Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Big problems in a small package ❯ eight ( Chapter 8 )

I have the songs from Trapt . . Headstrong and my own prison from Creed. I don’t them. I do own the deed to larry and bono’s park. And if there was a show named war of craft. I had no clue. No suing allowed.

X)(X

Vegeta re-entered his mind. He needed to know who or what this Grandfather was. Someone here needed to know him. The feeling that he had meet him before wouldn’t go away. Vegeta closed his eyes, willing himself into neutral zone. The one part of his mind, either side wouldn’t fight the other.

“Everyone! Get over here now!” Slowly there started to come woodwork.

The middle strength ones first. Intellect, Sarcasm, rudeness that was no longer joined at the moment, Cunning, Calmness, and mischief. They waited for the others. Intellect started reading a thick tome, and Calmness sat down on a rock. The others were fidgeting around ready for a rumble even in this neutral zone.

“Oh! I hope I am in the right place.” Vegeta looked over seeing one walking to them. He cheeks were red and eyes were downcast to the ground. This was Embarrassment. A weak emotion even lower than Fear and Terror. He looked up seeing the others here and the red in his face went lighter.

“Out of the way!”

“Out of the way we say!” That was Happiness and Joy also no longer joined. The ran past Embarrassment and right into the middle of everyone. They started running around, laughing. They linked hands and swinging themselves around.

“Arg! I always wanted to do that!” Vegeta turned seeing Envy. He always said that. If one started chocking on his on blood, he would still say that. He was the same level as Embarrassment as of lately. He was quick though unlike Embarrassment that stayed longer than needed, not that he was ever needed.

“I hope this will not take long.” Vegeta saw the most shameful side of all. Laziness. The weakest of the weak. He was too lazy to be an active emotion. Which he was glad for. He clothes were a mess and he would not stop yawning. He sat down under a tree and almost fell asleep there. He was literally too lazy to keep his eyes open.

Vegeta waited as others joined. Honor, Sadness, Warrior, Discipline, Bravery, and Hatred came in one big group. Discipline was keeping Hatred in control and at an arm’s length away. Curiosity was close behind as he came in running. He didn’t seemed to want to miss what was going on here. Fear slowly walked into the scene with Terror hugging into his chest. He face buried to everyone. Guardian showed up with Rage tied up and over his shoulder. He was thrashing hard and annoying Guardian greatly but, he was doing himself no good.

With a toss Rage was on the ground. He struggled hard against the bonds but, his energy was spent and strength was gone.

“Why did you bring him for? He can not even talk! Huh? Huh! Why! Tell me! I must know!”

“Because I did not want to leave him alone! Now be quiet!” Curiosity nodded content on know the answer.

“Okay. He everyone here?” Vegeta asked perfectly stoicism in tone.

“Everyone but, Animal instincts, Grossness, Joker and Primal. They are not useful in the talking sense.” Intellect said adjusting his glasses and marking his place in the tome. “But, then again neither is he.” He pointed to Rage that was still on the ground. “But, if you would now. Please do tell use why we have assembled here for.” Vegeta nodded and turned to them all.

“This person called Grandfather has contacted me. He seems to know me and a faint feeling tells me I had known him in the past. Someone here must know him. The smallest detail would be helpful.”

All that seemed to be listening thought about it. Joy and Happiness stopped their playing to think about it as well. Vegeta looked around. It looked like they were coming up blanks.

“Grandfather. The father of one’s father or mother. A founder or originator. Grandparent. Also know as a grandpa. You have no one close to that. So it must be a title or some kind of nickname. That is all I can tell you.” Intellect said standing with tome in hand. “I will do other research. If I find it I will share it immediately.” A dark laugh rang through the air and all turned seeing Rage was the one doing it. He stopped sitting up with cruel eyes.

“And you are the smart one? What a joke!” The voice was growled. The voice of his voice was a smooth as sandpaper and just a pleasant to rub it across your skin to hear.

“You can talk?” Curiosity was at Rage’s side being curious as always.

“Well duh! Anyone but you can see that!” Rudeness said making Sarcasm, happiness, and Joy start laughing. Embarrassment was embarrassed for Curiosity as Curiosity could not feel that himself. The one called Warrior stepped up finding this situation annoying.

“Everyone shut up and cease the laughing now.” No one crossed Warrior. He was the strongest emotion. Rage was a close second but, he was almost always tied up and never got the chance to show his full strength for the most part.

Guardian was stronger than them all but, he was not an emotion but, the protector of the mind. He was only here to make sure Rage didn’t escape of break loose. He wasn’t even paying attention here as making sure Rage didn’t go out of control was his only concern.

“Now. If you have something to said Rage. Say it or shut up!” Rage growled hard somehow getting up to his feet.

“You would be cowering if I was free.”

“You are not free Rage. So say what you were going to say.”

“I take orders of no one!” The last one was more of a growl than a word. Warrior was unfazed. Fear and Terror ran behind Happiness and Joy since their were the closest to them.

Intellect sat back down with a smirk on his face. He look directly at Warrior ignoring Rage completely.

“Do not bother. He does not know anything. He is talking to be talking.” Rage turned to him. Intellect smiled. Reverse psychology.

“You think your so smart but, you do not remember anything. None of you do.”

“But, you do?”

“More than you.”

“Show us if you really do.”

“Fine!” Rage closed his eyes as images formed in everyone’s heads.

A spaceship malfunction. Oxygen level dropping, running out of air. Blacking out as the ship approached. The same man in the picture Vegeta drew was flashed before everyone’s eyes. The was all the images Rage had to offer.

“So I do know him.”

“It seems so.” Intellect said for no apparent reason.

“Well, I think you Rage.” Rage just growled for no real reason. Vegeta ignored him making Rage even madder. “Everyone can go back to their business now.”

“Yes master!” Vegeta ignored Sarcasm as he moved back to the real world.

“Bye. Come visit again so we can play we need three for Malneeds.” Happiness said waves with his double Joy next to him.

“Like I would pay Malneeds with the likes of you two.” Vegeta said to himself heading towards the light.

X)(X

Vegeta opened his eyes. Again that was a short trip but, he got what he needed. It wasn’t much but, it was a start and, all he had to go on. According to the clock by the bed in was noon. He was still tried but, he always was. But, there was no need to sleep now.

He would only wake up or be awakened by something or someone. Moving out of bed Vegeta moved out of the room. There was no training today to keep with tradition of his people. Two Earth days almost equaled one. Normal he didn’t care too much but, it was special to him. More so to him than too other Saiyans.

Vegeta launched himself over the rail and landed softly on the floor. He was restless with this new information but, he didn’t know what to do with it. There was nothing he really would do with it but, still. He almost wanted to leave this planet and avoid this Grandfather person. But, that was the coward’s way out.

He would stay and meet Grandfather head on. No one messed with his head in any way and got away with it. That still bothered him though. With all his defenses, he couldn’t stop him at all.

“Vegeta, I thought you were asleep.”

“I wish I was, but I am not.” Vegeta stopped in front of the balcony doors. He arms crossed and legs shoulder with apart. He kinda looked like his old self. Besides the height and weight differences.

Bunny Briefs walked out holding a tray of drinks. Tea, coffee, and soda for the two boys. She was always a pleasant hostess. He turned to her newest guest with the same name as her daughter’s Husband. They all tried to explain it to her but, she never got it. So they stopped trying to correct her.

