Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Big problems in a small package ❯ 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Vegeta landed in an alley street of the north city. He looked at all the people for a minute. Their sense of style, hair color, eye color, and clothing. Some people reminded him of a few saiyans at first glance but, they lacked many qualities. He walked out of the alley surprised nobody really noticed him which really confused him. Something is a miss here. Those warriors and the one idiot know about me. Why had they not warned the population yet? This does not add up! People should be running in fear saying “ Watch out it is the ‘The child of death’ or ‘The Saiyan monster’ or even ‘The messenger of death.’ Or my personal favorites ‘The killer prince.’ is here! But, nothing? They should at least be yelling something. It is like these people can not see me or they do not know who I am. Strange but not impossible I suppose. The system of goverment may not want freak out the public yet.

Vegeta contied on growing less annoyed and confused as he started not to care.Strange but, fine. First thing first is to find a placement outfit. He looked down at the remains of his training suit. This one is about to leave me. Then something to eat. Then I will have some real fun. Looking up he watched at a teenager possibly young adult walked pasted him in an outfit that caught his interest. Once he pasted him Vegeta turned moving into the other line of traffic he watched as he moved into an alley as Vegeta followed two steps in before jumping up to the roof. The man turned thinking if not feeling that someone was following him. But, he saw no one but, those in the streets. Shaking his head, he turns back around unaware of a pair of watching eyes that were.

Vegeta followed watching him as he started towards other young men in the alley. Vegeta hunched down listening to them curiously.

“So what’s the haul?” Vegeta tried to grasp what he was saying. He knew at haul meant about four different means. He was sure it didn’t mean he was pulling or dragging anything or that he traveled a long distance and he didn’t see any fish. So he realized it could only mean one thing something obtained illegally. While he thinking he missed to answer but found out was it haul was when he looked down. A big piece of glass? No wait. It is a mineral deposit. A diamond I think if I not mistaken. A valuable thing on this mud ball of a planet.

“What a rock! You’re the man!” I believe this qualifies as slang. I should have learned the language from the scar-faced loser. He seems like the slang type. Well, It is too late for regrets and I am tried of this conversation. I think I will just get for what I come for. He stood and jumped off the roof of the building right on top of the unsuspecting punks. Knocking two out instantly on impact he punched one in the gut leaving the one that caught his eye the only one left. He smiled as the guy look confused and terrified.

“A kid? But that’s . . . how? What do you want?” Vegeta used his Saiyan speed to behind him before the guy could comprehend what happened. Jumping he twisted to chop the guy’s neck making him land on the alley street. He watched the man fall to the ground with a smirk on his lips. He grabbed the man collar of the jacket lifting him into a kneeling position. He slipped it off the man letting him off back down hard to the ground. He turned the sleeves out the right way before examining it farther. He liked the feel of it but it was too big for him plus he didn’t care for the smell that was coming off it. With his curiosity fulfilled he dropped the jacket and went over towards the middle seeing the rock they were all admiring. He could see himself in the reflection of the surface. It reminded him of the royal pendent he had to wear on important meetings. After some thought he deciding to keep it. He tucked it next to his body using his tail to keep a hold of it while calmly walking out of the alley.

Still no one really gave too much notice to him which was refreshing in a way. The yelling and blood curdling screams did get on his nerves pretty quickly. He stopped looking up at a building that had different type of clothing ranging from what he saw earlier to what he was seeing now on the street through the window. Walked through the other walking line to the building’s door and he opened it walking through. There was one lady seemingly reading something that was like a book but it was smaller than one. He couldn’t think of the word and it wasn’t that important. Walking past her without her even seeing him so went to the area for his size clothing.

Most of the articles of clothing made him turn up his nose in disgust. He looked around more finding mostly the same things until he found exactly what he was looking for. A small leather vest with some chains that where connected to the pockets. The vest was nice but, he needed a shirt to go with it. Looking around again he saw a plain white shirt with no sleeves. With black leather and the white undershirt all he needed was some boots and probably some pants too if he can find one that had the same mobility as ones he was wearing.

Moving on he didn’t care for the jeans which was most of the selection. They were only a few types he liked but, most restricted motion too much for a fighter. But one leather type like the vest seemed intriguing enough. Now all that were left was some boots. When the way the sign said the shoes were located. Just before he got there, he saw a display of gloves that were the same material as the vest and pants.

But, what was strange was there didn’t have full fingers. There were open ended. He stopped picking up pair on. They were snug at first but then slide across his hand. Making a fist he found the material allowed the moment much like his old white gloves. He put on the other one throwing a few punches.

Keeping them on he walked onto the shoes and boots area. He looked in the area with them all in a row. Most were footwear that had too little material and stopped just before the ankle. Going farther he found one more to his liking. Again black and they had a style close to his old ones. Only difference was that they did lace up a bit. He picked them up and again with his Saiyan speed he picked up all the other articles before anyone could notice the strange breeze. He went into an unused fitting room. He striped out of his suit and put of the articles he chose earlier out of the mess of rejects on display.

He laced up his boots before he looked at himself in the full length mirror. He crossed his arms over his chest looking himself over. He liked the non royalist look. Picking up the diamond off the floor with his tail, he tucked it into pants pocket. He looked at his old suit and back at the mirror. Going back to his suit he tore off a long strip and wrapped it under his bangs tying it in a knot behind his head. He smirked as he walked out of the dressing room and was approach by the cashier.

“Hi there, sweety. I didn’t see you walk in.” Vegeta looked at her not liking how she was talking to him like he was a little kid. Vegeta crosses his arms over his chest.

“That’s because you wear reading that book.” She looked back at the counter seeing her magazine.

“Oh! My magazine! I got so interesting in it I don’t notice you or your parents walk in.” Vegeta still just looked at her getting annoyed with her in more ways than one.

“You did not notice my parents because they did not walk in.”

“What! You’re here by yourself!?” Vegeta winced at her screaming. He was glad he wasn’t a Namekic or he would be on the floor holding his head.

“You sound astonished by that fact.” This girl is really starting annoying me. All I want to do is wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze. Hn. Maybe later.

“If there not here then. Where are they?” He started laughing walking past her.

“My mother I never had a chance to know and he father. Let us just say with any luck his in the two levels below heil. Have a nice rest of your life. Which will not be too long.” He walked out of the door as the girl got over her shock

“Hey! Wait!” She yelled running after him and outside not seeing him anywhere. “Where did that boy go?” Vegeta was long gone.

X)(X

Everyone was going back to Dende’s outlook not liking the out come of the short fight. Yamcha bruised but was in a foul mood.

“I can’t believe this! We were beaten by a child!” Piccolo shook his head slowly.

“Not just any child. This child as you put it has been through this before more times than all had together. All this was routine. But, what’s next in his routine we can only guess.” Gohan turned his head towards Piccolo.

“Are you okay, Piccolo? What did he do to you?” Piccolo gritted his teeth at the memory.

“First he used a pressure point that works on every Namekic regardless and size and power level. I don’t know how Vegeta even knew about that. Then he searched through my mind and I couldn’t push him away. But, he didn’t stay they long. He was looking for something and only that.”

“Really? Hey I bet that’s how he can speck our language now!”

“What?” Goku turning back flying on his back in the air.

“After we noticed you were missing we had Dende speak for us but, Vegeta called down saying he wasn’t needed anymore. He was speaking your language perfectly.” Piccolo through about it for a long moment before replying.

“Perhaps. That could be it. But, of all things he could have learned from me. Why just that? He could have learned are abilities, weaknesses, or anything else for that matter including the dragonballs. Why would he give up that opportunity?”

“Because.” Gohan said out of the blue. “That wouldn’t be any fun for him. The language was needed but everything else is a challenge for him to figure out. And Vegeta loves a challenge.”

“So we wait for his next move?” Goku crossed his arms.

“For now. Yes. But, we will have to go the knock next time. Vegeta has to be stopped before he decides he had enough fun and needs to get back to work.” Everyone stayed silent as the flew the rest of the way to the outlook.

X)(X

The river was calm even with the fall water falling into it. A herd of deer were taking a drink as a twig snapped. Their heads snapped up and all started to run into the forest. A figure jumped down on a straggler of the herd. It cried out but a quick snap and, it was all quiet. Vegeta examined his kill and happy with his work. Wasting little time he ripped off the fur and started eating. He loved the blood taste in the meat. He worked his way up to it shoulder as the meat tore apart not as easily but, the rich taste more than made up for it.

“A deer. Nice flavor. I think I get few more in a minute.” He laughed as he licked his lips. He turned over the corpse and tore open the other side and ripped out the meat like his did the other side. He chewed with a smile on his face. He decided not to eat everything since there was nice supply plus the meat was the best part. He decided he was having all dessert today. He tore off the leg, joint and all and started eating through the thin fur that was still on it. He was getting a blood rush a lot like his was in battle but, it was different. This one made him feel relaxed while the other charged him up. surprisingly enough. I feel tried . . . sleepy even. No point in fighting it for now. I will take a rest than I will l go on the hunt again. Then it’s the idiots of this world turn to be destroyed. He walked to the river washing the blood off this face and chest.

Yawning his climbed the tree he was in earlier where his vest and white undershirt laid neatly on the branch. He leaned up against the tree resting is back on it while crossing his arms over his chest. One leg dangled down from the limp at his head dropped on his chest. A deep sigh left him lips as sleep came suddenly.

X)(X

Goku and the others landed on the platform where everyone waiting for their return. Everyone landed with their heads held down low. Yamcha walked off muttering curses under his breath. The others watched him go wondering why he was so upset.

“Okay, what’s his problem and where is Vegeta?” Bulma said in a stern voice meaning she wants the truth no matter the gory details.

“Vegeta made him look bad in his eyes but, I tried to warn him that Vegeta wouldn’t be beaten easily young or not. Some people have to learn the hard way.” Piccolo said as he walked away from the group going back up front to his meditation spot by the edge. Chi-Chi looked at all of them confused.

“Okay let me get this straight. Vegeta now as a child, beat all of you? Is that what I’m hearing?” Everybody looked down nodding. “Why should I be surprised? After all this is Vegeta. Nothing is ever simple with him, is it Bulma?”

“Hardly ever.” Chi-Chi and Bulma walked back to the building entrance. Goku cocked his head a little watching them.

“Well . . .” He said scratching his head. “That went better am I expected.”

X)(X

A blast racked through the area waking Vegeta from his silent slumber. He opened his eyes looking out tiredly trying to see the reason for his wake up call. Blinking the sleep away he saw two men walking his way with two fused poles in each of their arms. Looking closely he put the name to the object. So that’s what a gun looks like. At least one type of them. Funny looking little noise makers. Primitive too. Vegeta watched them, getting to his feet. He wanted to make them pay for waking him up. If there was one thing you didn’t do. It was waking up the Prince prematurely. Not even Frezia took that chance. He dropped down from the tree in the path of the hunters.

The hunters stepped back as a figure dropped down from the trees. Vegeta rose from his crouch looking at them with a stabbing glare. The shorter of the two turned to the taller one.”   “But how could he just jump from the tree like that without breaking something?” The taller one turned to him annoyed.

“Why ask me? How would I know that?” Vegeta listened to there conversion getting more bored by the second.

“Would you two just shut up! I am not a wild child nor do I live anywhere on this mud ball of a planet!” The two noticed his accent. He wasn’t a local boy and what he said made them more confused. “Now I am only going to say this once.” Vegeta bent down picking up two of the biggest rocks by his feet. “If you do not leave within the next three seconds. You die where that stand.” One two blinked at him and started laughing.

“Yeah right child. That was a good one.” Vegeta stand up again no more annoyed that is already was at their laughing. He expected as much. People no matter what the species they always never looked past the physical appearance. He tossed the first rock up in the air and performed a spinning heel kick sending the rock through the shorter man’s skull. As Vegeta landed square on his feet he watched as the man’s eyes rolled back into head and fell backwards without as much as a groan. The taller man looked at his friend in disbelief.

“You . . . you . . . you..” Vegeta smiled at t he man’s fear and confusion.

“The phase is ‘you killed him’ but the question is, will you be next?” The man glared at him raising his gun intent on shoot the boy reasonable for it. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

“Oh you think I won’t shoot?”

“No. I know you will. But, a whole lot of good that will do you.” The man pulled the trigger. Vegeta wiped his hand in front of his heart. The man was frozen as the boy opened his hand showing the pellets that the shotgun shell discharged. Vegeta let the pellets drop them his hand to the ground by his feet. “Whole lot of good that will do you. Is that not what I said?”

“Y . . . your not human.”

“Do not tell me you just ‘now’ figured that out?” The man dropped his gun walked backwards. Vegeta just shook his head slowly.

“Loser. You had your chance to run.” He again tossed the rock in the air. As he did the man turned tail and ran knowing how his friend with killed.

The man fell to his knees fatally wounded but, still alive for the moment. Vegeta picked him up turning him around so his face was facing him.

“Why?” He coughed hard as blood was filling his throat. “Why did . . . you do this?” Vegeta smiled taking his other hand and started patting him on the head for a moment.

“Because. You and your friend there did a very stupid thing.” Vegeta moved in closer to whisper to his ear. “You two woke. Me. Up.” The man’s eyes widened in shock but, all the lights went out a second later. Vegeta let go letting him fall back dead to the ground. Vegeta turned on his heels back to the tree climbing back up to the branch on was on earlier. On leaned his back up again the tree and closed him eyes.

A minute went by as he opens his eyes again. “Great! Now I am fully awake!” He huffed hard as he was so annoyed he was shaking. He turned the other way of the branch trying to concentrate. He needed to be calm. And since he could rest his mind, he would work it instead.

X)(X

Vegeta sat there with him arms and legs crossed with eyes shut tight. He noticed the warriors didn’t wear scooters and could feel out ki. This was an advantage that he couldn’t past up. He figured if they could do it then so could he and in record learning time. He released his guard and lowered he defenses for once in his life. He could feel his and a couple small animal’s but, that wasn’t what he wanted to feel.

Gasping as millions of kis poured into his head nearly all of them were weak but, a few were so much stronger. As he was trying to block them out again he almost fell to the ground if his tail rapped around a branch that was on his way down. He hung there by his tail holding his head breathing hard as he blocked all but the strong ones. Once he with that finished he hands dropped as the pain stopped all together.

“Whoa. . . . what a rush. . . . . . That was . . . amazing. . . . That must be . . . . . what a scooter feels like . . . if it was not . . . . . an inanimate object.” He shook his head looking up at his tail and back at the ground. He laughed looking back at his tail again. He started laughing hard letting out stress of the overload of the senses.

Taking same deep breaths to stop his panting, he started swinging until he was high enough let go of it. Rolling himself into a ball his flipped to the ground landing perfectly on the ground. He closed his eyes again subconsciously flittering out all the small kis this time. He felt some strong suppressed kis which he was a hundred percent sure who they belonged to. All but, one wasn’t in same place. It wasn’t the weakest or the strongest but, it was more powerful than him. He couldn’t help but, smile and walked off towards the direction the ki was coming from. The element of surprise was one of his greatest weapons and he knew how to use it. He wasn’t one of the best warriors on Frieza’s ship for nothing.

Climbing up the rocky cliffs a bit away from the forest he surveyed the area. If I am to get to the area without using ki. I am going to have to find a different way that this without tipping off the enemy. He looked at the river that traveled down across the land. The river. It would take me most of the way but, once down there it will be hard to tell where and how far I have traveled down it. Yet, I do not see a better ki less way. Hm? What is the huge crater doing in the middle of the desert. A roar from a little bit and the side was a small plane coming his way. He smiled seeing this transport vehicle. He never took his eyes out of it as he waited for to come close enough but, he noticed something the plane was coming down like it was going to land right where he was standing. He moved to the opposite side of the small flat top cliff. As the plane touched down Vegeta covered his eyes from the dust and engine smoke coming his way.

Once it all died down Vegeta watched as the door came open seeing a older man with five cameras straps around his neck and a cameras on a stand in his hand. Vegeta stood there partly anger and part confused.

“My, my look at that view. Perfect for a shot.” He looked at Vegeta confused as well. “Well, look at this. Company. How unusual and so young at that. Well I don’t mine.” Vegeta swallowed his anger at being called young and approached the man who was setting up his equipment. The old man turned to his guest. He wasn’t sure why but, something told him this child was normal. “How did you get up here anyhow, little boy?” Vegeta frowned at the nickname the old man used but, was able to force the anger down. He could easily kill this old man but, it would be a waste of energy plus his one weakness was playing a hand in this. His investigatory nature. He wanted to know what he was doing up here and why all the cameras.

“I climbed. It is rather easy to do at my age as limbs still work properly.” The man saw a revenge look in the boys eyes. Meaning he didn’t like being called little and could give a good as he got.

