Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Big problems in a small package ❯ seven ( Chapter 7 )

It was the middle of the night. Vegeta for once was sleeping without waking up every hour on the hour. For once he was in a nice deep like sleep, filled with somewhat pleasant dreams. Again, that was a rarity. Vegeta’s arms were under his head and his head was on the opposite end of the bed. But, he didn’t care. He was comfortable.

Bulma was up still. She tried too sleep but, couldn’t. She tried working. She couldn’t. She couldn’t do much to anything. She mind wouldn’t let her concentrate. She let Goku have the food her mother put away for Vegeta. Have a good rest, Vegeta probably would eat more than Goku in the morning. The lack of sleep sometime causes a lack in appetite. She wasn’t surprised much by that. She was lonely. By Dende, she wanted her older Vegeta back. Memories and all.

X)(X (Vegeta’s dream of his past) X)(X

Vegeta walked into his huge bedroom, filled with weapons, papers, and drawings on the walling of battlefields and such. His bed was big enough to fit three huge Saiyans on it with elbow room for all of them. He was so ticked off. He wanted so much just to level all of royal building and never look back. His so-called father was a first class idiot, literally. (((ha ha get it? First class. . . .Sorry. Won’t happen again. Back to story)))

“Without me, this place would fall apart and he says I am slacking off. My power level was higher than his the second I was born. And I am the slacker? What an idiot!” He grabbed his oversized dresser and threw it across the room. It scattered in pieces and battle suits littered the floor, but it did nothing for his anger. Raising his hand he blasted the pieces to ashes and went to the hallway. “New dresser now with training suits inside!” He slammed the door and sit on the bed. He didn’t wait more than a minitue before a new dress with put in the same spot as the old one. The non- Saiyans picked up the objects on the floor and placed them back on the dresser. Bowing as they walked backwards to the door as one aprouched with a clipbroad. Vegeta signed it without thinking about it and it too bowed walking backwards out the door.

He waited a good ten minutes before his anger go the best of him and his self rant started all over again.

“He is the one that sits on his little throne, stuffing his face, doing nothing but running everything into the ground. That I have to clean up and fix his mess. Why do I even bother with any of this?” He panted as he screamed his annoyances to the empty room.

Vegeta stalked to the window, clenching the sill in a crushing grip. His fingers leave imprints in the hard but, smooth stone. His forehand was leaning against the cold surface of the window. It didn’t help the heat of anger inside him though. Calming his forbidden emotions he opened his eyes seeing some third class children play Riloa ball. His anger calmed as it looked like fun. Fun . . . that was one of the things that was off-limits to him in all forms of the word. No time for such things for royalty.

He looked back at the room and smiled as a terrible but so delious idea popped into his head. He could see how his father would fair. A lesson force fed. This was going to be great.

He took off his armor and head band like crown. He looked back at the kids seeing there ripped and dirty clothes. If he was going to pull this off, he needed to look the part. Vegeta went to his full length mirror and started ripping his outfit. He made a mental note find a dirt pile to roll in a bit. He moved back to the window and looked hard, memorizing everything.

There were a few small problems. First the widow’s peak. Even under the bangs it was still noticeable sometimes. A breeze, fast shake of his head or even wiping his brow. Vegeta knew that Third classes weren’t that stupid. No matter the popular opinion on them said. Bardock was a nice example. Although people didn’t care much on scientific breakthroughs. Even if they used them all the time.

He sighed know they would figure it out if they saw it. Since it was a trademark so not many had them outside of the royal family. A few but, no overly many. It was a chance he couldn’t take. He sighed moving back to the mirror fingering his widow’s peck for a good minute.

“There has to be a way to cover this without too much notice.” Vegeta dropped his hand, looking around for something, anything but what, he didn’t know.

He walked over to the bed and ripped a long stripe of material and rapped it around his head. After tying the ends behind his head. He pushed the cloth and moved his bangs to the side more and pulled the cloth back down before the hair could move back. Keeping them under the stripe so it would poke through the under side. The material came high enough to make it seem like he didn’t have the window’s peck only bangs that were contained. That was one problem solved but, more remained. His tower of hair was more than recognizable. Luckily, that was one problem that he didn’t need to think about fixing.

Vegeta charged up his hands with a small amount of power and smoothed down his hair. It was a temporalty fix though. A few hours at least, maybe more. Remembering the one with the scar on his arm had his hair in a braid. He had much more hair than he did though. Maybe something close to that. I do not want to copy it exactly. Too obvious. Vegeta went to his desk and unwrapped the roll of paper. The stretching band. This will due.

Pulling his hair together he bound it all together. He took a second band off, this time metal band off another scroll and put it around the bottom over his hair. The small weight kept it from flying up but, it didn’t lay flat or anything. But, it would have to due.

“Damn. I never knew I have so much hair. I’m glad it sticks up. I hate to deal with this everyday. How Annoying it would be in battle.” Vegeta looked at himself in the mirror. He did look different. But, too hard bitten unlike the kids outside. The muscles in his face were use to the scowl and he didn’t notice it anymore. Vegeta reached up and manually straightened out his brow.

He has always scowled for so long it was hard to not scowl at all. It would have been funny if it wasn’t about himself. After minutes of actually holding his brow straight, it felt natural enough to keep it that way. Letting go, Vegeta was able to keep from scowling. But, he still looked so serious. He opened up his eyes a bit and curled his lips upward to he wasn’t frowning anymore. It was better. Much better.

Now the only thing wrong was that his tail was wrapped around his waist. He always kept it there unless he was mad and it uncurled in his fury. The others there waved their tails like it was a banner. Why since pain would nearly cripple them if the tail was pull or caught on something though he wasn’t sure nor did he care about it. Vegeta unwrapped his tail and curled the end and set it against his back. Making it look like a furry question mark.

He was satisfied was the change. It should be enough to fool people for now. He needed to be a bit dirtier but, he could take care of that outside. Vegeta went to the window and jumped to the roof of the lower part. The guards were too stupid to check every noise they heard. He was the master of getting out of the royal building. It was almost a game really. It was kinda fun but, he never did it in disguise before though.

Vegeta ducked low, sneaking across the roof to the wall around the whole building. It was made to keep the common people out, but it made it easier to cover his escape.

Vegeta jumped over the wall as the guards turned around. He smiled as he hit the ground running with no ki to help him. He didn’t need it. Not for this. It was too easy.

He slowed down going through the forest area next to the open field the young Saiyan third class were playing. He walked through finding a dirt filled area. Vegeta kneeled down and rubbed the dirt on his clothes and skin. Thicker in some areas. He used his tail to spread it on his back.

Vegeta crouched there, starting to have doubts. He knew little about how third class acted around other third class. But, it was far too late to stop now. He was in for the destroying, he was in for the purging, as they say. Pushing the doubts away Vegeta walked on. He made it a habit to watch them play. The game was simple. He watch the other young Saiyans play enough to know the rules.

You could only use you hands. No feet or tails could every touch the ball or the other team gets a free shot of the goal. The goal keeper was the only one allowed to use any part of his body to stop the ball. But, he couldn’t come out more than three feet from the goal. The team that got the ball into the other team’s goal ten times wins. Simple.

Vegeta watched them a bit longer. They didn’t notice him yet. But, he didn’t know how to approach them or if he should. I should have done research first. I have no idea what I am doing! I am a loner trying to fool another class into thinking I am one of them where clearly I not. I should just go back. Change and shower and forget this silly idea. Besides who knows what kind of mess ‘father’ will make of everything. This was a bad idea. Good in a evil way but bad. Vegeta turned around to go back into the forest.

“Tails up!”

The ball got slapped away and came towards Vegeta as he heard the female of the group say that phase. Vegeta turned punching the ball back out of instinct alone. The goalie never saw it coming and the ball sailed past him. The young Saiyans stopped, eyes wide and mouth opened. Vegeta had the huge urge to run and run fast. He never had the chance was they were on him like Saiyans on food.

“Whoa! That was sooooooooooo cool!” The only girl in the group said with a not sweet but, not evil smirk.

“That was fast!” The one that was the goalie that the ball went passed said. He was the one Vegeta fashioned his hair kinda like.

“Ha! I could do that, Calflowe.” A no muscled, no scarred, almost weak looking boy said. If it wasn’t for the eyes, Vegeta never would have thought him a Saiyan.

“Then do it!”

“I not going to up stage the new guy.” She rolled her playful eyes at him. No doubt that she did not believe his claim.

“Coward!”

“I am not!”

“Are too!” The one with the scar rolled his eyes. Vegeta saw him do it. He figured they do this all the time. It was kinda annoying. He felt his eye twitch slightly.

“Come on. Just claim her already!” Both the girl and the soft looking boy glared at the other boy. The other boy laughed nervously. “Well, good game. I call rematch next week.” He flew off, slowly but enough to leave the area pretty fast.

Vegeta turned back to the other three. The one other boy, that hadn’t said anything had the strangest look. He had no hair in front and one brow all the way across. He had close to no nose and he eyes were bigger than Vegeta had ever seen a Saiyan have. He looked away so he wouldn’t notice his stare. He needed to keep a low profile.

“Well, I’m going to. Next week. Like he said. We kick your tails.”

“You would know about tails being kicked.” The one named Calflowe said. The boy turned red and flew out without another word. With two gone and two left. Vegeta didn’t know what to do now. Should he leave or say something? Why was he so nervous?

“I think we found our alternate player.” She said looking at the other boy. The soft boy stepped up to Vegeta. Looking him over. Vegeta kept he face neutral and didn’t even flinch as the boy get right into his face.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes back to his normal level. He tried not to scowl. It would be to easy to scowl and would keep it that way again. The boys moved back moments later, his eyes still hard as marbled stones.

“He’s alright with me.” The girl smiled and walked closer to him.

“So you got a name or what?” Vegeta looked down at her, arguing with himself. You moron. No battle plan. No idea what your doing. You did not even make an alias for yourself. Hopeless. Completely hopeless you are!

“Rolin.” My middle name? Why did I say that? Well better than nothing, I guess. He watched her tilt her head a little.

“Rolin, huh? . . . The one . . . who’s fate going beyond the stars.” She’s good. Two but, play at this game.

“Calflowe. Who’s beauty going past the plants.” He watched her smile.

“You’re good. He’s Tiukla.” She pointed her thumb next to her.

“The gentle one. I bet you get bugged with that name.” Vegeta watched him scowl as hard as he usually did.

“Wouldn’t you?”

“No doubt.” He did he best not to wince. He noticed the accent. He been trying to stop it but, it wasn’t working so well. To him he was talking normal and they were the ones that were talking weird. But, they were the norm around here and he was the strange one. He was the strange one anywhere, but here, even more so.

He was hurting his throat talking so unusual but, he was going to do this if it killed him. “But, I highly doubt you are anything but, gentle.” The boy smirked at him.

“You’re quite right.” He turned to Calflowe as her stomach growled hard. Like she hadn’t eaten in a day. She covered her stomach and smile nervously. “Again? You had breakfast yesterday.”

“Well, sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssooooooooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrry yyyyyyyyyyy.” Vegeta could have laughed but, decided not to. She was so spirted. “Do we have anything left?” There was so much hope in her eyes. Despite she sweet outside at the moment, Vegeta felt she was a great warrior when the battle started.

“Did we yesterday?” She eyes dulled on the hope.

“Oh, right.” Vegeta listened on, gathering information.

“We could hit Mento’s market. Now that we have a lookout.” They turned to Vegeta. He know what was going on here. They were going to steal food and needed someone to alert them if someone got too close. She smiled and turned to Vegeta.

“You up to it?” They just met me and they already trust me? Whoa. Weird. Well, whatever. Vegeta just nodded once. “Great! Let’s go before I wither away here.”

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All three of them was on the roof next to the market. Tiukla watched as the owner was setting out some of his goods. Calflowe looked at it hungrily. Vegeta wasn’t paying attention to the food being laid out. Vegeta was looking at Calflowe. There was something about her he liked.

He noticed her hair. In the sun her midnight hair had brown streaks in it and flared around her face. She had a lovely face too. Vegeta looked away. He was almost mad at himself.

“Okay. Rolin.” Vegeta looked at him. He was glad he used his middle name. He was use to be called that by a selective few. “You stay up here. And watch the assistant there.” He pointed to the one of the side of the building. “Calflowe will keep the owner busy and out of the view of my shopping spree. Give me a signal if he gets to close. Got it?” Vegeta nodded. He didn’t like taking orders but, he didn’t mind this that all. It was a rush. Beside he wasn’t doing this as the prince. He was doing this as regular the third class Rolin. “Good. Let’s make this fast and be sharp.” Vegeta went to the edge bending down keeping low. He felt Tiukla’s eyes on the back of his head for a moment but, Vegeta didn’t turn around.

He watched them get into position. Moments later, Calflowe waited for Tiukla to give her a nod before he started blasting the front of the street. Talk about diversionary tactic. The owner rushed her, trying to stop her but, she moved with quick speed.

“Knock it off you cubby! You’re wrecking business!”

“I’m not a cubby and you’re just a weakling. Leave me alone. I’m having a bad sun rotation.” She was good. She was faster than him and he would not blast because he would do more damage. Vegeta smiled moving his eyes back to his target. The assistant was ignoring the noise and going on with his work. Tiukla moved down and inside the shop. Vegeta watched on as the assistant come to the front, watching the fight. He started to laugh as he moved to go inside.

