have bonded as mother and daughter. It is a most special occurrence and very rare for our people to accept half-breeds, at all, as we have accepted our prince’s offspring. They belong to the prince, so are now bonded to him and his son as well. Let’s celebrate!” Turnipa smiled and bent down to retrieve something behind the counter. She had returned with a silver case that she had set behind the counter, but she had retrieved a tray upon which set a silver tea setting. She called everyone are around and they had a small feast to celebrate the bonding.

Bulma and her three friends had been cruising the mall when, “Chi, isn’t that Videl and Pan? And there’s 18! Hey, there’s my baby, Bura! Bura! Honey, it’s mommy!” Bulma called.

The call had been heard by those women closest to the door, which were 18, Videl, Cornelia and Princess Kayla.

“Videl, what’s your mother-in-law doing hanging with that tart?” 18 asked in a whisper.

“I’m sure I have no clue. Why is she suddenly calling Cilvi ‘honey,’ and herself ‘mommy?’ I’m gonna find out,” Videl said and stepped out to meet Bulma and her friends but looked straight at Chichi. She bowed. “Chichi, what are you doing with her?” Videl asked standing in a pose reticent of Prince Vegeta’s.

“Videl, hi honey! We’re picking up some things to go camping with. Who are your friends?” Chi asked when she noted the store full of women.

“Friends from another planet,” Videl replied in a flat tone.

“Mommy! Oh, hi, grandma, how are you?” it was little Pan who was not quite so little anymore.

“Pan, you’re getting so big!” Chichi went to hug the girl who stiffened at her touch. “Pan honey, what’s wrong?”

“If you were by yourself, I’d hug you, but you’re with her. Keep a leash on her will you and don’t let these women see her or she’ll be waking up in a new dimension before the sun goes down,” Pan sliced a glance at Bulma who felt her stomach knot up.

“P-Pan, can you tell my daughter I’d love to see her, please,” Bulma requested through a shaky smile.

The look in the child’s eyes was pure ice. “No. I am not gonna let you hurt my best friend ever again! Go away before I hurt you,” Pan warned her hair flashed golden as her nostrils flared.

“Pan!” Bulma screeched.

The others inside the store had felt the increase in power and turned to survey the situation. Princess Kayla came forward wearing a thunderous expression, an exact mirror of her elder brother’s scowl. “What is this?” she asked. Before anyone could answer, a shaft of light sailed through the crowd and found its way into Bulma’s shoulder.

Bulma’s friends and Chichi gasped in horror. “Someone call an ambulance, she’ll bleed to death!” Cindy cried as she tried to stymie the gush of blood.

“So let her,” a small cold voice sounded. The crowd parted and there stood both Cilvanti and Parlissa in mirror poses of Vegeta with arms crossed and feet apart.

“Bura, this is your mother! How could you do this to her?” Chichi cried in disbelief.

“No, she’s just the whore that squirted me out. This is my mommy," Cilvanti took hold of Parlissa’s hand then the two turned back to the feast.

Maron-not 18’s daughter-had called the paramedics who attended to Bulma, then took her to the hospital. Cindy and Maron went with her. Chichi stayed behind.

“Videl, why did Bura blast her mother like that and call her such a horrid name?” Chi asked her daughter-in-law.

“I have no idea, ask her. Maybe it has something to do with a black metal collar the woman had put around the child’s neck to try and destroy dad, big brother and baby girl,” Videl turned and rejoined the other women. “Chichi, join our sisterhood. Goku is your husband and our Commander. We will forget that you were ever friends with the only enemy the Saiyans had on this planet,” Videl told her mother-in-law.

“S-S-Saiyans? All of these are Saiyans? Where did they come from?” Chichi stammered in shock.

“Except for two of them, from Scotland here on Earth. They were sent off planet by King Vegeta, himself,” Videl explained.

“Here? H-how long have they been here?” she asked.

“Some of us about as long as Prince Vegeta himself. We saw when the two of them had come to this planet, the prince and Nappa. We knew his highness was incredibly powerful from when we lived on the home planet,” Turnipa replied.

“I wondered why he would come to such a weak planet as this one, so I asked him the other night and he told me for the dragon balls. He told us about that entire episode then he asked why he never picked up our power levels before now. My mate told him we hard worked on suppressing our powers to imitate you, but mainly to throw off our enemies” Brocolia explained.