“Oh! You’re up! I have tea or juice or soda. Would you like something?”

“I require nothing. Do not concern yourself.”

“Oh you sure? I have practically every kind of drink known to man.” Vegeta didn’t move an inch from his position.

“I require nothing. Do not concern yourself.” He said again in the same tone and volume. He didn’t really seem to be listening to her and it also seemed that he was just saying that out of reflex.

“Okay, huh. If you change your mind just call.” That fact was lost to Mrs. Briefs but, not to everyone else in the room. Even Trunks and Goten could feel that something was off with there Saiyan Training teacher.

“Vegeta? Is there something going on?” Goku asked with his eyes narrowing on him.

Vegeta stood there was a moment longer before opening the door, for once manually this time. Vegeta turned over his shoulder.

“Grandfather said he is coming in two days. You might want to kill and skin a Gantuian beast and throw it on the hershold or set something on China or whatever you humans do for company.” Vegeta stepped out and flew off. He didn’t care if it was the middle of the afternoon. He never did.

Everyone started looking at each other but, Krillen broke the tension.

“Okay. What did we miss when we were gone?” Bulma sighed putting her face in her one hand.

“Were to begin?”

X)(X

According to the sun’s position in the sky in was something around one in the after noon. Vegeta did an warm-up routine. Vegeta know Kakorot was watching him but, he didn’t care. This procedure of punches, kicks, and flips calmed him down better than meditating ever did. Although he meditated more. Because doing this brought back too many memories and things that seemed like dreams.

XXX((((Flashback.

“Vegeta.” A voice rang out not hard away. “Ve-ge-ta.” The darkness went away as images started to flood his line of sight. A see-through barrier was in front of him. A woman with red hair and bright eyes blue was in front of the barrier on the other side. “That will be your name. Vegeta. Overused but, fitting. The others won’t work. Cloning DNA is impossible for Saiyans. The king refuses to listen still. He’ll know soon. You’re almost ready to come out of there.” She turned around looking around. “Soon my perfect one. Very soon your time in here will be up.” She turned and smiled. “Very soon.” She turned leaving him to sleep. He was almost ready to born and out of the birthing tank.

X)(X

Vegeta let that memory past without a hitch. He knew about his birthing process and half forbidden DNA that made his being complete. He didn’t care about that anymore. He was both better and worst than the normal saiyans. It didn’t faze him anymore.

Vegeta made a short jump, doing a spinning splits kick in mid air. Goku watched Vegeta go through the same routine three times. Vegeta had a different style of fighting. Things that looked like Jujitsu. The jumping retreat with the instant counterattack of an invisible enemy and, the step dodge where he moved one foot to avoid a coming attack and counter on the unguarded area. Plus he noticed Vegeta had done two moves that were taught in Judo. As Judo mostly consisted of throws and control techniques. Like the arm twist he had Trunks in and the wrist throw Vegeta did to him.

The other techniques were to foreign for him to recognized. Vegeta possible created his own style through the styles of other. Taking this and that and mixing into something else. Vegeta also would thrust his arm forward once in a while but, not in a fist. His hand was more like a claw. Like he was going to slash the enemy like an animal would.

Vegeta just stopped and turned looking Goku in the eyes. Vegeta put his fists on his hips giving Goku as amused but partly annoyed look.

“Are you going to sit on your tailless butt all day or you going to ask me to fight with you? Frankly, I am getting bored with this and angry with you!” Goku surprised but, got up and flew to the mountain top.

“You want to fight?”

“I though you would never ask.” Vegeta smirked darkly before pounced on Kakorot with a roar on his lips that sounded like a loin’s roar exactly. Vegeta was more animal than he Kakorot thought.

X)(X

The others looked through Vegeta’s drawing pad. Goku wasn’t the only one who though it wasn’t his works. They looked at it most carefully when I learned it was his. Krillen turned red at his drawing.

“As Krillen I been meaning to ask.” Bulma said unaware of his discomfort. “What is this scene? Vegeta draws what he sees.”

“Vegeta set traps for us in this forest. I got caught in one. A vine rapped around my wrist and I was nearly impaled by short wooden spikes. I guess he was above it somewhere. I didn’t see or sense him at all.” Krillen’s eyes were at the ground.

That went back to the one was grandfather on it. No answers came but, more questions piled on. Chi-Chi leaned forward a bit.

“He’s really good. You think he would do a portrait that I can sent to my father?” Everyone looked at Chi-Chi strangely.

“Doubtful Chi-Chi. Doubtful.”

“Maybe I’ll ask him.”

“I wouldn’t.”

X)(X

Vegeta landed hard on the ground. He didn’t move. Goku stayed on guard. Vegeta could be faking it or wake up in seconds. Vegeta opened his eyes sending Goku into the rock wall behind him. Goku pulled himself out and rushed back at him.

X)(X

“What’s up Piccolo?” He turned to Gohan to answer his question.

“Vegeta and Goku are fighting.”

“Blood fight or sparring?” Eighteen asked slightly curious.

“Don’t know but, Goku’s not in Super Saiyan so I think it’s not serious.” Piccolo thought about it more. “Then again he didn’t turn when we went after Vegeta earlier.” Krillen looked around at everyone.

“So . . . should we go?”

“That would be like taking food away from a hungry animal. You might lose a limb or two.” Bulma said joining the conversion. “These are Saiyans were talking about. They need to fight like we need to breath the air. Either one has really had a fight since the park incident.”

“What about Vegeta and the boys? Wasn’t that a fight?”

“I would have been if Vegeta wasn’t holding back and not just his Super Saiyan talents either. Trust me. They need this.”

X)(X

Vegeta pushed off the rock wall right into Kakorot knocking his back but, not down. Vegeta landed on his feet. He stared at Kakorot, eyes voided of life. Kakorot looked at his eyes. It reminded him of what Eighteen was talking about when she fought Vegeta before. Skills and techniques seemed to improve but, all joy of fight was lost. It was fighting a living robot. No emotions or feelings.

Vegeta took a deep breath and the live filled into his eyes. His stance relaxed slightly as he smiled but, not cruelly.

“Hate when that happens. Oh well.” Vegeta got back into fighting stance once again. “Are we fighting or do you give up?” Kakorot gave an almost evil smile and rushed at him.

X)(X

Two hours had pasted sense to two Saiyans were fighting. The ki’s were still high and in battle. They must had lots of pent up energy over the weeks here. Over the two hours Vegeta went back to the battle trance three more times. Each lasting more than the one before. Now both were breathing hard and sweat was running down there faces. Muscles were tried and losing strength.

“How about a short break, Vegeta?”

“What is the matter? I am wearing you out in your old age?”

“You’re older than . . . right forget.” Vegeta was older than him . . . in his older state. Vegeta chuckled softly.

“If you wish.” Goku smiled and sat down where he was standing a moment ago. Vegeta almost looked annoyed but, he went over to one of the undamaged boulders and sat down on it.

No one said anything. Only the wind made any noise for the longest time. Vegeta had his feet up on the boulder as his arms and head was on his knees. His fingers were twitching constantly. He looked like he had too much sugar by the way Vegeta was looking and moving around. He couldn’t settle down one bit.

“Come on! Let us go. I have better things to do.”

“It’s only been three minutes.”