“Touche. I didn’t mean to offend you by my remark young man.” Vegeta smiled that made the old man flinch on how unchild-like it was.

“No offence take kind sir.” Vegeta bent at the waist with his arm going across him stomach in some sort of bow or sign of respect. But, in a way it felt a was mocking in and way. He noticed the boys accent too. It was different than any other kind he heard from any around this area. He just didn’t fit in some way he couldn’t pinpoint. Shaking the thoughts away he noticed the boy taking a interest in the camera he just got done setting up.

“I’m a photographer of nature. I get pictures of untouched nature.” Untouched nature? If I understand this planet that is slowly becoming extinct.

“A rarity.” The old man looked at him with surprised eyes.

“Yes. Yes it is.” The old man looked through the sight of the camera and started lining up shots.

Vegeta watched a little longer weighing his options on what to do with this man. I could just kill him and fly the plane myself. I flown hundreds of space ships and this low tech vehicle should not be a problem in anyway. But, on the other hand he may prove to be much more useful to me alive somehow. I should not waste resources. Normally this would be easy to decide but, this one seems to be somewhat close to my intellectual level. A rare find indeed. I may want to keep this one alive a bit longer. He heard snap shots being taken along with him seeing the camera being tilts up and down and to the sides.

“Lovely shots. Where next?” The old man was talking to himself. Vegeta smiled seeing an opening for him.

“Have you ever tried the desert?” The man snapped out of his trance of thought looking at him.

“Desert? No, I never have. You think I would get good shots of untouched nature?”

“Answer me this. Do you know anyone who would want to live or even visit a untamed desert?”

“Good point.” The old man scratched his chin. “The desert it is!” He quickly grabbed his tripod and put it in the plane. Vegeta seeing his chance chimed in.

“Mine if I bum a ride with you. I am going that way.” He really hated talking that way but, it seemed necessary at the moment.

“To the desert. Whatever for?” Vegeta stepped closer to the ledge of the mountain top at pointed out.

“See that crater. I want to know what made that. As you can see what it was, was done only recently. That is all.” Vegeta saw the man studying him. He didn’t mine. It was true. He did what it see it.

The man was unsure. This small child wasn’t like other children. He talked to well and proper but dressed like a hoodlum. His accent was not from around here and he was in the middle of nowhere. But, he didn’t see the harm. What would a child do anyway?

“Okay. Get in.” Vegeta smirked as he walked and stepped in the plane moving the man’s equipment and sat down as the man put the key the engine and started it up. The engine was loud and the whole plane shook. “Here we go. Next stop: The desert!” This guy a bit nuts but, he beats Nappa’s company any day. Vegeta looked down at the ground and relaxed into the seat. And this beats walking and river rafting any day.

X)(X

Eighteen stood there on watch even after her knew the others came back. Vegeta was still at large. Somehow she knew it. But, she didn’t have a clue where he could be. She sighed deciding to stay here a little longer. She figured Bulma would go crazy and she didn’t feel like hearing it right now. She never felt like hearing it.

Hearing something she looked up seeing a plane that didn’t belong to Bulma or the others. Why would anyone come out here for?

X)(X

Vegeta has his eyes closed for nearly the whole trip. The old man put the plane on auto pilot and turned to his guest.

“Say. We have gone all this way and I still don’t even know your name.” Vegeta had to stop himself from saying prince and of saiyans.

“You can called me Vegeta.”

“Vegetus, hm?” He growled.

“No! It’s Ve- than ge- and then -ta. Ve-ge-ta. All together now! Vegeta! It is not that hard!” The man was startled by the boy’s tempter. He swore he could feel heat coming off him.

“Vegeta. Sorry and strange name but, you are an unusual chi. . .” He stopped from saying that word. “Young man.” Vegeta noticed the mistake he almost made and chuckled a bit. He calmed down instantly.

“Where are my matters? And you are?”

“I am Irvine Rooster. Nature photographer.” Vegeta looked down seeing the crater below them. Irvine looked at Vegeta and then out the widow. “Here’s your crater you wanted to see. Doesn’t look like any meteor I ever saw. One of that size would have caused ten times more damage than this. But, what else could it be?” Vegeta looked down agreeing with him completely.

“Yes, quite. What else?” Looks like an energy attack that was spread outward like a . . . self-destruction. But, only saiyan have that kind of attack that spreads out. But, this can not be. It just can not. I just get to the bottom of this! The plane landed a mile away from the crater. He didn’t even wait for the plane uncomplete on the ground when he got out of the plane.

“Huh?” Irvine watched as the Vegeta figure disappeared over a steep hill. “That boy really wants to that. Hm? He is a stranger one but then again so am I, so I’m told.”

Vegeta ran faster than a of human could stopping as the ground ran out just before his feet. Looking down he saw the middle of it. It was at least a few miles long but, it was overly deep. Unknown to him a pair of ice cold eyes spotted him. Who is that? He looks familiar? Wait! Is it? I think it is.Eighteen stood up and flew slowly to towards the boy. Meanwhile Vegeta held out his hand over the ledge.

“It is my aura.” He went down on one knee if it get a better look. It is a little different though but, it is still no doubt mine. But, how can that be. One I am still alive and two I do not have enough power to create a crater of this size and depth.” He whispered without realizing it. “A clone maybe? No. It would not have any difference in it power level than I do. But, that does not help the fact this is here. Talk about a mystery. Maybe Frieza’s just messing with my mind. Trying to get under my skin. It is possible. He likes doing that.”

“Vegeta!” A female voice rang out of above him. He ignored her. “Vegeta!” Again he didn’t pay attention to her. “Vegeta!” Vegeta looked up saw a female. That was the ki signature he original came after but, her presence took a back seat.

“Would you be quiet for a moment?! I can not even hear myself think with you screeching like a banshee!” Eighteen narrowed her eyes and flew down right behind him. “Maybe that is all this is. One of Freiza’s mind games. Well, I will not let him bother me.” Eighteen recognized the name. She heard Goku and Krillen talking about him. The stories were bad but, Vegeta past had to be much worse.

“Frieza is long dead.” Vegeta smiled at thought then pushed it away.

“Sure he did. Died in his sleep after I left, right?”

“I’m serious! He is already dead. This isn’t the time you think it is.”

“You must be one of those kinds of machines that will explode if you do not keep talking. I take it.” Eighteen narrowed her eyes. She just knew it would come to this but, she didn’t want to permanent hurt him. She knew what was like to be confused like this. “It does not matter.” Vegeta turned towards her taking off his vest and throwing it to the side. “All people have to die sooner or later. Might as well be now. And that includes humanized androids too.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” She watch his eyes go dead giving her a look that many said she had. Cold and voided to all that was around her. Is this what people see when they look at me?

“Do not worry. You will not. Pain is a foreign language I refuse to learn.” Vegeta looked at her as she got into fighting stance.

X)(X

Goku stuffed one more fork full of food into his mouth before taking notice of Eighteen’s battle aura spiking up. Swallowing the last but he got up from the table and looked her the others seeing if it was only him or if it was happening. Bulma nearly smashed into him when he rounded the corner.

“Sorry Bulma. Where are the others at?” Bulma noticed the stern look instead of his usually happy go lucky face.

“Piccolo is out front meditating and, the others are around here somewhere a little by the ledge.” Goku nodded and stepped around her.

“Goku?” He turned.

“Is Vegeta right now really a threat?”

“I don’t know. His weaker but, there’s something he has now that gives him an edge that he lost when he grew up. I don’t know what but, it might be bad for us.” Bulma just nodded and walked on her way.

The situation was staring to get to her now. Even he could tell that. Goku turned knowing making her talk about it would make it worst. Vegeta was the same except it would be worst for Goku since Vegeta talked more with his fists. Unlike Bulma, Vegeta could talk the talk and back it up ten fold. Goku walked through the deserted hall to the outside platform seeing only Piccolo. Goku started towards stationary yet, floating figure.

Before Goku could call out, Piccolo set his feet on the ground. He opened his eyes looking out over the ledge out towards the crater that Vegeta made before this whole mess begun.

“He’s fighting. Most than likely Eighteen. She strong but, we not sure of Vegeta abilities at this age. I was wrong before. We do not know our enemy.”

“But, younger or not he’s still Vegeta. He just doesn’t remember that’s he our friend. Even if he won’t admit it.”

“I know but, we have to stop him from doing harm. We should go. The others should stay here. Vegeta seems to be on edge the people around. He might relax if there’s a smaller group this time.” Goku nodded his of confirmation.

X)(X

A crash could be heard from miles around that made Irvine Rooster take his head away from his perfect picture of untouched nature.

“What was that?” He turned looking behind him. “That was towards the crater.” His eyes went wide thinking that his new friend was in trouble. Throwing all caution to the wind he packed up his things and jumped into the driver seat, starting the engine in a hurry. Unknown to him the dangers that were over those hills were due to his new friend.

X)(X

Eighteen picked herself off the ground looking at Vegeta in shock. Not only was he reflecting her attacks but, the ones he landed were damaging. But, things just didn’t add up. Vegeta couldn’t be this strong if he was only around eighteen thousand ki points when he come down to earth many earth years ago. He was almost thirty years old then but, here a less than ten year version was beating her easily. She wasn’t that weak. She looked at him seeing there was nothing behind his eyes. No love of fighting, no mockery, no gloating, and no anger or hate. It was like he as dead inside. Like she used to be many years ago.

“Vegeta? Why are you not enjoying this? Don’t Saiyans love fighting? Where is the fire in your eyes you have when you fight?” Her questions fell upon deaf ears as Vegeta didn’t even seem to respond nor did he even move. Eighteen setting her jaw, rushed him realizing words weren’t going to do any good. The only thing he would respond to was her fists. If only I could get clean hits. I’m not that weak. She slid to a stop as she saw two figures appearing to the side of her.

Goku and Piccolo saw Eighteen and was a bit surprised at her appearance. She was bruised and a little bloody. Looking back at Vegeta, they saw that his pure white shirt didn’t even have a speck of dirt on it nor his face or body had a scratch on it. Eighteen wouldn’t take that kind of treatment without giving some back. But, Vegeta just was too strong for her. But, how and why were the questions they couldn’t get answers to.

“I do not remember inviting you to the party. I hate when people gate crash. It is so annoying not to mention rude beyond belief.” Eighteen noticed his eyes had life in them again. “I am beginning to like you. It is not bad you have to die though.” Piccolo tensed as he heard an engine of a low flying plane coming their way. He wasn’t the only one to notice this either. What is he doing here? A little annoyed, Vegeta jumped over grabbing his vest off the floor and, then up to the highest cliff a little bit behind him.

He laughed just loud enough so they could heard him clear. “Sorry. But that is my ride. I can not play with you anymore.” He stopped for moment for neither dramatic effect or waiting for the correct timing, no one could tell. Using the time to slipping the vest back on. “I will be back. Try not to miss me.” He turned his back on them and put both hands over his eyes gently. Eighteen against her better judgement flew up there as Vegeta turned pulling he hands away to his sides. Eighteen didn’t have time to pull away. “Super nova!” A blinding light and Eighteen’s scream of pain filled the air. Goku and Piccolo covered they eyes too late as damage was done. A thud could be heard, as Eighteen fell out of the sky to the hard, rocky ground below.   Irvine covered his eyes as the flash was too much for his senses to take. Vegeta seeing the plane he flew to meet it. Opening the door he pushed Irvine out of the drivers seat of pushed up the controls stabling the plane. Flipping a few switches my made the plane go into hyper drive. As he thought the technology was easy enough. Flying out of the flashes range he looked over seeing Irvine still nursing his eyes. Vegeta snorted in disgusted on how fragile humans were. “Humans.” It was so pathetically sad to him on so many levels. I would be doing this world a favor by destroying it. To save the humans from seeing how pathetic they really are in all creation. But, that would be to easy for them. Pain and suffering is the gift that kept on giving no matter what. But maybe later. He started laughing hard avoiding other motorists on the road with ease even that this high of speed in a relatively slow vehicle.

X)(X

Goku was the first to recover from Vegeta’s attack. Vegeta and his ki signal were both gone, along with the plane that was over head a minute earlier. Eighteen opened her eyes looking around. She acted foolishly and she knew it. Piccolo groaned opening his eyes not liking what happened there. Vegeta was besting Eighteen even though he was clear outmatched. There was to love lost between the two. He knew Eighteen wouldn’t kill him but, she wouldn’t be pulling punches either. Something was a miss here. Vegeta was skilled but, skill only went so far. Could it be possible? Vegeta was stronger as a child than when he came down here the first time. If he is ten thousand now with his being under ten and with his being eighteen thousand when he was thirty. That means in twenty years he only gained eight thousand more ki points. That makes no sense at all.

“So everyone ok?” Goku asked concerned.

“Fine.” Eighteen said plainly   “Yes.” Piccolo said right after her. Goku sighed. Again they didn’t get a hold of Vegeta. He was worse an a slippery fish. Slipping out of there grasp.

“Let’s go back to the lookout.” Neither one protested as they placed their hands on his shoulders. In a flash they all were back on the outlook in front of Dende and Krillen. Krillen looked shocked at his wife’s appearance.

“Eighteen what happened? Who di . . . . it was Vegeta wasn’t?” She nodded. “A sneak attack?” She shook her lowered head. “Head on?! But, he shouldn’t been able to take you!”

“Well, he did! I don’t know how but, he bested me, okay? Just me alone!”

“But.”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” She stomped away angry with herself more than anything. Krillen watched her go and disappeared around the corner.

“Was it something I said?”

X)(X

Irvine straightened out still mostly blind but, not to too much pain. He felt the plane moving but, didn’t understand it. He felt what felt like a small hand push him out of the seat but, he was to high in the air for that to happen among other things but, there was no doubt, that’s what is felt.

“Is someone there?”

“Well, dud. If nobody was there when you be a stain of the desert floor.”

“Vegeta?!”

“Who else would it be?”

“You are flying to plane?”

“No. My imagiary friend is.” Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Yes I am! And what low tech this is. This planet is so behind the times.” Irvine tried to understand what he was hearing.

“You’re an alien?”

“I am a Saiyan. The Saiyan prince to be correct. Charmed I am sure.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Good question. Wish I knew the answer. I just woke up here not long ago but, I have a job to do more than likely.” He opened his eyes still only seeing the outline of him but not much more.

“Your job?”

“Cleaning this planet of all inhabitants except animal and plant life if possiable.”

“Your . . . you’re joking me, right?”

“No. That is what I do and I good at it when I decide to start, that is.” Vegeta smiles at the look on the partly blind nature photographer. “Do not worry I haven’t decide to start . . . yet. I am having too have fun.” He made the plane go to a high altitude and get it in hover. He turned to his traveling companion. “So . . . where do you want to go next?” Irvine eyes cleared just in time to see Vegeta’s smile. He could to sure he was never more scared to his life than he was right now.

X)(X

Eighteen sat it an empty room trying to think about the fight. He was throwing her around like a rag doll. It didn't make sense to her at all and one thing bugged her. How did he know she was an android? She didn't tell him and, he sure didn't remember her. But, the most weighted thought on her mind was how he was able to be completely turned himself off. He was always cold but, this was beyond cold. This was dead to everything until the fighting stopped when Goku and Piccolo showed up. Why? He couldn't do that before. His anger was always a weakness. But he wasn't even gloating about the beating I was taking from him. And, I seemed he wasn't using much ki at all. So many things that I don't understand and that shouldn't be happening. But why and how? None of it makes sense.Why is this bothering me so bad? Eighteen pushed her thoughts away trying not to think about that which was hard for her to do. She just sat in the chair looking at the wall. "What is wrong here?" Hunching over on her knees she tried to think through one more time.

X)(X

Vegeta looked at Mister Rooster with a mock questionable look on his face. "What? What is wrong? Do you not want to have fun with me?" Vegeta again floored the pedal taking off again.

"I want to stay living!" Vegeta pouted his lips in mocking form again.

"You think I would kill you? Well, you be right but, not in a slow way though. I can do it in mean torturous ways that would make the toughest of killers pass out. Death is a part of life. It happens get over it." Vegeta looked over at the photographer. "Do not worry. That will not be for a awhile unless I get ordered to or I get bored. I am not even sure if they know where I am or not. A ship malfunction, who knows and who cares. Not me in both cases. Okay now let us . . ." A siren cut him off as the flashing lights went off. "Flashing lights? What does that mean?"

"It's a policeman."

"Police? Local law enforcement. What does he want?"

"You're going over the speed limit."

"You mean I am that the speed limit. This tanker will not go any faster."

"No I mean. In this area you can't go this fast. No where around here are you allowed to go this fast!" Vegeta stopped the plane causing the ploce man to fly past him before he realized he pasted him.

"You mean he thinks he is the boss of me?”

