Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Big problems in a small package ❯ 5 ( Chapter 5 )

The past two days ran without incident. Vegeta would leave at four o’clock in the morning and go to the training spot early. At six Goten would come and they would start their training session. Around noon, Vegeta would send Goten home and he would return to capsule corp. He seemed to be staying clear of Gohan and Bulma for some reason or another. Probably he just wanted to be alone now that he had the privacy and the choice of it.

Gohan was still doing his work. Bulma would fax over the completed papers. And Vidal came over to give Gohan the notes they took in class that day. It was almost routine with the way things were going.

It was seven o’clock in the morning. Vegeta was sound asleep still. His breathing was very shallow and his color was nonexistent. He groaned once or twice but, was all the sound he made. His body wouldn’t wake up and neither would his mind. Both were trapped within an unconscious state. Perhaps from his own free will. It was impossible to tell.

X)(X

Downstairs Gohan was snoring on the couch. He was tried from all the school work. He was only half-way done with the math assignments and he had all but, biology. Bulma was there laughing at the perfect imitation of Goku laying on the couch. Like father like son. Was a huge understatement. A perfect copy was more like it. And just like Goten too. The son’s didn’t have sons at all. They had clones.

The bay doors opened and Goten was there was a confused look on his face. Bulma was confused too. It was way too early for them to be back. Although Vegeta was no where in sight.

“Is your training session over already?”

“He didn’t show up.” Bulma was taking back. That was not Vegeta at all. If he said, he would be there. He would be there. Something was up.

“What? Not at all?” Goten shook his head looking at the floor. Feelings obviously hurt a bit.

“Maybe I did something wrong.” Bulma just smiled shaking her head.

“Trust me. If you did something . . . no. Let me rephrase that. If you did anything wrong. You be the first to know.” Bulma looked up like she could see through the ceiling. “Goten. Go check the third room on the left upstairs. Maybe he just slept in. Sleep is still rare to him for the most part.” Goten nodded running upstairs. Bulma watched him, thinking. It was a bit unusual to have him sleep later than sunrise but, it had happened a few times before.

Bulma looked back at Gohan. A feather, from one of the goose feather pillows, was above his face. Coming in was in inhaled, flying up as he exhaled. With each breath it come in closer and closer. Gohan’s breath wafts up and Gohan breathed in hard. The feather went in his mouth and down his throat. He swallowed the feather.

Eyes wide, Gohan sat up coughing and gaging. He spilt out the now matted feather like a cat would a fur ball. Bulma was holding back the laughter but, it was rather funny.

X)(X

Goten opened the door seeing Vegeta in bed still. The covers were thrown back all the way to the foot of the bed. Vegeta was barely breathing. At first glance you couldn’t tell if he was even breathing at all. Goten walked up to him and shook his shoulder.

“Come on. Get up. You tell me not to be late and here you are. Wake up!” No response. Goten stopped looking at him. “Vegeta? Vegeta, are you okay?” Again, no response. Goten grabbed his arm and shook on it trying to get him up. Annoyed slightly, he jerked his arm like he would Gohan when he didn’t wake up hoping that would work. Vegeta’s body moved easier due to his light weight and fell hard to the floor by Goten’s feet.

Goten closed his eyes waiting for the blows of a cranky Saiyan. Goten cracked open one eye seeing Vegeta was still on the floor. Goten stood there motionless for long moments watched Vegeta’s body. There, almost on his feet. He was not moving in the least. As he was looking down at Vegeta’s practically lifeless body, his brain kick started and he ran as fast as his little legs would carry him back down stairs.

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Bulma heard the frantic footstep coming towards her before she could turn he found herself on her back with a freaked out look on his face.

“Vegeta! He-he-he’s! I-I don’t know! He’s not moving! He’s I think! He might be . .!” Bulma spoke up to make him stop. If she let him go on he would pass out from the lack of oxygen.

“Goten. Stop, take a breath, and get off me!” Goten stopped and noticed she was on the floor. Goten did what he was told and removed herself.

Gohan picked her up. She was okay for the most part. Back on her feet Bulma looked down seeing Goten in duress.

“Now what’s wrong?”

“Vegeta! He’s not waking up. I pulled his arm like I do Gohan’s and I pulled him out of bed. He fell to the floor but, he didn’t wake or get up. I don’t know what’s wrong! I couldn’t even see him breathing! And he was cold! Kinda like . . .” He looked at his brother for a moment before turning back to Bulma. “Like ice.” Bulma was on her knees with her hands on his shoulders.

“Are you sure?!” Bulma was near screaming but, was able to beat it back a little. Goten only nodded his head hard and fast.

Moving faster than thought possible for a human and was upstairs in half a second.

X)(X

Running through the open door she saw Vegeta face down and the floor. Bulma was at his side and turned him over. She turned him over and put her hand right up against his face. There was a faint, warm breeze from his mouth. He was breathing so shallow it seemed like he was not even breathing at all. Bulma started to tear up but, didn’t shed even one tear.

Picked up the possibly light Saiyan she ran out the door going straight. Gohan and Goten were struggling to keep up with her without powering up. Bulma was showing that special strength mothers have when their child or someone they love as much is hurt or in danger.

Back in the lab again Bulma put him on the table. Again the electrons went on his body and the computer was reading his vitals. Bulma turned seeing the result the computer come up with. Everything was low. Too low for even sleep. Too low for even a coma victim. That can’t be right. That was impossible even for an indestructible Saiyan like Vegeta himself. Bulma cleared the screen and she ran the program again.

The stats came back up the same. Bulma stood there at the computer stunned to silence. Gohan was to same as Bulma.

X)(X

Goku was up early again. Something wasn’t right. Goten energy was at Capsule Corp and, he could feel Vegeta’s energy at all. Something was up. Putting two fingers up to his forehead, he disappeared.

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Vegeta’s life force was there and still somehow strong but, his breathing, blood pressure, internal temperature, and brain wave patterns were way too low to support life. At least to was to not be able but, there he was. Goten, who did fully understand all the results, was worried about his new teacher. He was fine yesterday and the day after that.

It didn’t make sense though. His body shouldn’t be alive with such little oxygen being taking in. Bulma put a oxygen mask on him. But it wasn’t doing much. They couldn’t make him take in more air than he was taking in. Bulma sat in the seat on over the stats from last time. The stats results were one-eighty from each other. Bulma started overlapping the two results charting the similarity and differences. They had to be a clue. Something anyone else would have miss.

Goku walked into the lab carefully. No one noticed him though. He saw Vegeta on the table again and walked closer.

Sweat ran down his face, a pain laced his heart as fear overtook him. His body shook with nervous trembling as his breath hitched in his throat. Finally he screamed.

“AHH! Needles!” Goku ran out of the room scared for his life. Gohan and Bulma turned seeing Goku’s back as he ran away from the lab in a scared, fright, running flight. All they could do, was sigh. Bulma turned back to the computer and Gohan looked over at Goten. He was sitting by the table, legs folded and hands on his knees. His face looked like Piccolo’s. Perfectly calm and tranquil. Even stoic like Vegeta’s has been. The older Vegeta was always stoic or angry. This Vegeta seemed to be always stoic with flares of anger.

Goten seemed to be a little different than usually in the least two days. Less bubbly and more serious. As Bulma was tapping away on the computer Gohan went over to his brother.

“Hey, Goten. Bro? What are you up too?”

“Quiet. You are braking my concentration of my meditation.” Gohan was taken back. He never heard Goten talk that way before. That would be saying Vegeta would have said if he was just calm and not having flares of anger.

The beeping of the computer caught there attention. The stats jumped up instantly to normal for a Saiyan. The sudden change was very weird. If he was human the sudden jump in vitals would have killed him. Hearing a small crack of something they turned to see the oxygen mask on the floor and watched him sit up, yawning wide as his gloved hands rubbed his eyes. He stretched his arm over his head. Gohan had to look way when his ribs moves sickeningly against his skin.

How he and the others didn’t notice before was beyond him. Perhaps now because he was sitting still and no ki power to distract his attention away from his appearance. He looked back on how the skin dipped in from the bones of the ribs, inhumanly so. How he could function at all what also beyond him.

Vegeta looked around getting his bearings. He seemed to recognize the place. Vegeta was always had a good memory, besides this incident with him not remembering he wasn’t a child or not knowing who any of they are. But, that wasn’t his fault. Gohan decided to try to keep his eyes above the shoulders when he had to look at him, until he put on some weight.

Vegeta spotted them for a moment before looking down at Goten. Vegeta unwound his tail letting it tickle Goten’s neck. Goten twitched but, fought off the feeling. Bulma and Goten looking at each confused before turning back to Vegeta and Goten. Vegeta lowered his tail again using the furry tip to tickle under his chin. Goten growled trying to move away from the sensation but, Vegeta would move his tail to keep up. He was smiling and not in a creepy, evil way either.

Bulma and Gohan stared jaw open and hanging low. Bulma stood there trying to figure out what was up this. Did Vegeta get hit on the head like Goku and get a different personality or what. And Goten he was acting different too. He was barely above the rude line with his own brother and he was growling moments ago. Goten does not do that as far as I know. She looked at Vegeta’s non scowling face. But . . . Vegeta has and does. And now Vegeta is smiling . . . nicely and playing around a bit. She watched when Vegeta’s raised his hand and cuffed Goten’s head, bring him out of mediation.

“Hey!” Goten yelled in anger never seen before in him. He turned seeing the attacker. “And you tell me not to interrupt mediation unless an emergency.”

“It is.” Vegeta said eyes closed with a big toothy grin.

“What?” Vegeta open them looking down with big, bright, happy eyes. It looked foreign on him.

“I am hungry!” Goten waited for more. Nothing came.

“And?” Vegeta leaned down.

“To a Saiyan nothing is more important than a good meal or fight. You even being a half-breed should know this. Earth word duh.” Goten just huffed turned his back on Vegeta, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever.” Goten sounded so defeated. Vegeta laughed lightly jumping off the table making the electrodes rip off in the process. Vegeta grabbed Goten’s hand and ran out laughing all the way out while talking in a gigglish voice.

“Come on. The blonde non android female will make us something and a lot of it. In fact she doing so right now.”

“Fine.” Goten said as Vegeta nearly dragged him out of the room leaving Bulma and Gohan to stare in shock after them. Bulma looked at Gohan.

“Is it just me or did they seem to swap attitudes?”

“I glad you asked that first!” Gohan said needing to sit down for a minute.

X)(X

Goku was sitting down at the table as Bunny Briefs stacked more and more pancakes on the serving tray goku was using as a plate. Vegeta, still holding on Goten’s arm stopped watching the blonde for a moment before her turned seeing them.

“Oh. Do sit down. I have enough for ten of you Saiyans.” Vegeta just smiled again.

“Do not mind if we do.” Vegeta said making Goku choke and turn confused. It sounded like Vegeta, looked like Vegeta, even smelled like Vegeta. But, that was no the way Vegeta acting or talked. Where was the stoic, monotone voice? The underlining venom when he talked? Here he sounded sweet and full of emotion he denied having before.

Both Vegeta and Goten sat down. Vegeta with a smile and Goten with a straight, emotionally voided face. Goku was starting to wonder if he fell into a alternate universe somehow.

“Hey boys.”

“Hi humanized second descendant of Bardock!” Vegeta said as cheerful as possiable like Goten on sugar.

“Hello, father.” Goten said as dead pan as Vegeta normally would. Goku looked back at the two. This was weird.

Bunny placed two plates in front of the boys from both looked up at her.

“Thanks miss blonde haired non-android female!” Goten looked at Vegeta and back at her.

“Indeed. Your kindness is appeasing as your cooking ability.” Goku was so freaked out he stopped eating. Bunny smiled not noticed the difference in the two boys.

“You two are so sweet.” Vegeta and Goten ignored her. Bulma and Gohan walked in when Bunny put down the plates. They watched both of them as they both at the same time take hold of the napkin and straightened it out placing it at the edge of the table. Taking the knife and fork all watched, as they both, at the same time cut with the knife, pick it up with the fork, put in there mouth, chewed, and swallowed. They had the same timing over and over again. Both they eating like Vegeta when there wasn’t a fight anytime soon or was in no hurry. Bulma remembered when Vegeta did that the first time. She nearly fell out of her chair.

Although neat they still ate fast. The brightness in Vegeta eyes dimmed as the dimmest brightened in Goten’s. Bunny came back with two plates again filled with pancakes. She placed them back down in front of them.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Thanks miss Bulma’s mom!” Again Bunny smiled and looked at Goku.

“Hun? Are you sick? You haven’t finished yet?” Goku looked at her and down at his plate.

“Right.” He shoved it all into his mouth watching as Goten was no doing the same. Vegeta was eating the same as before. Goten finished his turning to Vegeta.

“So what happened to you?” Vegeta swallowed the food in his mouth and looked over at Goten with one eye.

“Induced coma. I planned to come out of it earlier but, my body was not listening to me.” Bulma listened in great fascinated joined in.