“Like I care! You get up and fight or I’ll go blast the surround area around here until their only a crater left. Your choice!”

“Why are you so hyper?” Vegeta stood up almost insulted.

“Hyper! I am not hyper! I have better things to do that sit and stare into space like you! You may like to waste your time but, I do not.” Took a breath and stared at him calmly. “Which two is it going to be?” Goku got up looking him over.

“On one condition. If I get you to admit defeat. You have to tell me what is wrong. No fancy double talk. No word games.” Vegeta held him head up high.

“Fine. But, if you do. You have to . . . shut up for a week. No talking when I am in the room.”

“Didn’t know I bugged you that much.”

“Your voice is like what humans say ‘nails on a chalkboard.’ or something like that.” Goku winced at that insult. That noise hurt his ears.

“Fine. Deal.”

“Good now transform like the boys can.” Goku moved back.

“You know?”

“I felt you were holding back since our first fight. I thought it was because I was young and looked weak. That only made me madder.”

“Okay. How about you?” Vegeta narrowed his eyes.

“What are you getting it?” Goku metal kicked himself. Vegeta flashed red for a instant as he put the pieces together. “That old woman again. How dare you! Leave the past buried when it belongs!” Small rocks started floating and spinning around out of control before flying off like skewers in every direction. Vegeta had a hard time controlling his mental power when he got angry. Vegeta older either had his power under control better or Vegeta’s mental powers were also suppressed by the device his had in his neck.

Vegeta seemed to calm down as nothing else was floating or flying around. Face was back to stoic and body once tensed because of the battle stance.

“Let cut the chatter, shall we? Transform.” Goku did as he asked. Golden locks standing higher on his head and blueish-green eyes staring at him. Vegeta showed nothing on his face.

X)(X

Three hours since Vegeta left and the fight started between Goku and himself. They were starting to worry slightly. But, Bulma was bitting her perfectly manicured nail almost. Something was up with Vegeta. She didn’t know what to do for him.

“Goku’s turned Super Saiyan. Vegeta must have gotten under his skin.” Yamcha said to anyone that would listen. “Strange. Vegeta hasn’t turned yet. What is he waiting for?”

“He’s not going to turn, Yamcha. like he said to the flashback. He will not use that power he got at the experience of his friend’s death. Even if that is how for the most part is how the power comes to you.” Bulma said not even looking at him.

“What makes you think that? In the heat of battle anything can happen?”

“Because he would have turned with Freiza if he ever would but, that was before he made him forget.”

“That device made his forget that too?” He said confused. That was normal. He did come in late.

“Made him forget a lot of things. The others he hid from everyone else.” Yamcha decided to be quiet for a while.

X)(X

Vegeta slid across the ground. He was seeing stars in the daytime. He had himself to blame for this. He wanted to see Kakorot’s true power. He could even up the odds but, he would not do that while be tortured by Frieza. So there was no way he was going to do it here. He would rather lose and break his promise.

He smiled suddenly. Mr. Nice Prince was going to leave the building. Sayians were often described as animals. It was time to show how animal he could be.

Kakorot looked down Vegeta wasn’t moving. He was almost worried. That was about the time Vegeta leaped up but, crouched down on all fours. No longer keeping that part of him in check, Vegeta felt no pain from the previous blows. He started jumping up the rock cliff side of the mountain at Kakorot was above. He watched from above startled at the strange behavior.

“Vegeta what are you . .” Vegeta jumped off the cliff right at him. Feral eyes and fangs present and accounted for.

Small villages heard strange noises coming from the mountain that day. “Whoa! Hey! Ahh! Hey! No bitting! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Stop it! Hey! That doesn’t bend that way! Wooa! That hurts!”

X)(X

“Okay we should check on them.” Both ki fluctuated wildly out of control.

“Not a good idea.” Bulma said to Tien. “They . . . well I guess his not at the moment. But, they are fine. Goku won’t kill Vegeta and Vegeta promise not to kill anyone. Nether will do that so, quit worrying.” Bulma looked at everyone. “What is it about Vegeta being younger like this that scares all of you?” Everyone turned to her before turning back to each other. Tien answered her first.

“He partly knows how he is. We hardly know him at all. This version of Vegeta is too different than the one we know.” Eighteen added on.

“With techniques that none of us had ever seen before.” Krillen added on the last part.

“With a mental stability that is questionable at times.”

Bulma could understand their reasons but, one fact they left out. They plain and simple didn’t trust Vegeta. He that he was weaker than them for the most part they stayed closer and in groups. Sadly, she believe Vegeta could take them if he truly tried. He nearly did Sick as a dog.

X)(X

Vegeta was on the ground on all fours. Mouth open as blood run and dripped from his mouth. He was injured as badly as Kakorot was but, Vegeta felt no pain in this mind set. He would later though. Oh yes. Much pain later.

Kakorot looked like he got put thought a shredder. He had bites taken out of him literally. Vegeta stood up on two legs and rushed him. Vegeta was able to kick him in the stomach and plant his other foot under his chin. Kakorot grabbed him and power bombed him to the ground. Vegeta kicked Kakorot’s knee almost forcing it the wrong way. Vegeta was able to rolled between his legs and double axed him in the back. Kakorot rolled and fired his ki blasts. Vegeta’s sharp nails breached through his skin as he threw the blasts. Vegeta was blasted back but, his nails ripped through Kakorot skin as he went. A tortured cry followed as the blast hit his target. But, his target didn’t scream.

Vegeta fliped letting the blasts roll off him and used his nails to stop his flight. He put his feet to the ground once he stopped himself. Kakorot’s arm was laid open. Blood was dipping down his hand into the ground below. Vegeta let out a final growl before standing with his head in his hands. Goku watched confused. Before a word was said Vegeta looked back up. Eyes normal again.

“See you got familiar with my animal side.” Kakorot sneered angrily. Vegeta was unfazed by that. He smiled as he raised his blood spattered arm. He raised it to his mouth as he tongue tasted the flesh blood. Kakorot looked like he was going to be sick in the worst way. “Slightly bitter but, not too bad.” Kakorot was going to say something but, dizziness was taking over from the blood that was being lost. “Admit defeat yet?”

“No!”

“Suit yourself.” Pain started to flare in every pore in his body. In was used to the pain though. He could handle it for the moment. But, he could do without the headache.

The stopped the recognized the painful feeling. It was him again trying to get into his mind. His body was so sensitive at the moment he could feel him now. Vegeta put both hands to his head. He wasn’t going to let it happening again. This grandfather was not going to get a foot hold this time. Vegeta went down on one knee putting his head down.

Goku watched. Vegeta was in pain but, not physical. Goku powered down and used his ki to stop the bleeding on his arm by sering the skin closed. Once done he went over to Vegeta. This was a lot like Bobidi’s possession. Goku bent down and light touched his head. He felt something trying to push it’s way through the barriers. Vegeta was clawing the ground shaking his head.

“No! You are not getting through. Not this time! I will not let you!” Vegeta screamed that to the top of his lungs. Vegeta’s hair was flicking back and forth from yellow to black every couple of seconds. Vegeta used all his reminding energy and pushed both Grandfather and Goku out of his mind. Goku yelped as fresh pain coarsening through his head.

Whatever Vegeta did. It worked. Vegeta not longer seemed to be in mental pain. He was breathing hard but, that was all. Goku put two and two together.

