Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Big problems in a small package ❯ six ( Chapter 6 )

Vegeta was sitting of the coffee table in front of the couch. His back facing them. He had one leg up and was rest his arms and head on it. He was being very still. That was both normal and not normal for him. Vegeta would often sit and stand in one position for hours not moving or talking. But, in other times Vegeta couldn’t stop moving for two seconds.

Obviously Vegeta was thinking about the situation. That Frieza was dead and so were Nappa and Radditz. And that he is suppose to be older than this. That was a bit for anyone’s mind. He gave two options on how this could have happened. More than likely he was trying to way each option.

For a half and hour no one moved or said a word. No one knew what to say. Suddenly Vegeta stood, nodding to himself. He turned looking at them. In truth he was looking more at Bulma, but no one could really tell or prove that.

“Things are beginning to fall into place. Things I should not know about but I do and things people know about me that they should not be able to know. Even feelings of iolsafew.” Everyone turned to Goten. He shrugged not knowing what he said.

“What does that mean?” Goku pressed wanting to know.

“It translates quite bad but, the feeling you have done or said something once before. A . . . deja . . . vu, I believe. Although this is not even your language. Perhaps I was mistaking in translation.”

“No. You’re correct.” Eighteen said dryly. Vegeta shook his head in a confused matter

“How many languages are there on this planet then?”

“About somewhere in the range of five thousand to six thousand.”

“The same species not specking the same language?” Vegeta blinked almost not believing that. “How weird is that?”

“All Saiyans spoke the same language?”

“What else would they speck? Icejin!” His normal sarcasm was returning. That was a good sign. He sighed as he anger seemed to be drained out of him for the time being. “We changed are language once but, that was it. We formed words that had meanings instead of a steady line of grunts, growls, gargled words and the occasional hand and or tail signals. Instead of primal we became advanced and somewhat . . . civilized.”

Bulma noticed something about the way he said that.

“Is it my imagination or do you sound disappointed as you said that?” Vegeta looked at her not speaking for long moments.

“I am a Saiyanjin of old with Saiyanjin of new age tangled into my system. My civil mind and my animalistic mind are always in conflict of every second of every day causing enough pain that I sometimes want to put a ki blade through my head to make it stop.” Stopping for a moment noting the look on her face. He closed his eyes to it not liking the pity from it. “Disappointment is the least of my concerns. Not that this matters. Besides him.” Vegeta said pointing at Goku with eyes snapping open. “I am the last Saiyan. Hell, I am the last true Saiyan left.” Bulma noticed something again but, before she could say anything Vegeta cut her off. Like he read her mind. “Yes. Blue haired one. The scent in the house and in certain areas more than others is no other than my own. A Saiyan can not recognize his own scent. Simply put, you can not smell your own natural scent like you can smell others. If you could, you wouldn’t be able to smell much of anything else. But, time changes all scents. So, that is proves that my second reasoning on the situation is the truer. No matter the impossibilities of all science and common sense.”

Everyone there just watched him. Vegeta didn’t talk so much and not to anything terrible important. He kept things short, sweet and to the point sort of speak. His younger self seemed to talk more and showed more of his intellect with each sentence.

“But, there is one thing I do not understand.” Bulma leaned in closer.

“What?”

“I am half way immortal. I will never grow old. And being strong I would not be worried about death.” Vegeta stopped there but, that wasn’t the end of his questioning. “Then why did . . . I . . . feel it was necessary to . . .to have . . .” Vegeta stopped again seeming to uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath. By his facial expression he seemed to just blunt out the question. “Why did I feel it was necessary to have a offspring? I would outlive any child no matter the genealogy.” Bulma looked away for a moment. “And why did we become as one for that matter?” Bulma looked back at him.

“What?”

“Become as one. It again translates bad. Best term I can give it is . . . um. . . unified? I believe.” The pieces fall together.

“Married. You mean, why did we come together?”

“Yes. Exactly. Why? What was the point of that?” Everyone looked at Bulma wanting to hear this too. Vegeta looked at the others. He turned back to Bulma who’s face was getting redder and redder by the second. “I see. This is a private matter. I take back my questions for now. I do expect them answered at a more untuned time. And less people around to pry on the subject.” Vegeta started walking away from the others. “Well, if you will excuse me. I have things to plan out for tomorrow.”

As he was walking out of the room when he stopped and turned around.

“I have one final question for now. Am I capable of feeling and expressing emotions other than anger, rage, and fleeting moments of fear and or surprise?” Bulma turned to him with a smile Vegeta felt was highly fake.

“There are times you feel like us but, you have times like you are dead inside.” Vegeta cocked his head to the side and nodded to himself.

“I see. Integration but, not fully. I remain Saiyan but with feelings of humans part time. I would not expect anything less from myself. I understand.” With that he flew up the stairs.

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The sun was setting and Vegeta was out flying. No one was following him and he was glad. He wanted to be alone. He was suppose to be older than this but, no memories. He had the injuries of the last beating Freiza gave him before the mission. The virus he had for months was inflicting him and to was all many years ago. So weird. Why did I have a kid for? Why did I stay here with her? Of all the places I could have gone why did I stay here? I could have gone it Yiomnth. I could have lived like a god there. Or TWP the war planet and fought everyday. Instead I chose to stay here with humans that are so weak a rock through the body kills them. Note to self: if I get older. Set up a catscan for myself. I must be nuts.

He flew aimlessly and found himself back at the tower. Flying up the tower in noticed for the first time that the was a empty area quite a bit lower than the tower with two life signs. One was a weak but slightly stronger than a normal human and the other was not human. Curiosity was flooding his mind as he flew faster. I wanted to see was this not human was.

Maybe it was something he had seen before and then again maybe it wasn’t. Flying up the to the opening he found the not human staring at him through the open balcony ledge. Vegeta stared at the big white cat that stand of two legs. It carried a cane like branch off a tree as well. This was not a creature he encountered before. That he remembered.

Korin knew of Vegeta’s transform without being informed. But, he didn’t know what he looked like. He was close to what he would expect from a Saiyan child. The bangs were a bit much but, something was about them. He tried to get into Vegeta’s mind but, the blocks and walls were sealed tight. There was no way he get in there if Vegeta didn’t want him too. Vegeta older had similar blocks to keep people out. A trait Vegeta had young.

“Hello, Vegeta.”

“Greetings . . . Korin.” Korin fidgeted back a bit. The smile alone made him want to run away and jump off the ledge. “What is the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Vegeta smiled slightly with a chuckle of his lips. “Oh, forgive me. That was a terrible human pun.” Vegeta’s smile melted off his face leaving a neutral, not angry not happy. “But, you should not look into people’s minds. It is rude. And it is a free invitation to others to do the same. Mental walls or no.”

Vegeta flew closer, stepping on the ledge since Korin decided to stay the distance he was now. Vegeta sat down on the ledge. Vegeta’s ki didn’t lower but, it didn’t heighten either. That was a start.

“So um . . What brings you here?”

“Seeing what the non-human signature was here. I was not expecting something like you but, hey. Why not? We have a Namekic, half saiyans, a full blooded one, an android, and things I don’t even know what they are but, they sure are not humans. Especially the little floating doll and the three eyes man.” Vegeta seemed to be visualizing Tien in his mind. “Three eyes. Yeah, that is original.” Vegeta said sarcastically but, he stopped looking around the small area. It had some nice things for a smaller area.

Turning his attention back to the pure white, two leg walking cat.

“Not to mention in the middle of his forehand of all places. I mean if he had to have three eyes there has to be a better place than right smack in his forehand. Like his chest or palm or something. That be much cooler than his forehead. I mean, he could not head butt anyone. And punches to the nose have got to be painful for many other reason. The bones under that eye being crush on impacted. He would be seeing stars.” Korin watched him as he talked. Vegeta was much more talkative than he would ever thought. One trait Vegeta didn’t keep unless he was very mad.

“Yo! Korin! Who you talking to man?” A highly overweight kinda samurai looking came forward. His shaggy hair and weak eyes made Vegeta believed that sword was mostly for show.

Vegeta did a double take at the sword. Narrowing his eyes flashes of something went across his mind. Vegeta covered his face with his hands as he body racked with sudden pain. Like the snake coil whip went across his skull. It was brief and then gone. Korin could feel the suddenly pain even without being in his mind. What ever that was in was intense.

“Hey! Who’s the kid?” Vegeta jerked his head up, eyes glowing red once again.

“Kid? Kid! Do you know who your calling a kid!” Vegeta stood on the ledge, red eyes staring through the only human there. “Fool! I am Vegeta. The prince of Saiyans! I am no mere kid! And you will now realize you fatal mistake, human!” Yajirobe scurried back to the back of the area.

Korin saw the hate in Vegeta’s glowing eyes and face. He had to calm him down or nothing was going to be left of the tower. Thinking fast Korin went over to the kitchen area. He was making tea before his felt his presence coming closer. Almost like he had no care in the world he got three cups and poured the tea.

Turning he saw Vegeta stalking towards the cowering figure on the floor. Pleading for his life. Korin taking one tea cup with him got in between Vegeta and him.

“Tea is ready. You are welcome to join us.” The scent of the tea clears the animal like angry inside Vegeta for the moment. Vegeta shook his head hard, taking to clear it from all jumbled up thoughts. He looked at Korin with non-angry eyes. The red seemed to leave as quickly as it came.

“Okay. Sure, why not?” Vegeta looked back at the him still on the floor before following Korin to the table.

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Bulma left a hour before and only now got back. She had a small package in her hands and got out of the car. She never knew there was so many types of those around. Hopefully there was one kind in here that was close to what Vegeta was already using.

X)(X

Yajirobe sat as far away from Vegeta was possible still be at the table. Korin showed no fear though. Vegeta pick out his tea cup gently with one hand on the bottom with the other holding it with two fingers and thumb. Korin was surprised a bit. He was expecting Vegeta to eat like Yajirobe or Goku. But then again, Vegeta was royalty after all. In a civil area, Vegeta may have felt to was necessary to curve his animal side as much as possible.

“So . . What set you off?” Vegeta put down the cup looking at Korin.

“I do not understand you. Reword your question properly.”

“Why were you going to kill him? What did he do? Calling you a kid couldn’t have been it.” Vegeta picked up his tea again sipping it again before looking back at Korin.

“I am not entirely sure. You see, there was something about that sword of his, it triggered something. Perhaps that sword or one like it caused some grave injury to me. Although my memories are gone I do know now, that I am older that this. Why or how I can not say.” Vegeta took another sip. “Excellent tea, by the way.”

Korin watched on. Vegeta was now calm. The wild side was contained for the moment. Something that got harder with age. Vegeta let down his guard enough to see the events earlier he didn’t sort into his tighter locked memories. Where Vegeta was created from DNA of old with one of new. Civil but, wild. Old instincts with the ability to think on them to his advantage. His anger was primal. Vegeta’s behavior began to make sense. Vegeta’s grudges from Frieza to Goku was an ancient animal response. All of it was a tangle of emotions of rage, angry, and slight fear.

Suddenly a wall slammed down inside Vegeta’s mind. Keeping Korin trapped within his mind. On the outside Yajirobe noticed both Vegeta and Korin as still as a board.

“Hey? Korin?” He waved his hand in front of his face. “You going to eat those cookies?” No response. “Cool.” He took them off Korin’s plate and shoved them into his mouth.

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Korin was cold. It was freezing. Walls of ice had him pinned in a small area. This was Vegeta’s doing. Korin knew he was careless. Vegeta was going to teach him a lesson now. He wouldn’t kill him though. He wouldn’t go through the trouble of trapping him here, if he was going to kill him.

“Okay. I get it. I shouldn’t have been going through your mind. I understand. I apologize.” Korin was sure Vegeta wasn’t going to let him go with a few nice words from him. No doubt, Vegeta wanted him to feel pain for even trying to seeing what was in his mind.

A howl of an animal rang through loudly. It was painful, even through the ice. Screams of thousands of people yelling through in a language came with it. Mingling together. Korin couldn’t even began to understand.

It was painful on so many levels. Emotional and physical Korin couldn’t take it. He fell to the floor feeling his mind starting to crack of the strain. The punishment was highly affective.

It stopped. It all stopped. Everyone and thing just stopped. Korin stood looking around seeing a mental version of Vegeta himself. The mind guardian not doubt. Everything had one.

“Well, my friend. Did you like the free sample?” Vegeta narrowed his eyes and Korin was floating in the air. “Now do me a favor and stay out of my mind or I will let all the walls down and make you go insane through the bad parts of my mind. Or maybe I will rage out of his cage. Letting him rip into you. This is your only warning. Goodbye. I do not come back if you know what is good for you.” The mind version of Vegeta snapped his fingers.

The grayness swirled around making Korin sick to his stomach. The air around him clung so tightly, he couldn’t even scream.

X)(X

Korin was back in his body gasping for air. Yajirobe stared at him with a mouth full of cookies. Vegeta turned to him finishing his tea.

“Why, Korin. What is the matter? You look shook up.” Sarcasm with all thick again. Korin didn’t answer. “You do not look well. Perhaps you need to rest.” Vegeta set his empty cup down and, got up from his seat. “I need to be getting back. Thank you so much for the tea. We will need to do this again sometime.” Vegeta walked to the ledge. “Hope you feel better soon.” With that he jumped off ledge flying back to Capsule corporation.

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Vegeta took his time flying as slow as possible enjoying the freedom of space. He never spent so much time of a planet since Frieza. He don’t remember him being killed or dying. Nothing like that. Four days before being here he remembered being locked in a room with a chain around his neck and around his wrist.

His arm with above his head with the same chain around his neck. It was simple. If he put down his arm. He would choke himself. Vegeta wouldn’t use his telekinesis power where Frieza could see. He wanted Frieza to know little or nothing about his non hand to hand and ki power combat. He didn’t want Frieza to find a way to use his power to his advantage. Frieza had enough power and control. So Vegeta just put himself into a trance for two days.