“You planned to come out of it? You can make yourself come out of a coma!” Vegeta looked at her and his eyes lightened before her eyes.

“Shows you what you know! Shows you what you know! Shows you what you know! Shows you what you know! Shows you what you know! Shows you what you know! Shows you what you know! Shows you what you know! Shows you what you know! Shows you what you know!” He stopped chanting as he started laughing hard pointing at her. Vegeta stopped as his eyes darkened again. “It is easy when you have control over mind and all function therefore . . .” He stopped and he’s eyes lightened once more. “It sucks to be you!” He started laughing again and Goten joined in, pointing and laughing like crazy. Bunny come over again.

“Ready for more?” In a instant both Goten and Vegeta turned plates in hand.

“YES PLEASE!” Both said loudly in unison both with big smiles and big innocent eyes.

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A hour passed and everyone Bulma told to go away was back including Chi-Chi who was brought by Eighteen and Krillen. They were in one word, surprised with Vegeta new attitude. Vegeta explained the training of the mind can have effects like this for the teacher and student. It was temporary. Vegeta and Goten would experience each others emotions or the lack of emotions.

The ‘mood swings’ as Bulma put it was now entertaining to watch. Since they understood what was happening.

First Goten and Vegeta would play some silly human and game then suddenly stop and meditated or something else highly serious. Then one would get annoyed and the other would. Sometimes the first one would change and would be content while the other would get annoyed. It was like a comedy routine.

Trunks come down and heard the whole story along with everyone else. He was sure he could use Vegeta’s good mood time to his advantage.

“Vegeta?” He turned to Bulma. “Why did you put yourself into an indued coma for?” Vegeta smirked turning back to the t.v. as the new cast was still going on.

“My body was burning up all my storage energy I had left. I needed to conserve some of it. So I shut down all non vital systems in my body for half the night and part of this morning. That way I would not burn myself out and die in my sleep last night.”

“Oh.” Bulma was stunned and amazed.

“But, if anything I had a goodnight sleep for once. Over four hours. I never get that not even back at what with home.” Vegeta replied light eyes and all.

“So how long will this last?” Piccolo asked kinda freaked out at Vegeta overly happy behavior.

“About a day.”

“I see.”

“Unless I go crazy with all . . . these . . . emotions!” He screamed the last word to the top of his lungs and laughed uncontrollable like the night he jumped into the river. He fell to the floor on his back kicking his legs in the air like crazy.

Goten stand over him looking down at him and back at them.

“This would be funny if I was capable of that emotion at the moment.” He looked down with the strange neutral look on his face. “Is training canceled for today?”

“Postponed for the moment. Are you not the eager Mertese!”

“A what?”

“An animal on my planet. I had many of them. There were always running amuck and getting into everything. So much fun.” Vegeta eyes were still light but, sadness come over them. “Jerodies, Mertese, Totlen, Vamlen, and my huge bird-like Carlays, my huge dragon that was bigger than the whole castle and all the one outside the castle. There all gone. All my friends are gone. Valcausa too all gone.” Everyone watched as Vegeta brought his knees out to his chest as tears started to form. Vegeta was experiencing one of Goten other emotions. Sadness and all the other pesty feeling along with it. Vegeta was trying to keep himself under control and it wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“Goten! These are your stupid emotions! What am I feeling and how do I stop it! I do not like one! I believe that is the point but, that is not helping one bit!” Vegeta was helplessness and confused, which made him angry plus overly sad.

“Sadness and depression. You thought of something that made you really sad. Think of something that makes you really happy.” Vegeta closed his eyes and tried to push all the sad thoughts away. It was much harder to do than usually. The more he tried the worst it got.

“Not working!” Vegeta put his hands on the side of his ear if to block out a sound no one including the Namekic couldn’t hear.

Only moments passed as the darkness returned to his black eyes. He stood stoic with an underlining of anger. He was normally. The sadness was gone. Goten returned to his normal self too. Vegeta looked at him.

“When this is over I’m draining the ‘sadness’ emotion out of you somehow. Just incase this happens again.”

“Then I can be happy all the time.” Vegeta looked at him and walk over to the wall.

“I take it back then.” Goten eyes darkened again.

“Hey!” Vegeta ignored him sitting back against the wall, legs folded, eyes shut. He was floating inches above the floor. Goten smirked and tip toed over hand raised and ready to cuff him over the head like he did earlier. Inches form him he raised higher.

“Do not even think about it! Touch me and I will rip your arms off and stuff them down your throat . . . being my student or not.” Goten stepped back nervously laughing knowing he meant that

Vegeta opened his eyes as the reporter mentioned something he recognized. The others saw the attention he was giving the new report making them turn to see what was so important.

“Mr. Irvine Rooster was giving a grant to continue his work on the pictures of as he called it ‘untouched nature.’ An artist who wishes his name not to be released at this time, purchased the desert picture named ‘Overlooked dangers.’ When asked about the name he only had this to say.” The picture changed to a old man Vegeta recognized right away. “The name means as it sounds. You can look at something or someone and not realize the dangers they possess. Simple as that.” The camera switch back to the studio. “Back to you Jim.” Vegeta turned to head back.

“So he did survived and made a profit. I guess I’m not only for destruction for some.” With that Vegeta didn’t say another word.

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Three hours went by and Vegeta was still in the same position. Only a little higher off the ground now. Vegeta suddenly brought legs down seeing only Trunks in the room.

“No wonder. The smell in here is rancid. Where is Goten?” Trunks narrowed his eyes taking to remind calm.

“He said something his mother didn’t like. He’s in time out.”

“Hm. No matter. With his emotions and mine out of control training is possible to do correctly.”

“Could you do it if it was only your emotion out of wack?”

“I could not say.”

“What do you think?”

“It is a experience many have never done before. There is no way I can form a opinion either way.” Vegeta closed his eyes. “So. Just shut up!” He busted up laughing bright eyes and all. He stopped holding his head. “This is giving me a headache.”

“It’s because you a Goten are so different. If we did that changes would hardly be noticeable. We are closely alike.”

“How dare you!” He voice grew low, like he was turning into the demon again. His eyes completely changed to a glowing red like top traffic light. Trunks moved back sensing if not feeling the anger. Trunks stuck a nerve somehow and he know it.

Vegeta closed his eyes briefly and opening showing his normal black and white eyes. Trunks relaxed a bit.

“You want another chance to prove yourself to be worthy of my Saiyan training, cubby?” Trunks growled at the nick name but, nodded anyway.

“Fine. One hour meet me at the hole up there. Meaning the indent of your body by the way.” Vegeta walked out of the room going past the stairs.

“We going to fight again?”

“No. That be pointless. We are going to do something to test your true metal.”

“What does that mean?”

“Never you mind. You will see in one hour. Do not be late.” Vegeta never stopped walking on his way. He had something else on his mind.

Back when he had the virus he was in the one room. It was so familiar and a scent so familiar too. He was embarrassed not to know how it was. He told himself it was because he was to so much pain but, that didn’t make him feel better. Moving into the hall in went to the white door and stepped into the senor making the door fly up. The room was the same as that day. Quiet and blinding white.

Vegeta sniffed the air. The smell was strong and almost implanted into the room. Vegeta crouched down and put his nose next to the floor. Sniffing at it bloodhound, storing it my memory. Moving slowing in a strange long strides walk on all fours. He moved to the contraption in the middle of the room.

He jumped up on it holding into the pipes right above the control panel. He was so curious to was killing him. Reaching down Vegeta hit the big red button. The room hummed and felt different. Vegeta slipped a bit down on the pipe. Vegeta realized what was going on. The gravity was changed. It was higher. This was gravity induced and multiplication room.

With his curiosity fulfilled, Vegeta hit the button again and it all turned off. This was training room. Feeling a bit better he pushed off the pipes to the floor. Walking out into the hallway he moved down to the normal door that held his interest that day. He opened the door letting it swing open.

The room as like a forest indoors. Just like the conservatory back home. Plants, animals, even a river running down out a waterfall. This one wasn’t as well done but, it was overly nice. Cats and dinosaurs where running around free and Vegeta felt as ease. He wasn’t sure if it was Goten’s emotions or not. Not that be cared at the moment.

Other small animals ran by, not giving Vegeta a second glance. Vegeta shut the door, soaking it all in. He liked it better in here than the forest out back. The artificial sun was so well done he couldn’t feel the difference on his skin. This was his new favorite place on this planet not that he had a overly favorite place before.

Vegeta ran up to the trees and climbed up the biggest one of the group. He was jumping to limb to limb rather than climbing. Reaching the top Vegeta looking over the whole area. The big was bigger than it looked from the ground. How in a limited building that in could be, he wasn’t sure. Not that he overly cared.

A toothless t-rex walk about him and roared loud. Vegeta found it annoying. He smacked it across the face hard enough for it to sting but, not permanently damaging. The T-rex had a tearing coming out of his one eye. Vegeta had no pity.

“If you did not do that. Then I would not of had to hurt you like that. You are not getting any sympathy from me. Do not even try it.” The T-rex stomped away tears splashing on the ground as it sulked away, upset. “He will get over it.” His said to himself, laying down on the branch wanting to relax his mind and body for a while. He had to fight sleep as he listened to the fake but, convincing sounds of nature.

X)(X

It was not quite an hour but, it was getting close. Trunks told them about the agreement slash challenge between himself and Vegeta. The others decided they were going. Vegeta didn’t seem to care as long as they stayed out of it. But, what was Vegeta up too though? He already said there wasn’t going to be a fight. So what did he want to do up there? These new questions plagued their minds.

Vegeta walked out of the hallway beyond the stairs going for the exit. When he saw everyone again.This is what I called taking the buddy system too far. Vegeta never missing a beat walk over to Goten ignoring the others like they weren’t there.

“Goten if you wish I like you to play this too. You have nothing to prove but, the training behind this is something I will have you doing in the next few days. Besides it is, as you say, harmless fun.”

“What you we doing?”

“You will see. Let us go.” Vegeta noticed the others holding hands. He turned to Goten. “They doing some kind of square dance without music?”

“No. Instant transmission. They have to do in contact with each other to move with dad.”

“Oh. I see. The technique that save the small ex-monk there from being a pincushion.” Vegeta said jerking his head in Krillen’s direction. Everyone froze.

Krillen stepping closer to the volatile prince. “How did you know that?” Krillen didn’t take in to account he interrupted the conversion between Goten and Vegeta. And if there were a list of things not to do to Vegeta the top three would be do not touch without permission, to not wake him up, and lastly do not interrupt him as he is talking. Vegeta stopped as Krillen spoke. He was annoyed to say the least.

Vegeta turned with a barely keeping rage behind his eyes.

“What human? What do you want so much you had to interrupt me like that? What could possible so important you had to have the answer right way!” The others watched in fascination as his tail was nearly fling itself side to side. Krillen swallowed hard to answer.

“How did you know I was a monk? I didn’t mention it at all.” Krillen relaxed as the brightest returned in Vegeta’s eyes like the many times before today.

His tail stopped and wrapped around his waist again. He even smiled that was adorable but, remembering how is was it was slightly creepy.

“Well you see . . . it a secret. But, if you will step over this way and the Namekic cover his sharp hearing ears.” Piccolo narrowed his eyes. Vegeta crossed his arms looking at him. “I am not telling him until you do!”

“Try asking nicely.” Vegeta eyes darkened.

“That was nicely. As I nice as I get. If you want me to do angry. I will do angry.” His eyes lightened again. “And it not a pretty sight.”

“Piccolo. Please.” Krillen said. I was like if he didn’t know the answer he would die.

Piccolo snared a bit and covered his ears.

“Namekic. I have eyes you know.” Piccolo covered his ears all the way. Krillen got closer and Vegeta cupped his hands around his ear. “You see.” He paused looking at everyone else and leaned into his ear. “I . . .DO NOT HAVE TO TELL YOU A THING LOSER!” Krillen was on the floor holding his one ear as Vegeta yelled as load as he could. Everyone looked sorely at Vegeta. Goten crossed his arms.

“Saw that coming.”

“Then you should have stopped me.”

“Why ruin your fun?”

“Exactly! Now! To the tower!” Vegeta eyes darkened again and his face lost all the sweet innocents it had the moment before and harden back the evil warrior he was. “This is the only chance you get, Trunks. You fail and do not even think about hinting for a another one.”

X)(X

Mr. Popo was tending the garden again when he saw the burry of people.

“Oh my! Sometime wrong?” Goku smiled politely.

“You’ll be the first to know.” They stood there waiting for Vegeta and Goten who decided to fly instead. Actually it was Vegeta who decided and Goten went along for the ride.

Vegeta landed in the platform minutes after the others got there. Goten could be seen coming. Vegeta crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently. Thirty seconds later Goten landed. Vegeta didn’t say a word as he walked over to the hole that was still in the floor. Trunks walked over trying to look like he wasn’t nervous. Vegeta looked over at him and then in front of him staring at the edge.