“He got into your mind. You couldn’t stop him the first time. You tried and failed. That was the reason you were like that. You were in shock that he got past all your defenses the first time. That is it, isn’t it?” Vegeta just looked at him.

“Your not as dumb as you look.” Vegeta stood in weak legs but, stood all the same. “Well, you get what you wanted. I take it that the fight is over for now.” Vegeta walked slowly to the left. No real destination was planned.

“Vegeta wait. Let me take you up the Dende to get healed up.”

“I rather heal on my own.”

“Come on Vegeta.”

“I rather heal on my own!” Vegeta said louder.

“Okay, fine. Have it your way. I’m going.”

“Then go already.” Goku put two fingers to his head and went. Vegeta couldn’t be more pleased with that. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts at the moment.

X)(X

Everyone was on edge as they felt Vegeta almost turn Super Saiyan off and on. Then both of him just stopped. It was weird. They felt Vegeta move on from the area and Goku went to Dende’s. The fight was over finally. They would get the details from Goku when he came back from Dende. That wouldn’t be too long.

Goku appeared by Chi-Chi minutes later and was bombarded with questions. Goku was tempted to faze back out of there.

“One at a time please. I can’t understand you.”

“Okay what was going on there. Vegeta almost turned Super Saiyan. He said he never would do that again. So what happened?” Goku sighed rubbing his head a bit.

“The reason Vegeta was acting so weird was because that Grandfather person got into his mind. Vegeta’s mind is protected and such. To him getting in there without his permission shouldn’t happen. But, when it did. He couldn’t understand it. While we are fighting Grandfather tried again to get in there. Vegeta was able to fight him off this time. While he was doing so he almost turned Super without realizing it.”

“Is he okay now?” Bulma asked as concern was written all over her face.

“Yeah. He didn’t want to be healed though. He said he rather heal on his own. I think he wanted to get away from everyone at the moment.” Bulma nodded. Vegeta didn’t like to be crowded at all.

Goku sat down tired and sore still. Mrs. Briefs brought him his favorite sport drink. He thanked for and sat it on the table.

“So . . . who was winning before the grandfather thing.” Goku laughed.

“Hard to say. It was like Vegeta felt no pain and kept coming for more. By the way. When Vegeta said he had an animal side to him. He was no close to kidding. That was freaky. He was taking bites out of me and ripping my skin with his nails. I thought I was going to pass out from the loss of blood for a minute there.” No one verbally responded to that remark.

X)(X

It was the evening when Vegeta came back. He was feeling tried but, better than before. He walked the entire way back. Walking helped him clear his head and helped him think. Reaching C.C. grounds, he walked to the back and jumped up the building. He came in through window of his room and out of the door. He again jumped over the railing and went back past the stairs. The others turned to see him go. He was heading towards the animal safe house again. It was the one place he felt mostly at peace on this planet.

Vegeta went through the door seeing his two favorite one in the clearing. He moved towards them and they moved to meet him. The tiger put her massive claw on his chest and rubbed her head against his neck. Vegeta petted her down her back before moved her paws off his chest. The nails were started to irritate him a little.

“I am tried and slightly injured. So I will be sleeping here tonight.” Vegeta smiled stroking her head. Vegeta went to his favorite tree and jumped up it. Laying down with his head away from the truck he slept. He was perfectly balanced on the thin looking branch.

X)(X

It was the morning. Vegeta actually slept through the night, that was nearly an impossible task for him. It was six o’clock were he started to stir.

“Vegeta! Vegeta wake up.” Vegeta just growled and rolled over somehow staying on the thin branch still. Goten’s voice was starting to annoyed him and not just because he was trying to wake him up.

“Yeah. Come on! It’s time for training. The holiday is over right. Two of our days for one of yours. Come on let’s go.” Vegeta stood up tricked off.

“Okay! fine! You want to train! How about I train you to run for your lives before I end them.” His voice was two hairs away from maniac mode. The boys gulped. Vegeta was in a bad mood. And not any bad mood.

“Every half saiyan for himself!” Trunks ran first and Goten was on his heels. Vegeta jumped down out of the tree and ran after them. He make sure they would never do that again.

The boys ran into the front room trying to find a place to hide. The others looked at them confused. Both ran to the closet hoping Vegeta would figure that they went outside.

“We were never here!” Trunks said closing the closet door. Everyone sweatdropped.

“Um. Maybe it’s hide and seek?” Krillen said trying to put a reason behind this.

“When I find you I going to make roast ail half-breeds!” Vegeta yell reached their ears.

“Or not.” Eighteen said to her husband’s respond. Vegeta walked in eyes wild and angry. He made a beeline for the closet without missing a step.

A twin scream made Vegeta smile cruelly. He grabbed them both my the front of their shirts. They smile nicely as if it would help.

“It would have been smart if you split up . . . or lower your power levels.” Vegeta throw them to the ground. “You have ten minutes. Run!” Both got up and ran out the door trying to get away as fast as they could. Vegeta just laughed and walked back to animal house.

“What was that about!” Both Chi-Chi and Bulma yelled in alarm.

“They. Woke. Me. Up. You do not that unless you have a death wish. It makes me cranky and irritated.” Vegeta turned the corner leaving the group stunned.

“All that because they woke him up? Is he always like that?”

“Yes. But, he wakes before most do. So that is not a problem.”

X)(X

Hours passed and the boys were still hiding. They were in a cave with their kis lowered and suppressed. They were in constant fear of Vegeta showing up. They kinda wished he would a put a end to the tension.

X)(X

Vegeta was again watching the thing called televison. It seemed like a waste of time but, strangely addicting. In was watching the sport were they wear gliding on ice with weapons in there hands. One slammed another against the wall and a fight ensued. Vegeta got highly interested then. This guy in stripes broke them up. Vegeta’s interest plumped.

“Well that was pointless.” Vegeta turned the channel every couple of seconds. He was getting bored with this. His turned to a music video channel. The song was fast pace and a little hard. Vegeta rather liked it.

Circling your, circling your, circling your head,
Contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I’m out
See you later
I see your fantasy, You want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, Inside of our heads
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re Headstrong
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can’t give everything away
I won’t give everything away

Conclusions manifest, your first impressions got to be your very best
I see you’re full of shit, and that’s alright
That’s how you play, I guess you’ll get through every night
Well now that’s over
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah) Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re Headstrong
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can’t give everything away
I won’t give everything away

I know, I know all about. I know, I know all about. I know, I know all about
I know, I know all about your motives inside, and your decision to hide

Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re Headstrong
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can’t give everything away
I won’t give everything away

Vegeta listened to the song and it’s words. From some reason it made him think about a lot of things. He was headstrong and he would take anyone on. This was not were he belonged either. But, with his home gone this was as good as anyplace to be. He wasn’t sure why he was thinking about this. Another song come on before Vegeta could think about turning the televison off.

A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
I cry out to God

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Hiding hate that burns inside

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We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
We're all held captive.
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
I cry out to God
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time

Vegeta listened on. Why he was listening to this or why it was effecting him why beyond him. Both songs almost seemed to reach out it him. Vegeta turned the televison off and walked out of the room into the kitchen.