Vegeta saw him an almost panicked as he didn’t know how to alert the boy inside. Looking around he found a piece of rock that wasn’t part of the roof. Grabbing it swiftly he threw it without aiming. Luck was with him as It connected with the side of the man’s head with enough force to make him stumble. Vegeta moved back out of view to those on the ground.

“Hey! Who did that?” Tiukla got out of the side window and jumped up the side of the building. He got to the top holding the sack in his teeth. Dropping the sack out of his teeth he grabbed and sling over his shoulder. He gave Vegeta a nod and signaled Calflowe with a raise of his hand. He moved jumping off the roof. Vegeta stood and slowly followed. Calflowe jumped up on the guys head and pushed up hard.

She landed on the roof and grabbed Vegeta’s hand. She ran fast. Vegeta though easily kept up with her.

“You didn’t have to stay. I was perfectly fine.” She sounded annoyed. He understood why.

“I meant no disrespect. I was interested in the battle. I figured he be stronger than that.” She looked back at him with clear eyes. Her smile made him forget to breathe for a moment.

“I know. You’re kinda sweet without being weak.”

“If you say so.” He heard she laugh. He filled him was a light feeling. He felt almost sick to his stomach. He ignored it. Or tried too at least.

XXXx((((((

She and Vegeta made it to the hideout. Tiukla was already there. It was a badly made tree house but, it was sturdy enough to support them. Vegeta followed her up. Inside Tiukla was eating already.

“You could have waited!” He only rolled his eyes and kept eating. She grabbed the bag and pulled out a Hiul fruit. She sat down hard on the floor. Vegeta followed her example.

“Oh! I hate Hiul fruit.” Vegeta looked at her.

“Then get something else.” She looked at him like he was nuts before she eyes went back to normal.

“You must work by yourself all the time. This is how most split up the food. You get what you grab. It’s how it works in a group.” Vegeta just nodded but not understanding why it worked that way. She handed him the sack and he pulled out the first thing his fingers touched. A ball and joint muscle of an animal he wasn’t familiar with.

“Man, the new guy got the Zuile muscle joint.” Tiukla said disappointed but shrugged and grabbed the bag. Vegeta figured it was a favorite among them.

This went on until there was only two things in the bag left. Tiukla turned the bag over showing a vile of a reddish liquid and a some kind of fruit that was in the shape of a spring.

“What’s was the bottle, Tiukla? We can’t eat that! You know you shouldn’t take things that aren’t food.”

“Hey, I had seconds to grab whatever. I didn’t look! Besides, maybe it’s some kind of drink. Did you think of that?” Vegeta picked up the vile looking at it and at them.

“There is one way to find out.” They looked at him questionly. He opened the bottle and ran his finger across the cork. He placed it on his tongue. It burned. Vegeta spilt in distaste.

“It is a mild poison. Probably for vermin more than likely.” Both looked at him and Vegeta started to curse himself. He was taught to recognize poisons. No matter how small the moment but, other Saiyans were not taught to do this. Only he was taught that as part of his extensive training.

Calflowe looked at him and smiled before turning back to Tiukla.

“Told you we can’t eat it.” Vegeta calmed himself, placing the top back on the bottle. “Maybe we can sell it. You think we could get anything for it?” She turned back to Vegeta. He shrugged turning his head away.

“Not for a while now.” Tiukla said. “Well keep it for a while. Until the incident is forgotten.” Calflowe grabbed the spring fruit and handed it to Vegeta. “Uh? What! Why are you giving that to him for?”

“Because his got to get the icky, nasty, fool poison taste out of his mouth. He deserves it. That’s why. Any more stupid questions or you done?” He crossed his arms mad and turned to his food. “He’s done.” She said turning to ‘Rolin’. Vegeta shifted his eyes else where for the moment.

All started eating. Vegeta watched for a moment before shoving the food into his mouth like them. He never ate this fast. He never needed to before but, he was trying to fit in so he did. He was still eating slower than the other two. Tiukla was done and Both Vegeta A.K.A. Rolin and Calflowe were on the last piece. The joint of Zuile and her hiul fruit. Vegeta watched her almost turn up her nose. Vegeta looked at his joint and back at her.

“Do you wish to trade?” She looked over at him and seeing the joint in hand.

“Trade this for that?”

“No this for your life.” He almost wince and laughed trying to sound like he was joking. He cleared his throat. “Yes this for that. You said you did not like it. I never had one. That is all. I have a terrible curiosity on these things.”

“Sounds like you are sweet on her.” Tiulka said smiling cruelly. Vegeta was tempted to grind his face into the ground. But, he smiled back even crueler that made Tiulka eyes go soft for a moment.

“Whatever you say ‘the gentle one’.” Calflowe covered her mouth trying not to laugh.

“You want to fight?”

“Think you can keep up?”

“No fighting at dinner time! Were you two raised in a icejin household!” Both ‘Rolin’ and Tiukla stopped. Before looked back at each other.

“Outside once you and her are done.”

“Fine.” She turned to Calflowe. “Do you want to trade or not?”

Surprised she handed out her fruit and Vegeta handed back the meated joint. She happily dug in and Vegeta bit into the fruit. He was slightly bitter but, not bad. Not great but, not bad. He eat it fast and she finished the last piece. She smiled at him and Vegeta almost blushed but, kept himself under control.

“Okay. Outside now.” Both of the boys when outside to handle there differences. Calflowe smiled.

“I get winner!”

XXXx((((((((

“Do you have a home?” She asked him. Vegeta turned to her. She eyes shined slightly in the starry night, as the light shined through the partly uncovered roof. She looked to be in awe as she looked at his eyes. Vegeta was told many times that he had the shine of a animal in the nighttime. He was part animal so he never really cared. But, it was unusual so he closed his eyes. He really hoped they wouldn’t read to much into it.

“I am not going back. Unless I am chained and had a tooth to nail fight.” She nodded.

“Well you can stay with us then.” Tiukla said holding his bruised arm with his equally hurt hand. Vegeta nodded, accepting. He ran his hand on top of his hair noticing the second band was gone and his hair was standing up in the back. He ignored it. It didn’t matter as long as the other stayed put.

“So you have no family, huh?” Both shake there heads.

“Died in battle.”

“Same. They were never around anyways.” Vegeta nodded. Calflowe smiled at him. He started to feel his face heat up in a strange way.

She moved closer making Vegeta a tab uncomfortable. But, he didn’t move away. It would cause more questions.

“What about you?” Vegeta turned his head.

“I never knew my mother personally and my father is . . . not worth mentioning. It is the past.” Both nodded agreeing whole heartedly.

“Well, let’s turn in.” Both Vegeta and Calflowe nodded. Tiukla and Calflowe moved closer to Vegeta and laid down. Vegeta understood somehow. Huddle for warmth. A natural animal response. Vegeta laid down close he him but, not too close. Calflowe curled up using Vegeta’s side like a pillow. And tuilka was back to back with him. This was a regular Saiyan sandwich with a royal in the middle.

“Night Tiukla. Good night Rolin.

“Night Rolin. Good night Calflowe.

“Night to the both of you. Now be quiet!” Both chuckled and moved closer. Vegeta didn’t like this close quarters business especially when Calflowe stretched and ended up by his ear.

She was nearly breathing in his ear. Vegeta’s mental limit was an inch away from pushing her face away, when he nearly breathed fours words into his ear.

“Night. . . . Sweet prince Vegeta.” His eyes went wide and he heart all but, stopped.

“Calflowe. Stop moving so much.”

“Sssssssssssooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuttttttttttttttttttttt tt uuuuuuupppppppp!” Vegeta rolled his eyes as he was so annoyed. But, not as he usually was. Great I am stuck with two crazy third classes. I have all the luck! Not to mention one that knows. I might have to kill her. And for some strange reason I really do not want to. She giggled slightly, moving back and closed her eyes. Vegeta himself didn’t sleep that night.

X)(X (Present time)

Vegeta woke up from that dream. The sun wasn’t up yet. It figured. He hated that with a passion. He was for once though, refreshed. That moon did him so good. He leaped out of bed feeling like he hadn’t since Frieza took him. It was still some time before late training started. He was expecting to sleep more but, that didn’t happen. He pushed the remembering dream out of his mind and moved to the door. He was hungry. His stomach demanded food and now.

Going down the stairs he stopped short seeing the blonde woman again. That must be Bulma’s mother that she was talking about. Humans live in tight families I guess. She saw him in seconds.

“Hey, sweetheart. I was just about to make breakfast.”

“Why? No one else is up at this hour normally.”

“Actually. My husband is getting a early start today. I love to cook so I got up too. I be glad to make more. Vegeta almost laughed at her. If she wants to waste her time doing that. I might as well take advantage of it.

“Sure. I am quite starved.”

X)(X

The whole table was full of empty dishes that the bots were trying to clear away. His stomach finally was satisfied after two and a half hours of nothing but eating.

“My, my. Growing Saiyan boys have such appetites.”

“You have no idea.” He got up and went to the living room turning on the t.v. since there was nothing better to do. He had three hours to kill. The funny thing was he didn’t feel like training today. He wanted to do something fun that wasn’t fighting. He felt his forehead but, he was normal so he wasn’t sick. Not that Saiyan’s get sick normally but, still.

X)(X

Some of the others were up now. It was three hours before the new training time today. Vegeta wasn’t in his training suit. He was wearing his black leather pants with a dark blue shirt he took from Trunks’ closet. He was close to the same size. The length was about right but, he was much skinny than Trunks though.

These thing the two boys were interested in called cartoons were on. Kinda boring. All the channels were of these animated character fighting a good verses evil or channels were you call telling the people you want this item and give them numbers off of a thing called a credit card. Both were annoying, but cartoons had fighting. So he stuck with them.

He’d give the fighting a C minus and that was a lower scale this these were humans or so I thought they were. But, they were annoying because, they always stopped and tried to talk the other out of it. “You can’t win. Good will always win against all evil deeds. Stop thy evil ways.” Okay. Now I am insulted. If I stopped because someone said that to me. I jump into a Yulida pit. Vegeta changed channel. “Stop right there, evil doer!” Evil doer? Do humans really talk this way. That sounds so stupid.Vegeta again changed the channel. “I must stop him, before he does anymore harm to the earth!” Vegeta had it.

“Just beat the guy down already. Do not waste time talking to yourself. Stupid!” Vegeta put his head in his hand, still bored. He started to laugh. Laugh at himself. I am talking to the television set. To a bunch of make up characters that be not exist anywhere but here. I have sunk lower than low. I am pathetic. I am worse than pathetic. I am . . . I do not even know what I am right now but, I am that.

After about three more minutes of them jumping around the screen the evil one jumped into the sky hold a gem of some kind the glowed. “I call upon my ancient magic. Wind, fire, and earth. Become my vessels. . . . you will suffer my wrath!” Vegeta watched as the bad guy released his magic upon the good guy. Before it hit, the un-seen announcer came on and screen seemed to freeze.

“Is are hero doomed? Will the evil one take over the universe? Tune in next time for a next exciting episode!” Vegeta just sighed. It was starting to get good. The bad guy was going to lay down some serious hurt on the good guy. Figures.

The preview of the next episode came on. Vegeta didn’t know why that do that. From the clips you could easily put together was would happen with a seventy- five percent accuracy.

“Next time on War of Craft. The evil craft’s magic is threatening to destroy all life everywhere! Can our hero find the strength to fight this evil or is the unexpecting world doomed to destruction! Episode one hundred twenty four! The perfect spell! Don’t miss it!” Oh yeah. I so have to watch that one. I will die if I do not. He rolled his eyes annoyed and turned the channel. The ending theme song was on. He have to wait a minute or two for others to start.

“So bored! I might as well watch the buying of items with numbers of a credit card.”

X)(X

Vegeta was now upside down. His legs hanging off the back of the couch. He really thought he could sleep longer but, no. Still getting up at four o’clock in the morning for him. Now two hours later, still bored and still annoyed. Not mad though. He was not mad. He’d just wished it was nine instead of eight thriy in the morning. This day was starting slow.

Vegeta just hung there, waiting for nine o’clock to come around. He didn’t feel like doing anything right now. Didn’t feel like meditating right now. He didn’t need it.

“What are you doing?” Vegeta looked over seeing the Android staring down at him. Vegeta looked back at the upside down characters on the television. “Are you going to answer me?”

“If it is not obvious to you what I am doing. Then you should be destroyed for being over the dumb limit.”

Eighteen ignored the words and listened to the tone. It was no angry, venom, or rage. That was bored tone and slightly annoyed but, that was all.

“How come you aren’t training with Trunks and Goten?”

“That is not until later. A decision I am regret making now.” Vegeta almost yawned watched the television still. The show went to it’s break. It was the most exciting part of the show so far.

“Come one! Come all! To the funniest place on earth!” It was an ad for a theme park.

“What is the different between and theme park and an amusement park?” Eighteen turned to him and decided to answer. It was a harmless question. At least it seemed like one.

“Besides the theme of it. It’s much bigger with as many shops as rides there. Plus the amusement parks move from place to place as theme parks stay put.” Vegeta nodded, his curiosity fulfilled.