The building came into view. He flew faster and landed on the roof. He stepped on the ledge and walked around to the back of the building. Looking back he saw the same view from the window. He stepped over the edge. With one hand he grabbed the ledge the his window. He pulled himself up with strength alone. Use his mind he opened the window as it was possible to open from the outside. Stepping through the window he close it behind him.

Since he didn’t have to go back to that ship ever. He decided to get something to eat. Eating only once every three days was no longer needed. Walking to the door he processed downstairs.

He got to the railing and jumped over it again. He noticed that on one noticed the jump. He knew Namekic heard him but, he don’t show any signs of it. Vegeta when to the kitchen and peered into the fridge. Unlike they another day everything like, well good enough to eat. He didn’t notice Chi-Chi behind him.

“Hungry?” Vegeta rolled his eyes again.

“What is with you humans and your questions? Why else would I be looking in here. It is not work of art or some kind of entertainment. Are all humans like this or am I just lucky?” Before Chi-Chi could say a word Vegeta started up again. “You know. I am not even hungry anymore. Thank you for ruining my appetite.” Vegeta closed the door going to the front room.

Annoyed, Vegeta ignored the looks from the others and went to the edge of the couch. He pushed Trunks over to sit between the two.

“You could have asked!”

“My way was quicker. Plus I wanted my best student to sit at my correct side. It is a custom.” Trunks beamed with pride.

“The best student must sit to the left of the master or teacher or whatever you would call it, right?” Vegeta looked at him. Not just any look but, a look that made Trunks nervous under his skin.

“Teacher is fine for the term. Since you can not seem to pronounce any word correctly in my native tongue anyways. Goten! Pop quiz! Correct term and pronunciation for the word teacher. Now.”

“Uilsai!” Vegeta smiled not turning from Trunks.

“Correct. And it is the student is to sit on the ‘right’ hand side of the Uilsai.” Vegeta turned away not caring if his completely embarrassed his close to same age son next to him.

“Yea! I’m the best at something!” Goten smiled but, it drop when he saw Trunks’ face. “Sorry, Trunks.” Vegeta turned to him.

“I should not have to say that to him. You are stating a fact. Besides, more than likely he would not show you the same respect.”

“You don’t know that for a fact.” Vegeta turned back to Trunks.

“Your right. I do not. . . . Son.” Trunks reared back and hugged Vegeta happily.

“You remember!”

“Wrong again. A tread for you.” Trunks pulled back with a confused and almost hurt look on his face.

“You don’t remember?” Vegeta rolled his eyes.

“What else could it be? You do or you don’t. There no between, moron.” Vegeta brushed his bangs back. A thing he seemed to do when he was trying to calm himself. “I know the fact that I am older. The memories attached to it are gone. I so hate repeating myself. Talk about the last to know.” Trunks turned to Goten was glaring eyes.

“When did you know?”

“Early. When you were taking a nap.”

“I wasn’t taking a nap! I was . . . resting my eyes.”

“Were not!”

“Were too!”

Vegeta rolled his eyes again. This was a repeat performance from the other day. In one word: Annoying. Vegeta’s eye twitched slightly as a habit to stimuli of this nature. Raising both hands Vegeta smacked both boys behind their heads, sending them to the floor. Goten managed to land on feet where Trunks landed on his side, but quickly got to his feet. Seconds after Goten. Both looked at Vegeta sorely. Mentally and physically.

“You know I hate that petty bickering you do. So knock it off. If you want to do that. Do it else where!” Both boys looked down somewhat embarrassed. “You need more training Trunks. You should have been able to land on your feet like Goten had.” Trunks looked down with cheeks burning in shame. Vegeta only shook his head at him for a moment before getting up off the couch as both stood from the floor. Vegeta moved up to Trunks very closely grabbing his hand making him look up. The others in the room tensed. Vegeta looked at his face closely before pulling back slightly letting go.

“Weak eyes, weak presence, and your lacking skills on the battle field. I wonder.” Trunks looked up seeing Vegeta’s eyes burn into his. “Are you sure you are a son of mine?” Tears started to form in Trunks eyes. Vegeta watched immune to the emotional display. He felt nothing for this boy. But, did I ever? Was I able to feel for anyone? He wasn’t sure. It wasn’t the time for those thoughts.

“That was mean, Vegeta.” The prince only rolled his eyes at the short human’s words.

“Oh I am so sorry.” Vegeta’s voice was completely sarcastic. “You seem to be . . .” Vegeta turned to Krillen as he slightly paused. “Under the impression that I care what you think!” Vegeta turned back around facing the tear streaked Trunks not even looking at him. “Mine your own business, human. Stop trying to make yourself more important that you are.”

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Bulma was in Vegeta’s room with her package in hand. Vegeta had such a talent Bulma wanted to show her sincerity. Although Vegeta seemed to let it drop for once, Bulma felt complied to do this. She unwrapped the package. There were many different kinds of colored pencils. She had gone to six different art supplies stores. Each had a different feel to it. Hopeful there was one pack here that was similar to the ones he was using. Stacking them better she re-wrapped the package and waited. She knew Vegeta would be here soon. He didn’t like anyone in here for the most part.

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Vegeta got annoyed and fazed upstairs not long after Trunks said he wasn’t taking a nap and such. He found the conversion dull and boring. He kind wanted to talk to Korin again. He seemed to have a brain and didn’t care if he was older than this. It sucked to be a genius. Especially in a Saiyans’ body. He missed his talks with Bardock. Bardock loved to fight like any Saiyan but, he had a brain too. He taught Vegeta the new version of the fake moon technique before it before planet wide. Vegeta battle tested it. The first two didn’t work. With Vegeta’s help the third worked perfectly.

Noticing the blue haired woman was in his room again, Vegeta opened the door fast. He was surprised seeing her on the edge of the bed. It seemed she was waiting for him.

“What do you want, Bulma?” Bulma moved back surprised.

“So you do know my name.”

“I know all your names. I just do not wish to use them. Now, answer the question.” Bulma smiled slightly.

“Here.” She patted the bed. “I have something for you.” Vegeta didn’t like this.

Something told he to run, and run fast while another part say it was okay. He never listened to the smaller voice of the two. But for so reason that one was much louder than usually. Vegeta stepped closer and checked behind the room and the door frame. He moved over to the closet and open it. And then the bath room door. Nothing both times.

Bulma said nothing. She remember he did the same when he first came here. At the time she didn’t understand and wrote it off as a Saiyan thing. But, Vegeta was checking for anything or anyone that could be harm full or trying to get information. It wasn’t the lack of the trust. It was habit alone. He had to check. Clear and simple.

He went under the bed, crawling under it. Bulma lifted her feet up, letting him do what he had to do. He came out from under the bed and started sniffing the air. The smells where only her, him, cleaners, and dust. That was all. Deciding it was all clear Vegeta sat on the edge of the bed still away from her.

“I’m not going to bite.”

“But I might!” Bulma cleared his throat. Vegeta was in one of those moods.

He didn’t want her close to him right now. The thought of her being his wife when he was older and now he was child. It didn’t sit right with him. Bulma slide the package over to him. He eyed it carefully and looked at her. Although he face didn’t show it. Vegeta was confused. Bulma was expecting that. Vegeta had been confused when she did this when he was older. Presents didn’t make sense to him. It just wasn’t done.

“It’s a human gesture of apologizing non-verbally for a wrong doing.”

“To clear your conscious?”

“Kinda yeah. Like a custom here.” Vegeta turned his head to the side, studying her. Vegeta was pretty good at sensing who was telling the truth or how was lying. He wasn’t a hundred percent correct all the time but, it was enough to go on for the most part.

Vegeta seemed to believe her as he reached over to the package. He was unsure but, pushed himself to take it. If not to appear weak or not to give into weakness Bulma wasn’t sure. Her watched as Vegeta poked the package on the side and top. She had to resist to laugh at his actions. Like with the room he would never open it wasn’t checking all bases first. Finally done with his inspecting Vegeta pulled the thing closer. Pulling the two strings the package opened up completely.

He looked at it with a twitching eye before he closed him. The look on his face was somewhere around hurt and anger.

“You mock me. Why?” Bulma couldn’t help but blink. That wasn’t a reacting she was expecting. She wasn’t expecting a hug and a kiss but, this was too weird.

X)(X

It was getting late. Another day but, this one was more productive. He knew he was older but, the memories still absent. Vegeta was still highly mean to Trunks even knowing he was his son. Vegeta didn’t care about anyone’s feelings yet, he seemed to be strangely nice to Goten. If he was being that way to Trunks, they would understand. The respect thing at the first fight couldn’t be the reason. There had to be a reason.

Before and after Vegeta found out he was older and Trunks’ father, he showed dislike to Trunks even after he said there was no hard feelings between them now. ‘What about him?’, ‘Oh really. Do not worry. We can throw this couch out later.’, calm yourself Tir . . .tur . . .no. Goten what is his name again?’, Are you sure you are my son?’ why Trunks was just taking it was a mystery. Trunks had missed the show from Baba’s ball. In a way everyone was glad. It seemed cruel to have Trunks to see that.

X)(X

Vegeta sat on top of his wooden and metal chest. He couldn’t believe her. After everything. She went out of her way to do this. Vegeta wanted to scream and blow this whole planet up and go anywhere else but, here. This what something Frieza would do to torture him. Dark emotions were running through him. He hated trying to hold the monster in. But, he couldn’t let it out. Something inside him, stronger than his hate, made him keep the monster in it’s cage. He didn’t understand that but, was too tried to question it.

Bulma sat and watched as Vegeta’s back was turned. He didn’t say another word. That was worst than him yelling and cursing at her. Bulma looked down at the pencils. She didn’t understand. Why did he see these as mocking him? Unless . . . Frieza did something similar and Vegeta saw no difference. Great . . . what did I do and not even know about!

“Okay. What did I do that Frieza did before that I have duplicated here?” Bulma almost screamed and Vegeta hunched over a bit. He was shaking hard. He wasn’t cold and he wasn’t scared. He was almost enraged.

He was trying so hard to keep from going completely animal raged. He was trying hard. She could see that it was like fighting the ocean back with a broom. He had to calm himself or he would go completely primal.

Bulma came over and pull her hands of his blue clad shoulders. His shakes were harder than they looked. He didn’t notice or didn’t care that she was touching him.

Vegeta stopped the shakes and moved back against her. Bulma had to keep the smile off her face. Vegeta would be insulted by pity or anything he believed was pity like.

“How was that a mocking gesture, Vegeta? I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I know.” Vegeta barely said but, the room way dead silent she could hear a pin drop. “Reason is not always the first thing that comes to you under these conditions.” Vegeta pulled himself up and moved the chest back he could kneel in front of it.

Opening it like he did before, he pulled out of the scattered pages that were loosely around inside. Bulma went to her knees picking one up. It was Frieza holding up his hand with a dead man like creature on the floor. Strangely this picture wasn’t as good as Vegeta other works. Dropping the paper her picked up the another one. It was the same picture but, drawn much better, more details. Just like the other pictures he had drawn. Bulma went through all the papers. They were all the same.

Vegeta slammed down the lid with two pieces of paper in his hands. He again sat down on the chest. He put the two pieces together for her. It was the same drawing again but, it was like a picture, like his other ones. Gruesome and dark. Blood was dripping off Frieza’s body. The man-like creature was dead with eyes starting blankly at the artist. It was perfect besides the rip. Vegeta let the pieces fall to the ground. They wafted down turning face up as the rested on the floor.

“Frieza want a special portrait done.” Bulma looked at him. He was trying to stay above his emotions. “He . . . he somehow caught wind of my drawing ability. I tried to tell him my drawings were all that good but, my lying skill were never any good. Mostly because of some little particas of it. But, anyways he wanted to see that for himself. He let me over to a tripod with a similar pad on it. With six different types of art supplies to do it with.”

Vegeta sat on the floor, going through the papers. He picked up the worst one in the bunch that was still considered very, very good for a artist of any kind. “This was my first drift. I tried to make it as badly as I could but, still making it look like I was trying. Unfortunately, Frieza found my pad there in my room.” Vegeta used his head to motion to his drawing pad on the bed. “He knew I could draw much better than that. I was caught and he knew it. He smiled and said to do it for real this time. I had no choice in the matter. I knew what would happen if I didn’t.” Vegeta looked at her. His eyes held so much of unbridled emotion she, herself felt tears forcing there way pass the brims of her eyes. She did her best to fight them off.

“Why did he make you do the same picture over and over again for?”

“There not the same.” Bulma picked up two papers and looked at them.

“I didn’t see anything different.”

“Look at the dead Huol on the floor.” Bulma looked at the creature of the floor. And picked up second drawing looking at them carefully.

It’s arm was bent in a different angle and it’s eyes blue while the other was yellow.

“It’s not the same creature. What is going on here? What was Frieza doing?”

“He was killing off the last Huoles and having me record their deaths. Out of all of them he choose to keep that one on his wall.” He was looking down at the torn one. “I was and am no stranger to death or killing. But, to kill like that and have me draw them that way. . . . It was . . . well, I do not know exactly. I was trying not to think about it.” Vegeta looked at her eyes guarded again and voice highly stoic. He was again trying too hard to be stoic. It was clear he was upset.

“As I was done with the second picture. The first I did with my full talent, he said he really liked it and wanted more.” Vegeta stopped for a minute looking at the drawings again. “He called the Huoles in one at a time and killed them. He posed in the same way knowing I drew exactly what I saw to the slightest detail. I drew nearly the same picture fourteen times. There was fifteen Huoles. All were so unexpecting.”