Everyone was outside the house, leaving him and the father of the blue haired one inside. Vegeta felt alone. He got so used to the others that without them around he felt like things were missing. He emotions were churned up again. Because of the songs because of the message Grandfather gave him. He didn’t know. He almost wanted to go up to Korn’s place again. But, he decided against that. He nearly broke his word as he thought about killing the sword wielder up there.

Vegeta jumped up on the counter and looked inside. Mrs. Briefs wasn’t kidding. Every drink and mixes were in there. Including herbal tea.

Vegeta heated the water on the pot on the stove and waited for it to boil. Waiting was annoying but, it tasted better when you let to water boil natural than flash boiling it. Waiting until to nearly lost his mind the tea pot started to whistle. Grabbing a large cup instead of a tea cup Vegeta placed the tea bag on the side of the cup and poured the hot water on it.

Vegeta bobbed the tea bag up and down the cup. He liked his tea strong and straight. He never put anything else in it. It killed the taste. Vegeta turned off the stove and walked out of the room with his cup. Vegeta floated upstairs to his room.

Vegeta set the cup on the dresser by his bed. Vegeta stared at the ceiling doing nothing for a change. Vegeta off the bed, grabbing his drink he moved to sat on the floor next to the wall. He put his legs up and put his arms and head on top of the again.

He brought legs down and grabbed his drink and downed the whole thing but, when inside he mind. He was going to trance out for a while.

X)(X

Everyone come back after there little outings. Everyone was cooped up for to long. Eighteen went shopping meaning Krillen did too. Tien and friend trained for a while, Chi-Chi and Bulma went to a café, Yamcha, Goku, and Gohan had a three way spar and Piccolo said he was going to the tower. He was the last of the group to get back not including Mrs. Briefs.

Bulma noticed the looks on some of their faces. The place was as the left it. They possible expected a mess or something. It almost made her laugh. The boys came back fearing an attack or something. They decided to stay when there was witnesses.

Vegeta snapped out of it and noticed the ki down stairs. He grabbed his empty cup and headed downstairs. The two kids felt him coming and ducked down. Vegeta went to the kitchen and placed his cup in the sink before coming back. Vegeta sat down next to Bulma after he pushed Yamcha back with his mind a bit.

“So. What brings you here?” Bulma asked since Vegeta hardly would stay in the same room with a whole lot of people.

“No reason.”

“Okay.” Vegeta laughed once and sat there. Trunks and Goten were squirming around. Whispering to each other.

“You ask him!” Trunks said

“No you do it!” Goten countered.

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“You!”

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“One of you better ask me better I get angry.” Vegeta said calmly although he wanted to remove both of their vocal cords.

“Yes sir!” Both said in unison. Both played a quick game of rock, paper, scirrors. Trunks showed paper and Goten showed rock. Trunks won. Goten gulped and turned to Vegeta.

“Um. You not going to roast us or anything, are you?” Vegeta looked at him for a few moments before responding.

“What?” Goten blinked before trying again.

“You know. You said we had ten minutes and such after we woke you up in the inside forest area.” Vegeta understood then.

“Oh right.” Vegeta yawned a little before looking back at them. “. . . . . I just forgot about you two.” Both Trunks and Goten hunched forward with stock on their faces. Mouths open and flapping in the wind.

“We were hiding a cave for a half a day and you didn’t even try to find us?”

“I did not even leave the house. Like I said I forgot about you two. If it makes you feel better I can beat you now. If that is the problem.”

“No, no, no! That’s okay!” Both said in unison again.

“We are going to my room now, bye!” Trunks grabbed Goten ran upstairs all the way.

Vegeta shrugged and leaned into Bulma. He grabbed her arm lightly and held on to it. Just like he did before his mind shut down for a short time but, different in a way that Bulma could put her finger on. Everyone else was statues looking at that. Vegeta didn’t show affection in pubic. Some were sure he didn’t show affection period.

Vegeta suddenly stood up and went upstairs.

“I am good to bed, goodnight.”

“I think you might have hit his head too hard, Goku.” He put hand behind his head grinning slightly.

X)(X

Vegeta reached his room. He heard what Bulma said to Kakorot. He was almost in agreement with that statement. That was so un-like him. He liked the blue-haired woman and he couldn’t deny that. His emotions were starting to show it. He had to stop that. No matter what they said, he was a walking death sentence with or without Frieza or his father around him.

He said the deaths didn’t matter to himself so many times but. He never believed it. He couldn’t freeze over or rip out the last bit of his heart. What Bulma said that night was right on the money. He still had a purity inside him he couldn’t kill no matter how hard or what he tried.

Why she wasn’t dead yet if they were together, so close confused him a little. But, he didn’t know how close they really were. Yet, how she was always there to try and comfort or calm him down. He figured they were closer than he normally would admit ever. Nothing made sense to him. All the rules and guidelines he set for himself where throw out the airlock by this.

He was showing affection in the front room. He was almost in a dream when he did it. He latched onto her arm and pressed himself against it. He was so close to purring too. Thankful that he didn’t though. He wasn’t an animal . . . fully. Just in part but, which was only part of who he was.

But, not only was he fond of Bulma but, he also was growing fond of the boys. He was starting to like Trunks as much as Goten now too. This was not because of the family thing either. He was somewhat impressive when he really worked at it.

Trunks. His second genetic code at work. Vegeta got his hands on the old reports. They didn’t want any mistakes or errors in mass producing perfect engineered Saiyans once he was ‘born’. He was what you would call the testing dummy in a way. To see if he would keep stable in the years following or go insane. They wanted to keep that under control and produce them themselves once the so called ‘testing’ was complete.

So the doctors implanted a second normal strain of DNA inside his reproductive organs. It was his DNA without the altered genes and Talmaish’s part inside. Kinda like putting his DNA through a strainer, sort of speak. So any offspring would not be as strong as the engineered one. It was brilliant in a way and partly evil in another.

But, he was glad. He did not want anyone else to go through this. It was not easy. His mind was always on the brink of going over the edge. There was always some mental pain as the two sides clashed. They never agreed much on anything.

Vegeta pushed all that from his mind. He would dwell later. Things were always bad when it involved him. Bad luck seemed to follow him like a little black cloud above his head that rained torment. Vegeta went to the window looking at the again full moon. Many new reports and such were on that very subject. He had the fleeting idea that grandfather was reasonable for it. It wasn’t a bad theory in theory but, he didn’t know for sure.

The day after tomorrow he was suppose to show up. He both wanted to rip him a new one but, at the same time he wanted to run far, far away. The feeling was getting stronger the closer that day came. The uneasy feeling was making Vegeta angry. But, everything made him angry these days.

Vegeta opened the drawer again and pulled out the neckless again. The look of the metal and the stone inside calmed him down for reason unknown. He looked at the chain length. It looked to be a choker like. He mind went to how it would look on a person. The person though he mind kept choosing was Bulma.

He shook his head hard and throw the thing back in the drawer. He shut it with his mind and throw himself on the bed, covering his head.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it.” He didn’t need this right now. Another thought hit him all the sudden. Strangely, he didn’t think about it until now. It was not a coincidence. He knew it. It was all planned for a reason. The same day Grandfather was coming was the same day he was four hundred magclicks. Or on earth here, his ninth year anniversary of his birth.

X)(X

Bulma sent off the last of Gohan’s school work. He finally caught up and was going back to class so he didn’t have to go through that again. It was the weekend though. Now Gohan got a little break. A small one but, one was better than nothing.