“The two of them beat up my Goku, Gohan and an old friend of Goku’s, Krillin very badly. Goku was hospitalized for months after that battle. However, even laid up, all Goku thought about was getting his strength back to return to the battlefield. He was always the warrior. I cringed every time my little Gohan joined any battles. I wanted him to be a scholar and not a martial arts fighter like his dad. I told Goku that Gohan needed a good education to get a good job and make good money. Fighting never accomplished that goal, but my son followed his dad. Now my youngest son has gone off, chasing after the sound of battle and living with Trunks only encourages that behavior. And does Vegeta stop them? No, he lets them do whatever the hell they please! They don’t care that I sit home alone at night worried sick over their well being. Hoping Goku’s being fed and such and speaking of which, where is are my sons and husband anyway?” Chi asked.

“Vegeta gathered all the men to search the planet for more Saiya-jin survivors. Professor Xavier who is head of a team of humans with special powers brought his team over to train with the sensi and get stronger to fight their own war in America. As he was telling the men why his team had come, one of the girls in his team related information that two members of their team had encountered a group of beings that resembled Vegeta over in their country. You remember the night of the party at New Namek and Vegeta had flown off because of the portrait young Vegeta had given him?” 18 interjected.

“Yeah, Goku said that he was deeply hurt and that he went away to grieve. When Vegeta returned, he had said that he had ventured into a country called Scotland where he met someone from his home. I know he’s one very happy alien right about now. I felt sorry for him that night when he explained about the people in the portrait. His brother and sister were so cute and the little girl who stood with him…She was as beautiful as a china doll,” Chichi expounded.

“Chi, I would like you to meet Princess Kayla and Vegeta’s lifemate, Parlissa Saturna,” Videl introduced two very beautiful Saiya-jin females in casual dress.

Chi fell over backwards when she met two of the women that his royal arrogance had had any real feelings for. How would Bulma take the news once she learned that not only was Vegeta a force not to be played with, but that his chosen lifemate before herself had returned to his life and was now the accepted mother of the children she had birthed? As she looked into the pitch black eyes of these pure Saiyan females and the ocean blue orbs of both 18 and Videl, she saw…unity. A unity that could never be severed by any means except maybe death but hadn’t Vegeta shared what had happened to their people and had encouraged her husband on from both near death and from grave? No, death couldn’t sever such a union as this race had.

“H-how did you all come to be in our country? Scotland is half a world away,” Chi asked.

“My dad-in-law, Angelair Saturna met the prince. When he told us that our prince was yet alive and still just a chimp in Saiya-jin terms we just couldn’t believe it. Dad told us that the ruthless chibi prince we had feared on Vegetasei was no more. The prince he met let his emotions fly. Dad said that when he told his highness that in our village resided sixty Saiyans along with himself and my son, he said the prince damn near phased into the next dimension for happiness alone! We asked dad if he had any qualms in leaving our mist enshrouded adopted home and returning to our real home with our prince. He said ‘let’s go.’ That’s how we came to be here,” Kimchee, Éclair’s mom related.

“Oh. So why haven’t you and 18 been home lately?” Chi asked Videl.

“For me, the answer’s easy. Gohan’s one of the Elite warriors as well as Little Vegeta’s technologist. Goten’s even picked up on the technology. He might act clueless like Goku sometimes, but he’s a genius! Vegeta’s very impressed with his fighting style. He and young Prince Vegeta had been practically inseparable until a new girl entered the camp and took Trunks away. If she hadn’t of happened along, I think elder Vegeta would have tied those two to separate trees by their tails,” Videl laughed as did the other women.

“I haven’t been home because my little bald Krillin and I like assisting Vegeta. He’s a very different being now from the one I nearly killed eighteen years ago. I’m glad he’s got a mate now, or he’d be in trouble, yum!” 18 licked her lips in a flirtatious manner.

“Hey, we’d better get back home. No telling when the men will return. I don’t want my mate to return and I’m not there to greet him. He started something I want to see him finish,” it was Parlissa who had spoken.

“Well, Chi, wanna go with us? You don’t have to stay but Goku does need help in the cleaning department,” Videl laughed. Chichi accepted the invitation, the women thanked Turnipa for the feast, took hold of the children, then teleported back to Little Vegeta.