Bulma watched as he eyes burned with hate. A self-hatred. “I could not take it anymore. I had to try and stop this. I . . . send a telepathy message to the last one. Out of guilt or something, and told him what Frieza was going to do. It ran and Frieza was confused.” Vegeta looked to the wall not looking at her or anything. “I was trying to help but, I ended up making it worst and he got hunted down. He was taken back to Frieza were he didn’t kill him right away like the. For hours Frieza made him scream and beg for mercy. He bled to death, there, on the floor, by his feet. Blood was all over the place. If I let him get killed the other way it would not of have been as bad. It was my fault. I should have knew better that try to help.”

Vegeta turned his eyes back at her. Staring right at her eyes. “I started to draw when Frieza said he did not like that posement of the body. Finally after all the hours he said I could go and my mission list was ready for tomorrow. I . . . I stopped drawing that day. It no longer helped me. It only brought Mercy. I started to draw here because the images would not leave my mind. It brought me nothing. I was numb and dead inside. It was more like to pass the time for no reason other that I had nothing better to do.”

Bulma watched a moment more before bring Vegeta into a hug. Vegeta pushed against weakly but, did not overly resisting. She was starting to cry now.

“Back off. Come on! Let go of me! Stop being so . . .” Vegeta was cut off in mid sentence. That was a first for him.

“Hush!” The command wasn’t overly harsh yet, it somehow made Vegeta obey. This was also a first to listen to someone a thousand times weaker than him. Vegeta was highly confused. Why was he listening to a weak kied human he could break between his two smallest fingers? But, his couldn’t bring himself to do that. Note to self: scratch when I am older. I need that catscan now! I must be out of my mind! I knew Frieza would drive me insane one day. And here this proves it! Oh Shiva, help me!

X)(X

Morning came. The boys were already gone to train. Bulma had taken back five of the six pencils packs. Vegeta may one day pick up the pad again. Frieza again ruined something for him. And what about the stuff he didn’t remember. It had to be worse. Bulma ordered breakfast for everyone. It was coming in a hour. It was over three hundred but, that was good for a Saiyan among them.

X)(X

Vegeta faked a knee to the stomach and slid under Trunks’ feet and grabbed his ankles. Trunks gave a short yell before hitting the ground hard. Vegeta flip over Trunks beginning his legs painful to his face. Vegeta was careful to check the strength and didn’t bring them all the way. It was painful and if way he didn’t break them like the move was made for.

Vegeta moved as Goten crashed down from above. His feet pounded into Trunks’ skull. Vegeta smiled cruelty. He couldn’t have done better himself. Trunks was out like a light that was hit with a flathead hammer.

“That is the problem with group fighting. No commutation and things like this happen. So sad.” Goten showed rage he wasn’t used to as he rushed Vegeta. Vegeta blocked smiling. “There you go. Feel the anger. Let it fill your body. See the red rage.” Vegeta barely dodge the blows and hit Goten in the back on the head. Goten pushed off the ground, rushing him again. Vegeta caught both hands and planted his boot into Goten’s face. Goten’s head snapped back But, Vegeta didn’t let go. Vegeta jumped up putting both feet on his chest and pushed off hard, letting go this time.

Goten was implanted into the ground where Vegeta flew through the air, coming down about ten feet away. Vegeta twisted in the air like his was swimming in water. He was poetry in motion as he landed in a graceful crouch. Vegeta stood and rushed fast seeing Trunks was getting up. As Trunks saw the attack, it was too late. Trunks’ body got indented into the tall rock behind him.

Vegeta smiled, walking to the broken body of the purple half-saiyan. Trunks opened his eyes seeing Vegeta boot coming to his neck. He tried to move but, Vegeta was too quick. Vegeta brought down the pressure making Trunks gasp for air. Vegeta didn’t care if he was slowly killing him. The sight of him made Vegeta go into primal. Why, he didn’t know. He wanted him dead. Instincts maybe. But, he didn’t care

Trunks was blacking out because of the lack of air. Vegeta was watching his face glow red and lip tinting blue. He was almost dead. He was knocking at death’s door and waiting for the reaper to answer him. ‘Okay, I’ll go but, promise me you won’t hurt anybody.’ This planet is not on my list. It would be a waste of my precious time and energy.

Vegeta remember that conversion with Kakorot. When he said hurt he meant kill. He had such a cubby way of talking, it wasn’t funny. Annoyed, Vegeta knew he couldn’t break the promise. Even if the reason why Vegeta agreed was no longer in question. It was the principal of the thing. Vegeta was evil and a killer. But, he kept his promises. He said he wouldn’t kill anything on this planet. He will not kill anyone of this planet. It was the simple.

Vegeta removed his foot and Trunks couched, catching air. Vegeta looked at him with no pity or anything really.

“If I was going to kill you. You can not do anything about it. You are useless. You could not breath and I had you at my mercy. If I was your enemy. You be long dead. You are a disgrace to the name Saiyan.” Vegeta looked to the sky. “Shape up. I am not going to waste my time with living carcass. If you do not show me some improvement. I am dropping you from the class. Your choice. Shape up or ship out. You have two days. Impress me. If you can.” Vegeta turned on his heel. Trunks watched him go. He thought he was the better fighter but, apparently Vegeta through other wise. Goten was much stronger now. He was getting left behind. That scared him.

Goten lifted his head, dizzy and in pain. Vegeta walked to the edge of the mountain top. He turned looking at the two.

“Training is over. Rest up. I put you together tomorrow. I want your best. If you hold back, you will so be sorry. I want to see blood and sweat, understand? Good!” With that Vegeta flew off not waiting for the boys to respond. Vegeta didn’t want to go back to Capsule Corp right now. He flew to the south where islands were heavy in the ocean. He wanted to be alone for the rest of the day and probably the night too.

X)(X

The two boys got home hours ago. Vegeta was still nowhere to be found. His ki was too low to detect even by Goku. Vegeta could do that when he truly wanted to. Bulma was not overly worried. Vegeta did not like being around a lot of people and needed to get away sometimes.

X)(X

Vegeta was floating about six feet off the ground. Deep in meditation. Red surges of power came from him like lightening. He was breathing hard and sweat with dripping from him his heart was pounding in his chest. He pushed himself out of his mind. And fell to the ground. He stayed there breathing hard like there was no air on the island. Again he tried to go the back of his mind. That thing was locked away behind memories he wanted to forget.

Vegeta decided to had enough meditation for today. Walking out of the forest to the sandy beach Vegeta watched the waves. It had a calming effect with a reason Vegeta didn’t understand. He walked to the waters edge. The ocean back home had a grayish tint unlike here. Vegeta underwent training to hold his breath up to thirty minutes. If not more. It was good to outsmart enemies or getting into bases that had water fronts to them. He breathed deeply once, twice and three times before jumping into the water.

Vegeta was at the bottom of the ocean. He could feel the pressure on his body. But, he ignored the pain of his lungs burning for air. He had about ten minutes before he had to resurface. It took about three minutes to break out of the water safely. It was one thing Vegeta learned not to go under or up too fast. That was his first lesson. Vegeta swam through the blackened waters of the deep ocean. There was no way he could go all the way down, farther in the middle of the ocean. But, he could go as far as a scuba driver without any equipment.

The deep ocean was nice. No sound, no light. Complete emptiness. This is what to felt like to be emotionless. It was nice. He wanted to stay here for the rest of forever. Didn’t have to think, didn’t have to move, nothing was expected from him, no pain. But, that was not to be. His heart was slowing down. He was staying too long. He wished he had gills so he could stay.

Vegeta headed up watching the light breaking through the higher parts of the water. Vegeta broke through the water and gasped in the salt tasting air. He floated in the water breathing deep. Vegeta was analyzing the whole thing down there.

Suddenly the answers came all to clear. Undeniable truths that Vegeta found himself not breathing and purely shocked at the discovery. He was afraid to feel and craved oblivion. It was so simple and why he didn’t see it before was puzzling. He wanted to die. To either go back to the ancient Saiyan training grounds, when Frieza killed him back in his planet. Or the black nothingness he had to go through before it and stay there.

“When did I get such a death wish?” I can only die of injury or virus that is planted into my system, which will not happen since he now dead. I feel I have nothing to worry about on this planet.

Feeling his breath and vitals back to normal he, again took three deep breaths and went under. The deep was nice. He had to slow himself down though. Too fast and he would pay the price. He swam through the pitch blackness of the water, lazily. Not caring on where he was going or where he would end up. He just swam as all the chaos in his mind was quieted. Only when he was fighting, training hard, or holding his breath under the water.

Vegeta stopped as he hit a cliff. Intrigued, Vegeta swam up it finding a ship. Vegeta swan around it, inspecting it. It had a huge whole on the side. Vegeta went inside, through the huge hole. Rotting skeletons were littered around. Drowned where this ship went down. This was like a burial ground. Vegeta bowed in respect to the bodies, as he would in the Saiyan burial grounds. Many seemed to die at there posts. Just like Saiyans. They earned that respect.

Vegeta went through the corridors looking through the opened doorways, as the wooden door where gone. The hinges come loose and the door became floating debris. All but, one. Vegeta made a bee-line for it. The door was metal and more secure than the others were and at one time. Under Vegeta’s strength the door move with slight difficultly.

At was a treasure room. Only one remains of a human was in here. He had a large sword in his hand and strangle clothes that were still for the most part intact. He must have been the leader here. He must have had great respect to have the people here to die at their posts. I do not believe humans overly would unless necessary except in war. Escape to live is everything’s nature.Vegeta again bowed in respect and looked around the room in fascination. He lungs started to burn. He couldn’t stay too much longer.

He found a chest on the floor. There was a lock. Rusted and falling apart but, still on. Out of respect Vegeta turned to leave was stunned for one moment. Vegeta swam back in freight when the skeleton was right behind him instead of in the back of the room. There was no movement of the water so, there was no reason for it to move. Nor was there a reason for the thing to so low to the floor. As it’s lack of face with in Vegeta’s face.

Vegeta calmed himself and felt the burning in his chest worsen. That slight moment of fright cost him a few minutes he had moments before.

He had a enough time to make it to the top still and a minute or two to spare. Vegeta started to the door as it closed by itself. Vegeta was confused again no current or movement of the water and the ship didn’t shift. There was no reason for that to happen either.

A echo of metal hitting the floor somewhat sounded on the floor. Vegeta looked back at the chest seeing the lock was on the floor. Curiosity got the better of him again and he opened the chest. Gold pieces that looked like coins were mostly in there. Except one piece. A neckless was inside. It was nice even to his standards. The solid blue stone around the gold that was shaped like a flame of a torch only upside down. The door came open as Vegeta was looking at the piece in his hand. He could figure this out later. He needed to get to the surface now.

X)(X

It was sunset now. Vegeta wasn’t seen by anyone but, the boys this morning and early afternoon. Trunks seemed rather glum still. Goten was sore but, mental fine. He had more interest in fighting than before. He often ask his dad to spar with him and implied some of the techniques to Goku. Gohan was still having homework issues. Like too much of it and Chi-Chi didn’t want to get the evil eyes from Vegeta again. That day was the worst.

Goku raised his head feeling Vegeta’s ki coming towards them. Not fast but, not slow but, he was close. But, he felt something else. It was Yamcha’s ki. It was coming fast.

The doors opened in Vegeta walked through and stopped feet from the door. The balcony doors were open. Vegeta suddenly side stepped and Yamcha flew past him almost hitting the couch. Yamcha looked back seeing Vegeta was a tried expression, that made Yamcha madder. Yamcha flew at him and Vegeta raised one hand.

Yamcha found himself in the air inches away from Vegeta’s face. He couldn’t move at all. Vegeta face turned from stoic to annoyed and hard. Vegeta brought his hand closer to his face and clenched his fist. Yamcha started screaming as a invisible force was crushing him hard.

“So rude. Do your mother teach you not to attack from the back unless necessary?”

“Screw you!” Vegeta showed no other reaction as Vegeta unclenched his fist letting the pressure around him stop. Vegeta stepped closer and smacked his savagely across the face. “Watch your language. There are cubs present.” Yamcha was physically stunned by the blow as it was almost hard enough to break his neck.

Vegeta turned to the door and the immobile but, floating Yamcha followed struggling against the unseeable force. Vegeta stepped up on the rail. He looked up seeing the stars were yet not visible.

“I made a promise to Kakorot I would not kill anyone on this planet.” Yamcha looked relieved. “Do tell me. Is the blackness of space considered part of your planet?” The terror on his victim’s face was something Vegeta would never forget. “I did not think so.” With a quick rise of Vegeta’s arm Yamcha started flying up to the sky.

The other came outside seeing Vegeta looking up and no Yamcha in sight.

“What are you doing?”

“Making the first Y.I.S.”

“What?”

“Yamcha. In. Space.” Goku tried to lock into Yamcha ki but, he couldn’t. Yamcha was going too fast. Goku turned to Vegeta.

“Okay. You had your fun. Put him down.” Vegeta looked at him.

“Okay.” Vegeta said with a smile that lasted two seconds. “Not! Beside I not having my ‘fun’ yet.”

“Vegeta!”

“Screaming my name is not going to get your friend down. I never will understand you humans and wantabee human. That was as intimidating at a week old mikoes.” Fighting Vegeta may his resolves stronger. That was one of the first things Bulma learned about Vegeta.

Goku, forceablely, grabbed Vegeta’s arm and brought his hand down. “I seriously hope you washed your hands before you touched me.” Goku looked for Yamcha to come down. He didn’t. Vegeta was laughing.

“Poor, Kakorot. Confused are we? I will explain. You see. My hand is like a sorcerer’s book. It’s a medium but, not needed really. The spell works just as well but, a little more effort is required. So you could cut off my hand he would still be on his way to death.”

“You promised not to kill anyone.”

“One I said ‘This planet is not on my list. It would be a waste of my precious time and energy.’ You are lucky I could understand your cubby way of specking. And two mentioning On. This. Planet part. I am not killing on this planet. Space is not planet earth.”