X)(X

Vegeta was tried but, not sleepy. He was going through his chest to see if there was anything in there that would help him understand his older self. He found his old pay card. There was nothing but, what equaled a buck or two on it. A sick joke from Frieza. He paid the others warriors but, said ‘since you Saiyans have no where to go. You Saiyans will work for me with free food and board.’ He forgot to say free beating, unneeded surgeries, and free medical problems. Frieza made it sound like they had a choice.

Why Frieza wanted him. He wasn’t sure but, if Nappa and Radditz weren’t there he would have easily left and disappeared in the worlds of space so that Freiza would never find him. Even if he used all his resources to do so. He knew how to work the system. Well maybe if only Nappa was there but, not Radditz. He was innocent of all the wrong doings on the planet. He couldn’t leave him there no matter what. His princely pride won’t let him leave him.

Throwing everything back in there. Nothing seemed to be here that could help him remember anything about his past or future or whatever everyone was calling it. It was a long shot but, there could have been for all he knew. Vegeta put every thing back except his pay card inside his glove for the moment and shut the chest. An idea crossed his mind when he saw the card. It was time to take what was his. Standing up he walked back going back to the lab’s computer.

Why a building needed so many lab like areas was the question. There was the med. ward room, the lab here on the second floor. And second lab like area on the first floor. It was mostly locked all the time but, Vegeta caught a glimpse in there once or twice. Most chemistry sets and things. No machines like the other lab upstairs.

Vegeta opened the door surprised to find no one in there and especially not Dr. Briefs. Going to the computer Vegeta started typing. Hacking across galaxies was a hard skill to master. Vegeta hacked into a human satellite mainframe and directed the information west. Back to Frieza’s favorite planet. Planet Frieza one. It light years were many and would take forever the normal way.

Luckily for him, Vegeta knew more about these things than most species. Lucky some planets closer than Planet Frieza number One had one foot in the door to there database. And other planets had a foot hold there too. Vegeta had a bit of a computer trail but, it beat waiting for two-hundred maybe more years.

X)(X

Mrs. Briefs came back with five bags filled with clothes. The thing was they were all small boys clothes. Before they could ask, Mrs. Briefs was rambling on.

“Oh. I found these cute outfits and shoes. I so hope the little Vegeta likes them. But, I been wondering. Where is big Vegeta at? He been gone for a long time.” Bulma closed her eyes. Her mother had a kind of crush on Vegeta since the Namekics were here.

One of her famous line, ‘what am I saying? I’m a married woman.’ When she was talking about him. She never seemed to have gotten over it.

“He’ll return soon. He’s closer than you think.”

“I hope so. Well anyway.” Mrs. Briefs picked up out shirt and hold it out. “Isn’t cute?” It was blue with yellow ducks on it. Everyone tried not to laugh as they imaged it in there minds of what Vegeta would look like in it. Funny how everyone saw Vegeta chained to a wall or chair with a ki collar or restrain on with the maddest look on his face.

Mrs. Briefs didn’t understand why everyone was laughing for. It could not be the nice shirt. It was too cute

X)(X

Vegeta was tapping his fingers waiting for the connection. Frieza tried to save money everywhere except on himself. This was why the connection was so slow. Frieza didn’t manage it for the most part, so he didn’t care on the wait. Vegeta stopped tapping and started typing again. The screen flashed and a weird screen showed up. Vegeta pulled his card out of his glove. Memorizing the information, he went through the files.

This computer made it hard to go through the files but, it would have to due. Vegeta was committed now. He was going to due this if it took until the sun exploded. Due to being on a slow and alien computer this was going to take ten times longer than normally needed. It couldn’t be helped. But still, it was annoying.

X)(X

Mrs. Briefs pulled out everything she brought for ‘little Vegeta’. Maybe the two pieces in the whole pile he ‘might’ wear. Probably not though.

“Is Vegeta asleep? I wanted to see some of these outfits on him. He only seems to wear a couple of things.” Bulma somewhat smiled.

“A little while ago.”

“Oh. Too bad. Tomorrow then.” She picked up all the articles and went to her room. Bulma fretted the whole Tomorrow thing.

“Her heart is in the right place but, Vegeta’s isn’t going to be.”

X)(X

Vegeta calmed himself down. He was still growling though. He was almost done but, the last leg was the hardest. He put the card on the table. If he did this right the card would glow a for second and the money was be wired to his account. Then Vegeta could make a human account if he wished.

He stopped typing, thinking about that. He wait on that. Who knew if he would stay here. What ever happened Vegeta would deal with that later. This here, did not even matter really but he was going to follow through.

Vegeta used the mouse to click in his password and card numbers. The screen was usual a touch screen but, was made incase you were on a planet with less technology. You could still get in there. It was accepted but, not came the tricky part. The withheld account from Frieza vault. He knew Freiza’s numbers. Frieza thought he was stupid and left them in plain sight when you knew were to look. But, his password was different for every account in there.

Vegeta leaned back slightly and thought about this. No doubt it was something demeaning and disrespectful. One phase stuck out at him. ‘Guliadni’ or roughly translated ‘Monkey prince’ he hated that and Frieza loved to called him that. Everyone wore translators and that ship. They kinda had too. Except for him.

Without Frieza noticing Vegeta sold his to the highest bibber on a off world planet after he learned Icejin. He got a good price. He got enough to feed him and the other Saiyan’s for a few weeks and got enough water to last until the next ration came. It as all under Frieza’s nose and he never saw it. It was almost funny really.

Snapping back to the present, Vegeta clicked in the word and hoped that was it. Accepted. Vegeta smiled and clicked to open file. Vegeta couldn’t believe he made that much until he remember this was twenty years worth and felt cheated. Ignoring that Vegeta began the transfer. He turned to his card and waited. The glow started and stopped as soon as it began. It was complete. He hoped all that trouble has had to go through. The change of currency won’t only equal a pack of gum.

Looking back that the screen Vegeta noticed the Nappa’s and Raddits accounts were transferred to him on the account of there deaths. Vegeta clicked on their’s and his card glowed a second time. His account and the other Saiyan’s account were empty now.

He could empty out Frieza’s account but, he really didn’t want anything more to do with him and he wasn’t a thief. He powering down the transfer and pushing the connection back to earth.

Deleting all traces of the hacking, Vegeta set the computer back on standby and jumped off the stool. Taking his card, he tucked it back under his glove. Vegeta was intent on trying to get some sleep tonight. Opening the door finding Piccolo on the other side he knew sleep would wait for a few minutes give or take.

Piccolo looked at him with questioning eyes. They were sturdy, stoic and rough. Vegeta almost felt that he was a kindred spirt in a way. Almost Saiyan. If he didn’t have green skin, pointy ears, and tailless body, Vegeta would consider him a honorary Saiyan brother. Not that he would tell him that.

“What were you doing in there, Vegeta?” Vegeta decided to have a little fun.

“Looking for a cure for your face.” Vegeta eyes went wide with a mocking innocents. “Oh wait. I forget.” Vegeta smirked evilly pointing at him. “You always look like this. My mistake.” Sarcasm was dripping from his mouth in rivers on that comment. Piccolo narrowed his eyes.

“Like you would win any beauty contest yourself?” A questionable look pasted Vegeta’s features for a moment before he recovered for the most part.