X)(X

Most of the others came down and Vegeta still hadn’t moved from the spot. He was still upside down as well. No one really said anything but, the looks were more than enough to know they were confused. Everyone but, the boys and Dr. Briefs were down. Mrs. Briefs was having the time of her life cooking a storm again. Goku sat down next to Vegeta. Vegeta for once didn’t say anything.

“Um . . . what are you doing?”

“I am figuring out how long it takes to kill someone from blood rushing to the head. . . What did it look like I doing? I am hang upside of the couch and I have nothing better to do. I swear you people are so . . .” Vegeta stopped and looked towards the entrance. “Great. Another person. Let us invite the whole block here while your at it! One more person and I swear I am going to . . . ah!” Vegeta growled hard as his eyes flashed red, as he went to sleep the night before, they returned to normal. Goku laughed with his hand behind his head. Vegeta was testy today. He hated being asked questions and now more people. Two things on the top of Vegeta’s hate list.

The robot that answered the door, came into the room. It stopped short of the room. Bulma programmed it stay out of a five feet radius of Vegeta at all times. Vegeta would almost go out of his way to knock that thing down when it talked. No real reason why he did that. He just didn’t like that thing.

“There is a Mr. Hurcule, savor of the world at the door.” Almost everyone groaned. Vegeta was surprised enough that his eyes returned to it’s normal black and white. Anger gone for the moment. Apparently everyone here does not care for this Mr. Hurcule savor blah, blah, blah whatever. Competition perhaps? Vegeta found himself interested in the situation. This guy really bothered them.

“Might as well let him in. The press outside is starting to gather on my front lawn. I’m called the police.” Vegeta smiled.

“If you wish. I can get rid of them for you.”

“NO!” Everyone said at once. Vegeta just snorted, closing his eyes to them.

“Fine. That is the last time I will be offering anything for you people. You can just forget it.” Strangely, he almost sounded . . . insulted. He would have sounded completely insulted if he didn’t have such a sarcastic tone.

The robot went to the door and heavy, weighted down foot steps came towards the room. Vegeta really wanted to see this guy. The man was tallish, a bit muscled, and overly . . . hairy. And not just what was on his head either. Not that wasn’t bad enough. The man here also had weak eyes. Very weak eyes. He had seen no true battle. The man was a performer. Clear and simple. He played the part of a hero went and another did all the work.

It was sad, he so wanted to destroyed him. Too bad his honor wouldn’t let him kill him. If he had a ‘kill one free card’ on him. He so use it for him.

“This is what the big fuss is about?” Vegeta just shook his head.

He sat up and pushed his legs off further. He easily sat on the back of the couch and turned himself around to the weakling. He narrowed his eyes pushing to the luxum’s mind. He had met slugs with more defense than this.

Within a matter of moments he get all the information he ever wanted and did not want to know from him. The man was partly riddled with guilty from taking the credit for Younger Gohan’s work but, most of his loved the attention and money the lie brought him. This whole man’s life was full of lies and people brought it. Humans were stupid. A Saiyan could see through this lie in a second, half blind. And he would be punished for such a offence.

“Well now. You must be one of my fans.” Hurcule went on without a hitch stepping closer to Vegeta. Vegeta leaned his head down and started growling, primal like. Enough for Hurcule to step back. Even he knew something was not right here. This child was not normal. Not by any means.

As Hurcule moved away, Vegeta stopped lifting his head. He started laughing hard making Hurcule shake with fear.

“People like you have fans. That is sad. You lied and cheated your whole life and people love you for it. I feel sorry for this planet and I wish I did, at least partly, blew it up.” Everyone tensed. Vegeta shouldn’t be saying these things. Hurcule could say something to the press about Vegeta being not from this world. And they would believe him.

Bulma stepped to him and blocked his view of Hurcule. Vegeta looked at her with a stone face. Nothing was given away. Vegeta. Can you hear my thoughts?

(Yeah.)

(I can understand you don’t like Hurcule. Heck one here but, Vidal cares too much for him. But, no more. If people find out what you are then trouble is going to ensue.)

(It would break up the boredom. But, not to worry. As you say, the dirt I have on him will keep his mouth sealed.) Bulma felt his mind disconnect from her.

“But, enough about me though. Let us talk about you. And the money you paid to keep that useless belt around your waist back when you were not so famous. From Mike the Malier.” Hurcule moved against the wall.

Vidal walked into the living room seeing her father against the wall. She didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to knew whom caused that.

“What did you say to him!” Vegeta just smiled showing his teeth.

“What can I say? The truth hurts.” Vidal felt protectiveness take over.

“Come on, dad. I’m taking you home.” Vegeta put on a mocking pout.

“Going already? I was getting to the part about how he does know who your mother is but, is afraid to tell. Since she could now sue for custody and then he would have to pay more money in a thing called alimony. Whatever that is and child support if she got joint custody which speaks for itself. But, go on. Never knowing because he will not tell you. Ever.”

Vidal stopped walking after her heard the word mother. She always wanted to know. She turned to Vegeta.

“You better not be lying.” Vegeta narrowed his eyes.

“Me? Lie? How insulting! How dare you question my honor. I kill, destroy, dismember, and murder people outright by ripping there hearts out through the chests even. But, lying. I never do. It is below me!” Vidal saw the intensity from his eyes. She walked back to Vegeta. Stepping closer than she ever dared.

Hurcule stepped back into the room. She eyes turned completely frightened. He eyes bugged out terribly.

“Now Vidal. I would never hide anything from you now, darling! He just being mean! He couldn’t even know anyways! His too young and not from around here.” Vidal looked at Vegeta’s clear eyes. He knew.

“Tell me.” Vegeta smiled and signaled her to come closer. She did and he whispered into her ear. Piccolo with his sharp ears heard him give a real address within the city. He was sirprized that Vegeta did know. He said he wasn’t a mind reader but, for Hucule to be thinking that would be to coqadental. Her eyes went wide and a strange noise came from her throat.

She moved away with tears in her eyes. But, not of sadness. One’s on joy and happiness. Not thinking she kissed Vegeta on the head, which Vegeta was rubbing his head roughly nearly groaning in distaste. As he do not like that one bit and Vidal ran past her father in speed he hardly saw.

“Huh? Now wait Darling! Let’s talk about this!” He said running after her. They watched them ran through the crowd and them following them. All looked at Vegeta, who was still rubbing his head in disgust.

“Did she really have to do that! Who knows were that Girl had been? Now I need a shower! Then again I need one went he walked into the room. That is the last time I do something nice.” Vegeta got up and stepped off the couch, heading out of there.

“Vegeta!”

“Do not worry Gohan. No need to be jealous. Your girlfriend means nothing to me.” He laughed making a very fluttered Gohan in the room.

X)(X

It was only ten minutes until the training was to start. Vegeta came back down seeing the boys in training gear. They turned to him.

“How come your not dressed right?”

“Isn’t that my shirt?” Vegeta almost rolled his eyes but, reframe for it.

“One, I can dress how I please and two yes it is. I would have borrowed Goten’s as he proably had better taste than you do.” Trunks clenched his fist. “But, your closer to my size. So ‘this.’” Vegeta put both hands on the collar of the shirt. “Will just have to do.” Vegeta smirked. “Besides I am dressed perfectly for what I have planned. If you are ready. Follow me.” The boy turned to each other before shrugging and followed him.

X)(X

It was way past three now. It was close to seven. Chi-Chi was nearly biting her nails. She didn’t like this. She didn’t like her second born out so long. He was still her smallest baby.

Gohan went after Vidal after she left. He should have been mad at Vegeta but, surprisingly he wasn’t angry. He was trying to help her find her mother for the past week, once she told him about it and Vegeta here did just that in three seconds. He methods were different but, they worked better than going by the book.

“Here they come.” Chi-Chi calmed down.

When they walked through the balcony. Everyone was a bit surprised. Goten and Trunks were covered in a cartoon bee and lizard . . . everything. Eighteen recognized it from the ad on t.v. Just before Vegeta asked her the question about the different of the two kinds of parks. Bono the bee and Larry the lizard from Bono and Larry world. Vegeta went upstairs. He seemed to have nothing from the park.

“Okay. What happened?” The boys just smiled at them.

“He had been counting the days. Today and a most of tomorrow since in planet Vegeta’s time in different than are is a holiday. The only one they had. The whole planet took the day off. No exceptions. It was the only day he got away from training and paperwork.” Everyone looked at Bulma. She looked back at them.

“What?”

“Did Vegeta ever do that?” Bulma sighed placing her one hand on her hip.

“I really don’t know. There had been days he didn’t train not due to injuries and such. But, I could count them on one hand.”

X)(X

Vegeta walked in the room. The sun almost down. It could see the moon though. It was full again. But, he felt sleepy instead of energized. Deciding not to fight it Vegeta took off the Trunks’ shirt and laid down on top of the bed.

X)(X (inside Vegeta’s dream)

It was the middle of the second being third class day. There went around the shopping and trading area. No one tried to steal here. It was a unwritten rule or something. All the non-Saiyan people here, that had treaty with the Saiyans were here. I never saw my work close up like this. This was one of my better ideas.

They had no money or anything to trade with them today. But, they decided to look around for something to do. ‘Rolin’ heard a cooing noise and saw Calflowe looking at something in the window. ‘Rolin’ moved to her and peered inside.

“Isn’t it cute?” She asked him.

“If you like that kind if thing.”

X)(X present time

Vegeta grabbed the figure next to him and throw him over to the opposite wall. The person caught themself and floated down to the floor. Vegeta eyes were slitted and Vegeta was breathing hard. It body was in flight or fight mode.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Goten’s voice calmed the storm inside as this was not an enemy. Vegeta’s eyes went to normal and he breathing returned to normal.

“What have I told you about waking me up?”

“ . . . Nothing. We never talking about that.” Vegeta was ready to scream at him but, he remember something.

“Right. That was your father. Not you. My mistake.”

“Trunks’ mom wanted to know if you were hungry.” He woke me up for this?

“If I was. I would be eating not sleeping. Thank you very much . . . goodbye. Now.” Goten got the hint and ran out of the room closing the door behind him. “Kids. I am getting to old for this.” Vegeta yawned and took off his black boots. And place them by his gold tipped white boots under the window. Rubbing his face he laid back down. Sleep came for him again as soon as he eye lids slid closed.

X)(X (inside Vegeta’s dream)

Vegeta a.k.a. Rolin was having so much fun the past two days. The mission on the market, fishing in the lake, him pushing Tiulka into the lake as Tiukla tied to push him into it first, the club, and market of non-Saiyan goods. He never really got into it with Calflowe about her knowing who he really was besides the comments at the treehouse and at the club. She never brought it up besides then. But, Vegeta was going to get to the bottom of this. Sooner or later. Maybe she forgot about it. Vegeta moved only his eyes to look around. He never been to this part of town before. But, all third classes had.

He eyes darted to the other side seeing she smile at him. Well, that was wishful thinking on my part. Of coarse remembers. How could anyone forget that. But, why does she not blow the whistle on me. The reward is enough to feed both of them for a month. Anyone else here sure would. Tiukla would have a second or less. But, why has she not? Is she waiting to see if the reward goes higher or what? He looked up seeing the Saiyan army was out and about. Looking for him no doubt.

“What’s with them? Are we at war again?” Calflowe asked looking at the sky.

“No they are looking for the runaway prince. Remember the reward they’d posted?” Tiukla said and looking up again.

Vegeta tried to calm down. He thought he would have a few more days before something like this would happen. The paperwork must be piling up.

“Whoa. Watch it. Here one comes!” Vegeta looked up seeing Nappa, his bodyguard, coming down and right at them. “What does he want!” Vegeta answered the question calmly.

“To ask questions no doubt. Who knows more around sneaking around than young third class, right?” Both nodded in agreement. “The quicker we get through this. The quicker we can go.”

Nappa landed down on the ground in front of them. Tiukla showed no fear but, Vegeta could smell it coming off it rolls. Calflowe was no better but, no worse. Vegeta showed nothing. He could take Nappa with an arm twisted painfully behind his back.

“Alright! Cubbies! Have you seen anything strange in the last few days?”

Vegeta felt his normal response coming out before he could bottle them. Not that he much experience in bottling such things.

“You mean besides the Saiyan army flying in formation without there being a war?” Sarcasm was high and Nappa was taken back. He was never talked to this way from a lower class. Nappa was flustered. Calflowe took ‘Rolin’s’ led.

“Or a muscle head talking more than three words per sentence?” Tiukla started up too. He wanted to have some fun too.

“Or words with more than six letters?” Nappa was mad and power was starting to rise. He battle aura flared up.

“You little brats! I will personally beat you to an inch of your lives.” Tiukla looked at both ‘Rolin’ and Calflowe.

“Scatter!” We all took off in different directions. Nappa could only go after one. He went after Calflowe.

‘Rolin’ turned not seeing Nappa behind him. He had hoped he would go after him but, he didn’t. He ran back. Nappa didn’t like lower class woman talking back. He would take it from a first class one, maybe a second but, not a third class. He just knew he went after her. Nappa would kill her and he would not let that happen. Not now. Although that would solve the probably of her possibly telling his secret. He didn’t want anything to happen to her. Not by anyone.