“He wouldn’t be in space, if it wasn’t for you!”

“Now your splitting hairs. But, to be fair. I did not go to him. He came to attack me. So if he did not come, I would not have to send him into space in the first place.”

“Now who’s splitting hairs!”

“Is that a rhetorical question or do you really ‘need’ me to answer that?” Vegeta asked with all the sarcasm he had. Goku felt primal, as Vegeta called it, was taking over.

“If you don’t bring him down. I’m going to . . .”

“Kill me, beat me to a pulp, make my life a living hell? A little late. I being through all three through the age five to almost nine. And when I was older. Much longer. Except the last one. That is my whole damn life. Your threats mean nothing to me.” Goku was starting to twitch with unfamiliar anger. Goku wasn’t doing any good. Maybe it needed a woman’s touch.

Bulma smiled smacking Goku off of Vegeta. Goku moved back.

“I think you scared Yamcha enough.”

“Scared, yes. Killed, no.”

“You don’t want to kill Yamcha.” Vegeta looked at her with actual emotion. A weird cross between confused, annoyed, and like he couldn’t believe she said that. It took him a few seconds to regain control.

“My body. I would think I would know better than you. Besides people who attack me. I do kill. It is the perfect way to make sure they will not try it again.” He started laughing again.

“This is no laughing matter!”

“Oh, sure it is.” Vegeta gave a all knowing smile. “You all are so concerned about your friend that none of you did not even brothered to track his ki as he was going up.” Bulma looked confused.

“What?”

“I stopped pushing him up when you butted into the conversion and you people did not notice. One word for that: Pathetic.”

Goku sensed him out. Vegeta did stop. Yamcha’s ki was still in earth atmosphere. Up too where the commercial planes and such fly. If not slightly higher Putting two fingers to his forehead, he went to Yamcha’s location.

“Why didn’t you said anything?”

“I wanted to see how long I could keep this going, before someone noticed. Besides the fact he be long dead by now if not sooner.”

“I thought you wanted him dead?”

“Oh I do. By all rights the day he tried to cut off my tail. He should have been. By the way. I will have to try your suggestion some day.” Piccolo and Bulma bushed as they remembered what she said to Vegeta in speaking of torture and such.

Vegeta couldn’t help but, laugh at them. It was so overly pathetic. Friends in danger made people act stupid.

“But, the thing is. To kill him that way is well, no fun. What is the point if you can not feel his blood running down your fingers bathing your palms in the warm glow of life? And watch as his spirt drains, slowly out of his eyes and the blood flows to the battlegrounds below the broken body of the fallen warrior?” Bulma looked at his with a expression he never seen before. It was mirrored on the others here. “Really. I am asking. What is the point?”

“You are highly morbid.” Bulma said with a strangely calm face.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, female.”

Goku returned with Yamcha in hand. The sight of Vegeta made Yamcha enraged. Goku had to grab him and hold him back. Vegeta could break his neck. He would be paralyzed him instead of kill him to keep his promise. But, that didn’t mean Vegeta would make it painless.

“You little bastard! I’ll kill you!”

“Yeah. I have heard that before. Right before my hand went through his heart. It was quite delicious on a empty stomach, if I may say so.”

Yamcha didn’t stop thrashing in Goku’s arms. Vegeta just yawning showing he was tiring of the situation.

“Some people just never learn. And hopefully this one will never breed. That is my medical opinion by the way. Not my personal opinion.” Vegeta walked past him and the others.

Goku stayed outside with the enraged Yamcha in his grasp. He wasn’t sure who was more a fault. Yamcha or Vegeta in this situation.

“Okay. If you promise not to go after Vegeta. I will let you go.” Yamcha sighed.

“Fine.” Goku put him on the ground. Yamcha walked inside and Goku followed. He saw Vegeta by the stairs talking to Bulma. He never liked Vegeta when he was older. The man was rude, arrogant, stuck up and he got the most beautiful woman in the world. He never understood.

Bulma was laughing now. It made him madder. He rushed to attack Vegeta again. Vegeta turned eyes glowing red with anger.

The couch lifted, catching Yamcha under the ribs. The next thing that everyone know the couch turned sideways and flew out the balcony doors. It slowly fell to the ground. Vegeta’s eyes returned to normal as his anger was spent.

“Told you we had to throw that couch out.” Goten walked over to the balcony looking at the couch that was on top of a winded Yamcha.

“Why was he attack you for?”

“Because he was stupid. That is the best answer I can give. His your guys’ friend. Not mine . . . Right?”

He looked back hopeful. He didn’t know if he was or not. Everyone shook they head no. Vegeta looked highly relieved as he turned to the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Bulma asked him. Vegeta stopped at rolled his eyes, although no one could see that.

“It is called upstairs. Can you not recognize that? Humans and their foolish questions.” Bulma let it go. Vegeta was annoyed, probably because he couldn’t kill the enemy like he normally would and wanted to.

X)(X

Vegeta stepped into the shower and turned the water. The water tempter was scalding to a human but, nice to a Saiyan. It was true that Vegeta preferred the cold but, this was the exception to the rule. He could still smell the salt of the water in his hair and skin. He closed his eyes as the water run down his face.

Vegeta was a Saiyan of common sense and science, for the most part. He didn’t put to much stock into the super natural. Besides honoring two of the Saiyan’s legends of Shiva and Odin, which he believed to be part of the Saiyajin of old in him. But, the other twelve he didn’t bother with. He didn’t overly care in the past but, lately he had though. And down there was the ship was bugging him.

If one of those thing down there happened he would have gave it much thought. But, three within seconds of each others. That was no coincidences. Vegeta opened his eyes looking at the neckless of the counter. He put it in his boot for safe keeping. And to avoid more brainless questions.

Vegeta was unsure why he took it with him. He mean nothing to him and jewelry was not overly used on his planet. Besides the royal pendent and crown they wasn’t that many other pieces. If there was no use for it, they got rid of it. Simple as that. He didn’t know what to do with it.

Strangely, enough he had the fleeting idea to give it to the Blue-haired woman. He shook his head hard. He wasn’t sure that idea with bad or she possible reaction would be bad. And then more questions. He hated questions and he hated answering them so much more.

X)(X

Yamcha was okay and sitting on the couch. Yamcha broke it fall and it was undamaged. He was annoyed that Vegeta could defeat him easily. He had abilities he didn’t seem to have before. The pipes were still running upstairs. For the past thirty minutes. They finally shut off. The hot water must have gotten too cold for him.

X)(X

Everyone went to bed. Yamcha decided to stay but, he had to truly promised this time, not to provoke Vegeta in any way, shape, or form. He agreed. Not liking it but, agreed anyway. He stay in the room past Goku and Chi-Chi. Yamcha wasn’t sleep yet. He couldn’t. Vegeta was evil. What was stopping him from killing everyone in there sleep?

He felt Vegeta’s ki move. He knew it. Vegeta was going to try something. He vaulted out of bed and moved down the hall. He caught a glance of Vegeta’s brownish red tail under around the corner. Yamcha moved seeing Vegeta going down the stairs. Yamcha followed carefully, tried to be quiet. Vegeta moved past the stairs. Yamcha ducked into the shadows.

Vegeta looked up and Yamcha quit breathing as the shine of Vegeta’s eyes bore through him. He was staring at him. But, he couldn’t tell if Vegeta could see him or not. After long moments that seemed to go on forever, Vegeta moved on past the stairs.

Yamcha lungs burned for air as he remembered he had to breathe. That was intense. He shook off the fear that went through him and followed.

Vegeta knew Yamcha was following him. Everyone else did before, so he was use to it. He was trying to be sneaky about it. Vegeta would have laughed if there was humor in it for him. Vegeta went to the animal safe house. A place besides the deep of the ocean he felt comfortable. Opening the door and went inside, not bothering to close the door.

Yamcha watched that. That was a signal if he ever saw one. He know he was following him. Yamcha gathered him strength and went to that door as well.

Yamcha had been in there a few times. He had stayed in the path areas that were animal proof due to electric currents and an implants under there skin, feathers and scales. He watched Vegeta again petting the large T-rex and the other animals gathering around him.

Yamcha had seen this with the loin at the amazement park grounds but, this was weird. The T-rex laid on his side and like that one day Vegeta down used him like a pillow. The same tiger laid across his lap this time and the small animal circled around him. This was too weird. Not that Vegeta was normal in his eyes but, this was too much.

He often described Vegeta as an animal but, he never meant like this. (Go back to bed, Yamcha. You are annoying the animals here. And you are annoyed me. They did not make a such promise not to kill you or anyone else. And I will not help you if they try. Go away. Only warning.) He heard Vegeta’s voice in his head and watched Vegeta turn his upper body to the side, intent of going to sleep. The T-rex on his side opened his huge eyes seeing Yamcha. The scarred warrior ran back out of the room. That T-rex had a nasty streak as long as Vegeta’s.

X)(X

Trunks was coming down stairs. He was being quiet as possible. He was concentrating on being quiet he didn’t see Yamcha coming by the stairs. They both froze as they saw each.

“What are you doing?”

“ . . . Getting a drink. I live here. I’m entitled. You?”

“ . . . Couldn’t sleep. Needed to take a walk a bit.” Both seemed that the other was lying but, decided to let it out.

“Goodnight.”

“Night.” Both pasted each other. Trunks went into the kitchen and got some juice. He felt Yamcha’s ki on the top of the stairs. It was a few moments before he moved it his room. Trunks put the juice back and tip toed to the stairs. Going past it he still stayed quiet. Trunks went silently to the silver door to the gravity room.

The door opened with more noise than he remembered and stepped in. The room seemed almost eerie without his father in there throwing punches and kicks. Okay, I should be able to take two-hundred times earth’s gravity without going super Saiyan. If my mother found out I was in here myself I be in so much trouble. Trunks watched his father enough times to know how the machine works. Not that it is overly hard. He set the gravity and turned on the machine. As usual the gravity picked up. Trunks over estimated the tolerance of what he body he could take as he slid to his knees. I should have done one-hundred and seventy five.

“Malfunction. Malfunction. Please do manul restart.” Trunks looked that the control panel from the floor. That can’t be good.

“Easy for you to say.” The computer kept up with that message. Over and over and over again.

“Overload. Overload. Overload.” The computer started saying now. That was worst than malfunction.

“Really not good”

“Gravity increasing.” Trunks hit the floor flat with a heavy thud. He was sure he cracked a rib. His tried to push up with his arms.

“Gravity increasing.” Trunks was pushed harder into the floor. The force started crushing his entire body. Can’t breathe.

“Gravity increasing.” Someone help me! Please! I’m going to die The stress was to much. He could turn super Saiyan to save his life. literally.

X)(X

Vegeta woke up seeing the animals looking at him. The tiger looked at him in the eyes, only a few inches away from his face.

“I know. Something is wrong. But, what?” (That can’t be good.) (Can’t breathe.) (Someone help me! Please! I’m going to die.) Vegeta shook his head as the unchanneled and emotional uncontrolled thoughts bang into his head. “That sounded like . . . Trunks. Is that all? Probably having a bad dream of some sort.” Vegeta settled back down. The tiger hit his back with a sharp tap. It was meant to get his attention not hurt him. “Knock it off. He will wake up on his own. No one ever saved me from a nightmare. Why should I?” The tiger was relenting. Vegeta growled but, ignored her.

T-rex got up making Vegeta’s upper body fall to the ground. Vegeta looked up at his sorely placing his hand under his chin.

“That was rude.” He sighed knowing that look “. . . Alright! Alright! I get the point! I will get him up!” Vegeta got up and walked to the door, grumbling hard. He turned to them back for a moment. “Next time you can do it.”

He walked down the hall and past the corner when he stopped. A humming sound was loud right now but, now heard the sound here. Except once. Inside the white room with the gravity duplication or multiplication machine inside. Back tracking, he went back to the silver door that had a red light on above it. He never noticed that light before. He walked and the door flew open.

“Gravity simulation terminated.” The gravity shut off. Vegeta walked in seeing Trunks on the floor. Curiosity getting the best of him, he went over to him. He turned him over seeing Trunks was hardly breathing.

“A training mishap. Machine error I see. Probably a half Saiyan error too.” Vegeta stood and went to the door.

The door went up and stayed that way. As Vegeta didn’t clear the doorway. Vegeta looked back with a emotion he couldn’t mask. Like back with Yamcha that once. He looked like him beaten and complete unable to help himself. Like after Frieza little torture sessions.

“Curse these emotions. I did not have them before. It must be Goten’s fault. His emotions must have downloaded in my mind. Just the aftermath I sure.” But, that would not explain why you felt that way with the Scarred faced loser. That was way before the whole swapping personalty’s for a day. Oh shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! Vegeta sighed hard and annoyed.

He held his head as both the animal side and the civil like side yelled at him. Once in Vegeta’s life they were yelling the same thing, instead of being polar opposites. Alright, already. I will help the kid. Just be quiet. Both of you. For once. I swear. Both of you are going to drive me nuts. If I am not already insane. I am beginning to wonder. Vegeta walked back to Trunks and hoisted him up on his shoulder, avoiding the chest. He just knew there was injuries there. How he didn’t know, care or want to care. I hope Bulma is not so cranky when someone wakes her up. I know I sure am. For a good reason but, still.

X)(X

Bulma was looking at the few pictures of the older Vegeta. Vegeta was in only a few pictures. It was like he was afraid of being photographed. She missed him. The real him. Not that Vegeta wasn’t real but, this wasn’t right. The door came open and Bulma watched Vegeta come in with a limp Trunks over his shoulder.

“What happened!”

“Good your awake. Saves me the trouble of waking you up. As for your question. I found him in the gravity duplication and multiplication room. The red light above the door. I believe your machine was having a malfunction or something.”

“How did you know he was in there?”