“Alright. You see the edge?”

“Yeah.”

“We are going to playing a Saiyan training game. Normally we do this on a mountain top and this will do just fine. First we run to the edge then jump over.” Trunks waited for more.

“And?”

“Who comes closest to the ground without killing themself wins. Simple. Oh and Namekic I know your listening. Tell the others if the interfere I will see that a Trunks’ forfeit. They can watch from the ground if they wish but, kept their distance.”

Piccolo gasped slightly but, enough to be heard from everyone their.

“What?”

“He knows I was listening. He said no one interfere or Trunks will be seen as forfeited whatever that means.”

“Anything else?”

“Yes. Their driving over edge and falling to the ground. Like the game of Chicken without the car or road.” Everyone started agreeing and yelling a bit not noticing the boys running to the edge as the started the ‘simple training game’.

The all dived over the edge. No ki as they fell down. Trunks was nervous yet, hid it behind his eyes. Goten was showing nothing but, his eyes were darker. He was experiencing Vegeta’s lack or restrained emotions again. Trunks stuck a peek at Vegeta who was overly calm. He watched at Vegeta turned his head to Goten.

“Having fun?”

“No. Are you?”

“I do not know. What does that mean?” Vegeta started laughing only to stop as his eyes darkened to normal. “Man. You are happy all the time! I swear!” Vegeta looked down seeing the others appearing down there. They were halfway down.

The ground was only a twenty feet away. There would high in a matter of second. Ten feet and both Trunks and Goten stopped themself and Vegeta kept going. They watch as Vegeta’s power flattened out he grass under him. He was an inch from the ground looking up that them.

“I win. I expected you do a little better Goten.”

“I wasn’t sure if I could stop in time. I only learned to fly not gone ago.” Vegeta didn’t seem to care. He tilted his head back seeing the other watch eyes bugged out. He thought he felt eyes.

“Your insane! You could have been killed.” Gohan spit out exactly what was on his mind. Vegeta only yawned at his distress.

“First of all, could of, would of, did not and lastly after seeing my planet destroyed, being employee to the man that did it, daily beating, injections of virus and illness to see if I will die or not, and the constant lording of power of every second or every single day!” Vegeta calmed down before continuing. “Now with all that who could sane? You! Do not make me laugh. Beside I know the extent of my powers inside and out. I know what I am doing and the extent I can go. Then I one up it.” Vegeta rose up in the air high to straighten himself. And flew up higher to meet the two boys.

Vegeta turned to Goten with a smirk on his lips.

“Hjsdf jio ui hsdes hwoed?” Trunks heard the questioning tone in his voice or what he believe was a questioning tone as he his jerked his head in his direction.

“Vethe jol val yo.” He watched as Vegeta turned back to him. With a smile Vegeta grabbed Trunks and kneed his hard in the stomach. Vegeta brought his double over form closer and whispered something in his ear. Vegeta pulled back and let Trunks drop the short distance to the ground.

“Consider the slate clean between us.” He turned back to the others. “So as the people here say. Later! Do not follow me.” Vegeta mocked saluted again flew off. Goten floated down to the ground as Trunks picked himself up.

Eighteen with hands on her hips tried to put it all together but, failed.

“Okay. What was that about?” Goten looked at her.

“He no longer feels ill will towards Trunks now.” Bulma picked up her son as he fell down again.

“What did Vegeta say to you?”

“He said . . . report to the mountain top over looking the ocean at six o’clock. . . . . If your later we are starting . . . without you.”