It was a nasty battle. Although no warriors had been killed, they had been deeply wounded. Thank goodness for a lasting supply of both senzu beans and the Scottish cherry-berry, both of which aided in instant recovery. Of all the Saiyans the group had rescued, the ones here in Ireland were the most difficult to reach, so far. Goten, who led the group told the soldiers enough was enough and to stand with their backs to the sun. In one voice the group yelled, “Solar Flare!” Brilliant light filled the sky and temporarily blinded the offense, and then two of the seven warriors in Goten’s group went to rescue the Saiyans who had hidden themselves in a monastery. Such cowardice was unacceptable and the group was not gonna take responsibility for the actions of these Irish dwelling Saiya-jin. The group then returned to Little Vegeta and was happy to see that Vegeta’s team had not returned as yet. Then again, Vegeta had said that his team would be the one to search the Americas.

The population of Little Vegeta had tripled in a few days time as Saiya-jin from around the world harkened to the call of ‘Come Home.” Having lived on Earth for so many years, the race had mellowed out quite a bit from when they first arrived on the planet, some not long after Vegeta’s first appearance, some ahead of him but they had not made their presence know. They had been under orders from the king to attack the planets he had sent them to. When the groups had landed on Earth, something inside them caused them to not want to hurt such a beautiful place. Thus, they observed the humans, learned their ways, and mimicked them so that they could live among the natives.

Kayla and the other Saiyan females greeted the new arrivals by having a large feast prepared. Goten was surprised to find his mom present in the camp.

“Mom! How did you get here?” he asked as he grabbed an ostrich drumstick.

“Oh, my baby, it’s so good to see you! How have you been?” she asked as she hugged the boy like he was a teddy bear.

“Mom, please, you’re embarrassing me. It’s good to see you, too, ma, but I gotta get goin’, there’s more Saiyans to rescue!” the boy said, rounded up his army then went to join Vegeta in America.

In America, Vegeta and his army had located several Saiyan who were elated at the prospect of leaving this weak little mud ball behind. They joined the prince in his quest for survivors from the home planet. During the search, the Saiya-jin who had arrived with the prince related the information Vegeta had imparted to them about the demise of the home world. Many had not been surprised; however, they had been surprised to find that the king had sent off so many of his people. The prince informed every Saiyan in his group about his home in the wilderness, the intense training to reach the ultimate prize of SSJ form and finally the departure from this planet. Many in Vegeta’s group felt that the task of locating the American Saiya-jin would be a relatively easy one, until the group hit the great metropolitan city of New York where they landed in the middle of a war between mutants, Saiyans and humans.

“This is madness! Don’t the humans know they stand no chance of winning?” Goten asked for his group had joined up with Vegeta’s.

“Do they ever? Angelair, call our children and tell them we will fight in their places. There is no shame in backing down. Besides, many of them are battle worn to begin with,” Vegeta informed the group as Angelair gave the call.

The Saiya-jin, who had been fighting with the mutants, began to leave the battle one by one, only to be replaced by one of Vegeta’s fresh warriors. The prince stayed in the background. Having so many warriors under himself, he and the elite wouldn’t have to get themselves dirty. Life at Little Vegeta would be as glorious as it once was for him back on the home planet when he had many dozens of slaves and servants at his disposal. Well, slaves he would never have (until the Icejin bowed to him) and those Saiyans who were weak fighters would do amply well in the position as servants to the elite. Notwithstanding, many of his soldiers were able to use Instant Transmission to jump into the fray, take out the weary fighter then continue the battle.

“Wha-what happened? Who are you all?” one of the weary warriors asked when he stood in front of Vegeta.

“I am Vegeta no Ouji, Kale-aleasei, Prince of all Saiya-jin. We have come to call Saiya’s children home,” the prince explained in Saiyago and the warriors were amazed that these beings spoke their language.

“Your highness. Take us home!” one of the warriors pleaded.

“What is your name, soldier?” the prince asked in a bored tone.

“Chokarti, your highness,” the soldier bowed.

“Are there others who are not fighting but are afraid to show themselves?” Vegeta intoned in snobbish accents.

“Yes, there are women in the building behind us. I shall fetch them, sir.” Chokarti replied and rose to do as he said.

“Goten, you and Vegeta go with him. I’m sensing several powers in there, all Saiya-jin, but they’re weak. Here, take my jar of senzu beans and distribute them,” Vegeta ordered the boys who followed Chokarti.