“I was in the animal area, sleeping with the other animals. When his thoughts were running through my head. The animals felt it too. I would be able to get back to sleep until I took care of the problem.” Bulma checked Trunks over.

“His ribs are damaged. He’ll need X-Rays in the morning. I can let him sleep for now.”

“Great. Glad you got that settled. I am going back to bed. Goodnight.”

X)(X

The morning came and Goten was at Trunks med bed. Vegeta canceled training that morning and told Goten to go to the lab and find out why. Bulma went over the security tapes she turn on when Vegeta, did not know, what he knew now. Vegeta did as he said. He went to the animal house. Yamcha followed him inside but, left in fright a few minutes later. Not too longer after that Trunks went inside the gravity chamber.

Bulma switched to the gravity room camera. It was located towards the middle of the room inside the ceiling. Only the lens showed so I was not effected by the gravity. Bulma’s father put that one there. Vegeta, when he had all his memories know about it. He could heard the buzzing sound at the beginning and took awhile to block it out. He didn’t care if someone was watching. He had nothing to hide. Most of his moved were to quick to be caught on camera anyway.

Everyone there watched as Trunks set the controls. Then fell to his knees. The computer giving warnings and gravity increasing every few seconds. Then the door opened and Vegeta stepped in. He walked over to Trunks and turned him over.

They watched Vegeta almost leave and stayed in the doorway looking back. They couldn’t see his face do to the location of the camera. And walked back put him over his shoulder taking him out of the room.

“What was Trunks doing anyways?” Krillen said but, he meant to think it instead of say it.

“Training without anything knowing. But, why is the question.” Goku looked over Trunks, worriedly.

“He’s going to be okay right?”

“He stable and healing. Nothing was broken. Although he does have cracked and two busied ribs. It could have been a lot worse.” Goku walked out of the room. Why was he training in there without someone there? How did Vegeta know is was in there? Did he tell me to go in there?

“I’ll be back. I need to get some air.” Goku said walking out of the air. He was going to talk to Vegeta. He would get the answers out of him if he had to brake each bone body to make him talk.

X)(X

Vegeta went to the ocean again. He couldn’t understand why he could find the ship again. His photographic memory was perfect on things like this. After a while Vegeta gave up and relaxed under the water. Back in that warmish nothingness of the water.

He emotions were churned up bad. He hated that kid . . . at least he did yesterday. He couldn’t understand. Why did . . . why did he feel this way? He was the cold-hearted, evil, emotionless, terror of the universe and beyond. The Saiyan plague to all living things. A walking death sentence. He’s not supposed to care. About anything.

The under water treatment wasn’t working for him. He swam to the surface with no hurry. He thought about just staying down there past the serves burning of his lungs until he heart just stopped and so did everything else. He so wanted that. To stop. To not care. To be nothing. Cease to even exist. He put those thoughts on hold as he starting swimming to the island.

He walked on shore with the feelings of depression and anger coming from the depression. Like when the virus was plaguing him. He wanted nothing more than he go completely insane or die. The two sides of his mind were yelling worst now. He felt like his whole body was locked in battle with itself. The mental pain became physical pain now. He wanted it to stop.

He fell to the sandy beach. This was worst than the virus and with his mind like this he couldn’t stop it by the same technique he used not long ago. His neck felt like it was on fire. Especially on his right side of it. It hurt to move, hurt to think, hurt to breathe, hurt to exist. Again he was locked in pain. And there was nothing he could do about it.

X)(X

Goku tracked Vegeta’s ki. It kept fluxing normal to dangerously low. That wasn’t normal from anyone ands especially was Vegeta. The anger he felt disappeared as he flew faster. He saw one small island that was by itself and landed down. Dark blue of the beach just above the water level was easily seen. Goku ran across the beach stopping feet away. Vegeta was in pain like before. Vegeta looked over to him and turned back. Vegeta must have been in a lot of pain if he didn’t tell him to go away. Goku knelt down. He put his hand of Vegeta’s head. Like he did to Krillen on Namekic before.

Goku’s mouth was open as the raw pain flowed into him. He snatched his hand away. It was only a second but, he wanted to rip his own head off. How long as Vegeta been feelings this way?

“They do not stop. They never have stopped. All it is . . . is noise now. I can not take this anymore. Just kill me. Make it stop for once in my horrid life.” Goku started rubbing Vegeta’s back, like he would one of his sons.

“I know it’s bad, Vegeta. I was just in there. I’ll take you back to Capsule corp. Bulma can help you.” Goku precessed to pick Vegeta up.

Vegeta skin started to discharge was electric energy and shocked Goku, knocking his back. Vegeta was in pain too. He didn’t cause that on purpose. It was coming out of his body. Goku watched as Vegeta’s body jumped with each surge that went through his body. Vegeta let out a short scream of pure torment as a different kind of unexpected pain through though his body. He seemed to choke much of it back though. Goku watched as Vegeta’s eyes slid shut and his ki was lowered to nearly nothing. He blacked out from the physical or mental pain. Possible both.

The electric shock were run in small blueish-white waves down his skin. Vegeta could not take too much more of this. Goku put two fingers on his forehand and touched Vegeta between the shocks of energy and felt at everyone’s ki at Capsule corp.

X)(X

Goku appeared kneeling of the floor in front of everyone with a out cold Vegeta on the ground, who’s body was jerking like he was having a seizer. Bulma was by his side in seconds.

“What is going on!”

“I found him on the beach. He was in pain and then this started happening. Electricity started coming from him. It has nothing to do with ki.”

“Can you get him to the med room?”

“Yeah.” Goku locked on Trunks’ ki and transported there and placed him on the table as another spark traveled down Vegeta pain racked form.

Bulma and the others got there not long after he did. Bulma couldn’t put the electrodes on since the electric would fry the wires inside. Bulma was unsure what to do. This kind of thing didn’t normally happen and shouldn’t be happening at that.

Eighteen watched the waves of energy traveled down Vegeta’s body. Her one eyes was able to see different kinds of energy at a subatomic level. Making the special lens, that Doctor Gero put inside her left eye, come down. The saw the waves starting at the neck on Vegeta’s right side.

“It’s coming from the right side of his neck..” Everyone was looking at her. “Just trust me on this.” Bulma went to the cabinet and picked up a pair of some large, thick rubber gloves. She grabbed her portal X-ray machine and scanned his neck. That was all she could do for the moment.

The images showed up. The was a broken sphere like shape in the junction of his neck. The were jagged pieces of metal around the surround muscle tissue.

“This is bad.” She looked at the others. “That device Frieza put in his neck a long time ago in broken into pieces. And I part of it still is working but, causing a completely different kind of reaction. It’s causing this electric shocks now.” Bulma went over to the med tray and intercom. “Daddy. I need you in the med. We have a surgery. Code red.”

“I’ll be there in a moment.” Bulma turned to others. “Wait in the living room. The less people in here the better. We don’t have too much time.”

X)(X

It was a hour went Bulma and her father got the last piece of metal out of his neck. It was no fun with the electric sparks shooting out. The mental pieces were still give off those sparks. They were powerful enough to power a flood light, the circuits were so strong.

Bulma was finished stitching up Vegeta’s neck. It would heal perfectly in a few days. The sedative she used on Vegeta didn’t work to well. He woke up in the middle of the operation. He passed back out moments later but the few moments of unmasked fear in his eyes made Bulma’s heart tighten.

X)(X

Bulma and her father were studying the device. The technical was is advanced. The others were told how the operation went and such. That was two hours ago. Goku went and got Dende to heal Trunks and Vegeta’s injuries. Vegeta had a few more than meets the eye.

Tried eyes opened, only close tightly as the room was bright. A bright white out of the ceiling and walls. Vegeta breath quickened. He didn’t even where he was or what was going on. This reminded him of the couple of times he found himself on the operating table without his knowledge or consent before hand. Calm down. You are not back there! There is a good reason here! I just . . . do not know it yet. The two sides there were screaming before were quieted for the most part. He could ignore them now.

Sitting up he looked over to the side and immediately regretted it. He gasped silently as a fresh pain coursed through him. There was no wound but, it hurt plenty without one. Like . . . like he was cut open.

“Oh! Your awake! Great! How do you feel?”

“Like someone cut me open.” Vegeta said that without his normal sarcasm or venom. He meant that rather literally. Bulma noticed that easily. She smiled grimly. Knowing his wasn’t going to like this.

“Because you were.” Vegeta’s eyes widen and he turned his eyes to her in a sideways glance. Anger and fright were seen I his eyes.

“I hope there was a good reason for that.” Bulma listened to him carefully. His eyes were angry but, his voice was scared. Like he was trying not to freak.

“There was a device in your neck. Frieza put inside your neck many years ago.” Bulma grabbed the containing from under the microscope. That her father was using. He was about to voice his annoyance. But, one look at Vegeta and he turned back around.

Bulma handed him the container. Vegeta held up the half circle and looked at it intently. He gaze was neural and he looked inside.

“It was broke and sending out electric energy. It was causing all kinds of mental and physical pain. We are not sure how the mechanics work here but . . ” Vegeta interrupted her.

“The internal electrostatic machine inside this frame are electromexicus devices that produce static electricity. In a Saiyan’s body chemicals reactions where electric pulsed. It would feed on that and produce a nature ki dampening field within my own body. Since the body’s energy is partly electricmatic. It would only work as a damper and not a suppressant because the ki power is also one’s spirt that can not be dampened by mechanical means.”

Bulma and her father just stared at him. Bulma know he could do hard math and such but, this was a bit different. Vegeta looked a tab bored.

“Not like it is hard. This is cubby stuff. I learned this back when I was one and ninety three Magclicks.” The questionable looks didn’t stop. “Four and half years in your time.”

“Oh.” Both Bulma and her father said at the same time.

“What were you all expecting me to be stupid? Besides . .” Vegeta tossed the half sphere in the air catching it in a tight grip. “This is pretty low tech. I could whip up ten of these with discarded materials in a hour.”

Vegeta turned his whole body to see the others including Trunks in the doorway. Vegeta took a good look at them. He was seeing if they were all there.

“I take it you all heard the whole thing the first time?” Everyone nodded. “Good. I hate repeating myself.” Turn got off the table with the contain in his other hand. “Before I forget.” Vegeta crushed the half sphere in his hand and sent a ki blast into the broken pieces.

Bulma watched as Vegeta destroyed all the pieces on the floor by a simple ki wave. He turned back seeing both shocked faces of Bulma and her father.

“Sorry about that. It is not that I do not trust you. It is because I did not trust much of anything. Probably why I am still alive. . . . unfortunately.” The last word was said softly. The Namekic could hear it a clear as day.

“What do you mean by that?” Piccolo asked shocking everyone but, Vegeta.

Vegeta fazed out and appeared behind them. They turned as his appeared there.

“If you have to ask. You will never know . . . Piccolo.” Vegeta walked on to the living room. By the balcony doors was the best place to meditate in this house. He sit down on the ground placing his hands on his knees. Trunks walked up to him.

“Um . . .”

“Yes?”

“Did today count as one of my days?”

“Did we train today?”

“No.”

“Then it did not count. Now if you do not mind. You are breaking my concentration of my meditation. If have some consideration and remove you representation before I am force to do some alienation.”

“Huh?” Vegeta sighed taking not to get overly angry.

“I am trying to meditate. You are distracting. Leave before I do something bloody. Understand, now?” Trunks nodded stepping back.

The other watched him.“Well, he is still the world’s biggest jerk.” Eighteen said to anyone who was listening.

“Yeah. But, know we know why.” Bulma said back to her.

“True.” (You people still know I can hear you, right?) Vegeta voice rang out on their heads.

X)(X

It was night time. Vegeta wasn’t close to sleeping. He was staring at the sky, humming that song he played on the piano here. He didn’t know what song it was. It sounded Saiyajin though. He was sure it was. But, he didn’t know what it was. It didn’t have words, that he remembered.

He felt Trunks behind him still. He had been there was the past five minutes. He wanted to talk but, slightly scared to. Vegeta waited for him to get over the problem and say what was on his mind. He hated when people talked around a subject and such. Just come out of say it. That’s is how he dealt with things. He got annoyed with Trunks pussyfooting around.

“Are you going to said something or is my tail hypothesizing?” He felt more than heard Trunks shuffle his feet. He rolled his eyes. “You can come closer. I promise not to hurt you tonight.”

He heard Trunks coming to his side and jumped up on the rail. He waddled a bit trying to find his balance and the same . He had to lean more forward than Vegeta did.

“You’re the one who get me out of there. How did you know?”

“Your thoughts were running through me head. ‘That can’t be good. Can’t breathe. Someone help me! Please! I’m going to die.’ An exact quote I am sure.” Vegeta didn’t added the emotion Trunks said the phases with. He kept neutral and calm. He didn’t want to embarrass the kid . . . for some reason.

“Yeah.” Trunks looked at the sky trying to see what he was seeing. He didn’t see anything really.

“I like to look at the stars on the different planets my on. I mental map the differences and locations.” Trunks just nodded, although didn’t see it as he was still glued to the sky above.

“By the way.” Vegeta said making Trunks look at him again. “The next time someone has their feet on you’re your throat. Take you hands and try to twist the ankle. If that does not work. Then go to the knee and push the opposite way in it suppose to go. If he, she, or it does not back off. The knee will break and pressure will stop. . . . I am going bed. You should too. Humans need their sleep. I sure that the halves do to.”

“Don’t full Saiyan need sleep?”

“I can go a month without as much as a nap. I just do not like too. The same as not eating for three to four months. I can do it. I do not like it though.” Vegeta leaned himself back and put his hands on the floor and pushed into off the rail like a weird cartwheel. Vegeta began to walk inside.

“So I guess you don’t hate me now.” Vegeta stopped looking back.