Calflowe was cut off by explosions by Nappa’s blasts. She was quick enough to avoid them hitting her at the moment but, she couldn’t keep this up forever.

‘Rolin’ followed the sounds of the blasts. He wasn’t overly worried. If he was still blasting, then he didn’t get her yet. But, he knew that Nappa had a habit of blow up things with his favorite attack. That took out the surrounding area. He wanted to find them before that happened. He jumped to the roof and jumped across them. The other flying Saiyans were out of the area. Even with Nappa’s blasting they wouldn’t hear him doing that.

He stopped hearing a scream. Calflowe’s scream. Vegeta felt something inside him drop. He felt sick. He homed in to where the scream came from going faster than ever before.

‘Rolin’ stopped and saw him, hovering over her. Her leg was bleeding bad. He watched Nappa lift his fist for the final blow. ‘Rolin’ jumped down on the roof with a battle cry to get Nappa’s attention. As Nappa looked up ‘Rolin’ planted his foot into his face hard. Nappa fell back, alive but out. ‘Rolin’ grabbed Calflowe and got her out of there.

XXXx(((((((

Calflowe didn’t say anything. Vegeta felt sicker than before. He didn’t understand these feelings. He wasn’t expecting this.

“Do you think me weak?” Vegeta heard she say. There was only one answer he could say to her about that.

“No.” Vegeta walked on a little more. “Not at all.” Calflowe leaned her head heavier on his shoulder.

“I’m glad. While it’s the two of us. You can talk normally. I like your accent. It’s soothing it a way. I can’t explain it.”

“Soothing. That is a first. I never would have thought.” Vegeta walking to the forest, where he felt they would be safe for the time being.

In the middle, Vegeta set her down on the ground. He sat down and examined her leg. The bleeding stopped and the wound was bad. It had to be painful. Her eyes told him that. She might as well have stuck her leg in a raging fire. She would heal in time but, time for going to stand still and food was going to be required to help the healing process.

“Well. How is it doc?”

“A week and the pain should leave. A week and a half you wouldn’t notice a mark on it. Your lucky Nappa always leaned to the left on his blasts.” She moved her damaged leg away from him and moved closer.

“Why did they call you ruthless and evil then when your not?” Vegeta looked away. Not wanting to see her eyes.

“I let others see what people want to see. I kept the pain hidden for all these years. I kept everything buried.” She was looking at him awe, partly understanding. Vegeta continued. “I was not born. But created to be the perfect weapon. A killing machine that looks like the king. They mixed his DNA with the DNA of Talmaish.” Calflowe covered her month in shock and quickly ripped it away almost screaming.

“The most decorated Female Saiyan of the yeastier world! I though even touch the living statue of her was forbidden!”

“It is. My . . . creator . . . was never seen again.” Calflowe looked away from a moment and then turned back to him. She leaned her back against a tree as she used what was left of her strength.

“Being the prince . . . isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be, . . . huh?”

“You said it.” He watched her eyes slide shut. Her body went slack too because of the shock to her system. No doubt she was tried. Vegeta didn’t day anything. He kept watch.

XXXX(((((

Vegeta carried the unconscious Calflowe to the treehouse. The somewhat shelter would be better for her to sleep this off in than the forest. He jumped up high on the ladder and went through the opening.

“Where were you t . . . is she alive!” No I am lugging around a dead body on my back to amuse myself. Vegeta nodded despite his mental remark and put her down on the wall. Tiukla looked her over.

“That warrior. He has no honor!” Vegeta nodded. Sometime Nappa didn’t have any guts or honor at all. “He left her to die!”

“No. He was going to kill her.” Vegeta winced. He did not want to say that. He watched as Tiukla turned with not hard eyes.

“You stopped him?”

“I was lucky.” Lucky, I did not kill him by smashing his face in with my foot. I should have. Tiukla gave a rare smile. And moved looking at her injury. It was nasty.

“I know where some rare herds grow that will make the healing faster. I’ll need your help.” Vegeta nodded. Before he left he grabbed the red monkey doll he made for her yesterday and put it in her hand. She clenched it tighter.

XXXx(((((

They landed by the only lake in a fifty mile radius. He remembered there was a legend or myth. about this lake. Or a least he thought. He wasn’t sure if it was a legend of older time running through his head or the a legend of present time.

“The herd looks like a weed that was thorns. But, you’ll have to get it. I . . . can’t . . . well. I can’t . . . I can’t swim! You want to make something of it!?” ‘Rolin smiled.

“Maybe after I get your weed.” Tiukla smirked back at him.

“It at the bottom of the lake and watch out for Kiliol.” ‘Rolin blinked.

“Kiliol?”

“The legend. You know the legend, right?”

“The creature with one eye and a mouth the going directly to it’s mouth?” Tiukla blinked in confusion and turned his head to the side.

“What are you talking about? I mean the living plant that grabs anything that moves. It’s killed five Saiyans already. You never heard of that?” ‘Rolin’ shrugged and jumped into the lake.

The water was cold. He could feel his skin tightening, creating goose bumps on his skin. He saw nothing but, murky water. Some of the fish was biting on his skin or trying. There teeth couldn’t even mark his skin, much less break it. He ignored it and when down deeper. This was much deeper than it looked. He could feel pressure around his body. How deep can this lake be?

Finally the water cleared showing the muddy floor of it. It was dead down here. Nothing but, bones of fish and Saiyan remains. That Kiliol must have been real. The Saiyan’s would dead with out a fight. He walked on the muddy ground and looked around. He finally found it. Right next to the one and only Kiliol. The plant had eyes. That was freaky. It was firmly inserted into the ground but, it had a good ten foot reach.

The thing moved it’s eyes to him. Vegeta didn’t move. He wasn’t sure if it saw like him or saw movement like some animals do. A tentacle shot out so fast Vegeta didn’t see it until he was by his ear. It pulled back a small fish. It was struggling but, a tight squeeze put a stop to that. Vegeta with tempted to breath a sigh of relief but, being underwater made that a bit . . . suicidal.

The plant move it eyes around. It was weird because it’s eyes moved completely around but, the rest stay in the stay position as before. He was royally crept out. Vegeta moved slowly to the plant. He hoped to grab it and go. It was going to take a minute to get back up there and this was taking too long as is. He wasn’t expecting the water to be this deep so he didn’t full his lungs completely. Vegeta was within an arm’s length when the eyes came back around.

Vegeta already didn’t like this . . . plant thing. The thing stared at him without seeing him. Seeming like forever the eyes started to shift away why Vegeta wasn’t blasting this thing was beyond him. Nature or something he didn’t know but, things this creepy shouldn’t be allowed to live. That had to be from another planet.

Vegeta reached the weed like herd and pulled it out of the ground. He pushed off the ground away from the weird plant, hoping he never had to see that thing close up again. Going back up Vegeta held on tighter to the weed. He really hoped there wasn’t two kinds of weeds down there. He really, really didn’t want to go back down there.

Breaking the surface Vegeta swim to the shore. Pulling himself up Vegeta didn’t see Tiukla in sight.

“Hey. I got the stupid weed! And that thing is not a legend to let you know!” He was annoyed. He was beyond annoyed. He was angry that he got to answer.

The smell of blood came from upwind and not only that. Nappa’s scent was there to. That wasn’t good. With anger gone, Vegeta ran up the slight hill seeing Tiukla’s body on the ground. He was alive and Nappa was leaving the area. He was out of ear shot but, Vegeta was sure he heard him laughing. Ignoring him Vegeta ran to Tiukla.

Nappa did a number on him. A blast in his stomach was at point blank range. His guts were visible. Vegeta felt sick again but, worse.

“What took you so long?” Tiukla said but, his eyes were no longer hard. Shock, pain, and fear were the only things in his eyes now. His tail was out stretched. It was broken in five places. It twitched in agony. ‘Rolin’ lifted his head up as he started to chock on his own blood. He didn’t have much time left. The look in his eyes would never leave his memory.

‘Rolin’ watch he start to sputter as he was suffocating on his own blood. ‘Rolin’ put his ear to his chest. He lungs were filling up. There was nowhere he could take him. They would only let him die with these injuries. He decided to spare him the extra insult.

“It . . .it’s fun-ny.” ‘Rolin’ leaned closer.

“What?” A bloody smile made his way into his pain filled face.

“You . . . kinda look . . . like . . .the prince. But, you . . . have . . . too much . . .many . . .feelings. It’s almost weak . . . you know. Almost. . . . Shiva. Open your arms to . . . me.” He eyes were miles away and glazed over. He was gone.

XXXx(((((

Vegeta came back from the ocean. Water burials were the most honorable of there burial services. It was quick. His eyes hurt as tears, he was determined not to shed were trying to do just that. ‘Rolin landed by the treehouse. He went up the short stairs and was grabbed instantly.

Three of the Saiyan guard were inside. One had Calflowe by the neck. She was still out but, ‘Rolin was fuming.

“You put her down right now!” They laughed at him not realizing who he was.

“That was so cute.” If they was one thing you didn’t call the prince. It was cute. Power exploded around him knocking away the one who had a hold on him. The band around his hair snapped and his hair went back to his up flamed position and the cloth burned away. The two in front of him back away, dropping Calflowe back to the floor.

“Too little too late.”

Bloody bodies hit the ground below, dead. Vegeta picked Calflowe off the floor. She was awake now and looked at him.

“They came in not long ago. The one call Nappa. He’s order. He said he got one of them. Tiukla is gone, isn’t he?” Vegeta nodded and lifted her in his arms and flew out into the sky. In was still morning and it was already bad. “Where we going?”

“Somewhere no one will look for us.” Calflowe held back tears as her friend was dead. Vegeta was doing the same with slightly better success.

X)(X((((((

Vegeta touched down on a ledge of a rock cave. The animals here were poisonous and mean so it was left alone this time of year. She set her down and showed her the weed like herd.

“Tiukla told me about this. It was at the bottom of the lake. He say he could not swim. It is suppose to help but . . . this is something I do not know about.” Vegeta was almost ashamed for reasons, he was unsure of.

“You spilt the stalk and rub the outside of the wound.” Vegeta did as she said. She breathed hard and held her breath once in a while.

“The wound is turning yellow.”

“It’s suppose too. It’s working.”

“Looks like the cure is worst than the disease.”

“No pain no gain. Just like training.” The pain seemed to lessen and Vegeta found some nice fruit trees around that were okay to eat. He brought them back.

“Here. No Hiul fruits.” She chuckled slightly and dug in. Vegeta followed after her lead.

The sun was in the middle of the sky. It was midmorning. Calflowe hadn’t said a word after he treated her leg. He didn’t say either. What was there to say. It seemed like it was his fault. He got Nappa angry and, he ran off making the army looking for him. Just because he wanted to have a little fun without being the prince and to make his father do some work. I should have known he would not do any work. He makes things worst. Vegeta stood up and went to the edge.

“What are you doing?” Vegeta turned to her.

“I going to turn myself in.”

“What? No! You can’t!”

“Do you not see! This is all because I ran off! Everything is on my head. It will not stop until they get me back. . . . I have already lost one person I could call a friend.” Vegeta walked back and leaned down in front of her. “I will not lose another the same way.”

Calflowe raised her arm and smacked Vegeta across the face.

“I will not die easily. This will not stop because you go back. I insulted the one called Nappa. I would have anyways. He won’t stop until I’m dead! But, I won’t dead easy! You going back won’t make a difference, prince! It’s how it works!” Vegeta was almost mad but, calmed. He was in a different jungle. She was right.

“Fine. Tell me. What do we do?” She smiled.

“First of all. We can’t go anywhere looking like your royal self.”

X)(X (present time)

A knock at the door wake Vegeta up. He hated being a light sleeper but, survival demanded it. The knock sounded against the door again. The person know that he could hear them from the so called soundproof door.

“Go away or die!” Vegeta said but, remembered that only a selective few including him through the soundproof wall and door. The knocking stopped. Vegeta felt out the ki. It was the older half Saiyan. The door opened showing Gohan, peeking his head through. “What do you want? And it better be good. I do not like getting woke up.” Gohan put his head down for the moment and then looked at Vegeta again.

“Vidal asked me to tell you that she found her mother. I was there. Mirror image has a new meaning. There was a custody battle and Hurcule won. It was an usually case. Having Vidal helped his career as a wrestler. Lain, that’s she mothers’ name, was barred from contacting her. Vegeta I . . . don’t know if you did good or bad here. Vidal is happy, her mother is happy, Vidal is mad at her father, and Hercule is not taking this well.”

“You woke me up out of a partly decent dream to tell me this. You could have told me this in the morning or not at all. Besides I did not make her go. I just gave her the information, something you tried and failed.” Gohan moved back.

“Did you read my mind too?”

“No. I do not read minds remember. Saiyan’s can not do that but, we can read the thoughts there are in front of the mind. He was riddled with all kinds of guilt he hides under that possment. Besides even if I could, I would not have to. I could read it in your voice. I am good at reading intent and darker emotions.” Gohan looked down at the floor.

“You were always full of surprises.”

“Keeps things from being boring. Now if you do not mind. . . . GET OUT!” Gohan felt what felt like a hand that pushed him into the hallway and on the floor. He looked up at Vegeta’s red eyes as the door slammed shut. Gohan looked at the door incredible at the door before laughing a bit. That was Vegeta for you.