X)(X   Bulma gave up telling the others to go. So they were staying there for now. Vegeta didn’t seem to care as long as they kept their distance. He was used to them for the most part by now. Vegeta was on his schedule he set for himself. Leaving a four in the morning, meeting and training with the two boys and six, return around noon. After that he did whatever he felt like doing. Vegeta didn’t even talk to anyone else but, Trunks and Goten for the past two days. Bulma couldn’t be sure but, it still seemed that Vegeta favored Goten still. Vegeta possible just needed more time to warm up to Trunks but, it seemed deeper than that. But, then again Vegeta was hard to tell what he was thinking or why Vegeta did anything. Even for an expert like Bulma.   Everyone but the boys were in the front room talking or watching television. Except, Bulma who looked up for her book, glancing the clock. It was about time for the boys to come back. They should be home anywhere between ten seconds from fifteen minutes from now. She looked down at her book as the balcony door opened letting in the warm breeze. Vegeta walked in followed closely by Goten and her son. Bulma just sighed. Three seconds. Always got to make a liar out of me don’t you Vegeta!”   Vegeta stopped short looking at her. She noticed the extra attention for a moment before he continuing on his way.   “Hey Vegeta. Me and Trunks are going to park. You wanna come?” Vegeta almost sighed.   “Goten. Talk correctly or not do talk at all.”   “Oh. Um.” He cleared his throat. “Trunks and I are going to the park. You wish to accompany us?”   “Better. No. I have an appointment elsewhere. Yet, do go on. Have your . . . fun.”   “You sure?” Vegeta turned to have Goten see his eyes.   “Would I have say it if I was not sure?” Goten looked at him for a moment then smiled putting his hand behind his head.   “Good point.” He turned to Trunks nodding and back to Vegeta. “Okay, see you later!” Both Trunks and Goten flew out the door. Vegeta turned stifling a yawn as he passed the stairs.   “Hopefully. Much later.” The others watched as he went without another word being said. Truth be told they were use to this Vegeta more than the one two days ago.   X)(X flashback   Tien and Choaisue walking in unannounced and unexpected. Walking into the kitchen they noticed Goku, Goten, Vegeta were at table eating. Well, it was Goten and Vegeta eating and Goku was not. That was weird in it’s own right. Vegeta and Goten would switch from eating neatly to shove nearly whole pancakes on the mouths. They were either mirroring or being the opposite of each other.   Vegeta looked up seeing the talking china doll, and the three eyed man. They would see the darkening of Vegeta’s eyes. Vegeta had a way to just send out of a signal of evil around him. Some were oblivious to it and some picked up on it immediately.   “Correctly me if I’m wrong. Did the blue haired woman tell you two leave or not?” Goku noticed Vegeta wasn’t talking to anyone in the room. Turn he saw the two behind Bulma and Gohan, who didn’t notice them either.   “What are you doing here?” Bulma yelled partly in annoyance. Tien focused all three eyes on her.   “We couldn’t train with Vegeta here like this.” Bulma, hands on hips, looked at them sternly.   “Look I have things under control.”   “For the moment!” Bulma took a breath to yell out her reply when she felt the air shift. But, it wasn’t the air. It was them.   They were at the table. Bulma over by Vegeta and the other two on the other side on the table across from her. All but, one were wondering how they got there. The answer was sitting next to Bulma. Vegeta took his fingers away from his head. Before they would say a word Vegeta spoke.   “On my planet, we had a saying. Even a warrior race doesn’t fight at the breakfast table. So disregard from yelling and such until the everyone is finished consuming their fill here. Then rip each other to shreds for all I care.” Vegeta eyes had the lightness when he was talking moments ago but, now they were dark as midnight. “So be quiet.” Vegeta didn’t yell but, Vegeta’s voice carried it like he did.   Mrs. Briefs, oblivious to all that come over again with two plates setting them in front of Goten and Vegeta for the sixth time. Both boys said their thanks which caused a couple looks since Vegeta was being unnaturally nice again.   “You guys hungry too?” All three looked at each other and back at her.   “Coffee please.” They said in unison.   X)(X present time   Bulma snapped out of her day dream as Chi-Chi was calling her name. Shaking her head, she turned to Chi-Chi.   “Yes?”   “You okay?” Bulma sighed but, nodded.   “Yeah, I was reliving the incident two days ago when Vegeta and Goten were constantly swapping their personalities. That’s all.”   “Well, Vegeta is acting weird a bit. So we are going to follow him. You coming?” Bulma shook her head disagreed   “This is not weird for him. You’re only going to annoy him and make him mad.” Everyone was going past the stairs not listening to her. She sighed getting up and following them. This was a huge mistake. Best case scenario Vegeta would just ignore them. But, that was doubtful.   Bulma entered the hallway last seeing Krillen coming out of the gravity room, shaking his head. The others were confused. Nothing else, that would hold Vegeta’s interest was down here that they knew of. So why he come down this way?   “Goku can you sense him out?” Goku not really wanting to bug Vegeta but, he also weigh the wrath of his wife. Vegeta at least would make his death quicker than she could. He sensed his ki. It was low but, there unlike the one time many days ago when the virus was inflicting him something terrible. Goku moving and the others followed. He went to the door that opened the area of the animal safe house. Some of the others were afraid Vegeta was in here for a meal. Bulma was ashamed to admit that she was one of them.   They walked in a group watching nearly all the animals moving away from them but, seeming to collect in one place. They saw why. Vegeta petting the toothless dinosaur between the eyes. The other animals stopped short in a semi-circle around him. As Vegeta stopped petting it the big t-rex laid down on it’s side. And Vegeta sat down by it and rested his back against the giant’s belly.   The other animals moved in. A long fanged tiger came in close and laid down on Vegeta legs gently. The birds in the trees came down resting on the t-rex side. The small animals on the ground formed around him and some got into his lap. Vegeta didn’t mind. With eyes closed his laid his head back against the belly of the beast and slow drifting off. Sleep would feel so good.   The others watched mouths opened in shock. This was unbelievable. This wasn’t possible. Was Vegeta so animal like these animal saw him as one of their own? Not wanting to ruin the moment Bulma called the robot to get some chairs and other materials. They were going to stay here a while. Maybe after Vegeta’s nap here. He would be more compliant to answer some questions. There were plenty to go around.   Two hours had pasted and no one there by Vegeta had even stirred. All too comfortable to try. Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Eighteen were playing cards. Piccolo was meditating while the others were in conversation mode.   Mrs. and mister Briefs were inside there too. Mrs. Briefs had to be restrained as she wanted to run over an give the sleeping Vegeta a big hug. That wasn’t a good idea on so many levels. And then there was the animals around him.   Trunks and Goten came in no more than a minute ago watching the screen in the clearing of the indoor forest. These animals were inside, they were mostly wild still. So how Vegeta could be sleeping with a wild T-rex and all the others around him? No one but, Vegeta himself could be sure. Mrs. and mrs. Briefs feed them but, contact with humans was minimal and the animals could come close to the door due to an electric fending for protection.   Trunks walked up a little past the others watching his chibified father sleeping with breathing fur blankets on and around him. And a huge T-rex on his side letting Vegeta used him like a pillow. Looking down their was one squirrel that came up to Trunks. Trunks bent down and reached his hand out. Trunks petted in on the head.   “See. The animals here like people. That’s why . . . AH!” Trunks yelled in pain as the squirrel bit him through the nail of his finger. It was rather painful.   After it bit him, it ran back to the sleeping group. It jumped up on the tiger, that was on Vegeta legs, and onto Vegeta’s chest. The light weight animal didn’t disturb Vegeta’s sleep. Trunks watched in disbelief. Docter Briefs cleared his throat importantly.   “The animals here are not tame. They are vaccinated and fed but, they are so wild as any other animal outside. It’s extortionately that young Vegeta is seen as part of their world. Some animals here are enemies but, here but, see them laying together without incident. Amazing.” Trunks sat down in the empty chair by Goku. He didn’t say another word.   X)(X   Vegeta stirred a little and opened his eyes. He felt better. Saiyan required little sleep but, no sleep for so long would eventually catch up to them. Sleeping with no reliving memory’s dream was rare but, here with the animals around him somehow made it possible.   Yawning he knew he had to get up as he body wasn’t going to go back to sleep. Once he was up, he was up. No if’s, and’s, or but’s about it. Sighing stretched out the best he could with the fur weights on him. Relaxing his body, Vegeta proceeded to wake the animals on his stomach so he would get up without hurting them. Vegeta movements were not unnoticed.   Goku noticed him slowly reaching over himself and apparently waking up the animals there were on his body. Meaning Vegeta was awake now. Maybe he would be willing to talk. He had questions. His though were different than the others. What Goku felt and what they both did, days ago in the forest. He wanted to know what and why he felt and did that? It was so unlike him but, he . . . liked it. Really liked it. Hopefully, Vegeta remembered, understood, and would tell him what that was all about.   The first two were very possible. The last one was the problem. Getting Vegeta to tell you useful information voluntarily was harder than saving the universe from evildoers or calming Chi-Chi down from rage without a fry pan being thrown. If Vegeta didn’t want to tell you, little would change his mind. You couldn’t even beat it out of him, not that many including himself, would try.   Vegeta stood up along with the T-Rex. The long fanged tiger was still in front of him almost whining. The T-Rex nudged the tip of his nose to Vegeta’s side wanting his attention. Vegeta turned towards it petting it again. Vegeta did as much as press his own face into his hardened scales while petting down it’s large jaw line. Even though this one had no teeth it was still dangerous. His jaw pressure alone could kill, but it had no intention to harm Vegeta in anyway. The same with the tiger that moved forward as it wanted more attention too. Vegeta bent down, more than happy to comply.   The other watched as Vegeta was being cotentive with the animals. He was much nicer to the animals even he was to people. No matter the species. They watched as Vegeta got up and walked two steps before getting tackled by the long fanged tiger. Goku jumped up scared but, stopped went Vegeta voice rang out.   “Hey! Come on! Knock it off! Breath mint for the tiger please!” Vegeta was laughing like a child being tickling. “All right. I surrender! I give up!” More laughter ensued and everyone was staring like Vegeta had lost his mind because he never, never acted this way. Not even with Goten’s emotions. “Okay, enough!” Vegeta push the Tiger’s face away standing up. They saw Vegeta wiping his face with one hand as the others patting the tiger on the head. They watch Vegeta point to away from him and the tiger slowly going off it that direction.   “Amazing!” Doctor Briefs said. “He can control them to!” Piccolo annoyed with actuation corrected Doctor Briefs.   “No. He asked them to go or whatever he doesn’t control them. They just listen to him for the most part.” Doctor Briefs looked at Piccolo and back at Vegeta.   “Control, asks. It’s still amazing in it’s purest form.” That was true.   Vegeta walked out of the clearing intent on ignoring all humanoid life form in the room.   “Vegeta?” Unfortunately they weren’t ignoring him. Why can people just leave me alone? No wonder I hate people. Of all species!”   “What now?” Vegeta sounded annoyed more than mad but, that could change fast. Goku, knowing this, decided to asked directly not, wanting to make Vegeta angry by beating around the bush.   “I wanted to talk to you about a few days ago.”   “And which ‘few days ago’ would that be. I had many of them.” Vegeta said with as much venom as possible. That didn’t go unnoticed but, Goku at the moment didn’t care.   “The days the forest was covered in the bodies on those animals you killed.” Vegeta ignored the angry in Goku’s voice.   “Oh. That ‘few days ago’. What about it?”   “What happened?”   “You were there.”   “Yes but, . . .” Goku stopped for a moment trying to word this right. “It was like part of me what not even there. Like my body had a life of it’s own.”   “Do you have a point or do you like hearing yourself talk?” Goku filled with rage slammed his hand on the table cracking instead of breaking this time. A small measure of control. Very small.   “Damn it Vegeta!” Goku cursed making most gasp in the room.   No one ever heard Goku use that kind of language before.   “You’re the only one that knows anything about being a true, full blooded, Saiyan and the effects of it. Something is happening to me! I don’t know what. It’s foreign to me.”   “And it automatically makes it Saiyan? Because it is foreign to you? Are you not Saiyan or are you ashamed of being one so you make yourself be more human? Is that it?”   “I didn’t know I was Saiyan until my brother came down here and told me. I got hit on the head when I was a child. I forgot everything and I was raised human.”   “Such a sad story. Since Radditz does not know where you are and can not leave the ship for such visits because this planet still has life on it. Your story is again highly implausible. You dishonor yourself for making such a claim and trying to make me believe you is another dishonor on you. Hope your proud of yourself for that. Two dishonors in three sentence. That must be a record. Good day to you.” With that Vegeta turned up his nose with his head held high and walked towards the door not overly paying attention to Goku, who got up after him. Vegeta noticed it and was preparing for it with two small thin ki blade at the tips of his middle and index fingers. He never got the chance execute his attack.   The tiger jumped on Goku’s back pushing him down to the ground. Goku twisted onto his back seeing the tiger inches from his face growling and mouth wide open ready to sink it’s fangs into his skull on the slightest move from him. A guard robot came from the wall with what looked like an cattle prod. It came intent on using it of the animal.   Vegeta saw it and watched it coming closer. It lowered the weapon to waist height. It was lowered enough to only hit the tiger. Vegeta raised his hand again, firing the two ki blades into the robot before it could get within two feet of his animal friend. It fell backward with two holes in it’s metal head.   As the one was destroy two more come from the wall. Annoyed, Vegeta destroyed them too. But, only more come. Eyes glowing red with anger, Vegeta rushed towards them fists glowing with energy.   Pieces of robot falling from the sky like rain as the robots were destroyed. Vegeta breathed hard trying to catch his breath. Tiger as unfazed by the blasting and destroying done around his. Vegeta, despite his lack of energy walked over to her. His body was burning off so much energy and Vegeta unable to settle down wasn’t making it any better. Sadly he knew it. Vegeta was just burning off energy faster than he could take it in.   With a chuckle on his lips, Vegeta rubbed the top of the tiger’s head instantly calming the angry animal. Vegeta slowly rubbed down to it neck and grabbed the extra skin on her neck. Tugging it a little, Vegeta led the tiger off of Goku. He scrambled away a little freaked out but, not about the tiger attack.   Vegeta kneel down letting the tiger rub his face against his. Vegeta let go of the extra skin hugging the tiger around the neck. The tiger was purring loudly enough were the others at the around the tables and chairs could hear it. The tiger give Vegeta a lick the covered half of his face. Vegeta pulled back slightly annoyed but, not mad in the least. Standing, he wiped his arm across his face.   “You should thank her Kakorot.” He looked back at Goku as he looked up at Vegeta confused. “She saved you from being a permanent resident here. That attack on the first robot was intented for you.”   “Then you would be breaking your word, Vegeta”   “If you died from it. It would not be my fault your are weak. Besides you were rushing me. I have the right to defend myself from on coming attacks.” Turning back to the tiger he patted her head and sent her off back into the thick woods. “Go on now.” Looking into her sad eyes he smiled softly. “I will visit tomorrow. Do not worry.” With that the tiger walked off slowly to the thicket of the mad-made forest.   Vegeta yawning without making a sound but, it was apparent what he was doing. Vegeta didn’t look too good. His color was off and he looked skinner than he did a few days ago. How, no one was sure. Vegeta didn’t have anything to spare. He apparently was so tried he forgot about keeping that scowl on his sunken in face. He turned back to Goku who hadn’t gotten off the ground yet.   “Do not worry. It is just primal.” Goku looked at him confused. “What you have been feeling lately. Bloodlust, anger, the need to beat down people that are breathing too loudly for your taste in the room. It is normal.” Goku sighed in relief. “For Sayians under five-hundred and forty magclicks that is.”   “How old it that in years?”   “Nine and half.” Goku who finally got to his feet fall in shock.   “What! Come on! Your pulling my leg, right?” Vegeta’s tired expression was laced with confusion.   “Why would I pull your leg? The bones and tendons make it too much trouble to do so as the person passes out of the pain before you can finish pulling it off. ” Goku brought his legs up and under him, like he was trying to keeping them out of his view.   “No! No! No! I mean. Your joking right?” Vegeta sighed annoyingly like looking at him with bored eyes.   “Am I the kind of person that jokes around?”   “No.” Goku said put his hand behind his head. “Guess your not. So I guess I’m picking up on yours? T-the primal thing.”   “No. I was done with my three of your years ago. I am picking up on yours.” Goku twitched to the side a bit.   “Is they anything I can do?”   “Let it run it’s coarse and eat raw meat for one of your daily meals.” Goku looked kinda scared of himself. “Do not fret. It does not last long.” Goku sighed watching Vegeta going to the door. Vegeta stopped short of it. “Then again. Primal is not suppost to hit you teens much less older.” Goku fall back completely floored. Vegeta looked back at the two boys. “Goten! Trucks! Do not brother coming the mountain top tomorrow. I am taking a personal day off.” With that he opened the door.   “My name is Trunks not Trucks!”   “Whatever. Close enough.” The door closed leaving the others there in his wake.   X)(X   Vegeta went past that room he had been staying in lately and down the hall a bit. Something was there. Vegeta followed his instincts to one room. He pushed the door open. Half of the room was a mess and the other half was perfectly clean. Stepping into he noticed something. That same smell was in the room. The same as in the gravity multiplication and duplicating room. That strange scent of burning wood, an autumn breeze, and what smelled like a multi animal he couldn’t place. Plus a Saiyan Valiuesde. A rare flower on his planet. All those scent mixed together. The smell was Saiyan and it wasn’t even close to Kakorot’s scent. He smelled like the dirt and dry leaves.   Vegeta walked through the room towards the bed where the scent was stronger. Leaping on it Vegeta inhaled deeply catching two scents this time. One the Saiyan and the other the Blue haired woman. Things started falling into place and Vegeta scolded himself was not seeing it earlier. This Saiyan and blue haired woman are Trunks parents. The scent although strong with old. A week or more. He heard light foot steps coming into the room. The blue haired woman again.   “What are you doing in here?”   “Tying up loose ends of a mystery. How long as the other full blooded Saiyan been gone for. A week? Week and a half?”   “He left just before you showed up.”   “Too bad. Who knew more people survived the destruction on the planet.” Vegeta sat down as his legs grew too tried on holding his weight that way. Tried and weak. He hated it.   Bulma watched him for a bit. Looking over at his closet she remember a chest Vegeta brought back with him. He jumped into space for five days and came back with that chest. He never let her look inside it. Now maybe she could and maybe it would help Vegeta into trusting them and believing he was older than this. Going to the closet she opened the door seeing the chest in question.   She grabbed the handle and pulled. It didn’t budge an inch. She forget how heavy it was. She couldn’t move it by herself. She didn’t notice that Vegeta was next to her or that he place his hand on the handle until the chest glided across the floor with ease.   Bulma smiled at him but, he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at the chest with recognition in his eyes. Before Bulma could say anything Vegeta bent down working on the lock. Move with speed and without a hitch the chest popped up. Bulma looked inside seeing all kinds of things inside. Boxes, smaller locked chests, a couple of jars, and what looked like a large sketchpad with papers littered around.   “My hilouehed chest. Why is this here? Never mind. It does not matter.” Vegeta picked up a small locked box and set it on the floor. Flipping up a secondary lid there was a smooth, black, surface under it. Bulma watched as he pulled off his glove and placed it on the surface. A red line went across it on the underside.   “Hei heuys lfhrio, onehul!” An electric but, alien voice said.   “Vegeta rolin Vegiitasei ouji.” The box beeped and the lip popped open.   Inside was a flute like instrument. It was made of metal and wood. It was beautiful. A pendent she recognized of the flash back the demon let them see. And one other item. A bright red, long armed and long, monkey doll. Picking it up Bulma looked at it’s face thinking it would be teeth baring and cruel eyes to match. She was pleasantly surprised at the thread knotted eyes and pushing up sewn mouth. The white mane around it plush red fur gave it a cute innocent look. It’s limbs were longer than it’s body much like the orangutans of earth.   Vegeta looked at her and at what her was holding. Before she could blink the monkey doll was out of her hands and in his. Vegeta eyes were narrowed at her before turning back to the doll. Vegeta eyes were wavering a bit. Bulma studied Vegeta facial expression or lack of them over the years before and after they got together. She could see the tears that were hiding under the lids of his eyes. Not that Vegeta would shed them anytime soon. A thought occurred to Bulma.   “Vegeta?” He turned to her a little not verbally answering. “That’s not your. Is it?”   “No. I made it for my friend but, she was too poor to have anything like this.” Bulma eyes widened. “My father did not want me to have friends. So I made all the ones I could to spite him mostly animals though. Like the playing of instrument and such he did not want me do to. Anyways there was a doll similar to this one.” He held up the doll although he knew she already see it. “She had no way to get it besides stealing and she would never steal until it was food and there was no other way.”   Bulma didn’t press him or said a word afraid to break to flow. Vegeta wanted to talk and there was no way she was going to stop him. Moods like this were rare. “I was pretending to be a third class child. I always wore this cloth like rag on my forehead to hide the peck here and a what you call ponytail and keep my hair under control so no one would recognized it.” Vegeta looked up as if there was something interesting on the ceiling. “But, she knew who I was. I could not fool her. I think she may have known the second I shown myself.” Vegeta took a small breather, seemingly to collect him thoughts. “I could not go buy it or send someone too as a prince or third class so I got the material from the seamstresses and tailors shops that they going to throw away. I talk to them and they would give me the stuff no questions asked. Out of all that I made this for her. She was so happy. She said it was better than the one in the store. Her, me, and Tiukla were the best of friends even if I only knew them for a few days. They were my only true non-animal friends I ever had.” Vegeta started mindlessly stroking the top of it head. “Your friends are coming up the stairs again.” Bulma sighed. Their hearts were in the right place but, Vegeta was starting to open up and if there came in here Vegeta would close up tighter than Fort Knots.   Bulma got up and out the door closing it. She turned seeing them feet away for her position. Taking a breath Bulma waiting for them to say something.   “Bulma. Is he alright?”   “As alright as an abuse, malnourished, untrusting, child can be. You go on back downstairs. His starting to talk to me. But, he’ll stop if you guys kept crowding him.” The others looked as each other and Bulma was getting mad. “Go! Now!” The others started backing off, even the huge ki’s one and ran downstairs like a bomb was going to go off. In a way a bomb was going to go off. With that she opened the door again and went inside.   Vegeta was eating something. Bulma walked over and sat in her original spot. There was a jar on the floor the was smoking. She put her hand over it. It was cold as ice.   “Vegeta what is that?” Bulma was trying to stay calm. She would never let Trunks eat something that was found in a chest. Even if it was his.   “Saiyan hand canned Meuio fruit. The seal was not broken.”   “Why was that in there?”   “It’s a delicacy amoug other things. Saiyan bodies’ burn off many caliorles by doing nothing. This helps keeping the body happy.” Bulma reached for the jar. “I would not do that.” Her hand stopped.   “Why?”   “Humans only need eight hundred calories to survive a day. The a drop of it’s juice alone had over five hundred calories. Simply put, one fruit here will make you gain over a hundred pounds over night.” Bulma blinked never heard such a thing. But, it was alien food.   “What about you?” Vegeta raised his arms and looked down at himself calculating the question.   “Anywhere between zero to ten. Probably closer to zero.” Vegeta put another piece in his mouth. Bulma watched him. His eyes were glazed over a tad. He was so tried and he was thinner than a few days ago. His body was burning everything to function. If that canned fruit had as he said they did then that may be good for him.   Vegeta finished the piece and resealed the specialized jar. Taking the sketchpad looking thing out he throw the monkey doll back inside and closed the chest. Spinning the combination and kick the chest back into the closet. Picking out the pad he went out of the door.   Bulma followed seeing him going into his old room again. He wanted to be alone again.   X)(X   It was the evening when Vegeta release the hold on his mind through his meditation. Standing he moved over the to the window looking out. He saw the sun setting but, he saw something else. he ran to the joined bathroom looking in that mirror. His face filled out and was not sunken in anymore. Looking at the rest of his body, he found the bones that were sticking out were anymore. He was still skinny but not as sickeningly anymore. He was starting to repulse himself. Now he didn’t look too bad. He could stand to gain a bit more but, that could wait. He hadn’t felt this good in a long time. He had energy to burn.   Vegeta moved to the hallway and to the stairs. Everyone was down there and for once Vegeta couldn’t care less. Jumping on top of the railing, Vegeta slid down the railing. Everyone turned seeing Vegeta jump off the end of the sloping rail and land next tot he couch in front of everyone. Everyone noticed Vegeta looked different. Healthy than before. His bones didn’t stick out that much now. Vegeta walked over the empty place on the couch.   “Feel better now?” Goten asked.   “Much. Yet, now I am bored.” Trunks came from the kitchen seeing Vegeta was up and in his seat.   “Hey! I was sitting there!”   “Oh. Really. Do not worry. We can always throw this couch out later.” The other couldn’t help be snigger at the comment.   “Guys! Mom! Goten!” The others forced themselfs to stop which worked better for some.   “Now now Tr .um? Tria. .no Goten. What is his name again?”   “Trunks.”   “Ah, yes. I forgot.” Turning back to the purple haired one. “Trunks do calm down. I am not staying long. But, I need to do something. I have energy I do not have to fight my body for.”   The boys were talk slash arguing as the others turned to Bulma. She told them about the fruit in Vegeta old chest and what he said about it. Vegeta apparently wasn’t kidding. Before Bulma finished the boys left out the balcony doors.   X)(X   After calming Chi-Chi down the others settled down for the night. It was only nine but, all seemed highly tried again this night. Bulma however wasn’t tried yet. Something was drawing her curiosity. She went up to Vegeta’s room. The bed wasn’t disturbed and everyone was hyper perfect. Some things never change and Vegeta had that habit as a child. Looking at bit she found the pad Vegeta took from the chest. Going over his pick it up while sitting on the bed.   It seemed to be a normal drawing pad. She opened it and stared at the first page. It was that woman Goku, Gohan, Baba and herself saw in the images of Vegeta’s past dealing with his father. The flaming red hair and blue eyes. The non-Saiyan woman. She looked like he sketched her from memory. From what she could see, every small detail was right.   She turned the page and was amazing. The image of a non-earth animal was on this page. It was drawn in a mid air pounce. Like it was going to attack the artist itself. The colors were beautiful. Turning the pages she found more different non-earth animal drawings.   She turned a few more pages, seeing a young girl. Definitely Saiyan. She was holding that same monkey doll that Vegeta told her about. This must have been the girl he made it for. She was very pretty for a young girl. Did Vegeta had a crush on her or was she truly only a friend.   Turning the page she saw it was a boy about Goten’s age or so. This must be Tiukla that he was talking a little about. Only the name she knew about this boy. Strangely he looked like a cross between a young Krillen and Goten. Only the eyes were hard bitten. The rest of him was child like. No muscles, no scars, no battle ready nothing. How Vegeta made friends with his boy was a mystery. Vegeta seemed to care about nothing fighting and training. There must have been something about this boy Vegeta found interesting to make a friends with him.   Turning another page his saw the view if a castle like building. Vegeta’s house. But, not only that the was a dragon behind it. It was bigger than the castle itself. Just like Vegeta said when Goten’s emotions were overwhelming him. Jerodies, Mertese, Totlen, Vamlen, and my huge bird-like Carlays, my huge dragon that was bigger than the whole castle and all the ones outside the castle. Vegeta wasn’t telling tall tales about that. It was bigger than the building.   Turning the next page she found more pictures of the two with other Saiyan children. Flipping more the found the next five of just the two in front of building and fields and what looked like a battle flied. She kept going finding more of the non-earth animal and those two Saiyan children. Vegeta drew a lot and when he liked a subject, he stuck with it. Bulma couldn’t help but, smile. Vegeta seemed to have many talents that had nothing to do with fighting. That might be why he hide them from everyone.   Bulma flipped to the end page and took a double take. It was him. A self portrait but, in a strange way. He was looking into a mirror and he drew he reflection. He drew the frame on the mirror and the things behind him the mirror was reflecting. He even got the glare of light coming off the mirror. He drew exactly what he saw. He was dressing in the way he talked about. The cloth over his peck and his hair tamed slightly. The hair in the back still stood up straight with the band hold in back the best it could. There were tears the were to clean to been naturally. He had to have done them himself. He was dirty but, again the dirt looked fresh. At first glance though no one could true tell until they took a really, really, good look.   Flipping again the pictures changed from nice to dark. The body one Tiukla was on the soaked ground. An injury was on his stomach and it was deep enough to see intestines. A gloved hand was under his head and he was looking straight up. Right at the person. This was again, Vegeta drawing what he saw exactly to the smallest detail.   The eyes of the boy weren’t hard bitten now. There was pain, shock, and fear all mixed into one. How Vegeta could capture that look was excellent but, a the same time now horrifying. Something he could never forget. Tears stated to flow back Bulma cheeks as she turn the next page.   The next picture made Bulma throw up in her mouth. Swallowing it hard and examined the picture more. The girl, Vegeta made the doll for were in the hands of two Saiyan. They looked like guards. Blood was partly dry on his arms at the wrists and elbows. A large cut was over her eye as she nose was obviously broken, possible crushed.   Her outfit in shreds was rips in the skin under them. That little girl was tortured. In the background was Vegeta father. He looked like he was proud. Bulma was almost afraid to look further but, did.   The others were darkish too. Many landscapes covered in dead bodies, Nappa and Radditz looking concern. Bulma figured they were looking down at him and he was drawing what he saw again, him drawing a mirror pictures again with a black eye, swollen cheek and scar running across his face from the hair line down and barely under the opposite side’s ear. The scar barely missed the corner of his eye. He had healing bruises and such. There were three of these mirror pictures in a row. Each worst than the one before.   The last one looked like he was dead or should be. His one arm was all black with spots and patches of normal skin. He was hands limp to his side, more than likely broken in many places, the black eye he had was worst as it was red. Obviously the blood vessels were popped inside. His lip was slit five times. Three on the lower lip and two on the top lip. He was pale white as fresh snow and he hair of dull like he was kept in a closet for a week. He probably wasn’t that lucky.   She set the pad down feeling sick as a dog. She heard small clings on the floor. Looking down she saw a small pencil that was ideal for drawings and other small colored one the same size. Looking at the pad she saw the where kept in the blinding as one pencil sticks was out of it instead on falling on the hard wood floor. She picked up the one on the floor and put them bak in the blinding again. She opened it again and flipping fast but, carefully back to the last picture she saw. Steeling herself she turned to the next page.   X)(X   Vegeta and the boys came through the balcony doors, laughing hard. At least Trunks and Goten were laughing hard whole Vegeta was just smirking a bit. They seemed to have fun. Goten was rubbing his eyes and Trunks was yawning. Vegeta dropped the smirk feeling the Blue haired woman in his room. It fulled him with a emotion that came close to when he was taking something and Freiza was coming his way. It wasn’t fear. It was dread. Walking upstairs with a purpose Vegeta left both Trunks and Goten staring after him.   “What’s with him?”   “I don’t know.” Goten said almost in one word shrugging her shoulders.   X)(X   Bulma stared at the picture. Shock ran through her. Pure and simple shock. This one was new by a few hours at least. But, the thing was, it was her. Everything but her eyes and hair were colored in. If it wasn’t for those little details she could have sworn it was a picture taking by a camera.   She turned the next page and it was her again. She remember this scene. After his bird died and she was sitting on the bed arms crossed before he told her about the heating box, snake coil whip. He remember the before but, did he remember telling her those things or did the half asleep, half awake state kept him from remembering? Turning the page again she found one the was slit into three parts. She drew Goten, Trunks, and her again. Trunks eyes were not colored, the same with her hair and eyes. Bulma couldn’t help be wonder why he didn’t color those in.   The question flew from her mind when Vegeta throw open the door. Bulma was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Bulma knew that look. Vegeta was trying to keep under control and now kill the person responsible for his anger. Her. Trying to calm him down could be fatal. Anger is could control but, rage was something strong than him. A beast that couldn’t be held back after it’s release. But, staying silent could just as dangerous.   “Okay, your mad. I get it.”   “I do not think you do.”   “No. I do. I have come in here and gone through to drawing here. I had no right. My curiosity got the better of me.”   “Really. You think.” Vegeta said blank and sarcastically as possible. Not a good sign.   “Your very good.”   “Oh kind of you to say so.”   “I love the on you did on yourself as the third class. The details were very well done.”   She winced as the look on Vegeta’s face was not comforting.   “Stop kissing up. You can not sugar-code this. Just go away and do not mention this again. You can not use my tried and weaken mental state against me anymore.” Bulma looked down.   “You know.”   “I remember. Half out of my mind still mean parts of it still works. To get information like that. Information that holds no reason for you to have is vile and unhumanoid.” Vegeta walked to the side of her and bed facing the wall as he talked. “I beginning to think . . . that maybe I could trust you. That maybe what you said was true. Maybe you did want to help. What foolishness on my part. I am not playing your game anymore.” Bulma stood up mad, confused, and slightly hurt.   “Vegeta.” She started to step closer to him aware of the dangers. “This is not a game. I know . . .I realized in past experiences trusting someone can put you in bad situations but, . .” Bulma stopped waiting to say so much but, Vegeta did not have the patience for that. Not now and barely ever. “What I’m trying to say is. Your very secretive and I do want to help you. Back it’s trying to cure a illness from a five minute check-up. The more I know. The better I can help you through all you gone through.”   “You can not help. There is no such thing.”   “Yes, there is. Humans do it all the time.”   “I. Am. Not. Human.”   “I know. I could never make that kind of mistake. If the tail wasn’t enough your stronger, faster, and sharper tongued than most human males three times your age.” Bulma sighed. Vegeta led her off track. He was good at that. “That’s not the point here. Look I led you to mistrust me. I regret what I did that day and here today. I thought if I know more about you I could help. I believe I still can.”   Bulma was behind him as her moved to one knee. Her hand soft touched his shoulders. His recoiled slightly but, no violent reaction.   “If you have any measure of trust left please let me help somehow.”   “Why? Why do you even want to? Because I in the shell of a child and I resemble a human?”   “Partly because you are young. But, mostly because no matter how evil you think you are. You are not black hearted. Confused, and yes even scared. But, your not evil. You wanted care about your People and Nappa or Radditz if you were. You do bad things yes. Because you have no choice. You want to survive. Instincts are very strong. You have a purity in you, Vegeta. Something you tried to kill but, didn’t.”   Vegeta turned seeing tears forming in her eyes. It was partly from pity but, something else behind her eyes broke all the hostility in him. Truth. All she said was true. Vegeta was tried on feeling like this. Like something was nibbling at him from the inside. Not caring about appearances, feelings, or anything else, he rapped his arms around her neck shaking a bit. Bulma was not excepting such a reaction but, returned his embrace as well.   “Vegeta?”   “What?” Vegeta voice lost the harshness not matter how mean he tried to make it sound.   “How come you didn’t fill in the eyes or hair on my pictures? Or Trunks eyes either?”   “I do not have the right color blue.”   “Oh.” Bulma said rubbing Vegetal’s shaking back. If Vegeta pictures were any indentation Vegeta was long overdue for empathy moment.