“Well I sure he . .” Vegeta wasn’t even listening as he angry took control.

“I do not think so!” Red sparks of pure power cascaded down his arms and back. “No one tells me what to do. I do as I please. What I want when I want it! Only one thing I have to listen to is not here! So I am the boss around here now!" Irvine pushed himself against his door afraid for his life as Vegeta was getting angrier with every word as more red sparks were shooting out past his body. Vegeta closed his eyes calming himself as the police man backed up.

The police man stopped again by the window. He looked inside seeing the young boy was in the driver seat. Vegeta pushed the button for the window.

"Hello."

"Okay, how old are you?"

"376 magtic clicks." The policeman looked at him weird.

"You from around here?"

"No where near. I am originally from far, far away." The policeman took off his mirrored shades.

"Well, here little boys are not allowed to drive vehicles."

"Really are we allowed to fly?" The police man looked at him not knowing Vegeta meant a double meaning.

"Now listen here you . ." He stopped as Vegeta was gone he a blink of an eye. "What? Where is he?" A tap on the shoulder made him turn looking at him.

"Well, I am I allowed to fly or not? Hm? Well?" The poilceman’s shades dropped from his hand that the shock of the flying boy.

"You’re . . . you’re flying!"

"Actually I floating in the air. If I was moving, then I would be flying. But I afraid you do not have the time to ponder that thought. For you will be dropping." Vegeta pulled him off the air bike and let him go. "Happy landings." Irvine looked down through the open window.

"Please save him." Vegeta looked at him.

"Why should I? One less human to kill later." Irvine racked his brain for a reason that would work.

"Have you ever been in an amusement park?" *What is that? Some kind of human thing I guess. Something for a the amusement of others is a safe bet.*

"No, why?"

"Because after work I go there. But, I couldn't have a good time if someone I saw was killed. That's just me."

"So, your saying if I save him, you will show me a fun time at this amusement park?"

"Yes!" He nearly screamed. Vegeta paid no attention to his tone. *Hm? Why not? Kill some time.*

"Okay."

Vegeta let his ki drop which made him drop. He angled himself to drop faster and he hit the ground first. Landing in a crouch, he stood under where the man was going to fall. The screaming man landed into the stretched out arms of Vegeta. "You okay mister police man?"

"I . . . I . . . I."

"Glad to hear it." Vegeta slowly float back up. Irvine watched as Vegeta floated up like an angel with the man in his arms. Vegeta set him on his bike. Vegeta seeing a few wires, he ripped them out before anyone could see any moment from him. "Careful driving now." Vegeta opened to door to the plane and grabbed Irvine placing him in the driver seat. "Bye now. Drive, human!" Irvine put in out of hover and took off. "I hope this park is as fun as you say because I am getting bored." Irvine just nodded and flew off in the direction of the park hoping his scary friend would have a good time. For the world's sake if not his own.

An explosion went on way behind them. Vegeta saw the blast in the side mirror on his side. Now, which would be more correct. I starting off with a bang or he went out with a bang.

X)(X

It wasn’t long The plane landed at a crowd parking lot. Vegeta stepped out not really amused. Drumming his fingers on his arms, as his arms where folding across his chest. He was tapping his foot impatiently. Irvine stepped out of the plane looking a bit ill from worry. Feelings have changed for him now. He wasn’t sure how to feel about this boy now. Friend or foe? Evil or misunderstood? Bad or conditioned? There was no way to tell. He wasn’t sure who this kid was anymore. He wasn’t sure who he was in the first place but, now he really wasn’t sure.

“Hurry up, old man!”

“Sorry, old bones.” He could hear something like ’stupid humans’ coming from him. Stepping around the plane towards Vegeta. He watched as Vegeta looked at the entrance looking at the people screaming, laughing, and in general having a good time. “Not too crowded today.”

“Whatever old man. You promised fun and you better deliver. I am beginning to get bored with you. I am not even close to joking.” Irvine walked ahead searching for his wallet to pay for the two tickets.

Unfortunately he couldn’t find his wallet. Vegeta walked past him but, stopped two steps ahead of him.   “What now?” Irvine paled again don’t knowing how he would react.

“I have no money on me.” Vegeta turned towards him slightly confused. Turning his head to the side with one hand on his hip.

“Okay. Your point is?” Irvine cleared his throat hard.

“We can’t get in without it.” Vegeta blood boiled at the word can’t. That word among a few others he hated with a strong passion. It was a matter of principle now.

“You forget who you are talking too! Can not is not an option with me!” Vegeta filled with new purpose scanned to parking lot seeing some people coming towards them. “Wait here. You move. You die. Got it?” Vegeta fazed out of sight. Irvine bit on his nails knowing his was serious about that and everything else he had said before.

The couple was laughing while walking up the ticket booth. Both saw a blur landing on the car next to them. The couple looked at the child not aware of the dangers that came from him. Vegeta flipped off the roof of the car in front of them. Vegeta hated acting like a low rate robber and murder but, sometimes you got to do what you got to do.

“Oh honey. He must be one of the acrobatics here.” Vegeta felt somewhat annoyed that they were confusing him for a human performer. But, strangely enough the other part wanted to perform a little bit like he used to at home before it was destroyed. Changing his mind for the moment he decided to show off a little. If anything to show he was better than some human. Starting with something light he cartwheeled around them in a tight circle. The couple turned with his every move in delight.

As Vegeta got back to the starting point, he moved into a handstand. Pushed off his hand landed backwards a few feet on one foot perfectly balanced. The woman of the couple nearly squealed in delight enjoying herself completely. Vegeta smiled and back flipped twice and jumped high over the couple with a very tight horizontal spin. Before touching the ground twisted in the air land again on one foot with his back to them. Using him unused foot his propelled himself to spin fast moving closer to the couple within two feet Vegeta stop facing them. Staring at them for a moment he smiled and bowed signaling he was done.

The woman broke into laughter and clapped at Vegeta’s performance. The man clapped too with a cracked smile but, nothing more. The woman took a step forward and started patting Vegeta on the head. Which Vegeta had to restrain himself from laying down of serious hurt. He hated being treated like a child. To Saiyans age was irreverent. Size was irreverent. Only strength and power mattered at all.

“That was amazing. You are a great little acrobatic.” The woman opened her purse giving Vegeta a small tip. The woman elbowed the man hard in the side. He grunted and took out his wallet doing the same. Vegeta took it and bowed again. The couple turned to leave as Vegeta smiled and droves his fingers into their spines. Choked gasps was all that was heard. Licking his lips Vegeta pulled his fingers out of their bodies and let them fall to the ground. If was so fast the material of their shirts didn’t even tear.

“Until death do you part.” Small stains of blood were on his finger tips. Bring it to his mouth he tasted it. He rather liked it. Salty and warm. Resisting to take another taste, he took all the money their both had on them he looked both down at female. “Here is a tip for you in the next dimension. Never pat a Saiyan on the head like that again. Makes us mad.” With that he fazed back behind Irvine.

“You moved.” Irvine jumped at the voice of the child. Vegeta laughed still holding the money in hand. Vegeta stopped suddenly and thrust the money into his chest. “That enough?” Irvine looked at the amount in shock.

“More than. How?”

“A tip for the greatest performance of their lifetimes. Now . . . let us go!” Irvine walked up thumbing through the money putting the extra away in his pocket not knowing what else to do with it. Vegeta being evil, picked pocketed him taking the money back that he gave to him a moment ago.

X)(X

Vidal walked past the booths looking for her father. She thought it be easy to find him with the crowds that formed around him. She used to be proud but, knowing the truth she was ashamed of his behavior. She wanted to go back up to the outlook and, take her father with her so he could explain the situation and why he took the credit for Gohan’s feet. She was about to give up when someone caught her eye. That small child that was supposedly a Saiyan. She didn’t see the tail and, he had different clothes but, something inside told her it was him. Walking quicker through the crowd not wanting to lose sight of them.

Vegeta felt someone following him. His warrior instincts were never wrong. Looking back over his shoulder he saw a teenage girl with short black hair at a brisk pace following them. Her ki was higher than normal humans but, still quite weak. She had enough to fly but, that was all. She was no threat. Turning back around to saw a ride that looked interesting enough. Irvine sensed where he was heading

“There a height requirement for that ride.”

“More of your human rules, I presume. Like it matters to me.” As they got that the line they saw it was terribly long.

“My. Look at that line.”

“Who says were waiting in any line?” Vegeta grabbed Irvine’s arm and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Appearing above the last coaster car and throw two people out of the seats. Vegeta snapped the harness over Irvine’s head and clicking it into place.

“What about those two?”

“Do not worry they landed in the water ride next to this one.” *And were knocked out by the impact and will drown.* Vegeta laughed as everyone else started to scream.

Vidal lost sight of them as they turned to corner. Only roller coasters where down this way and that small child won’t be able to ride being a little too small. She looked around but, were nowhere to be found.

“Where did he go? And who was that older man with him?” Annoyed she went between to tents and flew off back to the outlook tower just to see if the Saiyan child was still there or if he are really was here in this park.

X)(X

Piccolo felt a small ki coming towards them at a somewhat high speed. The ki was small and familiar. It was that girl of the tournament with Gohan. It would take a little bit for her to get here at her speed. She left before Gohan coming back to look her father. He wondered what the big hurry was. The supreme ki was hanging around still but, he wasn’t sure why he was still here for. Majin Buu was dead. Vegeta took care of that before he turned into a powerful and seemingly non-feeling child that was bent of killing and destruction.

Eighteen hadn’t moved out of that room since the fight. He could understand her distress. He was stronger now that when he first come down many years ago. He wasn’t sure and Vegeta wasn’t the type to hold back in any way, shape, or form. He liked to show off a bit to a lot depending on what he was showing off. Chi-chi was happy now but, Bulma started taking up the slack. A husband that was gone was better than a one that didn’t remember you in anyway.

X)(X

As the ride started pulling in the entrance again Vegeta unsnapped the harness and grabbed Irvine again fazing back to the ground.

“Well, that was boring. I have been on planets that moved faster than that.” Irvine started weaving on his feet. Vegeta annoyed sat him down on the bench behind them. “More of human problems again?”

“I never did well on roller coasters.” His face was turning green.

“Is this normal for humans?” Irvine looked at he ground taking to get his stomach under control which wasn’t working.

“Some yes.” He covered his mouth feeling he was going to be sick.

“You know, this is kinda entertaining in a way. You look like a lizerian. Such a nice race of people.” Vegeta sat down next to him for a moment. “I felt bad for about two seconds after I destroyed them. I really did but, orders are orders and my order was to kill without mercy.” Ad the feeling started to past he let his hand drop of his mouth.

“I thought you said you don’t take orders.” Vegeta narrowed his eyes but, he didn’t turn around to face him.

“Only from one I do but, only so I can bring him into false sense of security. Then I will kill him to the painful way I can think of. Like tie him down onto a pot of rats and heat the pot until the rats chew through his body to escape the heat. It is painful and fitting. The king rat getting eaten out of the inside out by ones of his own kind. Poetic justice. If I may say so.”

Vegeta smile cruelly as I could see the pained look on the lizard’s face as the shape toothed rodents did their job. But, small part of him felt sick of the thought but, it was pushed back so far away he didn’t notice it much any more. Most because he didn’t want to feel it. To do what he had to do that innocent part of him had to die. Shaking his head he sat up again. “So, what do you want to do now. I do not know about you but, I am quite hungry.” Irvine looked at him.

“You talk about dead and killing like that and now you say you’re hungry?” Vegeta looked over his shoulder at him.

“Did I studder?” Irvine felt a different air around him now. He felt if Vegeta felt remorse but, pushed it away maybe he wasn’t evil to begin with. Maybe he was turning that way and not all the way just yet. “Anything to eat around here or not?” The sickness passed and Irvine got on his feet.

“Why don’t we look?” Irvine stepped away going ahead

“About time.” Vegeta caught up easily. He couldn’t understand why he was sticking with this man for. He was weak and a bit annoying too but, something was there that intrigued him a bit. He wasn’t sure what and he wanted to find out. Again his one flaw was playing against him.

X)(X

Vidal saw the tower just ahead. Slowing down a bit her saw one of Gohan’s strange friends. The one with green skin and pointy ears. She stopped and dropped to the floor of the lookout.

“Oh! Hi! This is going to sound weird but, is that saiyan child still here?” Piccolo opened his eyes look at her strangely

“Meaning?”

“Still up here. In bed you know.”

“No. He got away. Why do you ask?” Vidal shifted under his glaze.

“Well, I could have sworn I saw him at the amusement park with an older man.” Piccolo stood on his feet with eyes alert.

“Are you sure?”

“I think so. I couldn’t see his tail like before and he did have different clothes but, I believe it was him.”

“Black leather?” Vidal’s eyes widened. It was him. Piccolo didn’t wait for her to respond as he turned walking to go inside to tell the others the news. Vidal followed him.

Goku was in the hallway trying to think on his own about the situation at hand. Looking over he saw both Piccolo and Vidal.

“Hey. Back already?” Piccolo gave Goku a look that said ‘This is not a social call.’ that made Goku serious up. “Did something happen?”

“She saw Vegeta.” Vidal nodded in confirmation until she heard the name.

“What? Vegeta? Isn’t that the name of the guy the destroyed the punching machine?” Goku turned to her.

“Yes.”

“Okay now, how many Vegeta’s are there here?”

“Only one.” Her eyes went wide.

“H-How is that possible? Not only did you say he was dead but to also grown down to a child state again?! What is going on?!”

“I don’t know.”

Gohan turned the corner seeing her. Vidal saw him a moment after he saw her.

“Yo . . your . . . you’re alive.” Vidal turned completely angry at Goku. “You told me he was dead! What is going on here Gohan. Tell me the truth. All of it.” Gohan looked at the ground.

“Where to begin?”

X)(X

Vegeta set down ten trays of food at a table in the food area as Irvine got a water since he was even hungry at all. Vegeta started chowing down on his food as Irvine watched in awe among a few bystanders. Vegeta swallowed as looked by at the bystanders annoyed. An unseen force knocked down two of them. And a loaded trash tray got dumped on two others. After those two events people scattered, leaving the area. Vegeta smiled and when back to his food.

“You did that.” Vegeta swallowed again looking right that him.

“So?”

“You can use telekinesis?”

“No, those guys just tripped while standing still and that tray had a life of it own.” Vegeta said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. “Oh come now. Use your head. Course I do. I am also a great fighter, genius, and a good dancer I told. You see I have many, many talents. That is just one of them.” Vegeta threw one tray off the table and started on the next one.

“How can you eat so much?”

“I am a Saiyan. We all can eat like this. But, I can go for months without food unlike other saiyans but, it makes me cranky. Really cranky. Worst than if you woke me up of my sleep and that is bad enough.”

“How many more Saiyan are there?” Vegeta dropped his fork on his tray looking at the table.

Irvine moved closer to him still staying on his side of the table. It wasn’t hard to see that Vegeta was visibly shaking.

“I-I do not-.” Vegeta clenched his fists as sadness and pain gripped his heart like he had felt a few times before. Something he hated to feel. Making him wish he didn’t feel at all. He wished he could be like his was in some battles. Where he was able to turn himself off and the body seemed to fight on it’s own free will. “I do not want to talk about this anymore.” Vegeta looked up with a look the could freeze men’s hearts from fear alone. “So drop it.” Vegeta picked up his fork again and shoved more food into his mouth at a faster rate.

“I sorry if I touched a sore sudje . . .” Vegeta looked up fast with crazy eyes that made Irvine shut his mouth quickly.

“You did not. I just do not feel like talking about my people right now. Not that you would understand anything I would have to say anyway. So just shut up!” Irvine looked away. He heard Vegeta sigh hard once and heard more munching. “You sure you do not want anything.”

“No I’m good.”

“Okay.” Irvine looked at Vegeta carefully now. He didn’t seem upset now. Like the conversion never happened. He sighed. What have I gotten myself into now?

X)(X

“So Vegeta is that the amusement park?”

“That’s what Vidal said and he was with a older man too.”

“It doesn’t sound like Vegeta.”

“A child in black leather? How many could there be in this area?” Goku nodded and looked up at Piccolo.

“We should get the others and form a plan.”

“Agreed.”

Within two minutes everybody except Bulma, Chi-Chi, Dende, Popo, Trunks, and Goten where rounded up. Goku stepped in front of them.

“Okay, according to Vidal, Vegeta at the amusement park with a old man. He may be a hostage or not we don’t know. Vegeta he somehow stronger than when he first came down but, he shouldn’t be able to take us all. We don’t want to kill him but, we may have to hurt him enough the he’s beat unconscious before we can get him to listen to anything we have to say. So we are going the park. Find him, alert the rest of us and then we engage. Not before. Vegeta’s smart. He will capitalizes on anyone mistake no matter how small. So we can’t give him the chance to do so. If everyone wants to back out I don’t blame you. Just say so.” Goku waited for anyone to take him up on that offer. Nobody did. “Okay then, grab on.” Everyone joined hands and Goku put two fingers to his forehand and made everyone disappear.