Vegeta calmed, getting up and looked at the reflection of the window. He eyes were still red. Changing them back he sat back down and laid down again. “Why could he not be five minutes earlier?” Sighing he closed his eyes turning on his side.

X)(X (inside Vegeta’s dream)

Calflowe held tight as Vegeta was throwing ki blasts with both hands. The whole army was after them. They kept coming and coming.

“Close your eyes!” Vegeta put his hands over his eyes lightly. “Super nova!” The blinding light and screams of pain was all that was hear and Vegeta flew off faster. With the scouters Vegeta had to get out of the air and hide somewhere were their was plenty of life.

Vegeta dropped down to the jungle like area. The area was thick was trees and a slime covered ground.

“What are we going to do?”

“This was your plan. You tell me?”

“Don’t make me bite you!”

“Careful I might like that!”

“Freak!”

“Weakling!”

“I am not a weakling!”

“Who’s carrying who!”

“ . . . Oh! Sttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuttt tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp pp!”

“You’re the one screaming at the top of your llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllluuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnggggggggsssssssss!&rdqu o; He heard her sigh. Then laugh.

“You’re right. How long will that super nova last?”

“It will only buy us a few minutes. Their eyes sight will return soon.” Vegeta ran through the closely grown trees.

X)(X (present time)

Vegeta sat up as he felt a slight sharp nails digging into his legs. It was a small cat. A small black cat with no tail. The one he seen with the doctor the few times he saw him. The door was closed earlier but, now it was open with a doctor briefs in the doorway. Vegeta was too confused, tried, and saddened by the memory dream to be mad right now.

“Kitty! Come on kitty!” The cat jumped up higher and started rubbing it face against Vegeta’s cheek. Vegeta hold it up by the extra skin on his neck.

“Obviously, I not going to sleep here tonight.” Vegeta got up with cat in hand and walked to the door. Doctor Briefs moved out of the way and Vegeta dropped the cat on Dr. Briefs shoulder, going on his way. Vegeta walked down the stairs and went past the stairs to the animal safehouse.

Vegeta was greeted by the T-rex and the tiger. They were happy to see him. Sometimes, animals were the only ones who didn’t mind having him around.

“I am going to sleep with you guys tonight, if you don’t mind.” They never did mind at all. The tiger circle around him like a house cat does around the legs and nossled him side.

X)(X (inside Vegeta’s dream.)

Vegeta woke up in a dark ki suppressing room. A special holding cell. Flashes started going through his head. Hours later after he did the super nova. Calflowe dropped her monkey doll, he made for her accidentally. It led them straight to them. They caught them be surprise. Vegeta fought most of them off but as he was picked up Calflowe, he got a prick in the neck. A tranqiler dart. He was out seconds later.

He was back home now. Waiting punishment. But, that didn’t matter. What they did with Calflowe was the only question in his mind. Vegeta tried his strength against the door. It barely moved with all his strength. Vegeta slid down the door feeling helpless and alone. His cost for some fun wasn’t worth Calflowe’s safety or Tiukla’s life.

A scream rang through the air. A familiar scream of pain. Vegeta face went pale white. It was Calflowe’s scream. They were hurting her. He was on his feet, banging on the door, yelling at the top of his lungs.

“Stop it! I am the one who get her involved! Leave her out of it!” The screams continued. “Do you hear me? Deal with me!” His screams went unanswered as more pained screams kept going through the air. Vegeta pulled on his hair as the pain he was feeling was too much. “Please stop it.” He whispered to no one in particular. He buried his face in his hand feeling tears going down his face for once in his life.

XXXx(((((

It could have been days. It felt like days. He was trying to block out the screams but, it was useless. There was nothing he would do.

All the noise stopped. After so long the silence for foreign to him. He stood, going to the middle of the room. He watched the door. He heard the keypad being used as the door opened. Both had the tranquilizing gun in their hands. Vegeta understood. Come with them, don’t struggle and they won’t use them. Vegeta walked out of the room going between them. He felt slightly numb but, not in the ususal way.

“Lead the way.” They stepped to the left and Vegeta followed a step behind. He was led to the biggest detaining room that they had. He figured it was his turn to get tortured for a while. It didn’t matter. Nothing that his ‘father’ did mattered. He could handle it.

The two guards opened the door. Vegeta walked through and they shut it behind him. There were a few figures on the other side of the room.

“You ready, son?”

“Whatever.” A dark chuckle came from him. He snapped his fingers and two guards stepped forward. Vegeta stood straight ready for anything, except what he saw next.

Calflowe was limp in both of the guards hands. Dried and fresh blood was all over her. His wrists and elbows had cuts. She was restrained, probably against the wall in the rack. Her clothes were in rips from a metal whip and she skin was nearly as bad under it. One large cut was over her eye and her nose was black from the blood coming it the surface. It was crushed. Vegeta stood there for moment. His mind not functioning.

He looked at his father, he had the most proudest smile on his face. He liked what he did. He did this to her. Vegeta felt anger like no other. He body shaking as he eyes stayed locked with his father.

“You never cease to amaze me, father. The immorals you do and your proud of them. You called me an abomination the day I was born, tried to kill me, took Fay-lo-ines away, you have me do your job and fix your stupid mistakes on this planet, and now this. It sad really that I have to share your name.”

“I do this for your own good. You can not get attached. You are not to have feelings.” Vegeta looked down at the ground, seeing blood dripping from his friend’s body before looking back up at his so called father.

“It is like the sunrise. You can not stop it.” Vegeta flashed a strangely blue as a golden aura went around him. A unseen wind flew around him making his hair dance. “But, there is one other thing you can not stop. Me!” Everyone covered there eyes as the golden light flooded the room.

The light died down showing a blonde hair, blueish green eyed Saiyan prince before them. King Vegeta didn’t need a scouters to feel the power increase.

“You. Will. Pay.” Vegeta let out a powerful scream and his energy pushed out of every pore in his body. The room was blown apart, along with some of the royal building as they were the basement of the castle. Everyone but him and Calflowe were buried in the rubble as he used his ki sheild to protect her from further. He picked her up and flew off, faster than he ever went before.

XXXx((((

He was at the same ocean he laid Tuikla body to rest at. Vegeta held her body in his arms. He didn’t want to say goodbye.

“Ve-ge-ta.” He opened his eyes looking at her. She was barely hanging on. A minute or two was all she had left. “You’re . . .a . . .super . . . Saiyan. I . . . glad . . .to . . . see.” She sentence was choppy and her voice failing.

“Do not talk.” She smiled.

“Just . . . hold . . . me . . . and . . . don’t think . . .me weak . . . in the . . . . mor-ning.”

“Never. You are the strongest person I know.” She laid her face on his chest. Vegeta could feel her warm breath on his skin, due to the rip in the material.

“You’re . . . the . . . best . . . . friend . . . . . . . I . . .ever . . .ha” Her breath stopped. Vegeta held her tighter not wanting to believe she too was gone. The only friends he ever had . . . gone in one day. It was too much. He screamed making the birds flee the forest behind him. His primal screamed died down at the air was gone from his lungs. His chest was heaving hard as emotions were over flowing.

It was a while before he could look down at her face. She was still pretty with her hair framed around her face. Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut. This was worse than when Tiukla died. Much worse. Tears were beginning to go down his face. This was the pain of loss. It what triggered Super Saiyan. Emotion. Strong, painful, emotion. A powerful need. Some good it seemed to him now. He give it back to hear her voice once more. But, that would even happen.

He lifted her up and took her to the water. Twice was two times too many for this kind of thing. Vegeta floated to the middle of the ocean. He settled into the water up to his waist.

“I am sorry I got you into this. You did not deserve this at all.” She set her on the water surface. Ringlets were forming on the water’s surface. That’s when he realized he was crying again. He brought his hands out of under her.

She stayed on the water surface was a moment more before he began to go under. He had to restrain himself from grabbing her body. He had to let her off. Her spirt was long gone now. The darkness of the water engulfed her body. Vegeta stayed there not moving.

“I will never use this power again. Not matter what. I will not use your death. I can not do it.” He returned to his normal state. He flew out of the water and to the surface. Taking only three steps his body give out. That is were he fell asleep.

X)(X (present time)

Vegeta woke with a start. This was the worst dream ever. He woke up the animals that were sleeping on or by him. He brought his knees up to his chest. He was crying and he didn’t care who knew it.

“Calflowe. Tiukla. Forgive me.” He felt his tiger friend rubbed her face against his side, trying to calm him. But, nothing would right now. He remember after that his father put him into a machine that was suppose to wipe those memory away. It didn’t work but, Vegeta pretended it did. Vegeta showed no pain and went on like nothing happened. Although it was killing him inside.

If warriors went out of business he could make it big as an actor.

X)(X

For the longest time he sat there not moving from that spot. Vegeta still hadn’t calmed down after memory his dream. His tail was rubbing the back of his neck, trying to release the knots that had formed. Vegeta had completely lost his stoic ability right now. Since then dreams of everything from home to Frieza’s ship was crashing down on him. He always pushed it away but, now he had to face the evils that haunted him. The guilt, the tortures, things he had to do to keep breathing, and the things had he to indore it keep his last two Sayians alive.

He hated Nappa with a passion. Radditz was okay in his book. He was on a mission somewhere went that happened. Vegeta had to pretend to care slightly about Nappa when all he wanted to do was rip out his heart and watch him die slowly. Just like he watched Tiukla die.

That thought nearly sent him into a crying fit. When he thought of Tiukla he also thought of Calflowe. Both deaths were bad in his eyes. But, Calflowe . . . her’s . . . . was just so much more harder for him to deal with. Everything that happened that day was he fault and nothing was going to change his mind on that fact. If only he stayed were he was suppose to. Then they were have never got killed . . . until the planet blew up but, that wouldn’t as been as painful for them. He wouldn’t have known them.

They suffered before they died. Calflowe was tortured. She never screamed for mercy. Never screamed for them to stop. Just screamed in terrible pain. He could understand that. He never screamed before he didn’t want to give Frieza that pleasure. But, he wanted to scream and, he had to fight that feeling. Again pretended that nothing could hurt him. That this was all nothing.

Vegeta sometimes wondered if anything was even real anymore. Was this his personality or was he pretending still? Vegeta didn’t know. He was unsure about everything. His instincts were not telling him anything and his senses and thoughts couldn’t be trusted right now with his forbidden emotions ruling him.

The tiger was rubbing up against his back. She could feel the unpleasant emotions that coarse through his body. Some of the other animals brought him fruit, that was sat in front of him. Vegeta had no hunger. He didn’t feel any comfort from the tiger rubbing his back either. He felt numb and not in a good way. Vegeta started stoking his tail that came across his chest, as it was rubbing his neck. He had no extra feeling in his tail but, the action was calming a bit. Any relief was welcome.

But, he wasn’t going to scratch the spot behind his ear though. It made things worst and he body was still highly under weight. This area wasn’t helping him. The nature didn’t calm him. He needed to get out of this house and go somewhere, not confined.

“Sorry guys. But, this is not helping.” Vegeta stood and rewrapped his tail. The tiger moved and front of him. Mother’s instincts maybe, Vegeta didn’t know. “Do not worry. I will be back once I feel better.” Looking into her eyes, the tiger moved out of the way. Vegeta walked on looking mostly at the floor.

Walking into the hallway he lifted his hands, looking at them. Pain always made the mental pain go away. He shook his head. He wasn’t going down that road again. No matter how tempting it could have been. He walked past the stairs and went to the exit. The robot moved out of the way and Vegeta didn’t even look in it’s direction.

“Hey, Vegeta.” But, people looked in his. Vegeta didn’t respond. “Vegeta. I’m talking to you!”

“It is called ignoring. Look it up.” Goku didn’t respond with anger or annoyance. He listened to his tone. His voice was staining. It sounded upset, not mad. Goku got up and when after him.

Vegeta was strangely, walking not flying. His head was looking down. He was upset, even Goku could tell from the short conversion. Goku moved closer to him.

“Come on now. You’re upset. Talk to me. It could help.”

“Or make it ten times worse!” The venom of that remark made up for the lack of anger. “Now leave. You are only serving as a derivation of my seethe.” Goku narrowed his eyes looking away for a moment before looking back at him.

“Okay . . . one more time.” Vegeta growled hard.

“You are only serving as a derivation of my seethe. In simpler terms you are only being another source of my rage. And even simpler you are making it worse. I can not make it any simpler than that. No. Wait! Yes, I can. Leave. Me. Alone. Go. Home.” Vegeta said the last part slowly like Goku didn’t speak the language. Goku closed his eyes hard. The primal’s anger was flaring up. Vegeta had a way of making him angry with only a few words spoken.

For blocks Vegeta walked on and Goku followed. Not a word was said between them. Goku didn’t know were Vegeta was going and he had a feeling that he didn’t know either. He was only walking for some reason. He seemed upset to him but, this was Vegeta and he was hard to read really. Vegeta as a child even more so.

Vegeta didn’t seem to change too much. This Vegeta was a tab more open and showed more intelligence about things other than fighting. Even fighting, he was different. Vegeta used his small size to his advantage. Getting into the tight spots and going in for the kill. Vegeta had great speed even as a grown up but, Vegeta went with brute strength more as his older self.