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Unsure how long it had been since they been there. Vegeta was now there in Bulma’s lap not asleep and not fully relaxed. But, he didn’t try to get out of her lap or arms. He was confused. No where in his life had he been this confused about anything. No one had done or even tried this before. He was unsure about all of this. The side of his head was resting on her chest with her one hand holding it closer to her. Vegeta wasn’t comfortable with hands around the neck area. People had always gone there. It was like their favorite target beside his tail. When they didn’t know that Saiyan rule didn’t apply to him.   Vegeta had to remind himself countless times that she couldn’t hurt him if she tried. She doesn’t have the strength to constrict his airway much less stopping it completely. But, it still didn’t help. Vegeta was trying to keep himself calm, taking small breaths, keeping physical responses under control.   Bulma was aware of Vegeta’s problems with physical touch. Because all of it in the past, had been bad. A hit, a punch, a punishment was all physical touch meant to him. Understandable but, sad. To show Vegeta it could mean something more the second time around was going to be hard. Days before when he was laying on her legs as he was half-asleep. So his body’s reactions were overthrown by sleep deprivation.   Bulma wasn’t ignorant to Vegeta problem at the moment either. But, he had it much worst some years ago, before the android’s threat. She once touched his back and he was across the room a half heart beat later. Vegeta had a personal space issue too. Bulma, a few times got too close to him and he reacted.   Getting within two feet of him sometimes caused trouble. Best case scenario, he would move across the room or leave the room like he was he’s idea. Worst, he would start throwing punches, blasts or insults. Some of his insults could be as bad as punches. He had a sharp tongue and a sharper wit. He knew what to said to make even the macho of men start crying like children.   Vegeta in his child state had no child-likeness in him it would seem but, part of him had the sliver of being a child. Slight but, it was there. The more it showed itself, the more Vegeta forced himself to be more grown-up. Unfortunately, no matter the situations he was in at the time. He was only making himself worst by doing so. He was a child, no matter how smart, strong, and brutal he was. Growing up too quickly would cause so many problems. Vegeta was no different. Vegeta had problems now and then, before this problem occurred.   Bulma moved her one hand away from his face and moved it to her side. Vegeta seemed to calm down slightly by the action. It was a start in the right direction. Bulma was impressed that Vegeta hadn’t jumped out of her arms. He was clear uncomfortable with this. Bulma knew his reasons for staying put were different but, still he was close to completely freak out mode.   The worst thing would be for him to go somewhere and retreat into his mind like he did after the demon thing. His emotions and fears were too much and he had to shut down. For hours he didn’t move. He came to as she was asleep and she was awoken when Yamcha came in to cut off his tail. Vegeta pounced on his before he got the chance. As Piccolo told her, he was awake before that going to cause injury to stop the chaos inside. But, he didn’t. He stopped himself. Again another step in the right direction.   It was only about ten minutes since Bulma got Vegeta into her arms like this. He was twitching like crazy. He was fighting memories now. She knew that look. Vegeta was nearing the limit. Slowly she shifted his small weight to the bed next to her. Slowly moving her arms from him. He seemed to calm down at contact was lessened.   As Bulma took her hand away, Vegeta seized it. Bulma didn’t struggle as Vegeta grabbed it back. He put it up against his face. Bulma shifted a little making her arm more comfortable. Vegeta seemed to like her touch if he was in control. If he could stop it or push it away. Bulma understood. Everything was out of his control basically and it was the things that were out of his control that caused him the most harm. Bulma rubbed her thumb across his cheek lightly. He shuddered for a moment. He wasn’t expecting that to feel that way.   X)(X   The others started thinning out of the main room ready to go to bed. Going upstairs to sleep towards Vegeta’s room. The door swing closed violently with no one near it. If it was any other door they be worried but, Vegeta had that power so both Eighteen and Krillen walked on without a second look.   Down stairs Piccolo decided to stay down there. He required as little sleep as he did water due to meditation on the sleep and water from being a Namekic. Not that many one would know but, he had a high respect for Vegeta ever since planet Namekic. When Frieza told the tale of Vegeta’s planet, How he was offered a place at his side if he would pledge loyalty to him even after disobeying him, and then even trying to kill him.   Instead Vegeta choose to get the down he received. He was in pain like no one would believe and, he still refused to be a part of Frieza army again.   He died that from a shot in the heart and still didn’t dead right away. Since that day, Piccolo understood and respected Vegeta in ways. Even if he was jerk like no one would believe. He respect was higher by seeing the condition Frieza put him in at such a young age. And that wasn’t the tip of the ice-iceberg   The Son’s and Trunks went upstairs followed by Tien and friend. Trunks and Goten ran to Trunks’s room and shut the door as Chi-Chi and Goku when down the hall to the room they used before. Same with others behind them.   X)(X   Bulma was in a sense petting Vegeta’s head. Vegeta had laid down on Bulma’s legs again as she was sitting on the edge. Bulma watched as his the tip of his tail slowly moved side to side. It was a content movement unlike when he was annoyed to no end. He was making a sound that sounded so much like purring of a huge cat. That was new. Vegeta never did that. He growled like a huge dog, or some kind of other animal, a few times in the past but, never purred. It must be a Saiyan child thing. Or Vegeta made himself stop though sheer force of will.   Bulma was looking back at the pad by her. That picture with all three of them wasn’t the last picture. She wanted to look but, she was afraid Vegeta would get mad again. Maybe if she asked.   “Vegeta?” He forced his eyes open and looked up with a silent response. She saw that she got his attention for the moment. “I know, I have invaded your privacy enough but, is it okay if I look at the rest of your pictures. I have already seen the bad ones.” Vegeta looked at the pad like it was a weapon ready to be used against him.   He stopped drawing after a certain incident on the mad lizard’s ship but, he felt almost complied to do so. Like the piano a few days before. That thing caused more problems than it helped with his feelings. Here it was no different. He sent most of the stuff away on a planet that was under Frieza’s control, due to some hints from him.   Vegeta learned even Freiza could be manipulated at times, when profit was involved at least. But, he had to be careful to not be showing to much of his hand. If Frieza knew, he was more than just a killing machine and had a brilliant mind with it. Who knows what Frieza would do. He hated people with brains and brawn. To much of a possible threat.   “Vegeta?” Vegeta snapped back upon hearing his name said, and but not in negative way either. Vegeta sighed, at the moment nothing mattered. He plain didn’t care and didn’t want to.   “What do I care? You will do it always.” That stuck a guilty nerve in her. But, she was more hurt than anything else.   “Vegeta. I’m not going to look if you don’t want me too.”   “Until I go out the door.” Bulma winced knowing that was going to come back to bite her. Sighing she saw he had a point on that. But, reasons often had good intentions. Vegeta didn’t realize that.   “I was wrong then. My curiosity got the better of me. So now I’m asking you.” Vegeta just wanted her to shut up now. Why did I keep that accursed thing for? It is nothing but, trouble.   “I do not care. Do whatever you want with it.” Bulma was surprised to wasn’t going to argue with her again. Deciding not to waste her good luck her reached over and brought it in front of her. Flipping the pages over until her got to the last one she seen. Taking a few more moments to look at that one she flipped to the next page.   It was Piccolo in mediation. Vegeta seemed to meditate as much as he did. He even meditated in the gravity room with the gravity up to three or four hundred times earth’s gravity back before this happened. She smiled and flipped to the next page.   It was Eighteen looking beat up. This was after that fight. As eighteen put it. She came it him and he would throw her across the desert floor without a bat of his eye. He was colder than she used to be. Nothing was there at all. At least that’s how she tells it. She again flipped to the next page.   It was Chi-Chi in full blown anger. He even got how her ears got red at the tips when her was really mad. He captured her at the peck of anger, like a snapshot. Again the eyes held the most attention. There was fire in her eyes. He was able to capture the look that made Goku tremble at the sight. That thought made Bulma smile as she turned over the next page.   This one was puzzling to say the least. It was Krillen was the look of freight. It was in the wooded area and looking to be flying warded towards something but, it seemed to be not by his own power. There was something around his wrist too. She would have to ask about this later. As flipped to the next page to find it incomplete. She couldn’t tell what or whom to was suppose to be. Even the outline was faint. Vegeta must have gotten tried and stopped before it could take form.   Bulma put the pad down and look down seeing Vegeta was asleep in her lap. She couldn’t help but, smile down at him. Curving her fingers down his shoulders she was able to lift him up. No reaction as she did. He was also a little heavier than she remembered. If there was another people in the room he would throw or crush the hand without a moment’s thought on his part. Again if it was trust or no felt no damage from her, she would never know. Put the pad of the drawer, she lifted Vegeta up and placed his head on the pillows. Bulma got up and unfolded the light blanket.   Turning back she saw Vegeta curled up similar to a cat. His one arm was under him as the other one was being used as a pillow for his head. His leg was brought up against his stomach while the other was right below it. He seemed to be making himself smaller again. Instinct or habit she wasn’t sure. But, there was no point in straightening him out. He would pull his legs and arm back into the position. She learned that the hard way one night a few years back. It took years for him to sleep straight out like everyone else. But, he never got over the light sleeperness though. Probably he never will get over that but, that wasn’t too bad. Many regular humans were light sleepers.   Throwing the blanket over him, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He didn’t stir in the slightest. Bulma turned and walked to the door only to turn back to look at him for the moment. she turned back and closed the door.   X)(X   It was four o’clock in the morning when Vegeta woke up. He was that internal clock again. Since it was still night he could get some more sleep but, he had to get off this bed. Getting up he popped the creaks out of his neck and back before he stood. Once he was all straightened out Vegeta walked out of the room, following the short hallway to the stairs. Put his hand on the rail, he vaulted over it. Again he landed silently on the floor. Standing he walked slowly to the living area.   Seeing green Vegeta sped up seeing Piccolo meditating again. He was the only one that seemed to meditate more than him. Probably for different reasons but, still it was interesting to say the least. Vegeta was too tired to think on this further. Sitting down on the couch Vegeta rested against the couch and turned to face the back of it. He drifted off almost instantly.   Piccolo opened his eyes seeing the young prince sleeping on the couch. He noticed when Vegeta calm down from the upper level. His landing was silent to everyone except sharp hearing Namekics. And maybe Saiyans. He wasn’t sure. He felt Vegeta stare at him for a moment then he went to sleep on the couch.   Piccolo watched him there, on the couch. Breathing evenly and almost silently as he was bunched up on the corner of the couch. He knew to keep him distance from him even now. Vegeta could awake at the slightest sound and react violently. He could understand really. He was in a world that the people around him wanted him dead or in all kinds of pain. Not doubt Vegeta was still living in that world just a bit, before this condition or whatever you would call it happened.   Piccolo without realizing it raised he ki still below fighting levels but, enough to get attention from a untrusting, violence prone, prince. Vegeta was up and in his face growling with his upper lip curled back showing his teeth in a feral animal sign of aggression. Piccolo was confused at first until he felt his ki was a tab above normal. He cursed himself for that. Now no doubt Vegeta took that as a threat and was not going to be forgiving about it.   Piccolo wasn’t sure how to settle this. Vegeta could cause so much damage was he was quicker than anyone here. Piccolo was stronger in power than hardly mattered as Vegeta. He could kill in half a second if he truly wanted to.   Vegeta snorted hard moving back to the corner of the couch. He stared at him in a crouched position. The street lights out there give a shine in Vegeta’s eyes. Like the showed on nature channeled in night vision. There was no difference. Piccolo did the only non-violent thing he could think of. He shut his eyes trying to go back to meditation.   Vegeta watched for a moment was Piccolo closed his eyes. He pushed air thought his clenched teeth before returning to his position on the couch. Giving Piccolo one last look Vegeta closed his eyes going back to sleep.   X)(X   Eighteen was up by dawn again. She was a early riser as she would workout a bit before her daughter and husband would wake up. Coming down the stairs she saw Piccolo meditating still like he was last night. How someone could meditate so long was beyond her. She sat down ready to watch day time television when she saw Vegeta on the other side of the couch, asleep.   She froze for a moment, not expecting that. Eighteen, despite herself found Vegeta, at least asleep, almost the cutest thing in the world. Too bad when he was awake, he was a little terror or emotionless robot. Worst than she ever was.   Grabbing the remote her kept the volume low not the disturb the two here and the ones upstairs. It was junk again but, there was nothing else to do right now. On the island she would throw low leveled ki blasts and no one was around to see her do so. But, there was to many people around here. She was surprised no one saw Vegeta, Goten and Trunks flying around.   