X)(X

Vegeta finished his trays as he felt the warriors and the small ki that girl had not very far from him.

“Why is it when you try to relax work seems to find you?”

“What do you mean?”

“There here to fight again. People never learn. No matter many times you smash their faces in the dirt. But, the same could be said about me too.” He turned to his older companion. “You may want to leave. I am finishing things this time. Play time is work. It time to go to work. So do not expect to live too much longer.” Irvine got up and ran away from him as Vegeta closed him eyes feeling out everyone’s ki. He go in order of how he found first. He wasn’t picky. They would be dead in do time.

Vegeta turned back to watch, as Irvine ran the best he could for his age to get away from the area. For some reason he felt like he would feel sad or maybe even upset for like two seconds if he was killed. It was a bit strange for him to feel anything like that for anyone anymore but, he demised it and pushed it to the back of his mind. Turning his attention back the high kied warriors that touched down in the park area.

Looking around he noticed the people here were still thick in the area and they were blatantly unaware of the dangers among them. Vegeta smiled cruelty as thoughts and ideals of how to use them to his advantage ran through his head at a fast pace. Each idea was more evil and brutal than the last with images that could scar most for life. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“What good timing. I was just getting beginning to get bored again.” He wiped the smirk off his face as he set his mind to the task at hand. “I really need to blow off some stream and killing those morons might be the therapy I need since I am mad enough to kill someone.”*Although I never needed a reason before to kill anything before.* Vegeta laughed again as he walked off slowly towards them keeping his ki low and stuck to the crowds to get closer the enemies without their notice. Not long he broke through of the crowd as he went in between two tents. Like a ninja he stuck to the shadows, sensing out the ones with the strong kis. He felt all of them coming closer the his position in a tight group formation.

Moving to the other side he watched as they started walking by slowly. Vegeta held his breath as Piccolo walked by so he wouldn’t hear him until it was too late. Yamcha took up the rear of the party and Vegeta decided to make him his first target. Stepping out he slowly followed them. As the group stopped, Vegeta ducked into a tent nearby.

A few cages rattled inside the tent as his stepped in. Vegeta was almost appalled by the treatment of the animals here. Weird that they didn’t growl or made any loud noises at his presence. But, most animals no matter what the planet he was on didn’t really do much when they saw him. Mostly because he was partly animal himself anyways and all of them seemed to notice that. All Saiyans were all like that to a point but, no other was as much as he was in any area. Turning his attention back the others he watched as it seemed like they all were waiting for the lookalike to say something to them.

Goku stopped as the path spilt into a four-way intersection. He turned back to everyone with a look that was is unGoku like. “Alright. You know what to do. Spit into teams and find him. Raise your ki when you do. Don’t engage him. Unless necessary. No heroics here. We need to make this a quick as possible to keep the death rate to a miniatum.” Everyone nodded and paired up into three teams. Piccolo and Goku, Eighteen and Krillen, and the last group was Yamcha and Gohan.

Vegeta watched as the blonde android and short man that was suppose to be a pincushion by now, went to the right while the Bardock lookalike and the tall namekic went to the left. Leaving only the stupid disgrace of a warrior, his first victim and the Bardock’s lookalike doubleganger going straight ahead.

Turning back to the cages, he reached out lifting the laches but still leaving the cages closed. If they hit the door hard enough now, the door would open. With that done he slowly stepping out of the tent causally he again used the walking crowds of people again to following them. He couldn’t wait to start work right now. He needed this. He seriously needed this ever so badly. He decided to start with these warriors and then work his way down. Which was everybody else on this planet. A smirk crept up his face just thinking about it. He so wanted people screaming and running in terror at his name just being mentioned like normal. It did just annoying but, he started to miss it now. Throwing caution to the wind he ran ahead to the walking crowd and not stopping until he was two feet behind them. As he expected, the two were turning at the sound of foot steps no matter how quiet they were. At the last second he jumped high out of their line of sight.

Yamcha looked hard knowing his heard something that was very close. He believed that he almost felt a breeze. He turned to Gohan.

“Tell me that you heard something, right?”

“Yeah I did, but . . .” Looking behind him that was nobody in that area due to the rides in that area being closed for the moment for cleaning and repairs. “There’s nothing here. Nothing at all.” Gohan looked around a bit more before turning back the Yamcha. “Were just hearing things. Come on. Let’s keep going.” Yamcha turned back walking parallel with Gohan looking carefully for the Saiyan fugitive. Vegeta sniffled a laugh as they were walking towards his position. This would be too easy. This is so pathetic it is not funny. I was so hoping so challenge this time. Oh well. A job is a job. Time to get to work. I will start with these morons and then move on.

X)(X

Vidal and Chi-Chi where in the kitchen sipping on some herbal tea that Mr. Popo made for them. Vidal put her cup down on the table.

“Mrs. Chi-Chi? Now I understand about the Sayians and the ki power but, one thing I don’t understand.’ Chi-Chi looked at her as if seeing what she was going to ask before she would ask it. But she couldn’t see the question on her mind.

“What is it?” Vidal looked back at her.

“How can someone revert to a child again? Magic or no. it doesn’t seem possible.” Chi-Chi and the others wanted to know that answer to that question so badly but, everyone came up blank on that issue. No one could explain it.

“We don’t know. But, he undeniably did somehow. The how is what we didn’t know. It makes no sense but, half the things they have done and that’s including Vegeta as well, makes no sensing at first. Then it ends up saving the world.” Vidal lifted her cup again to take another drink. But, the thick, warm liquid did nothing calm her mind from the plague of all this new information and still the huge question that weighted it down. This would take some time to sort this out.

X)(X

Gohan and Yamcha walked past the last tent where Vegeta was waiting for them. As he saw their shadows Vegeta pulled up the tent’s flap and ducked under it as they got to the end. Vegeta walked out the tent seeing a prefect view of their backs.

“Well this is a dead end.” Vegeta smiled at the statement.

“You do not know how right you are.” Both turned at the voice they heard only a few times but, they knew it so well. Vegeta moved so quick Gohan had a hard time telling where he was moving to. Before Gohan could do anything, Vegeta had an unconscious Yamcha by the throat. Gohan started raising his power. Vegeta smiled cruelty waves one finger at him. “I would not do that. Unless you want him dead. You will lower your power back to normal settings this second.” Gohan froze in body and in power.

“But. But how . . . ?”

“How did I know?” Gohan nodded still stunned. Vegeta looked straight into his eyes that made Gohan stop breathing for a moment until his body reminded him to do so. “I just learned to read power levels without a scouter not to long ago. It was truly an interesting experience. Quite a rush too. Now put the rest of your ki down now or your friend here is going to die a rather painful death called the ‘slow bleed out’.” Gohan felt he had no choice but, to do what he said to do. Gohan lowered his power all the way back down. “Good boy.”

Gohan looked at the dead like Yamcha that was in Vegeta’s grasp. He swallowed hard not knowing much about this Vegeta.

“Okay. Did as you said. Now, let him go.” Vegeta raised he hand pointing two fingers forming a ki notsurasi also known as the sword of ki. It was thin and short but, highly deadly.

“Giving me demands? How highly rude of you. Did anybody teach you any matters?” Vegeta smiled at made Gohan’s skin crawl. “Now try asking nicely. I maybe I will.” Gohan took a deep breath.

“Please. Let him go now.” Vegeta smiled harder.

“Much better . . . No.”

“But you said . . . !” Vegeta cut him off before he could finish

“I said maybe. I never said that I would. You have to be more careful on what people say and how they say it.” Vegeta pressed the ki blade hard on Yamcha not yet breaking the skin but, it was a hair away from doing so. Gohan sucked in air as he saw the sword point pressed hard on his comrade’s neck. Looking back into Vegeta’s eyes seeing no remorse or even pity in any way.

“Please don’t hurt him. You have me. I won’t fight back if you will leave him alone. I promise you that. Please just let him go.” Vegeta looked at him completely unmoved by his speech.

“Now why would I give up my advantage? Because you asked? Oh come now. That is pathetic on so many levels.”

Gohan was nearly shaking with something that felt like rage. His Saiyan side was showing itself in fighting more lately.

“What do you want then?” Vegeta tilted his head slightly confused.

“What do I want?”

“Yeah.” Gohan said with a nod of his head. Vegeta blinked a few times thinking about the question for the moment before regaining his composer.

“Well, . . . no one ever asked me that before. Well I guess the stuff people take for grant, you know. To destroy when I want to, to kill when I want to, to eat when I want to, to not take orders from the lizard that destroyed my planet along with my people, to go to sleep without having to wake up every hour so someone does not try to slit my throat while I am sleeping, to not be chained to the space ship’s wall and whipped until my back is laid open with a snake coil whip because I refuse to scream while I am being tortured with red-hot pokers, leather like straps, heavy chains and the ever so popular pounding fists to ever part of my body and so on and so forth. And stuff like that I guess.” Gohan was stunned again that all the bad things that happened to him and he said it so causally. Like he didn’t care too much about it. It was kinda sad. Vegeta snapped out his strange attitude and back to his more stoic self. “But I am sure you really care.” Vegeta said with a careless wave of his unused hand.

“I do care, Vegeta.”

“I am so sure.” If Vegeta sarcasm was any thicker it would choke out the air.

“What happened to you was horrible.”

“Such is life. Which I am doing you and this loser a favor by ending it quick enough.” Gohan took a breath deciding to try a different approach.

“Vegeta, please.” Vegeta gave out an all-knowing look.

“Begging for your life is not going to help. I would have to have heart first for that to work and, I am fresh out of that right now.” Gohan shook he head hard if to convince himself of that.

“Vegeta. You’re not that evil.” That least you weren’t that evil.

Vegeta sighed while not taking his eyes off him. “Three things. One: stop talking to me like you know me. It is getting on my one and only nerve. Two: not so loud. You will wake up your friend here. And three: I am so bored with you right now.” Vegeta turned his attention to the groaning Yamcha for a moment that back to Gohan. “Maybe he can brake up the boredom. He is not as lively but, a knock to the head will do that. What do you think?” Gohan’s anger was starting to peek at Vegeta’s lack of caring demeanor and actions.

“What do I think? I think that you have no honor.” Vegeta narrowed his eyes as he bared his teeth for a moment before calming himself down moments later.

“One must make sacrifices in order to accomplish one’s goal. That is true, is it not? I must live until the death of the lizard and not a moment before his last breath. So sometimes I have to do things that are not so honorable and I regret that. I do what I have to. That is all. Besides I do not have to justify myself or my actions to anyone and that is including you.”

Yamcha started struggling in Vegeta’s grip still half awake half in la la land. Vegeta annoyed hit him with his fist on the top of his hand stopping all the movement but, his life force was still there but, not so strong like it was before.

“Stop it, Vegeta! He’s completely defenseless! That’s no reason to do that!” Vegeta didn’t react to Gohan’s out burst in a physical way.

“Those that are defenseless, should not come to oppose me. People no matter the species, must take responsibly for their actions no matter how imbecilic it might be.” Vegeta stood there unsure why he was just staring at the warrior. Why have I not attacked him yet? Why am I just standing here?

X)(X

Eighteen stopped as Gohan’s energy rose up slightly. She waited as it stopped and then lowered all the way down again. Krillen stopped as he noticed his wife wasn’t by his side. Looking back through the crowd he saw her a couple few away. Fighting back through the crowd, he got back to her. He saw her looking away into the distance.

“Hey! You okay?”

“Must have been a false alarm.” Krillen looked at her confused. “Gohan’s power rose slightly and dropped.” Eighteen explained knowing that he didn’t feel the energy rise and drop.

“Oh.”

“Doesn’t matter. Let’s keep going.” They continued on without knowing the danger that Gohan was in not very far away.

X)(X

Vegeta stood their before Gohan still holding the ki blade to Yamcha’s neck. Gohan wanted to get Yamcha away from danger but, Vegeta had amazing speed that even gave him in super Saiyan a run for his money.

“Let me guess. It was that short, black-haired girl with a slightly higher than normal ki that tipped you off to my location, yes?” Gohan took a moment to realized he was talking about Vidal.

“Yeah.”

“I told the lookalike, the android, and the tall namekic I would find you. If you ready wanted to die. All you had to do was ask.” Gohan narrowed his eyes.

“Then why hadn’t you kill me yet?” *Maybe because it is too easy. Yeah. That is it! No challenge no fun.*

“Killing is an art form. It can not be rushed. Besides what fun would that be anyway?” Vegeta shifted Yamcha’s head to the inside of his elbow. Stopping him there, he brought up his arm while bending it. The pressure started to wake Yamcha up as his started choking from the squeeze arm like a vise to his throat

“I will be nice. Tell me which way he should go. Should I cave his head in, choke him to death or send this ki blade through his neck?” Gohan shook his head like he couldn’t believe that he asked him that.

“What! No! I am not going to chose the way he dies! Forget it!”

“You are no fun at all.” Gohan wasn’t sure what to do. Vegeta was so strong with hardly using any ki. He was too strong for his age. Stronger than when he first came to earth even and his was much older than this. Was he tapping into his power that he had before the transformation somehow? He wasn’t sure what to expect from the child form of Vegeta. What Vegeta said earlier was right. He’s not innocent. Maybe he never was. But, he couldn’t be a hundred percent evil either. Not now. Not ever. There had to be a pure part of him somewhere inside his heart. Buried beneath the anger, the rage. There had to be. Somewhere deep inside. There was a part of him that was uncorrupted by the evil that was done to him and the evil that he had done.

“Do you really want to kill him Vegeta? Or so you want to give you an excuse too?” Vegeta looked at him confused but, stayed on guard.

“You are a weird one or insane. I have not made up me mind which. Not that it will matter much longer.” Vegeta reformed the ki blade into a thin, hard to see ki band around Yamcha’s neck and dropped him by his feet. “But, since your not going to be any fun. I guess I will get started with the pain and killing.”

Gohan crashed into a crowd tent. People started running out scared for that lives as the tent collapsed around them. Vegeta couldn’t help by smile as people screamed and ran in a panic. Gohan knocked cobs weds out as he got out of the wreckage of the broken tent. He didn’t see that coming. He could believe that. He looked over at Vegeta how was smiling. Not a smirk but, a true smile. That was freighting. Vegeta floated on the hardly on ki. Gohan launched into the air next to him. Vegeta put his hand next to his ear.

“Ah. The sweet, sweet sound of mayhem.” He started chuckled. “I should very burn this on a cd. So I could listen to it on those long space pod rides.” He turned back to Gohan. “Say now. Why do you not raise your power up so the others will come? That is what you wanted to do in the first place.” Gohan recoiled slightly.

“H-How?”

“How could I know, right? So could I not know? I have seen and killed your kind before. It all becoming very routine, even boring. I quit if I could but, not yet.” Gohan couldn't help but, find him a little interesting. Vegeta at this ago seems to like to talk. He must have decided not to after a while. Probably deciding that was no point in it or something. Gohan yelled as he raised his power and Vegeta looked on not worried as Gohan power raised higher and higher.

X)(X

Goku and Piccolo turned at Gohan’s power rose. Now noticeable was a smaller and dark ki presence that they felt only once but, they knew it by memory from the first time.

“Hang on.” Piccolo put his hand on his shoulder. As Goku put two fingers to his forehead and disappeared.

Eighteen and Krillen both felt the power increase from Gohan this time. Eighteen looked back to where her looked before.

“I guess he was on the right trail. Come on. Move it.”

“Yes ma’am.” Krillen flew after Eighteen. “I know this day would be trouble. Ow!” Krillen rubbed his head looking at Eighteen. “What did you that for?!”

“No reason. I just felt like wacking something.” Krillen brought his hand down looking to see if there was any blood. There wasn’t but, the pain didn’t stop because of that fact.

“I should have stayed home.”

X)(X

Eighteen and Krillen stopped by Goku and Piccolo. Krillen looked around seeing someone was a no show.

“Hey where is Yamcha?” Vegeta turned to him.

“If you mean the scar faced, sad excuse of a warrior. He is down there.” Vegeta pointed to the ground where he laid.

“What did you do to him?” Vegeta smirked.

“He is live, if that is what you mean. For how much longer is up in the air, you can say.” Vegeta again as to refrained himself from laughing. Even though he did it right in front of Gohan. No one knew about the ki band around the Yamcha neck. He was in control of the ring and he was in the air. A joke only he understood. But, the time for jokes was over. It was time for work. “But enough about that.” Vegeta took off the vest letting it drop to the ground. “Let us get started.”