He was still confused at Piccolo’s weird response to his evil comment though. He was expecting anger or something.

“Knowing my luck, I would. But, why would I want to? On the battlefield you want to look as far away from beautiful or cute as Saiyanly possible. It can not helped sometimes though but, still.” Long, sharp nails were clenching green palms.

“Don’t change the subject.” Vegeta looked at him with bored eyes that had a small glimmer of sarcastic amusement.

“I do not want to talk about your face anymore, Namekic. It is enough to get me nightmares. And I have plenty without your help thank you very much.” Vegeta smiled as Piccolo tensed up angry but, kept in control somehow. Vegeta only had a tried tone but, it was easy to see him was being as sarcastic as he possible could be.

“I didn’t mean that, Ve-ge-ta!”

“I am so glad, Pic-co-lo!” Vegeta said mocking the way he was talking. Vegeta somehow could get under his skin like a parasite.

“Are you going to tell me or not?” Vegeta gave him the dullest look he was able to muster. He’s patience’s with this conversion was gone.

Although it lasted longer than he thought it would though. Piccolo didn’t bug him as bad as some of the others did. He kinda remained him of Bardock in a way. When he wasn’t be scientific.

“What do you think? Now leave me alone before I see if ‘everything’ grows back on you or not.” The tone was calm and slow. Like he was describing the weather to him.

Before he could respond, Vegeta pushed him out of the way and went to his room without another word. Piccolo wanted to hurt him or grab him to make him tell him why he was in there but, Vegeta wasn’t the one to be joking around about ripping limbs off.

He looked inside the lab. Nothing was broke or disturbed. Whatever he was doing didn’t seem destructive. But, seeming didn’t mean it wasn’t though.

X)(X

It was five o’clock and Vegeta had been up for a bit. He was as tried as he always was but, sleeping any more was out of the question. He got out of bed and opened the window. He was a few days since he eaten last. It was time again.

Vegeta was craving something but, he didn’t know what. He didn’t want to think about it either. Jumping out the window he went to the forest area to do some hunting. Hoping the incident not overly long ago didn’t scare the prey to a new area.

X)(X

Inside C.C. Mrs. Briefs was up and waiting for the other early riser in this household. She wanted him to as least try on a few new outfits she gotten him. She was making bacon and eggs on pancakes with waffles on top. Just the way Saiyan’s like them. Omelets with everything but, the kitchen sink in them. She couldn’t wait for Vegeta to come down.

X)(X

The sun was still down but, the moon had lost it’s glow. It was like the sky was trying to make up his or her mind if the night was over or not. He was up in a tree tracing his latest prey. He seemed to have left some deers after his primal eating frenzy not long ago.

Vegeta moved down a branch to see his prey better. It was eating some of the taller grass by the smaller trees. Vegeta couldn’t pounce on it just yet. To many things in the way. The deer started to move on and Vegeta saw his chance to attack.

X)(X

Trunks and Goten were eating a couple stacks of pancakes and three omelets. It was a light breakfast before training. Eat too heavy and a few kicks to the stomach would make them lose it. They have fifteen minutes to eat and get to the mountain top area. Didn’t want to get Vegeta mad again. Nobody deserved the treatment of Vegeta’s anger when mad or annoyed.

X)(X

Vegeta washed off the blood. He was still hungry but, he was still craving something. But, it had to wait. Training time was about to start. Taking to the skies, he made a beeline for the mountain top. Flying made his thoughts take a back seat a bit. Strangely, he always kinda wondered what it would be like to fly on wings instead of ki. It was a weird thought but, he still wondered what it would be like. He rode on a dragon’s head and a bird’s back. Flying on ki and riding on an animal were highly different.

Landing on the flat top on the mountain Vegeta sat down on his favorite boulder that somehow never seemed to be hit or smashed during the sparring and fights. He looked up at the sky. He had to put this Grandfather person out of his mind for the moment. He needed no detractions. He was a warrior and always fought at his best despite the outside world.

“I think I will try something different today. The boys need a bit more control . . . of all kinds. It is pathetic in a way.” He felt their kis coming but, still a bit away. “This is going to be a long day. I just know it.” Vegeta sighed and locked his emotions and feelings away for the moment. He wanted to be as clearheaded as possible.

X)(X

“Vegeta? Can I ask you something?” Vegeta opened his eyes. The boys were suppose to be mediating but, Goten wasn’t doing so.

“What?” Goten could tell Vegeta was annoyed.

“How come you float when mediating? You start on the ground but, later you are in the air.” Vegeta thought about telling Goten to cram his question but, it was innocent enough.

“It is a way to let people know how far in I am. Going to deep can sometimes cause comas. When I got over ten feet off the ground someone could pull me back when I was younger. It is only a habit now since I can control it. If you are done. Back to mediation unless you like me to demonstrate a new technique?”

“Cool.”

“On you?”

“Not so cool.” Goten looked his eyes and tried to due as Vegeta ‘asked’ him to do. He wasn’t getting the hang of it though.

Vegeta watched them. Mediation didn’t agree with everyone. It was a sign of a lack of discipline and mental strength. Trunks was doing better than he thought he would but, not by much though. Both though were a tab hyperactive. That made it harder. Goten only seemed to do will at this when he had his emotions running through him.

“Well, this is not working to well for you boys. Your concentration is lacking. Let us mix this up a little.” Vegeta put his feet on the ground. “You familiar with this kind of attack?” Vegeta formed a ki attack simpler to Krillen’s destructo disk. Both boys nodded. “Good. You know how to form it?” Both nodded again. “Do it.” Like well trained soldiers they did so. “Okay. You will be catching each others’. This will help both of you with concentration. Pain and death are great motivators.” Vegeta smirked cruelly. Both boys gulped hard. They both seen with this attack could do and the smile could strike fear into the hearts of people a mile away.

Both moved to different sides of the mountain and readied themselves. Vegeta smiled proudly as his students were showing no fear even if it was coming off them in rolls. Vegeta had to concentrate. This was dangerous but, his mental abilities were going to keep the disks stable for the most part but, they had to really try.

Both launched the attack as each other. Both put their hands out to catch the other’s attack but, pushed their forward. The double effort was straining a bit. Using their ki like a shield to stop the attack, that could slice a mountain in two at bay.

He turned his attention to Trunks for a moment. He was leaning heavy forward. That wasn’t good. You could get your head sliced off that way if not careful. He was really trying. So he get points for heart but, lost twice as many for technique and being stupid in battle.

He turned to Goten. His technique was the same. If they were going to lean into the attack. If they were going to do that, one leg should be brought forward to correct their balance. He looked at the position of his hands. One behind the other in a cris-cross fashion. It was one of the many ways you could do it. Trunks had his hand together like forming a wall. Neither way was wrong or better than the other.

He personally let a small space between his hands were his thumbs met. He used that space to use his eye laser attack and such into the blast to weaken it or disable it completely depending but, that was him.

He boys were mentally and physically tiring out. So was Vegeta holding the both blasts back a bit. If it was one he wouldn’t have no problem but, splitting his focus like this made it three times harder. Vegeta mentally was wearing thin. This had to stop.

“Get rid on them now!” As the others focus stopped pushing forward both easy throw the disks into the sky. Vegeta could relax and mentally noted not to do that again for a while. That was draining.