The battle ended not soon after Vegeta’s warriors had taken over. Well, with the majority having attained the SSJ form of their being, all they warriors had to do was to power up and the enemy ran begging for their weak little lives. The prince hammered into the soldiers as they searched for survivors to defend the defenseless. It was a new concept, this defense thing the prince related, as was the desire to live in peace among these weaklings as most had done for decades. It would take a lot of getting used to having a peace- desiring king instead of one who wanted universal domination. In the end, the Saiya-jin race had been what ever their king had ordered them to be and for centuries that had been as the most feared planet purging race in the universe, the new king, however, desired none of the old way. Moreover, after the females had been rescued, Vegeta told his core army to get them to Little Vegeta, fed and started on training.

“My prince, I hate to ask-“ Chokarti began but stopped when he caught the steel glint in Vegeta’s black eyes.

“Then don’t. You are an impressive warrior. Were you born here or Vegetasei?” the prince asked.
“Vegetasei, your highness, but I was raised here. My parents trained me hard and prayed everyday that one of our kind would come to reunite us into the force the race had been before Frieza. My parents told me of that tyrant and told me to train hard so that someday I could attain the Super Saiya-jin level, but I knew that was just a legend to keep us from losing our mind,” Chokarti sighed.

“It’s not just a legend, boy,” Vegeta replied and with that the prince powered up in front of the youth.

The force sent the young soldier into the building in which the weaker Saiyans had been cowering. The boy gaped in surprised disbelief at the sight in front of him. “Wha-what are you? Where’s his highness?”

“You’re still looking at him. I am the Prince of all Saiyans, once again. We will neither be the scourges of the universe, as we had once been, nor will we sink to the level of that cross-gendered gay freak and attack the planets just because they’re there. I am the prince! I am the head and I mold this people after myself,” Vegeta remarked and powered down.

“Train me, my prince! I want to reach that level, too, and make my parents proud,” Chokarti said with fire in his voice.

“And so you shall. Soldiers, come! It is time we returned to Little Vegeta. We have done good for the first few day’s hunt,” Vegeta said and the soldiers who had not been sent with the newly discovered group of Saiya’s children joined the prince. Everyone locked hands, then used Instant Trans to return to the palace.


Cilvanti and Parlissa had been over looking the ever-growing populace of their people. With assistance from Kayla, 18, Videl, Marron (18’s daughter), and even Chichi, everything ran smoothly. The two high princesses sat with their kinswomen after the new arrivals had been fed.

“I hope your dad returns soon,” Lissa remarked out loud.

“Yeah, I worry about him, too, but he’s okay, I know it. Now that you’re here, he’s got no reason to commit any stupid acts,” Cilvi shook her blue head of hair just then she sat upright as if she had sensed something. Gasping, she exclaimed, “He’s back! Momma, he’s back!” she got up and ran in the direction she had sensed his energy. Lissa was right behind her. “Daddy!” the little princess ran straight into the prince’s arms and he gathered her up to his shoulders.

“There’s daddy’s brave girl!” Vegeta remarked, not caring who heard the tone in his voice.

“So, did ya bring me anything?” Cilvi asked in typical little girl fashion.

“Well, aren’t I enough for you, my young princess?” Vegeta asked. He reached behind himself and took hold of a package that Kakarrot-who was behind him-handed to him. “Here, now go away!” he said in a teasing tone and set his baby down on the ground and sent her off with a pat to the tail. When he straightened, he was instantly locked in an embrace and his lips taken in a strong vice-like hold. His arms went around the assailant as he melted into the kiss that was being called forth.

Oh, sweet mercy but it was good to hold her again. To her he willingly surrendered his being. It was her and her alone he allowed himself to behave not as the high born royal prince of Saiya-jin but as a big brother, friend confidant mate and…lover? Yes, he wanted to be her lover and take her in the instant their lips touched, then a gush of air brought him back to his senses. She smiled wickedly up into his black eyes, her tail securely around his waist as his was around hers. He smiled a genuine un-Vegeta smile, which was meant just for her, but others had seen it as well.

He leaned down to her ear and whispered, “I missed you,” in a tone that took her breath away.

Oh, God of all the Universe give her strength to hold herself together until the time was right. Hugging his neck, she replied, “I missed you, too, mate of mine,” and the smile she gave could have lit the entire camp had it not already been lighted.

She giggled then released him from her prison as he released her from his, then she took his hand and led him to the feasting area. Kakarrot and Kayla followed them, however, unlike Vegeta, the latter couple was more at ease with their feelings, although what they had just witnessed, had been nothing short of amazing.