“I do not hate you kid. But, I did not want to pick out curtains with you either. Just because you are my older self kid does not mean you can do the same without trying. Things do not come naturally to everyone. If you tried you could learn Saiyan. You could. But, once you realized you had to work at it you gave up. And Goten worked at it. He earned my respect and you earned my distaste. And that distaste slowly turned into hate. Enough to choke the life out of you. . . . . . . . . . . . But, now that has faded. You risked your life to became better to stay. I can respect that. You attitude has changed. Now your skill needs the improvement. You have two days.” With that Vegeta walked inside leaving Trunks outside.

“I will not disappoint you . . . dad.”

X)(X

It was noon now and Vidal came over. They had a fire drill and she decided to come over during the chaos there. She would not get in too much trouble since she would say that, she had an emergency downtown. Gohan wasn’t upset to have her over. The wide, ear to ear smile on his face was evidence of that fact.

The trio was coming back as usual. And through the balcony again. Strangely, the boys were always clean when they came home. Besides cuts, scrapes and bruises on their bodies. That always covered Trunks and Goten. But, Vegeta never had an injury on him and never seemed to be in pain. But, the pain part would not matter since Vegeta would refuse to voice it anyways. He was just like that. Like he could shut it off.

Something was different though Vegeta was carrying to notebooks and a pen. He was walking and writing at the same time. Not overly paying attention. Vegeta walked to the unused chair and the boys sat down. He was writing down in the black notebook first.

Goten looked like he was waiting the results of health exam. Like this test will prove if he was going to live or die in the next hour. Gohan shook it off. Vegeta wouldn’t waste his time training the two of he was going to kill them. That was silly. At least he hoped that was silly. Vegeta was anything but, predictable.

Vegeta finished and put down the black one. Goten was staring at it intently. Trunks grained the look next as Vegeta picked up a light purple notebook that matched Trunks’ hair. Where Vegeta found these was a mystery. Vegeta turned the page and kept writing. He smirked as he turned the page again and quickly in Saiyan speed finished was that notebook.

Calming himself, Vegeta handed both books to them. Black to Goten. Purple to Trunks. Color coded. It was strange how Vegeta sat there quietly as he write things down in those notebooks. Goten and Trunks opened them carefully, like a snake was in there that was going to jump out of it and bite them on the faces.

Goten looked at him. There was only two things written here. Basically he needed work on his agilely and balance. And it needed to add techniques, skills and styles to his battling skills. His was predictable at times. Not good with a smart enemy.

Trunks looked at his. He eyes drooped. He might as well start over for scratch. Everything on this list from agilely to having zeal was on his list. Trunks looked at Vegeta was questioning if not accusing eyes.

“This is a joke, right.”

“Does it look like I am joking to you? Am I smiling, or laughing?”

“No.”

“Then. It is safe to say this is not a joke. I have my work cut out for me. But, I am just a over taught, well rounded, prince. Not a miracle worker. . . . well. For the most part. That is another story.” Vegeta chuckled without even opened his mouth. It stopped as quick as it started though. Trunks looked back down and turned the page.

His mouth was wide open and emotions all through them. He couldn’t believe this. This was just mean. Vegeta drew a nicely drawn picture of Trunks getting kicked in the face by Goten. It was good but, it was just mean.

“Was this necessary!” Trunks shoved the picture into Vegeta face. Vegeta simply put his hand on top and brought it down. Vegeta was overly calm.

“What can I say. I felt inspired for once. The look of fright verses might it was well. . . . Note worthy.” Vegeta resisted to laugh at the joke. It was bad but, he couldn’t help himself. “Well now that is done. You two will be back facing me tomorrow. Let us see some improvements on the weaker areas if not all the areas. You can never be too good.”

Everyone was quiet and Vegeta didn’t leave the room. Normally, he couldn’t stand being in the same room with a whole bunch of people. Vidal looked at him, still unsure on how the man that destroyed the punching machine could be that child in the chair now. Then again how could Gohan turn into the gold fighter for that matter. These people were strange but, nice for the most part.

Vidal turned Gohan. She smiled and he smiled nicely back. Vegeta seeing this was going to be sick. He felt like saying like ‘what a sickening display, or do you two wish to be alone and have us do something very loud for a while?’ But, he didn’t. Why he wasn’t sure. But, if would leave the room stomach churning if this went on much longer. He lower his eyes to everyone in the room but, the two teenagers. (I bet ten. Saying they will kiss as soon as we all leave the room.) Vegeta’s voice rang out in their heads. Your on! was the collective answer.

X)(X

Vegeta walked upstairs to his room thumbing through the hundred and ten he just earned. That was easy. He was no mind reader but, he could read intent very well. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with it though. He didn’t even know why he even made that bet. He used all the money he took from the male part of the couple he found at the park grounds. All on food too, that he didn’t finish either. As they showed up to fight or collect him or whatever it originally was before it turned into a fight.

Vegeta banished those thoughts. It was the past and no big deal. It didn’t matter. He was now bored. Really bored. He thought about playing with the animals again but, that was becoming routine. He need . . .humanoid interaction. He smiled and went into the other bedroom. He left the door open as he settled down on the huge sized bed. He’s was this size back on his planet. His was much harder though. He liked it that way.

Deciding a small nap here wouldn’t hurt, Vegeta closed his eyes and tried to will a dreamless sleep. It worked sometimes but, sometimes not. But, for a moments rest he was willing to risk it. Memories were as bad the second time around anyways. It when it happens the first time, then it is the hardest.

X)(X

Most of the others down stairs were glum for different reasons. Piccolo was glum because he had to borrow ten from Gohan. The one he betted on the first place. He was kicking himself for taking the bet and when he had no money what so ever. Not that he needed it or anything. It couldn’t help himself. He thought Gohan would chicken out with his mother in the next room. And he wanted Vegeta to lose. It didn’t go as planned.

Chi-Chi was mad at herself for betting on her on son. And then losing. To Vegeta no less how didn’t even need money. That was horrible enough.

Eighteen thought it be easy money. She had Krillen paid her share. Even Bulma, Goten and Trunks paid. Goten had to break his piggy bank at home. And so did Goku. He had to borrow a little from Goten. Goten nor Trunks got the money from the tournament do to the commotion earlier on. They both got a thing in the mail saying it would be a few more weeks before the checks would arrive for them.

Yamcha was the most grumpy of the group. He had to give ten to the man . . . boy that was a man that he hated most in the world. He was so annoyed. He wanted to scream but, that wouldn’t get him his money back.

Bulma wasn’t upset about it at all. She was a tab amazed by this. Vegeta was showing a rare talent of his. He obsession skills. He deciphered what he saw and take advantage. Everything screamed a warrior about him now and before.

He changed over the years. He stopped talking so much, showed no interest in science, pretended he didn’t understand things that were so below his comprehension. They would have to talk when he get back to normal. If he would ever return to normal.

She started to yawn. She was so tried. She stood up and headed upstairs.

“You guys make yourselves at home. I going to take a short nap, okay?”

“Hope your feel better, Bulma.” Goku said as she went upstairs.

“You and me both. Thanks.”

X)(X

As the others were left to there own devices Bulma yawned hard. Her sleep had been decreasing since Vegeta was turned, somehow into a child. She just didn’t sleep well without her Vegeta next to her. In a since he wasn’t even here and in a way he was but, not in a way that counted to her. As petty as it sounded he was the one how comforted her, not the other way around. He was damaged pretty bad, not that he would admit it. Not even to himself.

She got to her bedroom door and found the door open. She knew she closed it behind her. Stepping in she found Vegeta in the middle of the bed sleeping but, not so peacefully. It remind her of the saying, ‘only the guilty sleep.’

That described Vegeta nicely. He done terrible things. Most but, not by his accord. Vegeta was lost in a world of darkness and corrupt dealings. He did what would keep himself and the other two alive. He could escape this tortured life if he was willingly to leave the others behind.

But, he didn’t. He stayed to keep the other two out of harm’s way. Vegeta was sometimes, in his own way, selfless. But, that was hard to see through his behavior and attitude towards every, non-animal thing that lived. But, that to was a strategy. To keep everyone at a arm’s length. You will feel no pain. A lonely existence but, it was a existence.

She sat down on the bed to the side of him, watching his twitch now and again. The dream or memory was getting worst as he groaned in, what sounded like pain. Vegeta now seems to have more nightmares that he did when he was older. Perhaps he could suppress them better when his mind continued to develop. Or Vegeta got so used to it, the bad here became the norm was him. Bulma didn’t like either of those ideas.

Bulma could watch him suffer in mental pain like this and gently started rubbing that spot behind his left ear. By the first touch he seemed to calm down. He twitched creased and he was breathing silently again. Collecting him in her arms Bulma picked him up slowly so not to disturb his slumber and headed to the door.

Then she got to it and stopped. He came in here for a reason. He fell asleep waiting for me. Best to let him stay here. She shifted Vegeta a bit, so his head was resting on her shoulder and his legs around her hip on one side.

Vegeta never moved once during the whole time. No doubt he would crush someone else’s skull if they even tried. Unlike when the electric was running through him the other day, Vegeta was not passed out. He was just asleep. Vegeta had proven the slightest touch or sound could wake him up time and time again. But, Vegeta didn’t react with her. Never really did. Verbally was the only reaction he ever did with her.

Bulma closed the door and walked to the bed, setting him back down. And also sat down next to him.

“What was the point of picking me up and then coming back to place me in the same spot was before?” Bulma sighed. She should have known Vegeta was awake during some point.

“I was going to take you to your room. Yet, you probably come in here knowing I would sooner or later. I guessed you wanted to talk to me or something.”

“Guessed correct. I wanted to talk to someone who’s intellect was above fifty. And Korin is probably still recovering from the mental shock. His fault for trying to looking around in my mind without even asking me.”

“When did you meet Korin?”

“The other day and the fat samurai too. Something about him made my blood boil. I couldn’t figure that out for the life of me.” Bulma understand even if Vegeta did not. He cut off Vegeta’s tail and Vegeta was not happy about that. Somewhere in Vegeta mind he remembered the hatred. That was a start. Maybe Vegeta’s memories weren’t erased and just buried deep under everything else. Locked far under.

Vegeta watched her, she was thinking. She probably didn’t realized she was taking so long. She came out of it finally, looking back that him. The look was one of clarity. She understood why he reacted to the man.

“You going to tell me or I do I have to guess?” Bulma looked back at him. She didn’t need to question what. Vegeta again read the situation. He knew that she knew why he felt that way toward the sword wielder.

“I don’t think I should tell you. You’ll get mad”

“When am I not mad?” That was true. Vegeta wasn’t seemed to had a endless pit of anger stored away.

“I know you won’t kill him since you promised but, hurting someone until they wished he was dead is your speciality, right?” Vegeta chuckled softly.

“I never said I would not beat to almost death. Just not to kill . . . here.”

“You and your word games.”

“They are not word games. I do not lie.”

“Except when using sarcasm.”

“When people know your lying. Your not lying, now are you.” Bulma blinked, thinking that over. Okay. Strangely, that made sense to me.

X)(X

Goten was looking over his notebook. He wanted to improve his balance and such but, how. He don’t know. He would have to ask Vegeta later. He was upstairs now. He said he was not wanting to be disturbed for the rest of the day after training and the notebook thing. Maybe a balance beam or something.

X)(X

Bulma face blushed fire engine red. Vegeta watched for confused and a tab annoyed too. It was the same reaction for her now as before.

“There is on one else here. Why are your acting like a cubby in her first blood act right ceremony?”

“W-what?” Vegeta sighed. He forgot he was talking to a human here.

“Human right. . . .A school girl talking about sex the first time.” Bulma closed her eyes at the blunt statement.

“Is that what the first blood right ceremony is?”

“No. It is a Saiyan’s first kill. I used that example because you seem to shirk around the idea. Obviously, I had to have sex with you when I was older. Evidence: Trunks. I rest my case.” Vegeta eyes widened. “Unless he was genetically engineered too.”

“No! No. I wouldn’t do that. He was natural.” Bulma covered her mouth. She didn’t mean it that way. It came out so wrong. No doubt Vegeta would take offence to that remark.

She watched as he eyes glowing red as he looked away from her. He was overly annoyed if not completely angry.

“I didn’t mean it that way! It came out wrong.”

“I think it come out just fine.” He turned back to her, eyes still glowing red.

“Okay, your mad. No, reason to go red on me.”

“Red on you? What is that suppose to mean?” Bulma watched his face. His eyes blinked normally. Everything was normal.

“You don’t even realize it, do you?” Before Vegeta could respond, she reached over to the dresser and found her compact. Pulling the lip up and open, she turned it so Vegeta could see his face. Mostly his eyes.

Vegeta sat there and lifted her arm so he could see his face. He didn’t see anything at first until he moved up more. His eyes stared back, red and glowing. He touched under his one eye blinking a few times, almost in awe.

“I have done this before?”

“A couple of times. I thought you did it on purpose.”

“Only for eyes lasers that once. There was a red haze in the vision. But, there is not one now. Everything is how it was before I got angry.” Vegeta took the mirror from her and changed his eyes to normal and back again.

She watched Vegeta change his eyes now by will. She was fascinated by the ability. Besides a scare tactic it had no real purpose.

“Hm. You know, . . . this is a good look for me. I like it. See someone called me cute or walk up to me in a battle and try to pinch my cheeks while calling me adorable now. Adorable this!” He said flashing his eyes red again on cue. Laughing evilly a couple of times. Bulma watched as he looked around eyes still red.

“You can turn them back now.”

“Maybe later. I want to see how long I can keep them this way. A experiment if you will.”

“What if they stay that way?”

“Then it will be my new look, wouldn’t it? But, to the questions at hand.” Bulma groaned. She really didn’t want to talk about this. Mostly because he was a eight years ago. Even if this eight year was her husband and stronger than most in the world.

“Alright. I know you wouldn’t drop this until I tell you. It’s like this.”