“Vegeta stop this! There . . .” Vegeta cut him off in a high pitch mocking voice.

“There is no need to do this. There is no need to fight. We could all be friends! Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!” Vegeta glared back he talked in his normal voice again. “Do you know how many times I heard this? The begging and the pleading? I could tell you stories til doomsday.” Vegeta claimed himself down again. “But, enough. Shall we start to fight before I am bored to an early grave by this chatter? Besides I have paperwork up to my eyebrows and it is only getting higher. I do not have time for all this. You are setting me behind! In addition I had to set up Nappa birthday ceremony. I promised I would not beat . . . and . . . you have no clue on what or whom I am talking about. Why am I telling you this when I could be pounding you into bloody pulps by now?

Vegeta stopped looking at him and back at the sky for a moment. “Man, I am losing what is left of my mind.” He whispered as he shook his head hard. He didn’t talk this much usually. “Enough of this.” Vegeta closed his eyes and started powering up, yelling out in a low voice making him sound older than he really was. His bangs flew up straight and his hair flew around in a ki caused breeze. Everyone was taking back by the power he was admitting. He was pushing past a hundred thousand.

X)(X

Vegeta’s scream died down as a reddish aura surrounded him. Slowly he brought his head foward with bangs falling back into place, looking with iced-over eyes that Eighteen seen once before. Goku looked at Gohan, who looking back at him and nodded. Both stepped forward for a double team attack. Vegeta didn’t even blink as he got into his fighting stance that was nearly the same. Only a few small differences could be seen but, it was still tight and completely flawless.

“Let’s try and do this. Quick and painless as possible.” Gohan nodded once as he took his father’s lead and rushed Vegeta. Goku went for a bear hug hold but, found his arms empty as Vegeta moved at the last second planting a foot in Gohan’s face. Gohan landed on the ground hard with a bloody nose for his trouble. Vegeta turned in mid flip, landed on the top of a tent next to the one that was collapsed. Goku turned seeing Gohan on the ground. “Gohan! You alright?”

“Yeah, fine.” Gohan clutched his nose wincing in pain. “This is a pain that going to linger.” Gohan got up trying to blink away the tears that were forming in his eyes. Gohan started wiping his eyes trying to rid himself of them but, the dust and dirt on his hands only made it worst. Goku seeing that his son was for the most part okay. He launched himself at Vegeta but, found that Vegeta’s speed was a match for his own. Vegeta fazed in and out twice before his moved somewhere Goku couldn’t see where. Scanning the area he found no trace of Vegeta but, he knew he wasn’t gone. Vegeta was ready to kill now. He wasn’t about to let them off the hook now that they came to him. More than likely he saw that as a threat and, he wouldn’t stand for it one bit.

Vegeta blinked a few times, once again waking himself from the battle trance. He hated and loved it when his mind did that. He made him incapable of feeling but, it took the joy out of fighting. Pushing the thought away, he watched from behind a tent not very far away of them it all. The flashes of the short fight flooded back to him like always. Looking back at Gohan, he saw that his face wasn’t smashed in. He only had a broken nose. Okay, he should be laying dead in the dirt but, he only a broken nose. That is not right. He can not be human. He must be another species that looks like a human or something. The wind started to pick up and Vegeta sniffed the breeze as the wind blew into his direction.

The wind carried the scent of bunch of humans, a half human slash hot metal, an adult Namekic and two Saiyans. Two third class Saiyans with one a slightly weaker scent that the other. Vegeta covered his mouth to stop any noise that he may make. Saiyans?! Why would Saiyans fight against me? Their blood, their prince. They know how I am. That is no excuse for this. I-It is treason of the highest level! I can not believe this. His face went from shocked too cold as he took is hand away from his mouth. He eyes narrowed as the anger grew. Well, I have no choice. The penalty is death for this. No more games. This ends here and now! The blood will run today and, it will not be mine! Vegeta with new resolve stepped out of his hiding place walking back to the group intent on destroying them all.

Eighteen was by Gohan to stop him form rubbing his blurred eyes. He was fighting her a little but, she kept him at bay.

“Stop it, Gohan. I know you want too but, you will make it worse. Don’t make me get your mother on you now. I will and you know it.” Gohan stopped not wanting to call her bluff. Eighteen let go when she saw out of the corner of her eye that Vegeta was back. Goku landed down by Eighteen looking at him. Vegeta narrowed his eyes.

“No more games.” Leaning his head back for a moment he snapped to foward with his eyes shining. Goku grabbed Gohan and moved as the Piccolo like attack hit where they were standing. Eighteen stood from the other side watching Vegeta. His behavior had changed. From playing around too highly serious. He meant business.

“He’s not playing anymore.” Vegeta huffed hard.

“Quite right miss android. Playtime is over for you, the two traitors and everyone else on this pathetic, backwater world! I have had it with you. You no longer amuse me.” Vegeta raised one hand and with a smile that even made chills go down Eighteen’s spine, he snapped his fingers. Before anyone could ask, an explosion went off behind them the followed in a chain of bigger explosions that was coming towards them. The people that were still in the park started running in a panic along with the animals that escape from their cages with or without the prince’s help earlier. Bodies were flying at the explosion went down every tent and burning flesh was fresh in the air.

People ran past the Z-fighters and the prince knocking into them in their haste. Vegeta put his one arm down and crossed his arms over his chest. “Now that . . . is funny.” The wild animals ran towards them too. To get away from the fire of the explosions started or they were hungry and wanted the people that were running away for food. None of them were sure but, they couldn’t take the chance.

The Z-fighters took to the air seeing the chaos that Vegeta was reasonable for. The loins and tigers were chasing the people along with the winged dragons the many others types doing the same.

“Dad! We got to help them!” Goku agreed with his son and addressed the others.

“We got to get the people out of here!” Eighteen looking down seeing Vegeta had not moved. He was just watching them, seeing what they do with this situation.

“What about him?” Goku looked down and back at Eighteen.

“He’s second concern now. But, it looks like he’s going to stick around for a while so let’s the this under control!” Everyone took off the save the people from the fire and the wild animal that seemingly wanted to devour them. Vegeta watched as the warriors wanted to stop his fun.

“Cowards.” He said meaning everyone but, mostly the humans. There were so many humans and a couple dozen animals. The animals couldn’t eat them all. He smiled as evil thoughts run through his head but, forced his mind back on track. “Must be tiring to be the hero all the time. Because, I know that I am tried of it!” Vegeta sighed as everybody cleared the area. “Great. Now I am bored again.” Vegeta looked over seeing Yamcha waking up again. “He still alive. Hm.” Vegeta turned his head sideways almost resting it on his shoulder. Vegeta smiled pulling his head back up and walked calmly as Yamcha lifted his head seeing Vegeta walking towards him without the others in sight.

“What did you do to the others?!” Vegeta smiled.

“Have you never learned not to shout at people? That is rude. Just because I am going to kill you in a slow, painful way. It doesn’t give you the right it be uncivil towards me. And what makes you think I did anything to them anyway? They just ran off.”

“You lie!” Vegeta snarled at the remark with eyes wide with anger.

“I do not lie! Ever! It is beneath me the same as you are!” Yamcha watched the crackle of energy come of him. The old rule with Vegeta still applied. Not make him angry or his control of this power will get lost with his temper. Yamcha tried again.

“Where are they?” The angry was pulled down with amazing speed. It seemed young Vegeta had better control. Strangely, he was expecting the other way around. Vegeta bent down just in front of him, crouching to his level.

“That is much better. As for your question, they are around playing hero. Having to save the poor, weak, defenseless humans from the uncaged animals that are now free and running around mad and hungry.” The cooing touch Vegeta added to his voice was a strange touch. Oddly, it was kinda cute. “As the lookalike said. I am second concern. I have to say I never heard myself called that before. Truly interesting. Yet, I am still bored.” Vegeta stood looking at him all cuteness and such gone in seconds. “What to do I alleviate or even stop the boredom here? Hmm?” Vegeta looked at Yamcha with a look that made Yamcha forget about the pain in his body and tried to get some distance between them. “Where do you think you are going?” Vegeta snorted through his nose as he pinched his forefinger and thumb together. “Get back here. Right now.”

Yamcha landed heavy on the ground under his feet as a barely noticeable ring was press into his neck. Yamcha dug his neck into his own neck to pry the strong yet thin ring away but, to no avail. As Vegeta stepping closer he released the his fingers make the ring release the tight hold. Yamcha able to breathe now, clutched his throat because of the damage he did with his own hands.

Vegeta watched and the smile melted away as his victim didn’t plead for his life and, didn’t beg him to stop. Instead he tried to rise again as if to fight. Vegeta looked down as was just like him when he was getting beating down Frezia or his goon squad. Now the roles were reversed. He was no better than them. He was the same right now.

He shook his head hard ridding himself of that train of thought. He didn’t need to think about that. Not now or ever for that matter. It was meaningless it even try to justify it at all. He had to do what he had to do. That was all but, part of him still wouldn’t believe that and he couldn’t stop himself from making himself thinking about that sometimes.

“It will be less painful if you don’t fight it so much.” Yamcha coughed as the pain was started to choke him slightly.

“Concerned about me, Vegeta?” Yamcha coughed violently after forcing that out.

“Hardly. Just giving the gift of experience to you. That is all. Nothing more and nothing less. And that is Prince Vegeta to you. We are not on a first name no tittle bases here. Remember that for the time you have left, human.”

Yamcha turned facing him breathing hard. “You always did like to talk, Vegeta.” Vegeta narrowed his eyes getting more annoyed. Kicking him over on it his back Vegeta stepped on his chest, ignoring the pained sounds of protest as he did and crouched down in his face.

“Why are all of you talking as if you meet me before. It is a bit annoying. I really wish you people would . . . what is the term? Knock it off! . . . I believe that is the right phase in this language, right?” Yamcha looked at him strangely. Vegeta was normally on base and fighting always on his mind. The young verison seemed to have focusing problems. Or was truly curious.

“Yeah, you speak it well. If you spoke with contractions you fit right in.” Vegeta couldn’t help but, laugh a bit at the remark.

“Fitting into the mainstream, huh? So overrated and like I would care about fitting in on a planet such as this. Even if it was going to survive past today. No, thank you.” A growl caught Vegeta’s attention. Turning he saw a loin posed and ready to strike. Yamcha was frozen but, Vegeta was intrigued. Standing up he looked at it and stepped forward. Yamcha watched as the loin didn’t even growl as Vegeta approached it while reaching out his hand. The loin growled once before sniffing Vegeta’s hand twice. The lion looked at him before licking it and stepping closer to him. Vegeta was by his side petting he’s head and mane with a gentleness that nobody would believe a killer of worlds would be capable of having or even using. The loin nuzzled up against Vegeta’s chest as Vegeta scratched him behind his ear. Yamcha was in awe not because of that. The shock was because of Vegeta. For he was smiling but, just any smile. A pure and even innocent smile.

X)(X

Eighteen set down the last person on the ground a bit away from the park. Looking around her saw the others going back to the park to deal with the child version of Vegeta. Eighteen took off to leaving the man to deal with his emotional problems from the ordeal himself. The park was in view not long after they took off. Krillen looked around noticing something.

“Hey! Where’s Yamcha?” Everyone looked at each other a bolted to the park realizing something. In the rush to get to people to safety they forget that Yamcha was knocked out of commission on the park grounds floor but, no doubt Vegeta didn’t forget that.

X)(X

Yamcha watched in amazement as the loin let Vegeta pet him like his was a normal everyday house cat. And, the loin seemed to enjoy the attention.

“How can you do that?”

“Nosey, are you not?” Vegeta said looking back at him for a moment before turning back to the loin. “If you must know. Saiyans are part-animal such as are transformations. But, it is more than that. Being higher on the Saiyan genetical, evolutionary ladder. I am more animal-like it ways but, I can stay civilized in most situations. To put it simply I am different than other Saiyan. Example, my tail has no pain reaction when pulled. It is no different than if you pull my arm.” Vegeta stopped petting for a moment turning to Yamcha. “Because of my animal instincts among there things I can do things like this with the animal world on any planet. I fit in better with them than I do with the people on these planets. That’s why I don’t destroy them or at least not try to destroy them. Accidents happen, you know. Plus the circle of life comes into play as well.” Yamcha was studded as a different side of Vegeta shined through. He wasn’t the completely closed off jerk he knew him as. This one had feelings and wasn’t so closely guarded either. He still had a nasty streak but, it wasn’t the same. It was lighter but, still highly dangerous to provoke.

Vegeta raised his head as the ki signatures got stronger and closer. Looking up at the sky seeing them stop in mid air looking down at him. Vegeta gave the loin one final scratch under the chin before turning his full attention to the fighters.

“Well, I see your done playing hero of the day. Shall we start the killing now? My boredom has reached a new time high.” Vegeta crossed his arms waiting for them to do something. “What are you? A bunch of holograms? Get down here! I do not have all day and, I have five more planets this week to cleanse of life after this. Quit your stalling! I have a schedule to keep here!” Gohan looked back at his dad.

“I see he’s serious about his work.”

“He usually is serious about everything. I’m more surprised he had a playful side at all. I guess even Vegeta had to be a child at one time.” Everyone dropped down to the ground between Yamcha and Vegeta. The loin by Vegeta’s side started to growl. Vegeta turned to him patting his head.

“It is okay. Go on now. Run free. Things are going to get bad here.” The loin turned to Vegeta. “Go now.” The loin turned to the others giving a growl before running off to get away from the park that was it’s prison. Goku watched as the loin went on it’s way.

“You can talk to animals?”

“Something like that. But, I hate repeating myself so I not going into it again. You can ask the scar- faced one, when you all go to the next dimension together. Now if there are no more problems. Bring it on!”

X)(X

The Supreme ki stopped for a moment to let the information sink in before starting up again.

“Do you understand?”

“Sure.” Vidal took a quick sip of her tea before continuing. “It makes as much sense as anything else that I have heard all day.” Vidal drank the rest of her tea and set the empty cup down. “Well, if you will excuse me.” Vidal stood up and walked out of the room without looking back. Chi-Chi stood up too. “If you gentlemen will excuse me as well.” Chi-Chi walk the opposite way to the opposite door. As the Supreme ki watched her go, he can’t help but think one nagging thought.

“I don’t think they care for me in the slightest bit.” Mister Popo said nothing as he grabbed to two cups, taking them to the sink. The turned on the water washing them out.

X)(X

Vegeta skidded back a couple of feet from the impact before flipping back to his starting point. Vegeta looked back at Goku wiping his lip from his newly healed lip. Looking down at the small smear of blood of his hand. Looking back that Goku, he did the last thing anyone could even think he would do. He smiled.

“Now that is what I am talking about. I should have known only a Saiyan could give me any kind of fight.” Everyone was stunned the Vegeta knew.

“You know?” Vegeta took him hand throwing his bangs up while throwing his head back a bit.

“Of course.” A flash of the famous widow’s peck came before his bangs fell back into the position as before. “Let’s just say the nose knows. A Saiyan has the greatest sense of smell of any species I ever seen in my life and, that is quite a few species. I am a destroyer of worlds after all.”

“TRI-BEAM!” Vegeta turned in time to barely dodge the attack. The impact through him into the air though but, Vegeta caught himself making him stop in mid motion. Vegeta looked the person who tried to attack him. A three eyed, bald man.

“Tien!” Goku called out, happy to see his friend. But, it was short lived as Vegeta fazed behind him and double axed him in the back of the neck. He yelled out before hitting the ground. Vegeta dropped to the ground by the hole that Tien’s body made.

“Next time try hitting your target before letting your guard down.” Tien climbed to the top of the hole looked at him.

“Nice hit kid.” Vegeta looked at him and back at the sky seeing a small figure coming down. Vegeta looked at the strange thing and fazed behind it.

“Tien! You okay? Ah-.” Vegeta grabbed it by the head.

“Chiaotzu!” Tien scrambled out of the hole but, was afraid the enemy would break his skull if he tried anything or even moved towards him in the slightest. Vegeta slowly floated down to the ground with his catch in hand.

“What is this thing? A talking doll or something?”

“Put me down!”

“Another android? These kinds get uglier ever time.” Vegeta put two fingers to his neck for a moment. “No. There is a pulse and a full ki. So it is alive with no robotics. Hm?” Vegeta turned him upside down him by his ankle. Chiaotzu screamed in protest but, Vegeta paid no attention to him. Vegeta started bouncing him up and down making him scream even more.

“Stop it! Put me down! Put me down! Put me down! Someone helppppppppp!” Tein turned at white as his friends face watching the treatment. Strangely, the enemy seemed to more curious than hurtfully at the moment. Choaisue started to turn slightly green from the treatment. Vegeta brought him rightside up again looking at his face.