“My daughter did that?” Vegeta nearly choked on the ostrich wing he had been munching on after Parlissa had told him what had transpired at the mall and Cilvanti blasting some woman with blue hair.

“She did and that black haired Earth-jin with Kakarrot and Kayla asked why. Videl told her…Chichi I think her name is? Yeah, Videl told her it was for some collar the woman had placed around the baby’s neck,” Lissa shrugged as she lay in Vegeta’s lap while he ate. “What did Videl mean by a collar on my child’s neck?”

Vegeta hadn’t missed the possessive reference to his daughter being Lissa’s child. In fact, his heart swelled in both happiness and pride as he realized that his baby had bonded with his lifemate without any urging, prodding or begging. Just then the subject of his thoughts invaded their space. The couple looked up and saw the tyke rubbing her eyes. Lissa sat up and took the little one in her arms, lay her down and began a to hum a melody to which the prince sang the words. Any and all activity ceased as parents and children reunited. As if of one mind, the children lay in their parents arms and the parent joined the prince and his princess in the song, which was an ancient lullaby sung by generations of mamas on the home planet to their own offspring.

“Oh, that is so beautiful! They have the loveliest music I’ve ever heard,” Chichi remarked to Videl who cradled Pan as Gohan sang the lullaby. Soon the chibi children of Saiya were fast asleep.

Vegeta levitated off the ground, careful not to disturb the sleeping beauties he cradled in his arms. He then slowly flew into the palace and up to his mate’s bedchamber where a maid waited to turn the bed down, which was performed the minute she saw their highnesses. The prince lay his mate gently down on the mattress-no bed frames in Saiya-jin homes-then removed her boots. He did the same for his baby, and then he covered them and kissed each one on her forehead before he returned to the outside world. The male populace of Little Vegeta departed to go either spar or train or keep watch for their hated enemy, the Icejin. Those who had been on Minerva during the invasion from Kellogg 18 were the most antsy and terror stricken but only the prince knew how much so. Nonetheless, Vegeta stood overlooking the camp when…

“Couldn’t sleep either, hey, Vegeta?” a familiar male voice asked and the prince turned to see his Commander.

“Commander, I thought that you would be taking care of her highness or Chichi,” Vegeta remarked.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m up. How in the world did Chichi get here?” Kakarrot asked.

“I’m sure you’ll have to ask the women that question. I’m gonna go see an old friend of yours. Why doncha come with me?” Vegeta invited.

Kakarrot nearly burst his orange gi with excitement. Outside of searching for both survivors and dragon balls, Vegeta had never asked Goku to accompany him anywhere; but then again, he may as well get used to it. He was the Commander of the army and Vegeta’s personal bodyguard and soon, he would be the prince’s in-law. The two flew off and it didn’t take long for Kakarrot to realize just where they were headed. The mighty warrior stopped dead in mid-air.

“AAAHHHH! A hospital! You didn’t say anything about a hospital!” Kakarrot ranted like a frightened child.

“You can go back, y’know, I can do this myself,” the prince snarled then landed in front of the sliding doors of the six story building, entered and strode up to the patient information desk, with a fluidity that would make satin jealous. Kakarrot did indeed follow.

“May I help you?” the receptionist intoned in a nasal fashion.
“No, you cannot, but you can tell me in what room I can find Ms. Bulma Briefs,” Vegeta replied in his usual haughty manner.

The woman typed in the name. “Oh, she’s that blue-haired loudmouth they brought in through emergency. I was tempted to slap a muzzle over that trap of hers. We lost many other patients thanks to her moaning and groaning. She’s in room 612. I hope you have ear plugs,” the receptionist remarked and Vegeta fell out in hysterics at how the woman had described his ex.

Kakarrot was stunned. Vegeta never let himself go in public like this. Had the Saiya-jin no Ouji come to grips with his emotions that he could let laughter resound like the lullaby around Little Vegeta.

“Come, Kakarrot, let’s go see the scourge of West City!” the prince said as he stumbled to the elevator. Kakarrot had to half carry him because he was still in a fit of laughter.

By the time the elevator had stopped on the sixth floor, the prince had regained his composure and the two warriors headed to room 612.

“Kakarrot, you go in first,” Vegeta urged.

“Me? The last time I saw her I cursed her out! Why don’t we go together since neither one of us can stand the sight of her,” Kakarrot suggested and Vegeta agreed.