“Vegeta. Where are we going?” He waited and waited for a response. Vegeta didn’t answer him. Goku frowned but, he could swear that Vegeta was talking to himself quietly.

It was getting late and the sky was pitch black. The city was too bright for them to see the stars though. Goku still just followed Vegeta like he was his personal body guard or something. Vegeta still seemed to be talking to himself.

“Vegeta would you just talk to me!” Goku grabbed his shoulder completely on guard. Goku expecting Vegeta to hit him but, he expected too much. Vegeta just stopped walking and stood very still. H breath increased and his hands went up around his head. Goku leaned down. “Vegeta?” Vegeta opened his mouth letting out only a scream that could shatter glass.

Goku moved back, covering his ears at the sharp sound. This was worse than when the demon broke through. Vegeta stopped and walked on like nothing happened. Goku got up and saw people running out, hearing car alarms and dogs barking loudly all over the place.

X)(X

Piccolo stood up from his position on the floor. He heard a slightly painful sound. It sounded so familiar. But, he wasn’t sure. It sounded somewhat far away.

“Piccolo?” He turned seeing Bulma. Not that he would say anything to her about it but, she looked bad. Like she hadn’t slept for a while. Knowing her she probably hadn’t worrying about Vegeta and such. “What’s wrong?”

“I just heard something.”

“With your hearing? You sure it wasn’t on another planet?” Piccolo looked at her not amused.

“Funny. It sounded kinda like . . . Vegeta when the demon took over. That kind of high pitched scream that shattered glass. Who would have thought Vegeta could make such a sound. That’s a weapon in itself.” Bulma laughed a bit but, she saw no humor in it.

“With him. What isn’t a weapon of some kind?”

X)(X

Goku caught up with Vegeta. He was half street ahead of him now. In front of him were thugs with knifes on the ground bleeding and moaning in pain. No doubt they tried to attack and Vegeta’s body reacted. They seemed that they would survive but, walking would take a while, if ever. Stepping over them Goku ran up to him. He wasn’t going to touch him again but, he wasn’t going to leave him alone though either. Something was seriously wrong with him. Anyone could see that.

The street was mostly dead tonight. It was a good thing too. Vegeta was crossing streets without looking and going to alleyways like he was trying to lose him or something. Vegeta either knew where he was going or he was randomly walking around. Goku didn’t know.

Vegeta stopped suddenly making Goku sidestep him before knocking him over. Vegeta lifted his head to the sky. Goku put his hands of his ears incase Vegeta was going to scream like before again. Vegeta didn’t even open his mouth. But, instead took to the air. Goku followed trying to understand what was going on here. Tempted to knock Vegeta out and take him back Goku just followed. He seemed to be heading to the outlook. He landed on the platform and walked to the middle of it.

Dende moved outside seeing Vegeta standing there and Goku arriving. Dende moved to Goku seeing Vegeta wasn’t acting normal. Well normal for him.

“Okay. What’s going on?” Goku shrugged at him.

“He was asleep and then he walked out of the building. That last thing he said was to leave him alone and go home. He hadn’t said another word since. I tried talking to him but, he only mumbled in Saiyanjin . . . at least I think it’s Saiyanjin. I touch him once and he left out that scream that shattered glass. So I wouldn’t do that unless necessary.” Dende nodded at walked to Vegeta. His head was still pointed to the sky, his mouth was moving in silent words.

“Vegeta? Can you tell me what your doing here?”

Vegeta looked down from the sky and pointed his head at Dende. He eyes were hollow and dead. Nothing was behind them. Vegeta wasn’t looking at Dende though. He was looking past him. Dende turned seeing nothing was there. Vegeta was looking at nothing but, air.

“Uyeouoi?” Goku moved closer and saw Vegeta wasn’t talking to Dende. He was talking to no one. No one they would see. “Jbwei ejke hu hu iu e jhdobei.” Goku waved his hand infront of his face. No reaction. It was like Goku and Dende wasn’t there. “Ih iuherw khef hwefio jhweiore uyoipe.” Life started to fill back into Vegeta’s eyes. “Yui uye hewui nehsma helncawed.” Vegeta closed his eyes. “Hui meuy.”

Vegeta shook his head and looked around. Why did I come up here? Did I come up here? Was I brought up here? Why? Vegeta looked seeing the small Namekic and Kakorot were there to. The Namekic lived his so that one was okay. Then again Kakorot and friends were noisy little buggers so it was possible for them to be around him. Kakorot must have brought me up here. There is no reason for that! How annoying. Deciding to ignore this, he moved away going to the edge.

“Vegeta!” Vegeta turned and smiled as he fell back off the ledge. Goku put two fingers to his head and disappeared. Vegeta turned over and flew off as Goku appeared next to him. “What the hell is going on with you!” Vegeta turned to him annoyed.

“I could ask you the same.” Goku flew in front of his making Vegeta stop in mid air.

“What is that suppose to mean?”

“You brought me up here. You tell me!” Goku moved back. Vegeta was serious. He really believed that.

“I didn’t bring you up here. I followed you here. You were walking through the streets and then you came here.” Vegeta seemed to be listening but, not believing him.

“Sure I did. . . . Wake up!” Vegeta moved around him and flew off leaving a stunned Goku behind him. He was scratching his head trying to figure this out.

“Vegeta! Get back here!” Goku flew after him. This was a tab confusing.

X)(X

Vegeta landed on the second floor balcony. He opened the door as Goku arrived after him. He nearly ran into the door only to find it shut in his face. Shaking in anger Goku, swallowed it down and went inside. Bulma turned to him.

“I thought you went to sleep.”

“Was that before Goten, Gohan, and your father plus cat woke me up or after?” Bulma didn’t bother answering that question. Vegeta really didn’t want an answer and she knew it.

Feeling tried but, strangely at ease Vegeta walked to the couch and sat down next to Bulma. Closer than she would have thought he would do on his own. Trying not to make a big deal out of this, Bulma said nothing.

Her eyes went wide when Vegeta rapping his arms around her arm. He was being . . . affectionate. Who is this kid? There was no way he was Vegeta. Goku was nearly in the same state as she was. This was weirder than when Vegeta and Goten was swapping attitudes off and on. Bulma placed her hand on his forehead. He felt cool, so there was no fever. The first time Vegeta ever had one was with the flu to her knowledge but, still. Vegeta didn’t say a word.

“Vegeta? Are you okay?” Vegeta nodded once, telling her silently he was fine. “Did you hit your head or something?” Vegeta looked her in the eyes. His eyes where slightly hollow.

“Did you?” He said while laughing. Now Bulma knew something was up. He got up suddenly and walk to the stairs.

Bulma and Goku looked at each other before rushing up the stairs. Goku have to stop as he almost collided with Vegeta. Vegeta showed no notice of it as he turned to his door. He didn’t even close it which was unusually. He moved to his chest on the floor, as Goku and Bulma stepped in and closed the door. Vegeta opened the chest and pulled out his drawing pad and the red furred monkey doll. Goku was going to ask but, Bulma put up her hand. That told him to be quiet as Vegeta slammed the lid down and turned the combination.

Vegeta sat on the bed as he opened the pad to the one page that had the beginning of a drawing that wasn’t finished yet. The one after Krillen in freight. Bulma came over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“That one again.”

“Bulma?” She turned to Goku.

“There was one drawing he started but, it never was finished. He got nearly everyone in there. Expect Tien, Chiaotzu, Yamcha, Gohan and You, I believe.” Both turned to Vegeta who was starting to make shape of the drawing on. The faded outline was darker. And features were starting. Long hair, and looking to be taller than Piccolo or so it seemed. Vegeta was going very slow and almost hesitant. Like he couldn’t remember what the person looked like.

Vegeta put an unused pencil and marked the place and turned the page. Vegeta took up the black pencil again and started anew. Goku watched in amazement as Vegeta drew. This was something he would never see Vegeta doing. He thought the pad was someone else’s and he kept it for reasons. He was very wrong there. Vegeta did them all.

The door opened slowly as Tien and friend peeked there head in. Tien looked at Vegeta and back at them.

“Is everything okay in here?”

“Sure why?” Bulma asked them slightly annoyed.

“Mostly . . . his ki feels warped.” Bulma motioned them in. Tien moved slowly as Chiaotzu flew into his shoulder.

Vegeta was finished with the background details. It wasn’t colored but, Vegeta probably did that later. Strangely it seemed to look like a hole in the ground.

“What the . .” Tien moved closer not thinking about Vegeta and personal space. Vegeta didn’t react in the slightest. There was an almost bird’s eye view for this picture. Bulma didn’t get it. Tein got it right away. He was almost growling. Vegeta started to draw the body.

“Hey, this is the ground parks after he double axed you.” Goku said.

“I could have told you that! But, why is he drawing that for?” No one answered that.

Only about five minutes went by and Tein’s body was finished. The picture was still black and white thought. Chiaotzu flew over Vegeta’s head not thinking about how easily Vegeta could reach up and break his little head.

“Wow Tein. He’s good. He got the tiny mole on your shoulder.” Goku took a closer look.

“Hey you do have mole. I never noticed that!” Tien covered it with his hand now conscious of it.

“No one ever has . . . until now.” Vegeta picked up the green and started to color in his outfit. Vegeta then started to color in the ground and small rocks that covered the entire area.

Tein watched as his picture self came to life. He didn’t like the content but, it was very well done. He matter how you view it. It was good. They watched as he turned the page back to the incomplete drawing and added more.

The background was on the outlook. Goku jumped on that fact.

“He was talking to someone!” All looked at him like he like crazy and grew a second head. “Up at the lookout he was talking to someone we couldn’t see. Before that he was walking around in a daze almost. He seemed upset and wouldn’t talk to me more than go home and leave me alone. After the longest time Vegeta flew up there and started talking in a weird language but, that is not the weird part.”

“Which is?”

“He didn’t remember going up there and thought I brought him up there.” With that said they looked back at the incomplete picture. It was a man. An older man. Humanoid but, not human by a long shot. His hair was long and in a pony tail. It went down to his ankles. The man still had no face when Vegeta turned the page back to a blank page.

It was only ten minutes until the picture of Chiaotzu was completed. It was when Vegeta had him by the ankle, looking him over. Vegeta’s hand and part of the arm was in the picture too. He went back to the incomplete picture and adding more details. The background was complete and the man had a particle outfit. As he turned the page back to another blank page.

X)(X

An hour passed as he kept drawing. He did Gohan after he broken his nose, Yamcha on the ground looking up at him, Goku with his clothes burned after the torch attack Vegeta did, and he did one of the tiger and T-rex in the animal safe house. And went back to the incomplete drawing. All that need to do done was his face.

Vegeta formed a small ki blade and sharped the pencil all the way. And started the fine details. Deep laugh lines and a large nose. A tight mouth with a scar running from the corner. It man had two different eyes. One that looked like a snake that he colored it yellow and one normal one the was green. Vegeta was smiling a little was the final touches were made to it. Vegeta moved down to the man’s arm and drew a tattoo that was all the way down his arm. Looked like a black flame and colored that in. Vegeta put down his pencil. The first time since he started.

“Vegeta?” Bulma said out of the blue. She kept her voice soft. “Who is that?” Vegeta looked at her, life slow returning to his eyes.

“Grandfather.” Before she could ask Vegeta picked up the red monkey doll and laid down. He was out.

“Grandfather?”

X)(X

“Okay. One more time.” Bulma put her head in her hands. It wasn’t a hard thing to understand. “Vegeta’s mind needed a break from reality. It’s called a temporary physic break. His body was doing what it wanted as the part of his mind shut down to cope with. So his body did an active that made him feel better other than fighting.”

“So that’s why he was drawing those pictures for?” Tien asked confused but, starting to get to it.

“Right. Vegeta used to before Frieza ruined it for him. But, without mental state it is all Frieza never existed at the moment.”

“And that what was happening to Vegeta earlier on the street and at the outlook?” Goku asked almost pressing.

“Yes. The picture he added on to after each other picture was done, is the person Vegeta was ‘talking’ too.” She stressed the word talking a tad.

“Grandfather. But, he wasn’t a Saiyan and all of Vegeta family is dead. So maybe it like . . . an imaginary friend maybe?” Bulma shook her head at Goku.

“No. Most people make a person the same age or close to it. Or an animal something. Plus I doubt Vegeta would indulge in such a ‘child activity.’ You know?”

“So his real?”

“In some form yes. I think that man is real. Vegeta could have been delusional or reliving a memory.”

Chiaotzu had a question on his mind. Something was bugging him a little. He didn’t know why though. It didn’t seem important.

“Um . . . if I may ask?” Bulma looked at him. She waited for him to continue. “What was with that red doll?” Bulma smiled grimily. She hated retelling these kinds of stories.

X)(X

Vegeta woke up with a headache rivaling the virus’ headaches. He leaned over to look at the window. He saw it was still dark. It felt like he was out for a while now. It didn’t make sense but, that was life. His drawing pad was at his feet and the monkey doll was in his hands. Reaching for the pad, Vegeta opened it seeing eight new pictures. He didn’t remember drawing them but, there were fresh pencil shaves. They were brand new. Maybe one or two hours old.