X)(X

Trunks and Goten were sparring again. Both wanted to get stronger. They were duplicating or trying to duplicating the moves Vegeta did with different degrees of success. They stayed with the easier moves and holds. The others moves could become deadly so easily if done wrong with the slightest miscalculation.

“So what did your notes say?” Trunks asked as Goten blocked his punch.

“More techniques and moves. And balance and a agility needs work, you?” Goten pushed his hand back and tried a leg sweep. Trunks flipped back avoiding it.

“Don’t ask. I would be here until tomorrow trying to tell you.” Goten rolled as Trunks tried to knee him in the stomach.

“That bad, huh?” Goten round housed catching the side of Trunks’ head barely. “You came in late though. So your going to have more.”

“I was trained by him! Remember!” The punches and kicks became frantic. “Everyone says he’s different but, he still my father! I don’t want him to be like this! I want my father back the way he was!” A punch landed square in Goten’s face catching him off guard. The force slid him across the uneven, rocky floor below.Goten opened his eyes looking at Trunks in the air. Standing on weak legs Goten flew back into the air and started the fight again.

“I know Trunks! We tried the Dragonballs and that didn’t work. Not even your mother knows how it happened! What can we do?”

“What if it was your father!”

“A least your father is still alive. My father was dead two weeks ago!” A strong back hand caught the side of Trunks face. The sting hurt but, the damage was small. Trunks looked back at Goten. The anger was so apparent on Goten’s face. It looked so alien on him. Trunks moved back. His face lost its anger.

“Sorry, Goten. That was out of line.” Goten face softened and eyes turned to normal.

“It’s okay. I already feel close to my father in the short time I’ve had with him. I can imagination how you feel about it. It seems to be very hard.”

“It is, Goten. It is.”

X)(X

Vegeta tapped his arm looking at her. His eyes were to the side thinking about what she said. This was weird to him. He may be a genius but, cultures of different planets were often confusing. Even for a expert. It was clear to him that even people on this planet didn’t understand people just a hundred miles away.

This was so different than the other planets were everyone was close to the same. Like on his planet. They had classes but, there was no major differences.

“Okay. I believe I understand us being . . . whatever that word you used was and why it happened. It explains why I do not attack you when you touch me and why I even feel . . . somewhat comfortable when your around. But, one thing I still do not get.” Bulma leaned in.

“Yes.”

“Could you go over the part about Trunks again?” Bulma dropped her head.

Bulma brought her head up. She sighed wiping her brow, like she was sweating in the cool air the in the room. She brought her hand down looking him straight in the eyes.

“I told you three times already.”

“And it still does not make sense to me.” Vegeta stopped he realized something. “Then again your not telling me the whole story now. What are you trying to hide, Bulma? Did I do something dishonorable or did you?”

“No. It’s just. I don’t know how to put it into words.”

“Is that all?” Vegeta got closer to her and peeled out his fingerless gloves. Vegeta slowly put his hands on the side of her head.

“What are you . . .”

“You said you would not put it into words. So just think about it. And I will see it as you do. It is better than talking. Too many misconceptions and bad translations were speaking verbally.” Bulma thought about it. Letting him see all of it.

X)(X

Goku watched the two boys spar. Goten had improved since the tournament. Vegeta’s training was good. The boys were improving steadily. It was strange that Vegeta was teaching them attack Vegeta never preformed himself.

The device in his neck, cut Vegeta’s abilities in half along with his power. Frieza stole that from him because he was afraid of him and what he could do.

Yet, the question was that, now that the device was out. What would Vegeta be like when he returned to his normal state? How was he able to control the animal like rage to the levels he had it before? Or would he be a complete animal with no civil side at all?

Goku wasn’t sure. Maybe Vegeta always had the two sides yelling at him and he was able to tune it out or something. He watched as the two boys stopped and stared at him. Goku was able to say something when they launched at him. Ready to attack. Goku stood and jumped up in the air, smiling. He stayed in normal mode as the boys were in super Saiyan.

X)(X

Vegeta slipped on his gloves, trying to stay neutral. Bulma was embarrassed completely. Vegeta looked at her with a smirk.

“At least I know I am a very healthy male when I am older. But, I could have done without seeing that, thank you.” Bulma winced.

“Well . . . sorry. It . . . kinda popped in there.”

“Yes. Those five different times just ‘popped in there’. Did anyone of them have to do with Trunks?” Bulma again turned red. “And you told me not to go red on you.”

“Get out!” Vegeta chucked moving off the bed.

“I leave you alone with your . . . Thoughts.” Bulma picked up a pillow and throw it at him. Vegeta was out the door before it could hit him. “Brat!”

“Perverted blue haired female!”

X)(X

The fight didn’t last long. Both boys were dead to the world. Goku seriously, was a hair away from turning Super Saiyan. Gathering the two boys up Goku went back to Capsule Corp.

X)(X

Goku put Trunks and Goten to bed and stepped out of the room. As he walked back he saw the pillow being throw outside the hall.

“Brat!”

“Perverted blue haired female!” Goku heard Bulma growl and he heard Vegeta chuckle as he was walking down the hall. Goku sped up to catch him.

“Hey. What was that about?” Vegeta did not even look at him and his face was partly turned away.

“Do I pry into your life, Kakorot?”

“Well . . . no. Not really. No.”

“Then show the same courtesy.” Vegeta put his hand on the rail and vaulted over it, like normal. Goku sighed. He thought about asking Bulma but, she would be in the same mood. But, Vegeta wasn’t mean like he normally was. There was no venom or hate laced in his voice or eyes. There was an almost amused tone in his voice. He seemed to be in a good mood for once. Why ruin it?

Goku smiled and went down the stairs seeing Chi-Chi cooking up a storm with the robots helping her. Goku felt a strange pull at him. He felt hot but, not angry. He tried to push the feeling away but, it was too strong. His eyes narrowed on her. He was looking her up and down. Like he was looking at her for the first time as a man. Goku stalked towards her.

“Chi-Chi.” Chi-Chi nearly screamed when Goku said her name in her ear. Her turned seeing her husband. She put her hand on her chest.

“Goku. You scared me.”

“Sorry.” Chi-Chi looked at him carefully. He was acting weird. Something was way off with him. His eyes held an emotion that was foreign to her.

“You okay?”

“Sure. Are you?” Chi-Chi blinked and turned back around.

“Of coarse. Thank you for asking.” Chi-Chi cleared her throat. “Food will be ready in a hour. Why don’t you watch t.v. or spar until it’s ready.”

“Already sparred. The boys are sleeping upstairs. I think Vegeta’s training is really help them. But, that thing is. I just want to send time with you.” Chi-Chi breath hitched as Goku put his hand one high up on her waist and the other to his forehead.

The forest outside was dim and Chi-Chi moved away for him as they rematerialized. Chi-Chi was a tab hot under the collar.

“Goku! What is the matter with you?” Goku advanced on her, unfazed by her yelling. Chi-Chi rage stopped and she moved back as he moved forward. Until her back was against a tree. Before she could move off the trunk, Goku blocked all possible escapes. She never seen him like this.

“I only want to spend time with you Chi.” Goku closed the distance even more before she could blink, as he grabbed her with an almost evil look on his face. “You never put your hair down anymore. I loved it in the morning were your hair was down. A bit disheveled from sleep.”

Goku reached up and let her hair down from the green band she wore all the time now. Releasing it from her hair he watched it fall to her waist.

“G-goku.”

“That’s better. You look better without this green thing. You should leave it down. But, this needs to go too.” Goku took off the apron from around her waist. Once gone he pulled her closer, right up against him. “These seven years without you was horrible. I thought staying away would help the earth but, that is not the case. Things will happen if I am here or not. I know that now. I sorry. I have always been a tab rash but, I guess you know that, don’t you?” Chi-Chi hands lightly touched his back. He was being so lovingly. So unlike him ninety-nine percent of the time.

X)(X

Everyone ate without Goku or Chi-Chi thinking they went somewhere. They didn’t bother location Goku’s ki. He would be back and so would she. There was no sign of Vegeta either. He was in the animal safe house again. Mrs. Briefs said she would keep ten plates in the oven for him. Everyone though except a few noticed that they have never actually seen Vegeta eat anything in the past few days. A few never seen vegeta eat at all really.

The pancakes a few days ago was the one thing them remembered him eating. They weren’t sure if they so be worried or not. Vegeta could have been eating or hunting his food. He was so animal like, it wasn’t funny. Piccolo put her cup of water down and decided to go talk to the Prince. Something had been bothering him for some time now.

Going down the hallway, past he gravity room, to the animal house. Opening the door he found Vegeta right away. He was in the middle of the forest area again. Vegeta was in a tree, hanging by his tail upside down. He was moving a little. Piccolo stepped forward, keeping an eyes out for that tiger. The tree was housing squirrels inside. He seemed to be watching as the housed the nest inside. He kinda looked like he was interested and was not interested at the same time. He also seemed to have nothing better to do.

He turned his eyes seeing Piccolo approach, he climbed into the tree lowing his ki all the almost all the way to non-existence. Piccolo shook her head. He wasn’t expecting the red eyes. He didn’t seem angry at the moment. Maybe annoyed but, not angry.

“Vegeta. Come down here!”

“No.”

“Now!”

&ldq uo;Make me!” His voice was rather away. He was jumping through the trees. Piccolo was not amused by this.

“Don’t tempt me!”

“Try it!” This was getting him no where. Vegeta was being a brat today. It was better than throwing ki blasts but, still.

“Vegeta. I just want to talk.”

“I do not. Go away. I have had my fill of humanoid interaction today. I will schedule it for next week! How is that?” Piccolo’s mouth twitched.

“Get down here before I start blasting your little friends here.” Piccolo pointed his fingers to the squirrels inside. A slight blast was forming.

“Okay. Do it! If you can.” Vegeta jumped down to the lower branch but, was still in the tree. Piccolo turned to the tree on the other side seeing him.

“I’ll do it!”

“Then just do it! . . . I am waiting.” Piccolo growled and turned back to the tree seeing that they were long gone. “Too late. Like they say. Your snooze you lose. Bye.” Vegeta jumped back into the trees again.

Piccolo searched for him mind. With all the barriers he could barely touched it. (Vegeta. Lately I been having flashes in my mind during meditation. Most of them. I see you.) Vegeta didn’t respond but, Piccolo know he was listening. (Some things like in Baba’s ball. And some of a completely different side of you. I saw you having fun with other children with tails. And them being killed. You grabbing the female and flying away. But, days later they got her. I see it like I was there. Like a movie almost. Why am I seeing these things! Tell me.)

He was greeted with silence. Piccolo sat on the ground next to the tree. He wait for Vegeta to talk to him. Vegeta was more than likely seeing if he was truly serious about what he said.

Vegeta had major trust issues. Always did but, now it was worse that the old one was. Wounds were overly fresh and bloody. If Vegeta felt rushed he would shut down. Even he knew that.

“I was too much in a hurry.” Piccolo turned seeing Vegeta only a foot away, siting down next to him. How he moved without Piccolo noticing or even hearing him was surprising. It was partly inexcusable though. “When I downloaded your language I left a imprint behind. Almost like a phantom link. I can not believe I was so careless. Then again I was not expecting you or anyone to live.”

“Is there a way to remove it?”

“I do not even know I had it. With all the mediation I never even seen it. Then again I was used to a demon in my head for a year. So it is not overly shocking to had an oversight.”

Vegeta was not overly happy with himself at the moment. Weakness and lacks of judgement was not sitting right with him.

“I seen the memory of you being a child sacrifice before it came up on Baba’s ball. I seen when your father dropped you off a mountain. I couldn’t understand but, I saw it.” Vegeta sighed while nodding.

“You are seeing the memories when I relive them. It is normal for a link like this. You and Gohan have one. Not doubt you can sometimes hear him in your head and he the same.” Piccolo nodded. Many examples came to mind.

“You relive the past a lot, Vegeta. There are many painful memories.” Vegeta looked away, not liking were this conversion was going.

“Life is a painful experience. No matter who you are.”

“Without the bad you can’t appreciate the good.”

“And without any good the bad becomes normally and the person becomes stone.”

“You’re a bit of a philosopher, Vegeta.”

“I am a bit of everything. Some consolation prize for my horrible life, I guess. I imagine though I still could get much worse. Not like this was not bad enough.”

Piccolo and Vegeta didn’t saying anything for a while. The tiger come by and laid her head down in Vegeta’s lap. Vegeta was stroking her head mindlessly. He tried to stop the images in his head with a new purpose now. No one should be inside his head. Vegeta closed his eyes and looking inside for the ghost like link.

He found it. A almost visible thread connected to the Namekic. It was simple enough to disconnect. With a simple thought the link was broken and dissolved.

“There.” Vegeta said out of the blue. “It is done. The link is no more. My memories are no longer broadcast to you. Does that cover the talking you wanted?” Piccolo nodded, he felt the foreign feeling was now gone. “Good! . . . now get lost.” The tiger stood growling with teeth bared. Piccolo know he overstayed his welcome and stood going to the only exit.

He could take the tiger no problem but, he felt Vegeta needed some time to himself or he would blow up. Besides he had gotten what he wanted. The tiger laid back down and Vegeta closed his eyes. He felt tried. So tried. He was always tried lately.

X)(X

It was hours since the talk Piccolo had with Vegeta. Chi-Chi and Goku can back. Goku eyes were different and Chi-Chi still had her hair down. It was messy too. Goku seemed to remind them of Vegeta right now. The feral look didn’t go with Goku’s face so much though.

“Where is Vegeta?” Piccolo decided to answer even though he knew Vegeta was not going to like this one bit.

“In the animal sanctuary.” Goku took off for it. Something was on his mind. Bulma looked at Chi-Chi inspecting her a bit.

“You okay?”

“Fine. Bulma. I just fine.” She sounded like she was a million miles away.