The pair entered the room slowly and found Dr. and Adelaide Briefs and…Yamcha? What was that pathetic excuse for a warrior doing here? Well, no matter, he’d just wanted to see her, anyway, and to apologize for his past actions.

“Oh, Goku, Vegeta! How are two of the most handsome men I’ve ever had the pleasure to be acquainted with?” Adelaide cooed the minute her eyes saw the two full Saiyans enter. They bowed to her in greeting.

Bulma struggled to sit up but Yamcha held her down. “What? V-Vegeta’s here along with G-Goku? W-What do they want?” Bulma stammered as the two warriors moved to the foot of her bed. Bulma sat trembling violently as Yamcha held her tightly.

“You needn’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt,” Vegeta said in a slow drawl.

“Look at what your precious daughter did to me! And she had the nerve to call another woman ‘momma’ in my presence! What did I do to deserve this?” Bulma had burst into tears.

Vegeta lowered his eyes and had to bring his old self out, the part of him that was insensitive to the woman’s tears. He turned his back on her. “Calm down, woman, you act as if I’m gonna eat you or something. I’ve only come to apologize to you for being a thorn in your side and to say that I forgive you for what you had to do to protect yourself from my very powerful offspring,” the prince said without a backwards glance. There, he’d said it. Sweat pouring from his every pore and his heart in his boots. He felt his body quaking so he presumed it was nerves.

A stunned silence hung in the room after the apology, then Goku piped up. “Yeah, I need to ask you to forgive me for being such a jerk to you last time, but Vegeta is the prince of my race and I am sworn to protect him at all cost,” Goku nodded. With a nod of his head and firmness no one, except Vegeta, ever knew existed. Kakarrot may appear not to have both oars in the water, but he’s pretty smart when it comes to battle strategy.

Bulma was the first to recover although she still couldn’t believe what she had heard. She was the one lying in the hospital and from all appearances, Vegeta looked perfectly healthy and perfectly…No, Bulma. Stay away from that train of thought, all the while her mouth watering at the incredible sight he presented-a mirror hung on the wall opposite Bulma’s bed and she observed her former prince.

“ Could you all excuse us for a moment?” she asked in a slow voice and her guess turned to leave, however, Vegeta had grabbed onto Kakarrot to hold him back.

“I did not tell you to go,” was all the prince had said in a calm voice.

“Vegeta, I’d like to talk to you in private, if I can,” it was more a statement than a question.

“Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of my commander. There is one other thing I came to do, though.” Vegeta unfolded his arms, pivoted on one foot then walked over to the side of the bed where Bulma had been injured. “Lay down,” he commanded and, surprisingly, Bulma obeyed! He’d be shocked later, right now, he felt obligated to accelerate her healing. He stood beside her, placed his left hand (palm down) over the injury, and closed his eyes then concentrated.

He began to glow with a whit-blue aura and a soft wave of light concentrated itself over Bulma’s injury. Dr. and Adelaide Briefs and Yamcha all re-entered the room and became witness to this amazing occurrence. No one spoke for a full five minutes as light surrounded the two, then the light died down and Vegeta stepped away.

“You should be out within the week moaning and groaning in your usual fashion. I also came to say ‘good-bye,’ “ Vegeta nodded to the crowd in general.

“Good-bye? Where are you goin, Vegeta, sweetie?” Adelaide asked in wonder.

“For now nowhere, but your daughter and I are no longer mated and bonded so I won’t be around as much. I am hunting survivors from my home, which live here on Earth. Once I have made contact with them and they know of the others I have located or have found their way to me, my entire reunited race will be leaving. We are also collecting the dragon balls for this purpose. I am very sorry for the stress and contortions that I put you through by my arrogance and actions. We may make on last visit before we depart, I haven’t decided,” the prince intoned. Then Vegeta turned his attention to Yamcha. “I’ll be around for awhile, yet. If you intend to get back together with her make her your one and only and your primary concern. If her mother contacts me and tells me that her daughter was in a flood of tears because she caught you cheating, I’ll mop the floor up with you before I e-mail you into another dimension.” With that, Vegeta took one last look at his former mate and gave a sharp nod, turned and left, with Kakarrot right by his side.

That had been really out in space somewhere. The company in Bulma’s room and the patient herself sat in complete shock, then Bulma screamed as tears exploded from her eyes. Her handsome prince was gone. Really and truly gone…forever.

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