“I see. Small and very little muscle mass. Probably more of a mind creature with small other attacks with minimal damage. Seems to be closely related to Himelots and the Jiems galaxy.” Vegeta simply tossed him into the tent behind him. Threat posement: none. Vegeta looked at Tien crossly. Him the same. He looked at Piccolo. Threat: slight. Looking over at Eighteen. Threat: barely. His looked down next to her. Threat: as much as a corpse. He looked back at Yamcha how was still on the ground. Threat: do not make me laugh. Looked at Gohan. Threat: partly disabled. Then lastly turned to Goku. Threat: moderate at least. Vegeta closed his eyes with a smile creeping up his face. “Well, I guess I should start from the top and work my way down.” I have wasted enough time here. I do not need another disciplinary action this week. My ribs and back are still busted up from it. Maybe I should not have skipped the last day in the tank. Ah, A little pain when breathing never killed anyone. Well, there was the one guy. He pushed that out of his mind.

X)(X

Dende stood at the tower’s edge looking down with Mister Popo by his side. The battle auras were high but, the battle hadn’t started just yet.

“Dende?”

“Yes Mister Popo.” He swallowed before he continued.

“I don’t understand, Dende. How that Vegeta’s power could be so high if his was weaker then he was older. How can this be?” Dende closed his eyes.

“Mister Popo. Back on Namekic when Vegeta was both bad and good. He was blasted through the chest by Krillen on his reque . . . no more like demand. After some time I healed him. I felt something not natural within anybody. It felt manmade. I could feel power being held back. Until today I felt he had power he himself was afraid to unleash but, I now believe it’s not that at all anymore. Frezia told all of us about Vegeta’s past. What he did to Vegeta’s planet and I doubt the stopped there. Vegeta spent around twenty years with that mad man. I believe that is why Vegeta is so closed off and even a bit power hungry.”

“What are you saying Dende?”

“I believe Frezia took Vegeta because he was afraid of the revolt he would later do. When he power got so high for his age Frezia, must have felt threatened by this and, made the power suppress somehow and, made his forget he had this power.”

“I see. But, that this age Vegeta’s power is untempered with?”

“Yes, Mister Popo. Somehow, someway. Luckily the others are much stronger than him but, this will not be an easy battle.”

“I afraid your right, Dende.”

X)(X

Vegeta pulled the white under shirt over his head quickly while still keeping his eyes on the warriors ahead of him. Throwing it out of the way to turned his full attention to the others. Digging in his pocket he fished out the diamond he still kept from earlier and threw it on his shirt.

“Well. Tell me. Is this going to be a group effort or are you going to fight honorably one by one? Honest I do not care. Just make up your minds quickly now. I do not have all day to play with you. I have things to do and they do not involve you or this sad excuse of a planet. So, if you kindly . . . hurry this up!” Stood there partly listening to him and partly trying to think of a way to either made him remember or show him that he didn’t have to do what Frezia said anymore.

But, nothing came to him that would work and much less work on Vegeta with his stubborn streak. Goku came to one conclusion. The only way he was even going to listen, was to beat him here and now. It was the only way.

“You guys. Fall back. I’m taking care of this.” Krillen looked confused.

“Are you sure, Goku?” Goku nodded.

“I’m sure. Go! And get out of the area. I meet you back at Dende’s and have him on standby.” Krillen scratched the back of his head not liking at all.

“Okay, man. Whatever you say.” He turned to the others. “You heard him. Let’s go.” With that all but, Gohan and Piccolo slowly raised into the air. Piccolo went to Gohan picking him up from his position of the park’s ground. Throwing Gohan’s arm over his shoulder he took a moment to look at the two before flying after the others.

Vegeta watched them go as a bitter laugh left his lips making Goku look at him in confusion. Vegeta saw the look which made him laugh even harder.

“You find something funny, Vegeta?” Vegeta let his laughter die down as anger take over in it’s place. Narrowing his eyes Vegeta spoke low making him seem some years older than he was now. Taking the makeshift bandana he made out of his old suit a while before out of the pocket he processed to place it back as he began to talk.

“I hate repeating myself once and much less twice. So listen closely for I will not be saying this again. We are not on a first name bases here, third class. And since we are on the subject of what is bugging me. We have never met. Drop the act! Not only is your claim implausible and scientifically impossible on many different levels! You have no prof to back up your claim that even an Evflatilseovian would not believe! So do not even try to pull that on me! It is not even close to working!”

“You haven’t gave us a chance to prove it!” Vegeta just snorted through his nose while waving him off with his one hand.

“You and the blond android can talk until the end of time for all I care.” Vegeta dropping his hand looking back at him with a serious look that meant there was something underlining what he was about to say. “But, that is all it is. Talk. It is cheap and time consuming. Time I do not have.” Vegeta eyes light back up to the ignorant ‘I’m better than you will ever be’ look. “So let us stop this talk. It is getting on my nerves along with most things on this planet already has. If I wanted to talk, I would not be here on this intellectual challenged planet.”

“Vegeta. Please.” Vegeta cut his off before Goku could think of saying another word.

“Nuh uh uh!” Vegeta said with a wave of his index finger like a mother would do it her child after she found their hand in the cookie jar before dinner. “Pleading, flattery, and bribery do not work on someone such as myself. I am immune to that kind of thing. I advise you to is not to try it.” Vegeta retracted his finger back into his fist and put it back to his side ready to lash on a milsecond notice. “Waste of time and energy. I quicker I kill you and all other humanoid life the quicker I can get off this backwater planet and go somewhere with a little class at least. Instead of this puss-swirled sewer I am on now.” Goku felt the back of his neck get hot and anger cloud his mind. Goku understood why but, not to the extreme of his anger was climbing.

Vegeta could see the anger the lookalike was trying to hide. This will by easier than I thought. Just a little more. Just a little more and I will have him right where I want him. Six feet under. Vegeta cracked his knuckles and stretched out his wrists looking straight at him.

“Hey now. What’s wrong?” Vegeta said in a mocked cooing way to add insult to injury. “Did I make the third class upset? You going to cry?” Vegeta clasped his hands together and put them to the side his head looking almost like he was pouting. “Does the Bardock lookalike need a hug?” Vegeta dropped his hands as his demeanor changed in a manner of seconds. “Well, that is too damn bad. I not here to cub sit you. I here to kill everything that looks likes these pathetic humans. And you know what? You fit the bill . . . Kakorot.”

X)(X

Everybody nearly flew in silence as they flew to the lookout. Tien and Chiaotzu were the only one’s talking at all.

“Hey, Tien? Did that kid look kinda similar to you too? Or was it just me?”

“Yeah! Definitely! But, I can’t place who.” Both Tien and Chiaotzu looked down thinking to think about this. (Tien. This might sound crazy but, shouldn’t Vegeta be here. I mean a fight is here and he’s not. It’s not like him to miss a fight ever. He lives to fight after all.) Tien looked back at him thinking about the short fight with the kid.

(Yes, I know and, I haven’t felt his ki since that bottomless pit of evil power was snuffed out earlier. But, your right. Vegeta’s not here. That is weird. But, that’s not the only thing that was weird there.) Tien looked ahead still keeping the link open. (I think we were fighting a Saiyan back there.) Chiaotzu nearly flew out of the sky.

“What!?” Everybody stopped looking back at him. Looking around at them as his face turned a light pink. Though embarrassed he continued. “How could that be a Sayian?” Tein nodded his head.

“Yeah. I know it sounds impossible but, when that kid knock me out of the sky into the ground. I had to pull myself out of that hole and that’s when I saw it. A brownish tail rapped around his waist like a belt. I telling you, he’s a Saiyan child.” Piccolo hearing that decided to be the bearer of bad news.

“It’s more than that Tien.” Tien turned to Piccolo confused. “He’s not just any Saiyan”. Piccolo pause partly dreading having to say it. “That kid is . . . Vegeta.”

X)(X

Goku stood there in shock right after Vegeta called him by his Sayian name. The question was if he didn’t remember. How did he know? Nobody called him that, so unless he remembered, he shouldn’t known. Things were not adding up right.

“How you know what my Saiyan name is if you don’t remember me?” Vegeta smiled all smug with cruel eyes to match.

“Simple really. Your scent is similar to Bardock. Just like your look is also similar. And it has the same degree difference as Radditz. Meaning only one thing. You are Kakorot. Although you should be a cub, there is no denying that you are Bardock’s second son.”

“You see?! That’s your prof! You should be older that me. You said it. I should be a cub.” Vegeta shook his head.

“How you became so old in a short amount of time could have been caused by a wormhole, time differentials of planets, or even age inducements by mechanical or injectable means. Your own father could induce aging. But, nice try. Yet, you should have made an excuse what before the question came up. But, then again. You up against me and mental or physical you do not stand much of a chance.” Goku looked down.

“Talking isn’t going to work with you, is it?”

“Did you just now figure that out?” Goku looked up giving a look that would have anybody else gasp in shock. Vegeta just smirked at him. Okay, remember now. No Super Sayian. I don’t want to kill him. He’s still Vegeta.

X)(X

“That’s Vegeta, huh?” Tein looked at him. “Funny Piccolo. Didn’t know you had a sense of humor.” Piccolo just sighed but, before he could start, Eighteen did it for him.

“It’s true. I’m afraid. When Vegeta blew himself up to kill Majin Buu. Piccolo found that kid in the crater. When he woke up his ki flared and they was no mistake about it. It was darker and sightly different but. It was him all the same.” Knowing Eighteen didn’t have funny bone or circuit in her body Tein gaped for a moment before yelling at the top of his lungs.

“But, how?! Vegeta wasn’t that strong! His ten times the strength and one fourth the age when his come down the first time! It’s impossible! That can’t be him! It just can’t be! People just don’t grow down like this!”

“I know. He wiped the floor with me.” Tein looked back to where the fight was going on. Taking a deep breath, he nodded to himself. In a moment he grabbed his little, pale buddy and flew back to the park grounds.

“Tein!” Piccolo yelled after him. “Come back!” Tein was too far gone to even hear Piccolo’s words. “Damn it Tein!” Piccolo handed the partly blind Gohan to Eighteen and flew after him. The others watched him go. Eighteen shrugged and handed Gohan to Krillen and followed Piccolo. Krillen looked back and sighed.

“Can’t let her go without me. Here Yamcha.” He handed Gohan to him. “Go to Dende and both of you get healed up.” Krillen flew after Eighteen.

“Hey! Wait!” Yamcha yelled too late.

“What is this? Pass the Gohan day?” Gohan said grumpily still holding his face. Yamcha annoyed just shook his head hard.

“Come on. No point in staying here.” Yamcha flew the outlook.

X)(X

Vegeta and Goku had that hands locked pushing each other back or at least trying to. It was awkward for Goku but, Vegeta was stronger than he thought he would be. Goku matched his power to his but, Vegeta proved to be the better of the two that way. Goku was about to power up more when Vegeta caught him by surprise and jump up between the space of their arms. Before Goku could move, Vegeta planted both his feet into his face. Goku let go of Vegeta’s hands but, Vegeta grabbed the other grabber and vaulted him to the ground by a simple but an affective wrist lock throw. Goku stared up at the sky for moment before getting up. Standing again on uneasy legs he looked around seeing Vegeta was no were to be found. But, Vegeta’s ki was easily found not far from where he was. Goku put two fingers to his forehead and locked onto Vegeta’s ki.

Vegeta ripped off a long piece of wood off one of the concession stand and lite it with his ki to a small yet nice flame. Sitting of the counter, he poured a clear liquid out of a colored bottle. Setting the bottle down he lifting the cup and, he filled his mouth almost all the way but, didn’t swallow the tart tasting liquid. As he expected Kakorot appeared right before him. Vegeta didn’t allow him to see it coming. Using his mouth to spray the liquid into the flame making it an instant flame thrower. Goku caught off guard got blinded and burned from the sudden flame. He dropped to the ground in instinct as the rest of the flame pasted over him.

Vegeta took the makeshift torch away dropping it into a barrel of water next to the stand and swallowed the rest of the liquid in his mouth. Deciding it wasn’t bad he downed to rest of the cup. Licking his lips he picked up the bottle on downed the rest in a few big gulps. He turned the label towards him to read what kind it was.

“Vodka. Not bad but, I wonder if they have anything stronger than this?” Goku coughed deep as he was trying to get fresh air into his lungs.

“That was a dirty trick.” Vegeta dropped the bottle on the ground bored with the now empty glass container.

“Says you. When one is outnumber on an alien planet with no resources, contact, or mission log. One must use all that is available to one self. Until you facing odds the same do not lecture me. I do what I need to do make in this crueler than I am universe, that I am living in.” Vegeta looked up seeing others minus two from earlier. “I see you take insubordination not all that seriously among your little group. If it was my team, disobeying me like that. I would have killed them all, including the two missing.” Goku felt them coming before Vegeta said anything about them. Why are they coming back here? I told them to stay away.

Tein landed on the ground with his buddy in hand setting him down. Piccolo landed moment later followed by Eighteen and Krillen.

“Well, well, well. Everyone except scar face and, the lookalike’s son. Miss me that much, did you?” Vegeta closed his eyes with a toothy grin that surprised everyone. Although it reminded everyone of Trunks in a way. To was to everyone surprise, it was sweet looking. Vegeta kept it up for a few seconds more before his melted it into an anger written face that could stop the beats of weak hearts. Vegeta stood on top of the counter he was on and closed his eyes. He lifted two finger and placed them in the air to the side of his face. “You people think I just a child. A stupid, ignorant, lucky, child. Just like everyone but, my deceased people thought. But, I am hardly that.” Vegeta flung his hand to the side so quick it could cut the air.

Piccolo felt something running down his cheek. Wiping his hand across it, he found blood smeared on his hand. Looking around everyone had the same wound of the same side as him. Even Goku how had it on his face to the ground. The wound wasn’t deep but, it wasn’t meant to be. It was just a taste of what he was capable of.

His head was down letting his bangs cover his eyes. “I am the darkness in the hearts of all people in living form. I kill all those how oppose me. Strong or weaker it makes no difference. For I am evil in the truest form. I was made for this and it is what I do best . . . now and for the rest of my life.” Vegeta raised his head letting his eyes to seen again. “The evil I carry with me is spread like a plague across galaxies. I had caused misery through the years I been alive. Now I am cursed upon you. Now you will never see the light of another day in this dimension and become an extension on the long names of those slain by me. The mere mention of my name causes planet wide terror. And those are the ones on my good side I visit time to time. For I can give destruction or deterrence of it. Here though . . . I choose . . .” Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest with his fist clench on top of each shoulder. “Destruction.”

X)(X

Bulma stood there looking down at the ground below as if her human eyes could see what the others could. The boys were by her from Dende’s request with the excuse ‘just incase.’ Goten excused him to the bathroom leaving Trunks in charge of ‘just incasing’ his mother.

“Trunks?” He looked up at his mother. “Tell me it’s going to be okay. I need to hear that. That it’s going to be okay.”

“Mom?” Trunks looked at his mother not liking how his mother sounded.

“Please Trunks?” Trunks partly understood what was going on nodded his head.

“Sure mom. This is dad we are talking about. My age or not dad can take care of himself. Everything will be fine. The others won’t let dad get hurt.” Bulma started crying and dropped to her knees grabbing Trunks in the process crying into his shoulder. Trunks not sure what less to do, hugged her trying to calm her down. Goten came back but, stopped at the entrance seeing them. He stepped back inside deciding not to interrupt.

X)(X

Goku found the strength to rise up looking at Vegeta in the eyes. He moved close enough to grab him. Why he didn’t even try to, was beyond him. Vegeta still with his fists of his shoulders with a dead look about him. It was the same look Eighteen seen when he was fighting her.

“Vegeta you don’t have to do this. Frezia is gone along with his men. Because you destroyed them!” Vegeta just smiled.

“Looking into future are we? Because that is what will happen soon enough.”

“Wrong! It’s alright happened because you did it after Frezia!” Vegeta dropped his arms and leaned down into Goku’s face.

“Get a new line! I am not buying it! So just die like the dog you are!” Vegeta’s eyes flashed red and he lifted two fingers performed Nappa’s favorite attack. The Bakuhatsuha.

Surprised but, okay with a couple sracthes the z-fighters regrouped in the air. Looking down they saw Vegeta lowering his arm with the two fingers still expended until it got his side. Goku burnt and angry looked down seeing his stare up at them. Even at that distance he could see the hate in his eyes. Vegeta wanted nothing more than to kill them

“What did he do to you?” Eighteen asked seeing the burnt clothes and skin on him and, seen that were not ki burns in any way or form.