Goku walked inside finding Vegeta on the ground with that Tiger laying down wit her head in his lap. This tiger did not like him at all. Didn’t like anyone but, Vegeta apparently. Just like all the animals here did.

Goku walked closer and the tiger leaped up. Goku moved on still and the tiger growled harder. She was acting like a mother protecting her young. The closer he got, the more violent reaction she had.

Vegeta eyes were closed and still. He was asleep and deeply too. He was sleeping a lot lately. Goku started to understand why he body was reacting the way it was. His body did just grow down, everything did and his mind believed he was this age then. He knew now, but with no memories he didn’t change too much.

Goku moved to the other side. He didn’t want to hurt Vegeta’s animal friend. The relax as Goku sat down by the tree.

“Vegeta!” He yelling loudly to try to wake him up. He eyes twitched but, he didn’t waken. “Vegeta!” Vegeta groaned softly and opening his glowing eyes.

Goku tensed. He didn’t think someone could be angry still half asleep. Vegeta shook his head from the nice sleep he was having.

Vegeta’s eyes cleared seeing Kakorot. If his eyes weren’t already red they would have changed that way. Too tried to deal with this Vegeta stood and walk off with the tiger following him. Goku was shocked and get up.

“Vegeta!” He ran after him stopping short, not wanting a repeat performance of last time in here.

“I going to change my name and not tell anyone what it is. And only answer to the new name.” Vegeta whispered softly. He stumbled as he brain was shutting now. He hadn’t been sleeping like he should. Not for the lack of trying.

The tiger noticed Vegeta’s trouble and went between his legs, letting him ride on her. His small weight meant little to her. Vegeta patted her on the head as a silent thanks. His body was healing from the abuse but, slowly. Too slowly for his taste. It was, in human time two weeks. That was the same as eight days on his planets time. He didn’t feel so well but, he wasn’t sick.

“Vegeta. Are you okay?”

“Fine. I would I not be?”

“Your pale and she’s got to carry you. Are you sick?”

“Yeah. Sick of you and everyone else here.” Goku sneered at the remark and walked faster.

“Seriously.” Vegeta growled weakly.

“I have not being sleep well. Months of not sleeping more than an hour a day and then not at all. And then with everything else my body is taking much longer than it should to regulate itself. That is all.”

“I see. So your not mad?”

“No overly. Annoyed.”

The tiger stopped at the river and Vegeta, lacking his usually grace fell off her back. Vegeta dripped his hands into the water. Taking a cold drink. Goku watched him. Is he like this all the time or does it hit him all at once? The tiger laid down and let Vegeta laid down on her side. Vegeta could feel his body turning to lead. He was strong but, he was too damaged in ways. His recovery seemed to be yo-yoing back and forth.

“You could have at least, taken a bath before you came here. I can smell Chi-Chi on you. Mixed with sweat, dirt, and other things I not going to say because there are cubs and eggs present here. Plus for your information your clothes are inside out.” Goku turned red. Vegeta was good at that. “If your going to stay. Take a shower in the waterfall. Get some of the smell off you. It is making me physically ill.” Goku, too embarrassed to argue, went to the waterfall striping out of his clothes. Turning him saw both the tiger and Vegeta turned the other direction.

Goku removed himself from the waterfall as the cold water chilled him to the bone. He redressed with slight difficultly as he wet skin stuck to his dry clothes. Goku went to the two seeing Vegeta eyes open. He guessed he was awake but, Bulma said he could sleep with his eyes open. When he blinked he knew he was awake. He sat down, out of biting tiger range.

“Vegeta. I need to know more about this primal thing.”

“I told this already. There is nothing else I can add.”

“Vegeta. Please. I don’t understand myself with this.

“Did you understand yourself before?”

“Sure.”

“Well, that is one up on me. You can live without understanding. Besides yours is a temporary condition.”

“The things I am feeling. Their addicting. I rather like feeling this way. I am not sure if I should and it makes me feel guilty.”

“Your not hurting anyone. You are not human. There is no reason to feel that way.” Vegeta stopped, adjusting his . . .But, you are a human with Saiyan blood and abilities. I can understand. But, there is nothing I can do for you.” Goku looked down at the ground. He had to wait this out. But, he felt he was going to miss it when it was gone though.

Goku watched as Vegeta closed his still red eyes. He wasn’t kidding. He was tried. Overly so. Liked like he was losing weight again too.

“Vegeta had you eaten anything lately?”

“If I say yes. Will you go away and let me sleep?”

“I take that as I no.”

“I did not have to eat like you. Now. I am asking nicely as possible. Let me sleep for once!” Vegeta turned away. Goku stood, looking at him. He decided to leave him be for now. Sleep was the best medicine but, later he was going to shove food down his throat, if he had to ki chain his into a chair to do it.

“See you later.” Vegeta didn’t retort as he was now asleep again.

X)(X

Eighteen left as Launch called. Marron wanted mommy. Eighteen and the others understood. Krillen followed soon after. They said they would be back later. Both Trunks and Goten were awake now. A little sore but, no real damage.

X)(X

Vegeta found himself not sleeping at all even in there. He didn’t understand to well. Like the more he tried the less he did sleep. He body was at the limit again. Maybe my body is ready to die. He hadn’t been hungry in the longest time either. He didn’t understand and partly didn’t want too. He walked out going around the corner just hoping to go up the stairs without another interrupted person. He had to up to his widows peck.

Going up the stairs he had to pull himself with each step like he had weighted shoes on. He didn’t trust himself to fly nor did he want the extra attention.

“Hey Vegeta.” unfortunately he was getting it. He pulled himself up another step intent on ignoring the other existence in the room. “Vegeta! I’m talking to you.” You do you think I am ignoring you? Duh.Up the last step Vegeta walked to the room energy draining like an Inrtwen veklip was on his back. There was kinda like energy vampires.

Falling on the bed his mind was to tried to think. Be why he couldn’t sleep in this condition was the question here. The only thing was his body wasn’t producing the correct chemical that induced sleep. People seemed to believe if you closed your eyes and turned out the light you were going to sleep. Nothing was farther than the truth. Vegeta looked at the ceiling as weak and a new born human. It was pathetic. Why his body couldn’t heal was beyond him. He wanted so much just to stop and not feel this way.

“Vegeta.” He forget he didn’t close that damn door. “Are you okay?” Opening his mouth he found that words didn’t form. “Your not okay are you.” It really wasn’t a question.

Before Vegeta’s mind could register Bulma was on the bed, pulling the dead like body up towards her. Turning his she put his back to her chest.

“Vegeta. Can you tell me what is wrong?” (Not your business. Do not concern yourself with my problems.) Bulma felt the same feeling in her mind when Vegeta talked to her like this. A link kind of thing.

(I can if I want. Now tell me or I’ll paraded you downstairs and show them how weak you are.) Bulma hated using that but, it was sometimes the only way.

Silent was meant before he answered slowly and tiredly. (My body is not produce the chemical that induce sleep very much for the past day and now not that all.)

(Is there anything I can do?)

(Go away.) Bulma sighed.

(Anything else?) Vegeta didn’t bother to answer her. Bulma understood. His body was gone through so much. Bulma reached for the spot behind his ear as to relax to tense body.

Vegeta tensed the better he could with his non-responding body. There was barely a reaction as he panicked. He did the only thing he could. He yelling through the link. Hoping she would listen to him.

(No! Stop it! Do not do that! I can not stand it!) The fierce yelling made her stop. She was sure he liked it.

(I thought you liked It when I did that.)

(I used to like a lot of things but, that is not the point here. The after effect is what I can not stand. It is like a drug. It makes everything worst. It is best not to go through that.)

(I don’t know. I thought it helped you.) Bulma brought her hand away.

(It was used when battle was over and the pain was overwhelming. Where the after effect meant nothing. That was the reason for my dramatic weight loss in a short amount of time.)

(That was my fault. Because I did that.)

(Yeah.)

(You didn’t have agree with him so full heartedly.)

(I am not going to lie.) Bulma sighed noticing something for the first time.

(Vegeta . . . you bangs are gone. What happened?)

(I got tried of putting them down. No point to it now.)

(What do you mean?)

(The natural electric charge causing Saiyan’s hair to stand and stay in one position. Even under pressure and when wet. A slightly ki charge and you can override the natural one and make your hair lay down. I haven’t had bangs since I was two hundred and forty three magclicks. I just kept putting them down for certain reasons. Both reasons are no longer are important.)

(You look different without them. More grown up.)

(I know. That is why I put them down.) Vegeta winced. He said that without thinking. I need to learn when to shut up

(Well that is different. Most want to look older than they are.) Bulma waited but, heard nothing. It was easy to tell that Vegeta didn’t mean to say that. He slipped and now he didn’t trust himself to say another word. It was almost funny but, with him it wasn’t at all.

Vegeta turned towards the window. And saw the moon. But, something wasn’t right. Something natural and not natural was happening. He body was attuned with nature. That might be the reason his body was reacting strangely.

(Um . . .Bulma. How often does your full moon come?)

(About every twenty eight days. Why?)

(Because it was only about twelve of your days and it now that is one again.) Bulma move him and looked at the window. There was a full moon tonight.

But, that should not be. It should be in the phase of the new moon or close to it. It shouldn’t or barely been seen at all.

“That’s not right. That doesn’t happen here.” Bulma turned to see Vegeta out of bed. Standing where the moonlight hit the floor. His eyes were closed and arms opened and out to the sides, like he was receiving something.

Nature or not, Vegeta needed this. With new energy rushing through him he moved out the door Bulma could say two words. Vegeta slid down the banister and headed to the exit. He needed. . . . He needed to closer to the moon. He was out the door and flew out fast.

Unknown to the others Goku left soon after talking to Vegeta. The moon never effected him like this but, it was now. It felt so good. He felt Vegeta’s ki going across the sky. He too must have felt the pull of the moon.

Vegeta flew out to the highest point he knew of. Dende’s outlook. He landed on the platform. The one called Mr. Popo.

“Oh my. Is something wrong?” Popo asked, freaked out because of Vegeta’s eyes. They never changed even through all that before.

“Not unless you want there to been.” Vegeta jumped up on the roof and then to the highest roof. He held on to the pole like thing that stuck out of the rounded roof of the tower. His mind was reeling the feeling. His body filling with raw energy. It made his skin tingle almost painfully.

Goku showed up too. The moon’s effect was slightly less on him still he didn’t have a tail and such but, it felt good. He saw Vegeta up there too. Up on the highest point. Soaking up the moonlight. He wanted to get closer too.

“Nubius!” The orangish cloud came right next to him and Goku jumped on. He sank a little more than he remembered but, thought nothing about it.

“Get me closer to the moon.” Goku felt the air as he flew higher. Vegeta noticed him and grew annoyed. Vegeta reached out to any flying creature to help him out.

It wasn’t long when a archaeopteryx like bird came by him. Vegeta reached out and rubbed up his break. It let it and Vegeta climbed on it back.

“Let us go higher.” It screeched once and flew higher in the sky. It went past Goku and nubius.

Goku growled so unlike him and had Nubius go higher.

X)(X

Yamcha was going over all the information he received. Vegeta’s memories the others saw and the powers he had done

“So all Saiyan had the power I guess.” Everyone looked at him weird. “I have seen Goku move things with his mind but, only for a short time. He brought water out of a glass and lifted it into the air while it kept it’s shape.” Gohan nodded and remembered.

“And he is like me with Icaraus. But, he was the only one that even was like that. I had some trying to eat me before.”

“He’s at a higher level then and more training. Or being genetically engineered that way.” Piccolo said from the spot of the wall.

“And that thing in his neck made him forget?” Everyone nodded at him. Bulma smiled thinking to herself.

“That would explain Kitty.” Everyone turned confused. She turned with a smile. “That cat you see on my dad’s shoulder all the time. That cat just loves Vegeta. Everything that cat sees him it jumps off dad and goes to him. Dad never knew why.”

X)(X

Nubius and the huge bird, that Vegeta on was were equal to each other. The bird was flying around as Vegeta was laying down on the back of it and Goku was stationary. Both were as high as either the bird or the cloud would go.

The clouds were coming it thick and started covering up the moon. Much to the disappointment of the Saiyans.

“That . . . so . . . sucks!” Goku looked over at Vegeta with wide eyes. “Been spending too much time with the boys.” Vegeta stretched and stepped off the huge bird. The bird turn back and Vegeta stroked his head.

The bird took off and Vegeta started flying down since the clouds were covering the sky like a blanket. Goku followed suit.

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Both Saiyans come back. Vegeta heading upstairs and Goku stayed with the others explaining with as going on. Bulma watched Vegeta go. He was much better now than before. The moon treatment did him good, but why was there a full moon now? That was the question.

X)(X

Vegeta closed his door feeling great. Vegeta opened the drawer and pulled out the neckless he found in the sunken ship. He looked at the blue stone. It was nice. It was the same color as Bulma eyes. Vegeta that thought away. The metal piece around was the size of his hand. The events of the day was still weird to him but, he ignored it.

The door opened and Vegeta quickly stashed the neckless under his pillow. Bulma pecked her head through the door.

“How you feeling?”

“Fine.”

“You hungry?”

“No.”

“You sure. Mom saved you some food.” Mom? Oh that happy blonde. What a freak.

“Kakorot can have it. I just want to sleep. Now that I can. So do you mind?” Bulma nodded and closed the door. “Humans.” Shaking his head, Vegeta brought the neckless back out and put it back in the drawer and shut it. Closing his eyes. (Trunks. Goten. We are having a late training session at nine until around three. Make the necessary adjustments.)

(Okay. Sure.) Goten replied.

(Alright. You okay?) Trunks asked. The feelings off there caused a weird and a sick feeling inside him.

(Fine. I just sleeping in a bit. I am entitled once in a while.) Cutting off the links, Vegeta laid down and he slowly drifted to sleep. And stayed that way for once that day and night.