Goten and Trunks might have been careful but, Vegeta couldn’t care. He would blast the person and say problem solved, if that did come up. Vegeta didn’t care about most things. At the time he was living in, in his mind, he had enough things on his plate to worry about.   Eighteen turned back when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Vegeta twitching hard. This wasn’t neurons firing in sleep like normal twitching was caused from. This was recognizable for any mother. He was having a nightmare. And since this was Vegeta. It had to be a really bad one. Before she could think to do something. Vegeta was on the back on the couch in a crouch panting hard through clenched teeth.   Sweat was running down his face as he eyes were dilated. He was holding his stomach and starting feeling around. Then he looked down like he was expecting something to be there. He body relaxed as he saw there was nothing there. He brought his head up with his eyes closed, as was calming all the jolted up nerves in his body.   With one final breath being let out harshly, he stopped. Opening his eyes and stood on the couch. With inhuman calmness he stepped off the couch and walked on past the stairs. No doubt going to the animal safe house again, where the animal loved him like one of there own.   “Well, that had to be a bad one for him to show that much reaction.” Eighteen turned to Piccolo who was no longer in Meditation.   “How long were you here for?” Piccolo understood her wording of the question. Sometimes in meditation he was gone even two feet away.   “When he jumped on the back on the couch like he was ready for an attack.”   “Nightmare?”   “Or memory.”   “Maybe. He was looking at his stomach, like he expected something to be there.”   “Yes, but, Vegeta is not going to tell anything. No matter how or where you ask him.”   “I know. But, I still like to know.”   “Wouldn’t we all like to know what is going on in this head on his.”   “Sometimes though. I really don’t.”   X)(X   Before the others came down Piccolo told Eighteen about the incident at four o’clock that morning. Eighteen was surprised. Surprised that he didn’t attack and went back to sleep. Vegeta had more control over his animal side than she thought. Or he was way too tired to fight but, if he was fighting them with a deadly illness plaguing him every second. That was highly unlikely. Her and Piccolo decided to them this to themselfs unless it was necessary.   X)(X   Vegeta was in a tree in the middle of the inside forest area. He could seeing that memory over and over again. He felt so weak and stupid about feeling this way. It was over and done with but, no. He kept dwelling on it. He closed his eyes trying to push all the images away but, the hard to tried the hard they pushed into his mind.   X)(X((((****   The room was dark and cold. Cold enough for breath to freeze. Frieza liked it cold, so everyone had to deal with it. Nappa and Radditz were shivering slightly on the floor mattresses. There had no blankets to help with the chilly room. A punishment for something they didn’t do again. There was no point in defending themselfs from the false claim. Saying Frieza was wrong only made it worst.   Vegeta was there on the wall eyes open. To was too weak to talk or move. He body was trying to heal itself but, no had so little energy to spare. Vegeta back was torn apart from the snake coil whip. The bleeding stopped but, it was sore as when it first started. The entrance door flew up. The hallway was dark as midnight too. He could smell three others in the room that didn’t belong. Finding strength he looked up seeing three shine eyes. Who there eyes would shine with no light Vegeta wasn’t sure.   A sudden light made Vegeta close to hurting eyes before he forced them to open seeing three Tomikles. That explained the eyes. They were known a bright eyes to some. The eyes always glowed every second of everyday. He never seen one until now. Only heard of them. They couldn’t see any better than most races but, they were . . .well freaky to say the least. He watched the light hit on Radditz then on Nappa. Vegeta had to close his eyes when the light fall on him. He heard them talking. Tomiksion was the one of the language he didn’t understand. They were as rare as Saiyans were. Probably the last of their kind here.   The light was still on him as they came forward. One of them took an inhalant and sprayed it under Vegeta’s nose. It paralyzing gas. Vegeta’s system was immune to such things but, his body with already in that position. So it made no difference at the moment. One lifted him up in one arm and went out of the room. Vegeta opened his eyes knowing the other here couldn’t see that they were open even if they were looking down at him.   He didn’t know where they were taking him. He didn’t want to know and wished it was a dream that he wasn’t able to stop from having like the others. But, he know it wasn’t. It was reality. They went into the elevator and Vegeta closed his eyes at the light hurt his senses. Cracking one eye open Vegeta looked at the one’s hand press a floor button X-y8.   X-y8 was a floor he never been on. He didn’t know it existed really. Vegeta had to keep from twitching as one of them scratched his nails against his sore back. If he could move he would kill all on them but, first make the suffer first. The elevator stopped and the door came open.   This floor was in worst shape than his. Repairs on anything needed to be done. At least to wasn’t cold but, it was very hot. There was next to the boilers of the ship. That’s what that was no paint of the walls and the light were hardly functioning. Who built this ship wasn’t planning on having anything live down here.   The door opened and stopped halfway. One stepped forward and forced it up the rest of the way. He was brought inside there room. It was no better or worst than him upstairs. He was placed on the floor that had been cleared. Burning sticks were around him. This was a ritual. And if it was one thing he know about rituals. If they took the trouble to get him, try to drug him, and bring him down unhurt. The outcome couldn’t be good. No doubt he was to be a sacrifice of some kind. And he thought this day couldn’t get any worst.   A book was placed next to him. The words made no sense but, the picture was more than enough to explain why he was here. As he thought. He was a child sacrifice. Although he hardly thought of himself as a child. Others saw him that way but, just powerful.   The picture showed that child was to cut open from the bottom of the chest and down to the groin. Where his entrails were consumed by the three. It looked to be some kind of offering to the gods or something. Vegeta was starting to panic slightly. He could hardly move and here this men wanted to cut him open. One of his worst fears coming to life. Being cut open while still alive and feeling everything done to him.   One came back with a knife about four inches long with a handle shaped like a lizard. The man was chanting something in his native tongue waving the knife in front of Vegeta’s face. Vegeta tried to will his body to move. It didn’t work. His body had nothing and he was fighting unconscious. He couldn’t sleep now or he would never wake up.   The man stopped talking and slowly brought the knife down to his skin. The tip punctured the skin and started slicing the skin around it. Strangely, it didn’t hurt . . . at first.   Then all of the sudden the pain flared up. Two inches down Vegeta felt something behind his eyes. It burned and his vision went red.   The Tomikle above him screamed and fell back. The other lifted him up enough for Vegeta to see two small, smoking, holes in his head. The dampers were on upstairs but, the waves were only partly working down here since this species had to ki power of any kind. Why there were here was a mystery.   Adrenalin was pumping into his body giving strength to move again. Sitting up, the other two stared at him almost afraid. Vegeta mind knew how to use the attack now. Down here his ki was functional enough to use. Red vision came again blasting the bigger of the two. He fell back against the wall with two holes in his head. The other went against the wall scared and confused. Vegeta didn’t care. Finding strength he didn’t have before, he stood. Walking his reached out his hand. The alien didn’t move as Vegeta brought his hand to it’s head. Absorbing the language from him Vegeta brought the Tomikles to his feet.   “Hikefeg?” The alien answered immediately.   “Iuh bebhv oi neo njieendwe!” Vegeta partly understood. There was honoring a god. What they believe was a god. Frieza. Lizards were worshiped in the cultural. Vegeta wasn’t amused.   “Iulle.” The thing full out ran to the door going outside. Vegeta stepped out slowly as the Tomilke was trying to get the elevator to come down faster. Vegeta looked down seeing a piece of jagged metal. He lifted it was his mind. It shook hard for a moment before leveling out.   The elevator door opened and the man ran inside hitting the buttons for it to work. The door started to close as he saw the metal lift off the floor. With a wave of Vegeta’s hand, it rushed to towards him. The alien yet out a scream that was glass shattering loud as the doors closed. The gears grind as the elevator went up.   Vegeta hit the button to bring the elevator back down he needed to get back to his room. It finally came back down. The doors opened letting yellowish blood running by his boots. The metal impaled the Tomilke through the chest. His strange eyes held freight beyond all possible boundaries. Vegeta yawning bending under the metal and hit the button for his floor. The elevator stopped again and vegeta bent under the metal again when a hand grabbed his shoulder weakly. Confused Vegeta turned seeing the Tomikle wasn’t dead after all. He said something Vegeta didn’t catch before the strange lighting glow went out of it’s eyes.   Shaking it off Vegeta walked back to his room ignoring the pain and blood coming from his wound in his chest. Stepping to the door the flew open. He saw both of the two still asleep. Some bodyguards they were. Grabbing Radditz tail Vegeta yanked hard making him yelp like a dog. Vegeta then kicked Nappa in the his stomach making him sit up confused in a pain.   After cursing at them for a few minutes the loss the blood and the pain from before caught up with him as the adrenalin worn out. He fell forward strength lost and body beaten too far. Nappa grabbed him and turned his face up. Vegeta eyes were open looking up at Nappa and Radditz. There looks had traces of concern. It was sickening. Then Vegeta eyes slide close as the darkness came to claim him for a while.   X)(X   Vegeta opened his eyes. He lived the memory again. His dreams stopped short and then he go through it again all the way. It was annoying. Looking down Vegeta saw the animals by the base of the tree looking up at him. Vegeta smiled, jumping down off the branch. The animals moved to get him space. Maybe he need to play a little with his animal brethren.   X)(X   Bulma come back with drawing pad. Knowing she shouldn’t but, couldn’t help herself. What Vegeta didn’t know right now didn’t hurt her. At least she hoped. But, she wanted to others to see Vegeta’s drawings. There were things in there that Vegeta would never express on his own. She was glad to see everyone in the front room and not bugging Vegeta.   “Hey guys! I’m glad everyone is here. I have something I want you to see.” Everyone was intrigued a tab. She went to the couch. Eighteen and Chi-Chi moved so she could sit in the middle. “Gather around. You won’t believe this.” Piccolo moved to the back of the couch with Tien and Choaisue how was flying above his shoulder for a good seat. Bulma turned the first page and all gasped at the pretty woman that was drawing on the page so flawlessly.   Gohan and Goku recognized the woman from Baba’s ball.   “It’s her again! I wonder who she is?”   “Her name was Fay-lo-inles. A Itaniern.” Everyone turned to see Baba was back and in a talking mood. “She was Vegeta’s creator.” The word creator stuck out in there one’s mind.   “What do you mean creator. She mean she was his mother?”   “No. Vegeta is genetically engineered. That woman use a DNA simple of King Vegeta and a another Saiyan woman before even his time and created Vegeta. To be the perfect Saiyan. To live beyond all time. To fight and control everything in his path.” Everyone was silent. That was not was they were expecting. “I have made it where the ball can translate without Vegeta being here. I don’t know about you but, I want to know more about Vegeta’s past. I figured there would be a few takers here.” Everyone there was a taker.   X)(X   The tiger lunged as Vegeta. He grabbed it by the sides and they rolled through grass for about five feet. Coming to a stop with Vegeta on it back with hands around it neck, the tiger jumped and bucked in the air trying to get him out. But, Vegeta stick to her like glue. The tiger’s energy waned as it laid down panting. Vegeta let go and rolled out her back.   “Best thirty out of fifty?” The tiger put her head down. “I did not think so.” Vegeta yawned tried still.   He was always tried. If nightmare memories and planted illnesses weren’t enough. He sometimes didn’t sleep at all. “How about a nap before we challenge the T-rex to a speed race?” The tiger gave a short roar. “Great! We will show him long legs are not what is needed to win.” Vegeta yawned so hard tears formed in his eyes. “Let us take the nap by the river there.” The tiger get up following the prince to the water.   Stopping feet from him the tiger sat watching Vegeta stretching out and sitting down. Vegeta turned laying on his side with his legs tucked by his chest. The tiger come and laid down against his back, purring as she slept.   X)(X   Everyone was silent as they watched the ball. There saw Frieza with a whip and Vegeta chained up in the middle of the room. He feet didn’t even touch the floor but, were chained down so Vegeta couldn’t even try to attack. The whip came down with a sickening crack that made everyone flinch back on the sound. On the ball, they saw Vegeta’s eye twitch but, that was all. He even smiled a grim smile.   “Since your back there. I have such a inch under my left shoulder blade. Do you mind? I would do it myself but, I tried up at the moment.” They all heard Frieza growl in the back of his throat. Just before his brought the whip back across his back again and again and again.   Fifteen times the whip come down and blood was splattered across Freiza’s body, as more dripped down Vegeta’s body and collected on the floor. Freiza growled louder and stormed out of the room.   “Get me another one! A screamer this time and get him out of here! Clean this mess up!” Zarbon came in as Freiza stormed out. He saw the Saiyan tied to the ceiling and floor by ropes and specialized chains. A young Zarbon came close looking right at him. Vegeta stared by at him for a moment.   “Take a picture. It will last longer.” He voice was hoarse with pain although to was impossible to see from his face.   Bulma and Krillen recognized Zarbon right away. He looked different with his hair down and over his shoulder.   “Hey Bulma. There’s your old boyfriend.”   “What? He is not.”   “You wanted to go out on a date with him at first sight.”   “So? You couldn’t talk when someone said Eighteen before you two got together!” Krillen jumped trying to cover her mouth but, the damage has been done.   “If! You two are done! Stop this pissing contest. I want to hear this.” Baba said like the old woman that gets mad when kids whisper during a movie. Bulma and Krillen settled down watching the ball again.   Zarbon released Vegeta’s legs from the weight that was anchored to the floor. As he got up he stop at Vegeta’s waist.   “Oh Shiva. You are not one of those. Are you?” Zarbon backed away shaking his head.   “No! No way. It’s just . . . you have tail. Your that Prince Saiuan.” Vegeta rolled his eyes in annoyance.   “That is Saiyan prince! My name is Vegeta. Use it.”   “I have heard about you. Your one of the most dangerous things on the ship. Even without your ki. You are a tad of a legend here.” Vegeta just shrugged the best he could with his hands still tied above his head.   “I am a prince that fights. Where most sit on the thrones and bitch all day. Big deal.”   “It is here.”   “Whatever. Now. Who are you?”   “Zarbon. Zarbon jr. I should say. I am new here. I fight and I can transform like my father but, Freiza has told me not to unless on emergency. He said he liked looking at this face.” Vegeta closed his eyes hiding the pain behind his eye lids.   “Freiza likes looking at what he called pretty things.”   “Then why does he had the pink fellow by his side?”   “He likes the color pink. It is his favorite.”   “Oh.” Zarbon jr. floated up to untie Vegeta’s hands.   “He lets you keep you ki?”   “Yes. He give he this headdress. The charm here on my forehead makes me able to use it.”   “I see. Your one of his favorites then.” A look of fear crossed his face.   “He’s not . . . you know . . .um . .?”   “He’s asexual. But, I would not put it past him. If only for causing pain. As you can tell. I likes to inflict pain.” Zarbon jr. stuttered as Vegeta dropped to the floor. The look of amazement across as Vegeta was able to stay on his feet.   Blood was still flowing freely down his back. His body was red and missing skin in places with darker red lines running across his back. Zarbon snapped out of his amazement.   “Here. Let me stop the bleeding. Can have you trail your blood around the ship.” Vegeta didn’t say a word. Zarbon jr. got a rag and poured a brown liquid on it. Walking back he starting talking again. “Sorry he seems to have only the painful healing agents. This is going to hurt.”   Vegeta turned his head giving him a look that said ‘tell me something I don’t know.’ Zarbon jr. felt silly for a moment. It was obvious to him that, Vegeta had been through this enough times. “Right. Here.” Zarbon jr. placed the rag on the broken, ripped, and slashed skin. A sound like streak on a grill filled the air. It was painful to hear but, Vegeta showed no show of pain. “You are used to this.”   “Yeah. Lucky me.” Zarbon jr. laughed humorlessly a few times as he moved the rag wincing at the burning sound.   The bleeding stopped and the skin was staring to heal. It was true. This Saiyans healed fast but, it would take many days for the skin to return to normal.   “You are young.”   “So are you.”   “Yes, but you are younger than me. You are a child.”   “Age is pointless. Size is pointless. Only power matters.”   “No around here.”   “I know. People have to learn that the hard way.” Vegeta stopped picking up his shirt that was ripped in two. It would make decent rags now. “You better hurry with the clean up. Freiza was rather mad. He usually is since I don’t scream. Ever. He is going to be impatient.” Vegeta walked out of the room barely limping.   He made it to his room. Nappa and Radditz were on the other side. He looked at them and slide down the door tried, in pain, and dizzy from the loss of the blood. Nappa and Radditz were expecting this. The got his clothes laid out of a corner of the room cleared for him to rest.   The ball stopped searching for another showing. This gave them time to reflect on what they saw. That was brutality to watch. Vegeta was use to it. He was even taunting Freiza. That was so weird if Vegeta was afraid of him. Maybe it was his pride. Fear in secret and stand up to it when face to face.   Gohan started to feel bad for weird reasons. It remember back when he was young Vegeta’s age. He constantly freaked out at the tiniest little things. And here Vegeta was facing things a million times worst with one shred of fear in his face. He wasn’t brave then. Now he was better but, he couldn’t imagine going through that now much less back then.   The ball started again seeing Vegeta on a planet. The red was blood red and the grass was black. Vegeta was in front of a statue of a female with a tail. A Saiyan woman. A important one. Vegeta tail with rapped around his knee. He looked uncomfortable.   “Hello mother. I guess I could call you that. I am . . . genetically your son. The DNA of Saiyan of old with a Saiyan of new. And I am what you get. A smart yet, mostly wild Saiyan offspring. . . . I wonder if you had an animal inside you. Could you communicate with the animal world? Were you secretly hated for being different? An abomination of nature?”   Vegeta stopped looking to the sky. “No. You were not hated. Everyone else was like you. Primal and full of instincts. Instincts we have dulled. You would hate what he became. I sure do. I do not belong here in this time. . . . With these people. I am not of them. . . . I am the past with parts of the future. I am a outcast of both.” Vegeta turned back to the statue. “Am I even real or alive? Do I have a soul or I am I empty shell? Do I feel or is that an illusion? Can you tell me? I am so lost. I do not even understand myself.” He stared at the statue like it could and would talk. Vegeta looked down and turned away. As Vegeta walked past the statue, the ball was took over by static.   X)(X   Vegeta slide to a stop as he went past the big tree. He smiled as he was first, then the T-Rex and, then the tiger came in a close third.   “I win.” The T-rex brought face down nudging his stomach with the nose of his nose. And patted him as he hunching down with eyes closed. “Well, I need to do some mediation before the day is done. So I need to go for now.” The tiger sat in front of him with a pout look. Patting her head briefly as he went Vegeta walked across the forest going to the only door out of here.   X)(X   Everyone stared that the blank ball for long moments. They saw three more parts of Vegeta’s past. But, the last one was the most disturbing. It was one were Vegeta was in the what Frieza called the heating box. They watch as Vegeta tried to not freak out. It was one of the few times anyone ever saw Vegeta scared like this. They watched as for two days Vegeta was in pure, unbridled terror. He didn’t sleep or move. He couldn’t and he knew it. The watched the screen as it moved to Vegeta’s stats. His heart rate and pulse were a bit below normal but, far from sleep. The technicians seemed to think he was comfortable in there.   Vegeta was panicking so that meant Vegeta must have slowed his body reactions before hand. Anything to stay somewhat calm. Bulma recognized this. Vegeta, older, never like anything small than his arm span.   Once her asked he to move a box for her. Vegeta said something she didn’t understand but, picked up the box anyways. He followed his to a make shift storage closet that was sized down. It room inside was no bigger than the doorway. The doorway was only two and half feet wide. Bulma walked in followed by Vegeta.   She turned around when a thud hit the floor and no Vegeta in sight. At first she was mad. That he dropped the box and ran. It wasn’t until a day later she found a security camera. She saw he take one step inside and stopped. He saw him shake and his breath quickened. He disappeared a moment later like this fighters do. By fazing or pure speed, she couldn’t tell. She slowed down the tape and still couldn’t tell. She slowed it down so much the box took a minute to hit the ground. It looked like he disappeared but, she couldn’t tell.   Krillen was the first to speak.   “That monster. How could he do this. Vegeta didn’t even do anything. He was gone when that happened and he knew it! Why would he do that to him! That isn’t right!”   “Because he wanted to break me, moron.” Everyone turned seeing Vegeta was a neutral look on his face. “Do you always ask stupid questions?”   “How long were you there for?”   “When I saw myself being put in the heating box. Not one of my ‘fondest’ memories. Then again I have had worse.” Vegeta looked at Baba for a moment then his body stiffened as he looked at the ball. “Mentioning of the lizard.” Confused they looked at the ball and understood. The phase he used was the same as ‘speak of the devil’ in the human world.   The ball played out, showing Vegeta cursing at his two comrades before falling forward from pain and lack of blood from the two inch wound on top of his stomach. He was wake for a moment more. The look on the older Saiyans faces was concern.   All looked at Vegeta. His one eye twitched slightly before messing with his bangs slightly.   “Three times is enough for one day.” Vegeta moved to the others and stopped at Bulma. But, not at her, what was in her hands. “I need to keep my belongings under lock and voice indentation, I see.” Vegeta walked up to her with his hand out. Bulma didn’t move and Vegeta narrowed his eyes. “Do not make me angry. I am having a good day. Do not ruin it.” Bulma understood. He wanted the pad back and now. She handed it back to his and he took it.   He turned walking upstairs. “I will be taking my chest out of your room. When I leave I will be taking it with me. I would highly suggest that you all stay out of my things.” Vegeta turned eyes red like back with the Tomikelions in the showing on the ball only a minute ago. “And my past.” The ball cracked and all images stopped. He eyes returned to normal. He clenched the pad to him tightly. He turned back to the stairs continuing on his way.   X)(X   It the almost dusk. Vegeta had been on the waterfall for hours now. Sometimes meditating sometimes not. He had been beyond enraged when he saw they looking into his past without his consent or knowledge. But, when he saw the tears in their eyes, he was confused. The one named Bulma sure but, all of them. Even the android and Namekic. That had surprised him beyond all reactions. It stopped his anger. He wanted to be angry. That he understood but, this confusion he didn’t. Being a genius there wasn’t much he didn’t understand but, this was to foreign to him. This was to much. He needed to ground himself.   Vegeta clenched his hands. He was mentally strong enough and his body could take the stress. He cleared his thoughts focusing inward on his links. They were buried deeper than he remembered putting them. Ignoring that he pushed through, resurfacing them. (Nappa. Radditz. Can you hear me?)   X)(X   In H.e.i.l Nappa and Radditz was fighting trolls for the million time. Fighting them wasn’t fun now. It had been over ten standard years but, time was meaningless here. Nappa wiped the blood from his cheek and Radditz stomped on the trolls head. Crushing it under the weight.   “I think I made him uglier. I didn’t think that was possible.”Nappa. Radditz. Can you hear me? Both froze, turning to each other.   “Did you hear that?” Both said at the same time. Both nodded.   “Should we answer?” Radditz asked.   “I don’t know. It could be a trick.”   “It sound like Vegeta but, years ago. The years after cub.”   “Well, you know that’s not possible. Vegeta hadn’t been anywhere near cub for many years when he killed me.” Nappa! Radditz! I can not feel you. Where are you? Traces of worriment under toned his voice. Nappa closed his eyes.   (I hear you. Who are you and what do you want?)   (What do you mean who am I! You know perfectly well who this is! Do not play with me you son of a third class, no kied, weakling, coward!)   Nappa growled at the meanest comment of the Saiyan world.This guy is good. Does his homework. For a second I could have sworn it was him.   (We know who you sound like. But, you can’t be him. Do the math Vegeta would be a adult by now. But, hey I’ll be sporting. Tell me ‘Vegeta’ what did I do on the day of the three suns eclipses?) He heard the voice sigh tiredly.   (You wore a pink tunic and an lower area under cloth of your head, yelling through the whole royal hall. ‘I am the defender of fights, honor, and good food.’ ask me something hard.) Nappa fell. No one else knew it was him that did that. The dress and underwear kept his disguise a secret. All but, him. He knew. His senses were higher than the rest of the drunken party goers.   (Sir! It really is you! But, but how! You were. . . I mean . . . how . . . you are a kid!)   (So you say, I know. You said I was older before. Show me. Through you minds. Both of you.) Nappa and Radditz sent images through their minds to Vegeta’s.   X)(X   The images came. The were only seconds long but, there was no denying that. He saw Radditz death. He saw Nappa’s at his hand.   “It is true. It is all true. How can this be true. How could I be older than this but, be this.” He said looking down at his small hands. In the back on his mind things started to make sense now. But, that didn’t make the new any easier.   (I see. Is Frieza dead too?)   (Yeah. His in the levels below. H.e.i.l)   (I see. That is all I needed.)   (It . . . It was nice talking to you, sir. Feel free to do so. Unless you return to normal and memories attached then forget it. You had no right to kill me. I could have been healed.)   (Quit crying, weakling!) Vegeta cut the links off and buried them again. And got up and out of there. Back to Capsule corp.   X)(X   Everyone was feeling guilty and bad. Like they were prying into his life. Things were bad. As bad as his past. The images were fresh in their minds. There were things that nightmares were made up of. Vegeta come through the bay doors. The look of many things on his mind. He walked towards them looking at Eighteen and Goku. He looked like he wanted to say something but, had a hard time wording it.   “You told me . . . before . . . that I was older. . . . I talked to Nappa and Radditz. In H.e.i.l and they confirmed it. I saw Radditz’s death that you and the Namekic caused. You were telling truth. So there are two ways that come to mind. Both in the realm of science fiction but, what is not these days. One I enter a time disruption and jumped dimensions. Or somehow all science thrown to the wind. I have turned into a child and all memories are tucked away in my sub-conscious or lower.”   “There’s something below sub-consious?” Krillen asked confused.   “Yes. There are many levels below that.” Vegeta was to confused to be sarcastic or mean to the silly question.