Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta Reborn, Nerima Style ❯ Reborn ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

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Vegeta looked up at the ceiling of the country home. Thirty years ago his wife Bulma passed away, and his only two children Trunks and Bra were on the other side of the galaxy helping to reconstruct planets that Brolli had decimated decades before. They were well into their ninties, while the prince of the saiyjins was over a hundred-twenty, another testiment to the longivity of the race on or off the battlefield.

Goku still hadn't returned after disappearing with the dragon Shinlong. After the battle with the one star dragon, things had quieted down. So much so that Vegeta grew to like the quiet life. He had moved out into the mountain forests, closer to Chichi who was devastated after Goku left.

Closing his eyes, Vegeta breathed in the air. "Why couldn't I have seen what I was missing way back?" His voice was hoarse, and another coughing fit insued but no one came to check on him. He had insisted that he live alone without help, his pride insisted it even this
late in the game of life.

Images ran through his head of the dozen planets he had destroyed with Nappa, his fights with Goku... 'Heh, took me long enough to acknowledge him other than his saiyjin name, I owe my rival that much.'

Fast forwarding a year or two during those turbulant times, he smiled when he remembered meeting Bulma Briefs. The smiled turned neutral the Buu ordeal occured, and his argogant attempt at power that took the lives of hundreds at the stadium. 'That was when I finally turned my life around.'

Babi, the return of a perfected number 17, and the dragons. Those horrors were thankfully the last big hurtles the world had to face. No more need for ultra powerful warriors - anything now-a-days was taken care of by Ubuu and Dende from afar. Just peace...

"I wish I could startover, make up for the evil I committed. Then I could end this with a clear heart..." Vegeta clenched his fist, and a tear fell - the first he had let out since his wife left him.

"Vegeta-san, your wish is granted," a calming voice called from above him.

Opening his eyes, he was greeted by an angel, no... a goddess! As darkness claimed him on his death bed, he let out his last breath. A second later, bright light flashed around him. The next phrase he did not expect.

"Congratulations Mrs.Hibiki! Its a boy, perfect twins! What is his name?"

A calm, loving voice came as the once saiyjin was held softly, "I'm unsure."

The goddesses above grinned, and planted a thought. "I know, he will be called Vegeta."

Vegeta cooed at the name. 'I won't forget the past, but I will build for the future. Thank you Kami, and Goku teaching me the wisdom of your ways.'