“Vegeta got away from me and got hold of some vodka and torch.” Eighteen crossed her arms seeing the scene playing in her mind

“Well now. What a resourceful Saiyan little brat, isn’t he?”

“Yeah. Very resourceful.”

“Goku . . ”

“I know. No mercy. The damage can be healed later. Now would you all go now and stay away this time. Things are going to get rougher.” Tien looked at the child Vegeta who was in the only part of the part that wasn’t for the most part destroyed.

“I can’t believe that’s Vegeta. But, it is. Amazing.”

“Yes, I know.”

Vegeta closed his eyes trying to beat something back, away from the front of his mind. He could feel it taking over but, couldn’t let it. Never again. He had to finish this now before, IT got out again. And that was something he could ill afford. With his fingertips pressed the sides of his head. He squeezed his eyes tighter trying to regain all control again. Each time was he tried to do this was harder to do than the last. This time was no exception. Come on. You can do this. Just like always. You must do this. Push IT back. Do not let IT through! Come on! You can not let IT win! A few deep breaths and the pain stopped causing a sigh of relief.

“That was close. IT almost got out again. I can not believe I have slipped that much.” Shaking it off he looked down up at them deciding either to attack them all head on or wait to see their next move and attack accordingly. He decided to wait. Something inside told him that warrior was not to be estimated by attitude and, looks alone. He was hiding his true power. He could tell. If he is stupid enough to hide his true power I might as well kill him before he decided to unleash it. Weak heart become the dead or no hearted in this game. They should have been smart enough killed me when I was unconscious. Well, too late for them . . . although sometimes . . . Vegeta looked down for a minute as the part showed it ugly head. I wish someone would be smart enough to do so. Vegeta squashed the part of himself again and, looked up with a stone mask hiding his feelings. For there were no need for them on the battle field.

Piccolo looked down hearing Vegeta short conversion with himself. He tried to understand what Vegeta was talking about. There was a mental struggle. That much was clear but, that didn’t make much sense either because Vegeta before had no such problem. An anger problem sure but, no real mental problem. But, perhaps the younger Vegeta had from stress or something that got fixed before he came down. No one but, Vegeta himself knew for sure. And even if he did he would just admit it to anyone or even to himself. Vegeta was an impossible puzzle to figure out sometimes.

“Something is wrong with him.” Piccolo said out of the blue making the other turn to him. Piccolo turned to them. “Mental.” Goku looked down at him and back at Piccolo. He trusted Piccolo’s judgement but, the psych exam would have to wait.

“We will figure this out late but, first I have to stop him from doing more harm.”

“Well, then. That means we are staying. Damage control is easier with more people to help.” Eighteen said coldly and without a shed of doubt in her mind. She wasn’t going to go without being forcibly removed. Sighing Goku nodded his head.

“Okay. You can all stay but, don’t interfere unless I go down and don’t get back up.” Everyone nodded and Goku dropped back down on the ground.

Vegeta’s head followed him until he hit the ground. Vegeta’s smile was enough to make a Saiyan’s stomach go sour. Goku ignored the sight pain and stared back at him.

“What took so long? Having a tea party up there?”

“Yeah. Sorry we didn’t invite you, Vegeta.” Vegeta’s smile disappeared.

“Well now. Are we the cute one?” Vegeta looked in the sky up at them seeing that they weren’t not leaving like before. Looking back at Goku. “Afraid to fight me alone now? I can not blame you. I am quite good at what I do.”

“They won’t interfere. They just watching.” Vegeta looked at them and back at him skeptically, like he heard that one to many times before and got double-crossed.

“Whatever. Now if your finished.” Vegeta rushed quickly catching Goku off guard sending him into one of the still standing stands in the area. Goku sat up looking at Vegeta sorely. Vegeta just smiled brushing his bangs to the side a bit. “Shall we start now?”

X)(X

Bulma was in the guest room sleeping in a restless sleep plagued with memories of Vegeta. Him being rude, mostly civil, and the one behind closed doors. The one not even her son had seen. The one he was full of doubt, and pain. The one full of nightmares and sometimes would wake up every hour thinking someone was in the room to kill him. And nights were he didn’t sleep at all. And the worst were the full blow out nightmares that he couldn’t wake himself up from. Where she woke him up from it and sometimes she was nearly attacked for her efforts.

One night he was thrashing around clutching his own arm, drawing blood. Bulma tried to wake him, to make him stop hurting himself. He grabbed her and pinned her down by her neck with one hand posed and right to smash her face in. Before he brought he hand down for the final blow, he eyes lightened. He remembered where he was and who was there with him. He let her go immediately and clasped her to him as he chanted in his native two words she couldn’t pronounce even if she tried. It sounded like . . . an apology or something.

Bulma opened her eyes with a groan and pulled the covers up closer to her chin. Her dreams were making it impossible to sleep much. She felt so helpless that she couldn’t do anything and had to depend on the others to bring Vegeta back. Yet, having his much younger body back wasn’t the same as having him back. Kicking the covers off her she got out of the room and started to walk back to the outside platform.

X)(X

Goku held Vegeta’s neck in a special hold that cut oxygen to the brain but, didn’t cause any long-term damage. But, strangely enough Vegeta wasn’t struggling and was moving was little as possible. As Goku was about to said something Vegeta started laughing.

“Word of advise. Only use that technique against someone closer to your height. It is wasted on me.” Vegeta forced all his power out and latched onto Goku’s arms. Vegeta launch into the air far past the others. Higher and higher into the air until it grew thin Goku tried to let go but, Vegeta held on with greater strength. Vegeta stopped as he heard Goku gasp for breath. “How does it feel to have the breathing constricted? Not very nice is it?” Vegeta moved his hands do to Goku’s elbows and pressing in hard right under the bone. Goku noticed the pain but, noticed something else. He could unbend his arms. They were locked in that position. Vegeta flew higher up holding his breath as he went. He didn’t plan it this way but, sometimes you needed to improvise. Vegeta stopped flying and floated perfectly still holding his breath. Goku unable to remove himself from Vegeta’s grasp. Vegeta reached back grabbed him under the ribs and digging his fingers into his flesh. Vegeta closed his eyes listening to Goku’s attempt to breathe as the pain and lack of air was making him weak.

Piccolo looked up trying to see them but, couldn’t. He could feel Goku’s life force draining but, why he could figure out. Tein clenched his hand and flow after them.

“Tein!” Again to far gone to hear Piccolo’s call. He flew higher until he could see Vegeta and Goku. He stopped for a moment taking a deep breath and held it and flew parallel with Vegeta. Vegeta opened his eyes seeing him right in front of him. Tein push his hands together forming a triangle with his hands. Vegeta closed his eyes in concentration. (You going to kill your friend and cause him to cease to exist to get to me? Well, I see someone here has to guts and brains. I was beginning to wonder.)

(Let him go! Right now!)

(Or what? You will shoot. Go ahead. Shoot! Come on shoot! I dare you. Do it!) Tein lowered his hand the tiniest bit looking at his strangely.

(Do you have a death wish or something?)

(I be lying if I said yes but, I be lying if I said no either. It is hard to say.) Vegeta lifted Goku limp arms up from around his neck. (He is getting heavy. Then again that is why they called it dead weight. Ha get it? Dead Weight! I crack myself up!) Vegeta was silently laughing hard without opening his mouth letting the precious air out.

(YOUR SICK!)

(Is it . . . that obvious? That tramuishous flu that is going around. I mean with my ribs still cracked and my back still tender from Frezia’s tortured secession. I really should have stay in the tank a bit longer but, no. I had missions to complete. I am a workcoholic. If I got paid, I be a billionaire.)

(That’s not . . . OH FORGET IT!)

“TRI BEAM!” Tein shot at Vegeta’s arm. Vegeta let go just in time only getting his glove slightly burnt by the passing attack.. Vegeta was thankful for finding nice gloves on this planet watched the three eyed warrior fly down the catch the third class. Vegeta dropped his ki and started dropping from the sky.

Tein grabbed one of Goku’s arms and pulled up before he hit the ground. Lying him down gentle, the others rushed to him. They turned when they heard Vegeta hit the ground hard. His feet were planted in the earth, almost a foot deep. Stepping out one foot at a time, he looked at them with a disappointed look on his face. Krillen clenched his fists looking at him with all the hate he could muster.

“You! You killed him! How could you. He was trying to help you! You monster!” Life filled into his eyes again. It was like he could turn on and off his emotions at will.

“Hey Bonehead! Do you have something inside that head of yours or is it empty space for rent?” Krillen was taking bad with a half surprised half angry look. Vegeta wasn’t close to being fazed by that. “Let me explain something to you. And I will use small words and speak slowly so you all can keep up. If you did not notice he has got a halo above his head. Now in the world of intelligent people. This world is not included, They know that people with halos means they came back from the next dimension. With me so far? Good, now If I ‘killed him’. What would happen? Anyone? No? The answer is . . . HIS BODY WOULD NOT BE THERE. HE WOULD CEASE TO EXIST, MORONS!”

Vegeta looked at the shocked faces of the others. That only served to make Vegeta even angrier than he was.

“Really I swear. They need to give exams for being warriors. Really it would cut the idiots out. And I be done with his mud ball instead of trying to explain the works of the universe with a bunch of high kied but, brain damaged humanoids that didn’t realize that should have killed me when I was unconscious!” Vegeta panted with angry breaths and started massaging his forehead as a headache formed. He was also getting very warm. The fever was coming back, and along with the headache he knew it wouldn’t be long before all the symptoms would come back. He couldn’t afford that to happen in the middle of a fight. This flu zapped all is strength leaving him weak. With him fighting like this his was burning himself at both ends.

Goku started coughing, catching a lung full of air as Vegeta was ending his rant. He raised his head looking at Vegeta again. Vegeta almost did kill him. Vegeta used his own move against him. He deciding to take his own advise and everyone to attack this time. It was the only way to avoid any more close calls. Vegeta could easily succeed next time. Goku got up on his feet.

“Everyone.” He looked at Vegeta for one moment and then back to everyone else. “Attack.”

X)(X

The Supreme Ki looked at the blue haired woman feeling her pain. It saddened him. He felt that he had to help. Vegeta killed Majin Buu himself. For that he owed him something in return. Although it was partly his fault Majin Buu was revived but, if he didn’t it would be only a matter of time before he would. Yet, Vegeta atoned for his crimes and killed the monster him and the others couldn’t even damaged.

“Supreme Ki sir.” He turned see the small Namekic.

“Yes?”

“With Majin Buu destroyed. Why have you decided to stay?” The Supreme Ki looked back at Bulma.

“I think I would be of some help. Besides I owe the Warrior something.”

“I see.”

“I hope I can do something to help.”

“I’m sure you will.”

X)(X

Tein punched at him and missed as Vegeta ducked under the blow and grabbed his arm. Giving a cruel smile Vegeta spinned in midair without letting go. Tein felt muscles, bone, and tendons rip, break, and tear and then go completely numb as he felt himself hit the ground hard. Vegeta turned to the next attacker and grabbed Krillen’s ankle as he tied to kick him. Vegeta forced the knee the opposite way, breaking it and throwing the screaming Krillen onto Tein with bone cracking force, damaging them both even more. Vegeta looked at the others how ever regrouping.

“You are going to have to do better than this. You are boring me.”

Eighteen and Piccolo rushed in as a team for the first time ever. Vegeta crossed his arms forming an X pattern in front of his chest. Raw energy rolled off his arms in sparks. Vegeta watched them nodded to each other and fazed out feet before him. Vegeta almost snorted as he felt both coming at his sides. Vegeta put his arms out to the sides sending ki spikes at both sides. Eighteen shoulder was cut bad and Piccolo’s face had a nasty gash on the other side. Both retreated seeing that wasn’t going to work. Vegeta could sense them. They were underestimating him.

“Divide and conquer? Divide and conquer!? That was your big plan of attack? This is who they sent to stop me from killing all inhabitants of this planet? A bunch of amateurs. Are you trying to insult me?!” Fangs were bared in an sigh of increasing irritation and aggression. “Because it is working! For that, you and everyone else on this planet will pay dearly for this humiliation!” Vegeta rose in the air pulling his arms and legs close and in a straight line with his body. Krillen knew this attack. Vegeta used it against Frieza. It easily destroys the surrounding area for miles.

“Everyone! Watch out!” Unfocused ki blasts rained down from his body hitting every inch of the area for miles.

X)(X

Dende watched from his tower seeing Vegeta was meaning business. Popo was by his side as usual.

“They will never win if they fight like this. Vegeta is meaning to kill.”

“It will be hard for them. But, I don’t think Vegeta can keep this up much longer.” All turned to Popo. “I could feel a sickness rising in him. Something not natural either.” Dende looked back at the fight.

“We’ll see.”

X)(X

Vegeta kicked Choaisue on the ground hard with his heel. The short one was flying at him limp leg and all. Vegeta dodged his attacks like a well rehearsed dance. Seeing kakorot above him he started back flipping out of the way of coming air attacks. Avoiding Kakorot’s aerial ki attacks and Krillen’s ground ones as he was advantaging from the front and Vegeta felt Tien coming behind. Vegeta smiled and changed direction knocking into Krillen. Vegeta latched onto his arm and throw him into Kakorot as he elbowed Tien in the stomach as fazed behind him thinking he was distraction. Vegeta’s fist hit under Tien’s jaw knocking him out for the moment.

He flipped over the on coming Krillen and grabbed his good leg, swinging him around so fast, only a blur of red and black could be seen. Vegeta let go sending Krillen into Piccolo how was rushing to the attack.

Eighteen narrowed her eyes watching the battle for a moment..

“We are losing. Badly.” She commented to the floating down Goku.

“Vegeta is use to taking on armies. He confindent but, not overly cocky. But Vegeta seems to be in better control of his emotions now than when he is older.” Goku said quite surprised.

“No.” She said shaking her head. “His not in control of them. He’s sirpressing them.”

“Hey, Blonde! It is a little late looking for clients now. Besides he couldn’t be that depersate!” She eyes flashed as she knew what he was implying. She flew at him anger.

“Eighteen no! That is what he wants!” He grabbed her wrist, as her punch missed his face and twisting it behind her, dislocating it painfully but, breaking it. She pained yell only made Vegeta do it harder.

“Funny. I did not know androids felt pain. Maybe it is your human half that is feeling it.” She pushed her head into the ground. “Maybe you should let you android side be more in control.”

“It doesn’t work that way!”

“Pity.” Vegeta was ready to twist her neck as Goku flew at him seeing enough. “Took him long enough.” Dropping her he turned his attention to Piccolo, Goku, choaisue that were almost upon him. Vegeta’s eyes shined as there was attacked by a un-seen force.

X)(X

Dende opened his eyes and nodded at Mr. Popo. He finally saw what Mr. Popo was talking about. He could see it too.

“Your right. Vegeta does seem to be ill. It’s slowly building up and Vegeta seems to be slowing down with ever movement.”

X)(X

Vegeta turned in time to see a boot that sent him across the destroyed park grounds. Vegeta flipped himself over stopping his flight with his hands racking the ground. Great. Now they decide to get serious. Now that the flu in back in full swing. Got to finish this quick before I pass out. Of all the worst times to flare up. Coughing deep removing a bit of fluid of his lungs and spit it out and stood of weak legs. Somehow he made them not shake under his weight. Raise both arms with palms out. He channeled his aura.

“Not bad. Try this on for size.” Spreading his legs in a wide stance as he threw his head back. “TWIN SERPENTS STRIKE!” A special kind of shield was around his was the wind was swirling around him as the two green energy beams circled around each of his legs. It slowly rapped up his legs to his waist. The others stopped the assault watching the strange sight. The beams went to his arms circling them but, stopped at his hands. A flash of light covered both beams for a moment. The strange beams morphed into images of snakes. As the wind died down they could see they were greenish see through energy snakes. Seemingly having life’s of their own the heads of the snakes laid down, resting in the palms of Vegeta’s hands. Vegeta took a deep breath looking at them.

Tein flew slowly nearly lopsided as his right side was angled down was it was the injured side. “What kind of attack is that? That is the weirdest thing I have ever seen.” Goku shook his head not sure what Vegeta was up to.

“I don’t know what is up to, Tein. But, it can’t be any good.”

Vegeta lowered his head looking at the two snakes. They looked back at him with barely noticeable eyes.

“Do not let me down guys. No Mercy.” With that said he raised his arms back. Gathering the rest of his energy, he threw his hands foward which caused the snakes to attack their targets. Shocked with terror everyone was frozen in place.