Something was off here. He remembered walking out of Capsule corp with Kakorot following him, then being at the tower and jumping out the ledge, talking to Kakorot for a moment, and then here in the room. He was missing time. Blacking out partly or something. But, neither side of his mind remembered anything. That wasn’t good. Something was wrong here. Very wrong. Even Vegeta know he needed help. Even through his pride, he knew it. He had times were he’s mind go off but, he would remember later. But, here he couldn’t.

X)(X

Bulma went to her room after the others went off to sleep. She looked into her compact mirror. Dark circles started under to eyes and he lost three pounds in fours days. She was starting to look like she had Vegeta’s body condition not long ago. When did she get so dependent on that man to do the simplest things, like sleeping and eating?

The door opened slowly and Bulma looked up to see Vegeta. No knocked out Trunks over his shoulder this time. Something was wrong. He closed the door and climbed on to the bed next to her. Bulma waited, no wanting to rush him.

“I . . . I have been . . . losing time. Here and there. Something is wrong and I need to find out what.” Bulma almost fell out of bed. Vegeta was asking for help! She wanted to run to the window and check for the comet that was going to collide with the earth. Pushing all comebacks, that she would have used on the older one, away. She motioned him closer.

After a moment he moved closer but, still a bit away. Bulma decided to put this in scientific terms. With his I..Q. she knew he would understand that the least half of it if not all of it.

“Vegeta you had a physic mental break. It is not serious.”

“I understand that. I had them before. Plenty of times. But, one side of my mind remembers it. It how my mind works! I am different, I know. But, that is not the point here. Something is wrong. I need to know what. Before it gets worse.” Vegeta turned away, like he was embarrassed to be talking about this.

“How do you feel about tests.”

“Fill in the blank or essay?”

“Cute. I mean an physical examination.”

“Depends on who taking it.” Bulma knew he was trying humor to mask the fear he was feeling. Vegeta had told her before that he was found of the exam table with his consent or knowledge before hand. Sometimes drugged and woke up in the middle of the doctor cutting him open to see how he works.

“Tomorrow. I like to do some tests to see if I can’t find the problem. Is that okay?”

“I . . . what choice do I have. Either I do or I never find out what is wrong here.” Vegeta said tapping his forehead.

“It may be nothing.”

“Doubt it.”

“You are so depressing.”

“It is a gift.”

X)(X

Morning came to quickly for Vegeta. He hated doctors, he hated scientist more, he hated labs where he is the lab rat, and he hated all white coats altogether really but, that was another reason. He needed to know what was up with him and that overwriting his fear. Besides if she was going to try something. She would have done it went he was weak. Or so he hoped. Vegeta breathed in deeply and decided to meditate for a bit. The hoped that would calm him down a bit.

X)(X (inside Vegeta mind.)

Vegeta was sorting out memories and put them away. Locking some down in the deeper parts of his mind.

“Salutations. You had not been here for a while. Something inaccurate? Things are getting backed up here.”

“Maybe if you all did your jobs I could not have to!”

“We are too busy with rage. Discipline and calm are keeping him at bay but, he growing. He animalistic ones are fighting us again.”

“And you are doing what intelligence?”

“Doing my on filing, of coarse. What else? You got to keep your razor wit.” He smiled. “By the way fear and terror are stronger now. You might want to sort that out too. Arrivederci!”

“Can you not say just bye, like people?”

“Who here is normal? This is your mind.”

“Smartass.”

Vegeta huffed as the last unburied memory was buried again. His emotions were running amuck. Only Warrior, Intelligence, and Discipline were the only one doing there jobs. Sarcasm was watching the other emotions run around.

“This is so entertaining.” Sarcasm said with total sarcastic tone of voice. This was one of his middle strength emotions. Annoying but, not dangerous.

“Then do something about it.”

“Let me think about that! No!” He started laughing that patented evil laugh.

“Did you and Rudeness fuse into one again?”

“Nooo! Of course not!” They did. Vegeta walked off leaving Rudsarc or whatever they would call himself now to himself.

“Awe! Do not go! I will miss you!” Am I really that sarcastic when I am be sarcastic? Vegeta shook his head and went up the stairs of the labyrinth. He went to the doorway and appeared upside down up top and opened the gray door.

Vegeta looked around in the darkness. He listened for the sounds of sobbing. Two sounds came from the room. Fear and terror were never apart and often joined together. He hated that. Vegeta put his hand out in front of him and felt for the wall. He felt it and bent down finding one.

“Fear or terror?”

“ . . . .F-F . . f-fear.”

“Okay. I am going to create a ki ball. Do not get scared.”

“I-I-I will tr-y.” Vegeta formed the ball in his hand and Fear tried to become one with the wall.

“Okay, you and Terror are going to need to chill out. I have to do some tests. Things I will not like. I know one of you is going to show up. You have been showing up more in the last year.” The last year was like thirty years ago but, these emotions are not refined. So it might as well have been last year.

“I am sorry.” Vegeta just looked at him.

“You can not help what you are. Just try to curve it a little. Same with you terror.” He watched Terror shake harder. Terror kept his face hidden.

Vegeta was glad for that. Terror face was deformed. Eyes was wide as dinner plates, pale white skin, mouth was frozen in a wide open position. If he found terror first he wouldn’t had formed the ki blast. He didn’t want to see that face. Fear was okay. His eyes were always wet and sacred. Other than that he looked normal. “Terror!”

“Try!” The high pitch stung his ears for a moment.

“Where’s guardian?”

“H-Helping . . . with Rage.”

“He has being getting out?”

“Trying . . . to.” With that Vegeta left, leaving both of them in there never ending misery.

Vegeta moved on his way out. Guardian could stay where is was. Rage was to important to leave unguarded and underhanded. He was to much of a risk a break out. Walking in his own thoughts he felt something hard him in the back. Turning as he fell he grabbed the attacker by the throat.

Loud laughs followed. Vegeta know this one right away. This was happiness and joy. Even joined, which they always were, was one of the weakest of the emotions. That popped up once in a while. Rare and in-between.

“Look at me. I’m committing suicide.” Joppiness as he called him laughed. Vegeta found no humor in choking his look-a-like emotion. He released him. “Awe! Now your mad at me.” The mocking pout did nothing for Vegeta. He turned and walked away. “You’re mean! Meanie!” Vegeta ignored him and walked back to the physical world.

X)(X (in reality.)

Vegeta floated back down to the bed and opened his eyes. It was a quick trip for once. He never was that quick. He did what he needed and went. Instead of increasing the pathways of the labyrinth. His personal defense to those mind readers and such. He had some mind readers get pass Guardian but, never made it through the mazes and locked doors. Then the others emotions would throw him or her out. Usually mentally scared for life.

“Good. You’re back!”

Vegeta snapped out of his thoughts seeing Bulma on his left side. Right next to him. Vegeta was too disturbed about that. He didn’t feel her at all, inside or outside his mind. That was inexcusable. He could kick himself.

“Piccolo can stay in meditation for days at a time. I wasn’t sure how long you would be.” Vegeta got up and went to the door not saying a word.

“Are we going or not?” Bulma got up and led the way. Vegeta followed without a word.

X)(X

Down in the living room Baba made her presence known. The others were trying to decide if break Vegeta’s privacy again was the right thing to do. Baba said it was important.

“I say we watch!” Yamcha said. Not giving a damn about Vegeta’s privacy. The others didn’t have the same state of mind he did.

“Well, I don’t know. What if it is the heating box, or a that metal whip again or something worse? I don’t think I could watch that again.” Yamcha looked at him confused.

“Heating box? What’s a heating box?” Eighteen answered his question.

“A torture of Frieza’s. He stick you in a box that was barely bigger then your body, customly made I should say, for days at a time. The walls of it were heated up to like eight degrees. If you passed out, the box were shake and you would get burned by the sides and top. We watched Vegeta inside one. He stayed in there for two days before they let him out.” Yamcha’s eyes were wide as he heard that. He didn’t like the sound of that.

“No need to worry.” Baba said breaking the silence. “This is back on his planet. There is something you need to see.” Everyone turned to the each other and nodded.

“I’ll get Bulma.” Goku said locating into her ki and disappearing with his technique.

X)(X

Bulma watched Vegeta heart rate skyrocket up another ten beats per minute. The was three time in the last twenty seconds. She had her MRI set up for him. He wanted to get the hard one out of the way. He know Vegeta hated tight spaces and the noise inside wasn’t helping matters. It was almost done. Only a minute or two left now. She had a feeling that was going to be too long her him.

“Come on. Hurry up.” She whispered to the machines. She wanted so bad to bring him out of there. He would stand that. It was like the heating box to him again.

The scan finally showed what she needed. She shut it off and signaled the machine to bring him out. As the sliding table out come out Vegeta turned to his side in a protective gesture. He was close to completely freaked. Most people couldn’t stand these things. She was surprised he didn’t rip the machine apart.

He breathing slowed down as he calmed himself down. His little talk with his weak hearted emotions did he some good. He felt fear leaving and going back to his room.

“If I ever do something that again . . . I want you to do something for me.” Bulma bent down.

“What?”

“Shoot me!” Bulma almost laughed but, sighed instead. Vegeta regained the use of his legs as he got off the table. “Kakorot warning. You might want to move two inches to the right.” Bulma’s body moved without thinking as Goku appeared. Bulma was amazed.

“You’re good.”

“Hey. Um . . . I need to talk to Bulma.”

“I am not stopping you.”

“Alone.”

“You show up and expect me to leave? Such rudeness! How dare you! Of all the . .”

“Goku. The hallway.” Bulma said cutting Vegeta off. As he stepped out he turned back to Vegeta. “Don’t break anything, okay?”

“What do I look like a third . .” Bulma shut the door. Vegeta smiled and picked up a BECKER and raised it in the air still looking at the door. Bulma opened the door fast seeing that and the smile of Vegeta’s face.

“Funny.”

“I though so.” She slammed the door making Vegeta laugh. Staying for a moment longer he felt she wasn’t going to do that again. He went to her computer reading the screen readouts.

Meanwhile Bulma looking at Goku expectantly. He eyes held excitement and such.

“What is it Goku?”

“Baba is back. She says they is something we need to see. Coming?”

“I can’t. I have other tests to do. You sure that is a good idea. Remember what happened last time. And Vegeta was in a good mood.”

“Baba said it was important. She wouldn’t lie about that.” Bulma saw he already made up him mind on this.

“Fine. Tell me about it later.”

“Will do.” He ran to the stairs and down them. She sighed at the child like actions and turned back in the lab.

Vegeta was siting on top of the MRI machine. Seeing nothing was broken or out of place, she went to her computer. The screen was blank.

“Vegeta? Did you . .” Vegeta answered her unfinished question.

“Yes. I looked over the results. I found the problem. There is a chemical enzyme inside my brain. Probably from my mother’s side. It is like a mind tranquilizer that leaves the body able to move and such. My theory is that the rays of the unexpected full moon caused a build up of electrical charges which set a release of that chemical with the help of a emotional trigger. It effected both parts of the same time. So basily. In a nutshell, like humans say, I was drugged on my own bodies chemicals. Simple really. Nothing to worry about. The build up is mostly gone now.”

“But, why did you delete the results?”

“Force of habit. I can not let people get a hold of my body or mind workings. The same when I destroyed the device that was in my neck. Nothing against you personally.” Vegeta cracked his neck and went to the door.

“Vegeta, who’s Grandfather?” Vegeta stopped, turning back to her.

“Grandfather?”

“In the sketch pad. When I asked you. You said it was grandfather.”

“Grandfather? I never had a grandfather. Died before I as . . . born.”

“The man wasn’t Saiyan I believe.” Vegeta turned back and opened the door. “Vegeta?”

“I going to see what you are talking about.” Vegeta went down the hall to his room.

X)(X

Once Goku got back Baba started the show. It started with Vegeta throwing his desk in his room before he looked outside. They had gone through the third class transformation to Vegeta taking the injured Calflowe back to the treehouse and Tiukla taking Vegeta to the lake where he retrieved the herb from the bottom of it. “Hey. I got the stupid weed! And that thing is not a legend to let you know!” Everyone watched intently. Vegeta looked around confused and angry for a moment as he was around the lake’s edge. They watched as Vegeta sniffed the air. He ran up the slight hill before crouching down, looking at the sky. He eyes were narrowed in rage and kept under control. After long moment Vegeta moved again. To his fallen friend.

“What took you so long?” Vegeta didn’t answer him but, instead rased the boy’s head up as he was chocking on his own blood. Vegeta put his ear to the boys chest and his eyes darkened. “It . . .it’s fun-ny.” Vegeta leaned down closer.

“What?” A bloody smile made his way into his pain filled face.

“You . . . kinda look . . . like . . .the prince. But, you . . . have . . . too much . . .many . . .feelings. It’s almost weak. Almost. . . . Shiva. Open your arms to . . . me.” His eyes were miles away and glazed over. He was gone.

They watched as Vegeta put the boy’s head down and clapped his hands together in some kind of rthmy. What this meant. They were not sure. They watched with unblinking eyes as Vegeta picked him up and flew away.

The ball went black for a moment before they saw Vegeta at the ocean and the boy in a small boat. Vegeta pushed the boat into the water before looking down at the boy.

“You died at the hands of Nappa. Your death was pointless but, honorable. As right. So will be your sending.” Vegeta pushed a hole in the boat and pushed it into the water. The went further as it sunk into the sea.

“I will see Nappa’s death. Sooner or later. He will die by my hand!” The boat sunk with his friend. With the weed in hand, Vegeta flew off the way he came.

The ball went blank for a moment and back again that the tree house they seen earlier. He went up the short stairs and was grabbed. Three of the Saiyan guard were inside. One had the girl Calflowe by the neck.

“You put her down right now!” They laughed at him not realizing who he was.

“That is so cute.” A flash of anger and a burst of power exploded around him knocking away the one who had a hold on him. The band around his hair snapped and his hair went back to his up flamed position and the cloth burned away. The two in front of him back away, dropping Calflowe back to the floor.

“Too little too late.” They were blow out of the side of the treehouse. As they were blasted out of the structure. Vegeta turned back to the girl.

“They came in not long ago. The one call Nappa. He’s order. He said he got one of them. Tiukla is gone, isn’t he?” Vegeta nodded and lifted her in his arms and flew out into the sky. In was still morning and it was already bad. “Where we going?”

“Somewhere no one will look for us.” The ball went blank and static took over. Everyone was in shock.

“Okay, there’s something I thought I never see.” Yamcha said. If he was meaning to or not, they were not sure. Before anyone could comment, the ball was at it again.

The sun was in the middle of the sky. Inside a cave sat Vegeta and the girl named Calflowe. Vegeta stood up and went to the edge.

“What are you doing?” Vegeta turned to her.

“I going to turn myself in.”

“What? No! You can’t!”

“Do you not see! This is all because I ran off! Everything is on my head. It will not stop until they get me back. I have already lost one person I could call a friend.” Vegeta walked back and leaned down in front of her. “I will not lose another the same way.” Calflowe raised her arm and smacked Vegeta across the face. Everyone watching looked surprised. Vegeta was being sincere for once.

“I will not die easily. This will not stop because you go back. I insulted the one called Nappa. I would have anyways. He won’t stop until I’m dead! But, I won’t dead easy! You going back won’t make a difference, prince! It’s how it works!” Vegeta was almost shaking but, calmed a moment later.

“Fine. Tell me. What do we do?” She smiled.

“First of all. We can’t go anywhere looking like your royal self.”

As interesting as this was. They didn’t see the importance of it. Baba face told them to wait. That it was coming up.

Calflowe held tight as Vegeta was throwing ki blasts with both hands. The whole army was after them. They kept coming and coming.

“Close your eyes!” Vegeta put his hands over his eyes lightly. “Super nova!” The blinding light and screams of pain was all that was hear and Vegeta flew off faster. He dropped down to the jungle like area a few minutes later. The area was thick was trees and a slime covered ground. Vegeta repositioned her so her was riding on his back instead on clinging to his front.

“What are we going to do?”

“This was your plan. You tell me?”

“Don’t make me bite you!”

“Careful I might like that!”

“Freak!”

“Weakling!”

“I am not a weakling!”

“Who’s carrying who!”

“ . . . Oh! Sttttttttttttuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp ppppp uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppppppp!”

&l dquo;You’re the one screaming at the top of your llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllluuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnggggggggsssssssss!&rdqu o; He heard her sigh. Then laugh.

“Your right. How long will that super nova last?”

“It will only buy us a few minutes. Their eyes sight will return soon.”

Vegeta ran through the closely grown trees. Unknown to Vegeta, Calflowe accidently dropped the monkey doll, which Tien and Chiosue recognized immedatly, on the ground behind them.

“Are we really going to make it?”

“I do not know. But, it is worth trying.”

The ball flickered in and out before jumping ahead like it had a mind of his own. The saw Vegeta out cold on the metal floor. He was awake in a matter of seconds after that. It looked like a holding cell. Vegeta tried his strength against the door. It barely moved with all his strength. Vegeta slid down the door feeling helpless and alone. A scream rang through the air. A familiar scream of pain. Vegeta face went pale white. He was on his feet, banging on the door, yelling at the top of his lungs.

“Stop it! I am the one who get her involved! Leave her out of it!” The screams continued. “Do you hear me? Deal with me!” His screams went unanswered as more pained screams kept going through the air. Vegeta pulled on his hair as the pain he was feeling was too much. “Please stop it.” He whispered to no one in particular. He buried his face in his hand feeling tears going down his face.

Chi-Chi was holding Goten as tears were going down his face. It was horrible. All felt that way. Even Yamcha felt pity for the prince. No one should go through this. Baba herself again felt pains even when she watched this before. He waved her hand and the ball dimmed and lightened showing Vegeta in a different part of the room.

“There is no point in watching that for two hours.” Baba said trying to sound like she didn’t care. No one there cared if they did or not. They watched the ball as he stood, going to the middle of the room. They watched as the door opened with two guards that had the tranquilizing gun in their hands. Vegeta didn’t seem to care.

“Lead the way.” They stepped to the left and Vegeta followed a step behind. He was lead to one of the biggest rooms that they had down there. The two guards opened the door. Vegeta walked through and they shut it behind him. There were a few figures on the other side of the room.

“You ready, son?”

“Whatever.” A dark chuckle came from him. He snapped his fingers and two guards stepped forward. Vegeta stood straight ready for anything, except what he saw next.

Chi-Chi covered Goten’s eyes and Trunks wished she did the same for him, not that he would admit that. The girl Calflowe was limp in both of the guards hands. Dried and fresh blood was all over her. His wrists and elbows had cuts. Looked like was put up against the wall like in some movies that had torture scenes. Her clothes were in rips and her skin was nearly as bad under it. One large cut was over her eye and her nose was black from the blood coming it the surface. It was crushed.

They watched as Vegeta stood there for moment. He seemed to be looking at his father, that had the most proudest smile on his face.

“You never cease to amaze me, father. The immorals you do and you are proud of them. You called me an abomination the day I was born, tried to kill me, took Fay-lo-ines away, you have me do your job and fix your stupid mistakes on this planet, and now this. It is sad really that I have to share your name.”

“I do this for your own good. You can not get attached. You are not to have feelings.” Vegeta looked down at the ground, seeing blood dripping from his friend’s body before looking back up at his so called father.

“It is like the sun rise. You can not stop it.” Vegeta flashed a strangely blue as a golden aura went around him. A unseen wind flew around him making his hair dance. “But, there is one other thing you can not stop. Me!” Everyone covered there eyes as the golden light flooded the room. The light died down showing a blonde hair, blueish green eyed Saiyan prince before them. “You. Will. Pay.” Vegeta let out a powerful scream and his energy pushed out of every pore in his body. The room was blown apart, along with some of the royal building. Everyone but him and Calflowe were buried in the rubble. He picked her up and flew off, faster than he ever went before.

Everyone was in shock. Vegeta had the power to turn Super Saiyan years ago. But, never showed it. That didn’t add up. He was trying to so all those years ago.

“I . . he . . what . . why . .”

“You said a mouthful.” Baba cleared her throat.

“This is the last part.” The screen when back to the ocean. Vegeta was holding Calflowe’s body in his arms.

“Ve-ge-ta.” He opened his eyes looking at her. She was barely hanging on. A minute or two was all she had left. “You’re . . .a . . .super . . . Saiyan. I . . . glad . . .to . . . see.” She sentence was choppy and her voice failing.

“Do not talk.” She smiled. Dark blood had stained her normally bright white teeth.

“Just . . . hold . . . me . . . and . . . don’t think . . .me weak . . . in the . . . . mor-ning.”

“Never. You are the strongest person I know.” She laid her face on his chest. Everyone in the living room could see her face. The look of the dying. She wasn’t too far off. It be only a handful of seconds now.

“Your . . . the . . . best . . . . friend . . . . . . . I . . .ever . . .ha” Her breath stopped and her eyes went dead. She was gone. Vegeta know instantly as he held her tighter. They watched as Vegeta lifted his head an screamed that scream he had done twice before. The birds on the forest behind them come out like a sea of bright colors and left the area.

It was a while before they saw him looking down at her face. They watched as Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut trying not to succumb to grief before lifting her up and took her to the water. Vegeta floated to the middle of the ocean. He settled into the water up to his waist.

“I am sorry I got you into this. You did not deserve this at all.” She set her on the water surface. Ringlets were forming on the water’s surface. They saw tears going down Vegeta’s face. They watched as he brought his hands out of under her. She stayed on the water surface was a moment more before he began to go under. They saw his arms twitch like he was restraining himself from grabbing her body.

The darkness of the water engulfed her body. Vegeta stayed there not moving. “I will never use this power again. Not matter what. I will not use your death. I can not.” He returned to his normal state. He flew out of the water and to the beach. Taking three steps he fell voided of all energy and will to even move. That is were he felt asleep, mentally and physically dead on his feet.

Everyone stopped talking, stopped thinking, stopped everything expect breathing. They were not expecting anything like this.

X)(X

Vegeta looked at that picture for a good ten minutes. He even turned it upside down for a while too. He didn’t say a word. The entire time. He sighed and put it down.

“Okay . . . I have the feeling I have seen him but . . . I do not know him. I have never saw this man before.”

“You called him grandfather.” Vegeta laced his fingers together and rested his head on them. Things were not adding up here.

“You sure I said Grand father?”

“Yes. Goku, Chiaotzu, and Tein heard it too.”

“I did not know him. I did not know why I would say that in any state I am in.”

“It’s okay Vegeta. Maybe you met him later. When you were older and it was a memory or something.”

“I do not know.”

“It could have been someone close to you.”

“I do . . . not know.”

“He doesn’t look like a warrior. Maybe a healer?”

“I DO NOT KNOW! Asking the same question in different ways, gets you same answer! Your incessant questioning is not going to make me remember some man in the picture!” Vegeta was breathing like he couldn’t catch his breath. He wasn’t mad at her. He had other problems on his mind. And she wasn’t helping. This was not one of his major concerns.

She looked closer. He was clearly upset about something. Something happened between the theme park and outlook incident. Something he wasn’t telling.

“Vegeta, what is bothering you?”

“It is not your concern.”

“Come on. Sometimes it . .” Vegeta gave her a dead pan look that made her stop talking.

“If you say I helps to talk about it. I will level this side of the building.” Vegeta had heard that speech before and didn’t like it.

“It was about the past.” That wasn’t a question. She knew. “Frieza’s ship or home planet?”

“Home.”

“Family or outside it?”

“ . . . . . . . both.” Bulma got up from the bed and took the pad off the bed and moved behind him. Vegeta tensed a little but, was somewhat calm. “You remember the pictures I drew of the two kid Saiyan’s deaths? I know you looked at them.”

“Yes.” Bile rose in her throat to the thought of the one where his father was in the back ground.

“And remember how I do not have dreams or nightmares but, relive memories instead?”

“Yes.”

“Then put two and two together and what do you get?”

“You relived there deaths in your dream.”

“Give the girl a prize.” His voice was dead. No emotion, only grief and sorrow. Bulma rapped her arms around his waist and lightly embraced him. To give the sense that she wasn’t crowding him. Vegeta didn’t react much. The muscles in his back jumped but, that was all. “Juhr joue nsdf ns j ih ys jkggiukl huise. Ijio ma njiol.” Bulma didn’t understand but, didn’t push him to repeat himself in her language. “I am . . . tired.” Bulma got the message. Although she was sure what he said didn’t tranlate into what he said eariler. As she got off the bed Vegeta laid down. Emotionally he was stressed out. He needed to rest. He was tired enough to sleep in the daytime right now without too much of a problem.

Bulma got the bottom on the stairs. She looked around seeing there wasn’t a dry eyes in the house. Even Piccolo’s eyes looked shiny.

“Okay. Why does everyone look like they just watched the movie the ‘The cure.’ Did I miss something?”

“Baba showed us something interesting. And something I wasn’t expecting?”

“What? Vegeta had friends?”

“That and Vegeta can turn Super Saiyan.” Bulma eyes grew wide. “But, he wouldn’t use his friend’s death that way. He promised himself.” Goku said hiding and blinking the tears out of his eyes. He felt pretty bad. Vegeta had it hard enough. How many more things had to go wrong in his life. “I starting to learn things about Vegeta I didn’t think it was possible. No wonder Vegeta is the way he is. He should be a lot worse. I mean . . . he’s not evil. But, he’s not good either. I really can’t say if he is misunderstood. But . . . if I had to go though all that. I either be insane or worse than him. And that is the truth.” No one tried to tell him differently. They felt the same if they had too. They were just glad they didn’t have too.

X)(X

Vegeta stirred on the bed. Something was close but, not physical here. What he didn’t know but, it was driving him nuts.

(Vegeta?)

(leave me alone!)

(Vegeta. It is me. Grandfather. You must know me.)

(I do not! Stop contacting me! I do not know you!)

(My, my. I see now. Your mind has been played with. Most memories are gone but, the bad ones have stayed. That is not fair.)

(Shut up! Remove your link with me. I have no desire to talk to you!)

(I will be arriving in two Earth days. I can’t wait to see my Dark sprit again. The others have missed you too. Until then.) Vegeta was able wake up now. He could be break the link to matter how hard he tried or defenses he put up. That scared him more than his wanted to admit to himself. He didn’t understand. Did he really know this Grandfather and forget or not?”