X)(X

Yamcha saw the outlook just ahead. He was flying slower than he used to because of the million things on his mind. He slowed down seeing Bulma of the entrance and Trunk and Goten by the ledge. Bulma looked up seeing two close flying figures coming closer.\

“Hey! Big Brother!” Goten started waving him arms fanatically about at his brothers return. That is until he noticed he wasn’t flying on is own. “Gohan! He’s hurt! Dende! Dende! Come quick Gohan’s hurt. Hurry!” Goten started running in circles not sure what to do with himself. Dende ran out hearing Goten’s screaming from inside. He noticed both Gohan and Yamcha were hurt. As Dende stepped to the ledge Yamcha landed on the platform. “Gohan! What happened? Your face is all smashed in.” Gohan looked down patting Dende’s head lightly.

“Here, please sit down. Both of you.” Dende said and both complied. Dende placed his hand out front of Gohan’s face and the other hand to Yamcha’s throat. Closing his eyes he started mending the bone and tissue of Gohan’s nose and face and healed to skin and muscles around Yamcha neck. The process only took less than a minute.

Dende took his hands down breathing hard. Gohan reached up to his face feeling no pain like before. Before his could help Dende, Goten crashed into him knocking him over.

“Gohan! Your okay now!” Gohan rose up with the unmoveable object on his chest. Yamcha felt around on his head. This didn’t go unnoticed.

“Hey what’s wrong?”

“It still there. I can feel it.”

“Feel what?”

“The ki band Vegeta put around my neck. That’s what caused the injury.” Gohan examined Yamcha’s neck. He could hardly see it. In was the size of a threat but, it was strong. If e was any weaker, it would have cut through his neck. Perhaps he set it that way. I wouldn’t put it past him.

“Hold still. I think I can get it.” Gohan fingered the hair thin strand. He tried to get under it but, it just conformed to his neck perfectly. Every movement the band moved perfectly with it. Gohan sighed giving up. “I’m sorry Yamcha but, I can’t remove it with killing you.”

“It’s okay, Gohan.” Trunks walked up to the both of them.

“So what did dad do to you two?”

X)(X

Everyone laid on the ground unconscious or parallel after the snake’s attack. The snake’s retracted back to the palms off Vegeta’s hands.

“Good work.” The snakes disappeared leaving Vegeta panting for air. The flu was back and twice as bad as before and the once time was enough to put him on bed rest. For a Saiyan that was close to death. Goku recovered for the most part standing on weak legs seeing Vegeta wasn’t in much better condition.

“Seems that move take a lot out of you.” Vegeta straightened up looking at him.

“Do not flatter yourself. I am just not in a hundred percent condition when I started this fight. But, even on my deathbed I could destroy this planet.”

“I’m not going to let you do that.”

“I am not asking your permission here. I am not asking anything really. Except your demise, which I will be taking anyway. Like it or not.” Goku saw Vegeta slightly weaving on his feet and he ki was wavering with an illness attached to it. Vegeta wasn’t lying. He wasn’t a hundred percent. Goku took a really good look. Sweat was soaking the band around Vegeta’s head and still some was running down his face. He was breathing to hard just to be out of breath. It was like his lungs wasn’t taking the air. Yet, Vegeta was fighting with hardly noticeable problems. Even young he was hardcore and wouldn’t even up for anything, even his own health. Vegeta was always a little self-destructive. A trait he had even when he was this young.

Goku rushed hoping Vegeta be to weak from the illness to block. Vegeta jumped up at the last second catching Goku’s shoulders blasting both with his ki power. Vegeta vaulted to the ground behind his opponent as Goku landed in a crouch clutching his shoulders in pain. The blasts weren’t strong but, been so close the attack did five times the damage it normally would. Shaking off the pain Goku stood and throw a blast as he turned around. Vegeta didn’t catch it in time and it hit him square in the chest. Vegeta landed on the ground without as much as a cry out. He nearly landed on the others not moving and eyes closed. Goku not expecting to him to hit by the blast rushed over checking vitals. He was very much alive. Sighing in relief he looked at the others how were coming around. Eighteen and Piccolo were the first to recover.

“Well, it took long enough.” Looking around she saw all the damage that was done. “For a kid he can do a lot of damage. There will be cleaning this for weeks. If not more” The others started to stir and saw Vegeta on the ground breathing hard.

“Glad that’s over for now. I hate to see what happens when he wakes up though.” Goku shook his head.

“When he wakes up, he’ll be in no condition to fight. He’s sick right now.” Goku put his ear on Vegeta’s chest listening. “He lungs are starting to full with fluid and his tempter is too high from even a Saiyan.”

“Hang on.” Krillen leaned on Tien and hobbled over to Eighteen on his one good leg . “He was sick and he was kicking our butts all over the place?” Krillen nearly yelled.

“Yep.”

“Why am I surprised?”

Goku smiled at the comment and looked down starting to pick up Vegeta. He lifted him from his back and his hand skimmed over something that felt weird.

“What the. . .?” Looking at his back it was covered in scars. Overlapped on overlapped scars. He never seen so many on one person before. He heard the others have similar reactions. “Wait a minutes. Vegeta didn’t have any scars. At least not like this. And these are older but, a few weeks. How is poss . . .” Vegeta eyes snapped open and hands shot out around Goku’s neck. Goku grabbed his arms as the others stood there in disbelief. As Goku start to pry off his hands Vegeta eyes rolled back in his head and went limp again complete voided a energy.

Setting Vegeta back down on the ground softly by his arms, Goku started coughing and massaging his neck for the second time today.

“You okay, man?”

“Yeah.” He coughed hard as fully breathing were rushed back into his lungs. “Should have known Vegeta have one more attack in him.” Goku again picked him up without incident this time. “Let’s go.”

X)(X

Dende gasped as he fell a ki drop nearly to non-existence. Running to the edge of the lookout he looked down and forced his concentration. Sighed as the others were all right and Vegeta wasn’t dead just knocked out. Although there was something, he couldn’t what, for wrong with his ki. Like there, was something attached.

“The fight is over!” Bulma looked over at Dende. She couldn’t help but, to be fearing the worst. Dende took two steps before jumping back as everybody appeared in front of him. Everyone except Vegeta had cut up, partly broken and bruised bodies and egos. Vegeta though didn’t even like hurt but, he did look terrible. Bulma couldn’t even move as her saw him. He was breathing very hard and fast. Something was wrong with him. Bulma willed herself to move and ran to Goku.

Bulma seeing Vegeta like this was confusing and heartbreaking. She pulled up the blue cloth and placed her hand on Vegeta’s forehead, only to pull it away like she had been burned. Looking at her palm she could have sworn she saw smoke coming off her hand. Looking straight into Goku’s worried eyes she knew it was worst than it looked.

“We have to get him to capsule corp. Now! He’s burning up!” Goku nodded knows she was more than right. Everyone again held on with Dende, Bulma, trunks, Goten, Chi-Chi, Vidal, Roshi, Yamcha, Plar, Oolong, Gohan, and the Supreme and bodyguard joining the ride.

Goku put two fingers to his forehand and ended up next to Mrs. Bunny Briefs. She turned around looking at everyone.

“Oh company! I love company! You go sit down and I’ll get the tea started. And I got some nice cakes at the bakery today. You must have some.”

“No time mother. Where’s father?”

“Why he is in the lab sweety. Where he always is at this time.” Bulma took off grabbing Goku in the process.

Moving quicker than she ever had before. She let go of Goku running into the lab. Goku could hear glass breaking and a started Mr. Briefs inside.

“Sorry daddy but, we didn’t have much time. I need your help now.” Goku decided to move instead of getting dragged again. Bulma nearly threw her father to the med table and Goku laid Vegeta down on it. Goku stepped out of the way as Bulma moved like a mad woman getting the electric monitors on Vegeta’s head and chest. Once they were in place Bulma turned on the monitors stopping only to see the stats of Vegeta health instantly appear on the computer screen.

Heart Rate: 170

Blood Pressure: 180/150

Internal Temperature: 105.3

Bulma paled considerably. A normal child couldn’t survive this kind of stress on the body for two seconds. Saiyan or not, Vegeta could not take this either for very long. Vegeta not being human and his great will were the only things keeping him together at this point. Bulma was unsure what to do for the moment.

“Unbelievable. He should be able to live at this rate. No child should be able to.”

“No, not just a child daddy. He’s Vegeta.” Mr. Briefs looked at her with a weird look. “No time to explain! We have to get those stats down before his body gives out!”

“Yes, quite right.” Mr. Briefs took out med kit do a full check up on him hoping that would help to solve the problem.

X)(X

The others were in the doorway of the med room unnoticed by the others in the room. They saw the numbers of the screen. A silence went over them as they walked back to the front room in a daze. Sitting down on the couch and chairs and Piccolo choose a nice spot by the wall to meditate, they didn’t say a word as they couldn’t believe what was going on today. First Vegeta was turned into a child, his powers are too high for his age, and as they were getting their butts kicked, they found out he was sick with some kind of illness that seemed to be bad enough to kill him. This was one of the weirdest days they have ever had.

Mrs. Briefs came out with tea and dessert cakes for everyone. She smiled and walked back to the kitchen. Everyone looked at the food and drinks but, found that they weren’t hungry in the least. Krillen broke the silence.

“I can’t believe this! I thought Saiyans don’t get sick. Vegeta said that himself. Now if that not sick I don’t know what is!”

“Shut up. We didn’t know what is going on around here. Nothing is making sense right now.” A collective sigh was heard from all of them from annoyance and tiredness. Dende was having a fun time healing up everyone’s wounds. Ranging from cuts faces to broken and scattered limbs. Vegeta wasn’t pulling on punches. As he got to Tien he looked at him questionably.

“How did this happen?”

“Vegeta grabbed my arm and spinned in the air. I don’t feel anything from the shoulder down to my hip.”

“I such say so. It’s broke in seventeen places and completely dislocated with torn tendon in your shoulder.”

X)(X

Bulma ripped off a printed out version of the results from her latest test. She dropped the paper not liking the result it shows. Vegeta’s heart rate was going even higher now.

“Bulma I need a suction tube.”

“Suction tube?”

“The fluid in his lungs is the serious problem it’s causing the other problems. If we drain the fluid out his heart rate and pressure should go down at least a bit.”

“Right. Worth a try.” Bulma ran to the drawer pulling out a plastic bag with a long tube inside of it. Bulma ran it to her father who grabbed it attaching to the machine. He grabbed a throat scope and inserted it on his mouth checking if his air way was clear enough to get it through his air way. Mr. Briefs started guiding the tube gently, Vegeta reflexes kicked in even in his unconscious state and, he started struggling. The movements were weak but, strong for a human.

“Goku! Get over here! I need you to hold him still.” Goku nodded and rush over and pushed Vegeta’s shoulders down.

“There! I’m in! Bulma! Turn it on!” Bulma pressed the bottom making the machine create a vacuum inside itself to suck to fluid out of Vegeta’s lung in hope it would help. Long moments before the tube showed a deep black sludge inside the tube. Fighting the feelings of disgust Bulma watch the sludge like fluid go into the collecting part of the machine. Mr. Briefs pull up the tube angling to the other side getting the rest of the sludge the was resting in the other lung.

Long minutes pasted until Mr. Briefs removed to tube entirely. They watched as Vegeta was breathing easier and slower now. Bulma looked back seeing the heart rate and blood pressure went down.

Heart Rate: 9

Blood pressure: 110/80

Internal temperature: 105.3

Bulma sighed in relief as most of Vegeta’s vitals were in the non dangerous ranges except the temperature was still way too high. Mr. Briefs turned off the loud suction machine.

“Well now. That much better numbers except the last one.” Goku let go of Vegeta’s shoulders and looked at the screen and asked to question no one really had the answer to.

“So, how are we going to get that down?”

“Anyway we can.” Bulma looked back at Vegeta. A loud rumble was heard to the room even over the machines in the room.

“Goku. Go to the kitchen and eat something. We can handle things from here.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Go.”

“Okay, if you say so.” Goku walked out of the med room going down the long hall way to the living area next to the kitchen. Everyone looked up.

“How’s he doing, dad?”

“Well. His heart rate and pressure was . . .”

“170 and 180 over 150.” Gohan said cutting Goku off. “We saw. Any change?” Goku nodded.

“There stuck a tube down to throat and this black, and thick stuff came out. When they got done with that. He was down to 92 and 110/80.” Gohan nodded.

“Well that’s better. But what about his temperature. That was really high.

“No change in that.” Chi-Chi looked over at Goten. Vegeta is about the same age as Goten now, I think. But, I wonder? Chi-Chi got up and walked down the hall towards the med room. Everybody saw her go. Everybody looked at everybody else and went after her.

Bulma noticed Chi-Chi walking in. She didn’t pay her too much mind. She was a mother and knew how important this was. But, she was wondering why she was here in the first place.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can you get the fever down?” Bulma pressed her lips looked down at him.

“The medications I injected into him aren’t working. Vegeta immune system attacks it before it can move. I never saw anything like this. Not even with Goku to this degree. With an immune system like that this, the illness he has shouldn’t have ever took root in the first place.” Chi-Chi looked down Vegeta. Normal couldn’t stand him too often. But this was a not quite the person she knew. He wasn’t innocent but, he was a confused child who didn’t know much better. He didn’t deserve this. No body she could think of deserved this except maybe Hercure deserved this for a little while.

“Mind if I try something?” Bulma looked up at her. She was willing to be almost anything to get that fever down.

“What is it?”

“Get me a rag and some rubbing alcohol.”

“What? Why?”

“You will see. Trust me.”

“Okay. Sure. Just a sec.” Bulma confused but, went to the cabinet away. She grabbed the clear bottle off the shelve and opened to draw pulling off a clean rag. Walk back over she handed both two her.

Chi-chi took both out of her hands and drop the rag on the table and opened to bottle.

“Okay, now remove his boots while I do this, please.” Bulma looked like she was crazy or something but, didn’t fight about it. She kept her eyes on Chi-Chi and watch as she folded the rag that she just gave her few times and drenched the whole thing in alcohol. Bulma watched as she lifted Vegeta’s back with one hand, pausing for only a second as she looked down at his back, before started rubbing his down with the soaked rag. She went over his neck and slight down his chest. Bulma dropped Vegeta’s black boots on the floor next to her as she watched Chi-Chi repeat the process over and over again. She about to ask when she heard the computer screen beep several times. She looked at the bottom stat.

Internal temperature: 104.1

Bulma stood there mouth open in shocked. It was working.

The others watched the scene as Vegeta temperature went down little by little. Chi-Chi set Vegeta down on the table.

“There now. Wait about ten minutes and do that again until the fever breaks. We don’t want to over do it or his body may go into shock. Chi-Chi looked over her shoulder. “Could one of you get a light blanket, please?” Goku put two fingers to his forehand and disappeared and reappeared quickly next to Chi-Chi with a small blanket in hand.

“This due?” Chi-Chi picked it up by two corners and threw it up in the air spreading it out.

“It will due.” Chi-Chi pulled it over Vegeta how seems to be sleeping peaceful. Bulma smiled and sat in the large chair next to the computer.

“Thanks, Chi-Chi. Okay, now I need to run some tests. It will take awhile. Feel free to anything in the house. I’ll meet up with you later.” Chi-Chi didn’t need special abilities to see that Bulma needed to be alone and usher everyone including Mr. Briefs out the room and hallway.

Bulma watched them leave and turned back to her computer typing in the test she wanted to run. Pressing enter for the last time she turned back to her patient. She got out of the chair slowly walking to the table. She reached up and removed the band from around Vegeta forehand. Taking her other hand her lifted Vegeta’s head slipping the band up over his tower of hair. She looked down in time to see the bangs get pulled up a bit showing the widow’s peck. Bulma threw the band into the waste basket by the table and turned her attention back to Vegeta’s bangs. Using her fingers she threaded through them watching as they perfection form into there original positions. Creating three thick and, sharp spikes just right above his eyes that hide the Vegeta natural trademark.

But, then again Vegeta’s entire head was nearly a trademark. From the pointed nose, and the hard bitten eyes, widow’s peck, and the flame like tower of hair. He wasn’t to hard to miss on the streets especially by the ladies who loved dark and mysterious men. Vegeta was as dark and mysterious as they could come without being dangerous to all life . . . anymore. She stopped smiling as see looked at him carefully. His ribs were poking out of his pale white skin. He was far too skinny. Curious she snaked her arms under his knees and neck. She lifted his with hardly an effort.

“No. Your far too light. You should be up there with Trunks or at least Goten.” She set him down picking up one of his arms. She looked at the mules forming the arm. “For this degree of muscle mass you should have at least another twenty pounds on you. Was this because of Frezia or careless on your part?” She asked without really expecting him to answer. “No, even you could be this careless about your own body. Injuries sure but, this no. You would know better.” Bulma ran her finger over his ribs and noticed a twitch of pain over a certain area. Feeling the area she felt some things out of place. “Broken ribs?” Bulma walked over the portable x-ray machine. “Let’s see what else could be the matter with you.”