“You okay?” Goten asked him. Vegeta was confused.

“Why?

“Your bleeding.” Vegeta didn’t need to know where. He knew.

“Fine. It happens.” Vegeta turned and wiped his nose and used a pressure point on the bridge of his nose to stop the bleeding.

He would have to take it off soon. Vegeta looked up at the sky seeing it was about earth time noon. Training was about over. He decided to cut them loose a few minutes early. “Well hopefully that helped your focus. It could be too much worse. Dismissed.” Both Trunks and Goten shrugged and flew out of there. Vegeta stayed behind.

Vegeta sat down as his headache take a turn for the worse. He undid the pressure point and leaned his head down. Small streams of blood come down on the rocky mountain top. It didn’t last long as drips started after. This happened when he was training the first time in telekinetic powers. His brain was relieving pressure. With split focus and concentration strain on it. It just made this happen five times faster than it normally would.

Most telekinetic power and their uses were made for short bursts only. Stop use again, stop use again and hold and throw. Long term like what he just did and longer, took years and years and practice and pain staking training of the mind.

Yet, most died from hemorrhages to the brain or loss of blood. Vegeta was way past beginner but, no where near that level. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to train to that level with the level of success and dangers of trying. He hadn’t decided yet. To do so or if he could survive the training other died from. He all ready done a handful of techniques deadly to learn and to use.

Long minutes it finally quit and his headache stopped. He smiled and walked to the edge of the mountain over looking the land. He pushed off into the air flying to the waterfall area he was at not to long ago.

X)(X

Vegeta sat on the top of the water fall looking over the edge. It wasn’t all that big of a waterfall. He seen much bigger. Gray waters came to mind. There was only one as back home as nature was slowly being taken away for more technically things. Vegeta slowed the reproduction of these when he could. But, only one person couldn’t stop it. Even if it was the prince. It was the will of the people. Not that really mattered in the end.

Vegeta shake his head. He didn’t need this. Things he didn’t want to remember he did. He didn’t understand why some stayed and others went.

“Why could I not be a blank slate. I could rebuild life anew.” Vegeta thought on that. He shook his head. “No. Knowing me I would have tried everything to get them back since I didn’t know how bad it was. Without my memories I believe I would still be stubborn and headstrong.” Headstrong? Headstrong. I’ll take you on. Headstrong to take on anyone. I know that you are wrong and this is not were you bel . . . Ahh! I got that stupid song struck in my head! That is the last thing I need. Vegeta sighed standing up and dived off the waterfall. With the grace of a olympic driver Vegeta went into the water with barely a splash.

The water was cold. It felt good. The water made him shiver a little were others were freeze. The lake area was only about ten feet deep. It was man made. It was to round to be made by naturally. The river running from it was natural. He could tell by looking. The fish here weren’t here naturally either. There were stocked and there bred. There were a few small villages around here. The fish would have plenty of time to bred and this ‘lake’ wouldn’t need to be restocked.

He felt Kakorot’s ki on the edge of the lake. Why couldn’t he just go away for a while. Kakorot was around his lately like a second tail. Vegeta smiled and get comfortable on the lake bottom. He wanted to see what Kakorot would do.

Goku felt Vegeta’s ki in the lake. But, he was down there a long time. Ten minutes or so. He’s ki was still strong. He was confused. He decided to wait Vegeta out but, kept a good check on Vegeta’s ki. If it dropped, he would be on him in a second.

It was fifteen minutes and Vegeta’s lungs were starting to burn. He wasn’t planning to stay under so he didn’t fill his lungs all the way. Vegeta pushed off the muddy lake floor and headed to the surface. He broke the water breathing in the precious air.

“Vegeta?” Vegeta looked at him breathing hard and fast. He eyes were boring through Goku like a knife through better.

“Kakorot.” Vegeta said as a statement, not a question.

X)(X

“Goku?” Chi-Chi called. “Goku! Where are you?” Chi-Chi was starting to fume. Every time he would just run off without a word. It annoyed her so much. It was lucky that she loved that man, otherwise she would beat him to death with her frying pan collection.

X)(X

“What do you want now?” Vegeta said still floating on top of the water as he breath calmed down. He needed to rest after the telekinetic overload. It would be hours before his body would recover. Annoying but there was nothing he could do about it. He always had a habit of pushing himself a little to far at times. Either if there was or wasn’t a choice in the matter.

“I felt that something is wrong. I think it might be . . .”

“What are you tell me this? I want to be left alone! Go away!” Vegeta took a three deep breaths and went back under water again. Goku huffed a bit and decided to wait him out. He couldn’t stay under there forever.

X)(X

Nearly a half hour had passed and Vegeta didn’t move and his ki didn’t drop in the slightest. He has to have a air pocket somewhere down there. Goku flew above the water. The water was a tab murky but, he could make me Vegeta’s form. It was laying on the bottom of the lake like one would at the beach. Goku couldn’t believe that. Okay, maybe not.

Vegeta opened his eyes seeing Kakorot’s form above the lake. No doubt looking for him. The water wasn’t clear by any means. But, Kakorot could probably make off his body since he was out in the middle. His body was nearly out of time and out of air. He needed to surface and now. Vegeta pushed off the ground heading for the edge of the lake. Vegeta pulled himself out of the lake.

Strangely, he was voided of most energy. Him felt more than heard Kakorot land by him. Vegeta forced himself to stand and head held up high. He was trying to control his breathing. To make it look normal but, he was still breathing very hard.

Goku was going to say something but, the smell of blood passed through him. Vegeta’s blood. But, Vegeta didn’t have any injuries and the boys said they worked on ki control and such. No fighting really. It didn’t add up.

“Vegeta? Did you get hurt?”

“No.”

“I can smell your blood Vegeta. If you didn’t get hurt then. Did you hurt yourself then?” Vegeta rolled his eyes. The other Saiyan was bugging him something terrible.

“No Kakorot. I did not in the way your thinking. And even if I did. I hardly see how that is any part of your concern.”

“It is my concern!” Vegeta lost all emotional control the second Kakorot said that.

“Go screw yourself to lowest levels under heil and back! This is my life not yours! Nothing about me concerns you! Leave me the heil alone! You are not family, you are not a honorary member of the family. Heil, you are not even a true Saiyanjin in my sight. You are nothing to me! And nothing is what you shall receive from me. But, this!” Red eyes were glowing more than before.

Goku breathed in water before he relieved he was under it. Braking the surface he coughed the water out of his lungs. He saw Vegeta flying off. Pulling himself out of the water Goku saw something on the ground. The flesh blood. Vegeta’s blood. It was only a few drops but, the question was where and why was Vegeta bleeding?

X)(X

Vegeta flew out going back to C.C. He wiped the blood from his nose again. Kakorot made him so angry he forgot about the early advent. His stoicness was completely thrown out the window went he was involved. Vegeta was getting dizzy. The losing of blood or his anger wasn’t allowing him to see straight. Who knew. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another around here. Vegeta landed on the roof again and went to the back again.

Vegeta moved through the open window and went to the bathroom. Running the water Vegeta cupped his hands and drank it down. He could taste his own blood in his mouth. He hated the way Saiyan blood tasted and especially hated the bittersweet taste of his own. He only tasted Kakorot’s blood the other day to mess with his head. It nearly made him sick. He took another hand full and spit it out. There was a little pink in the sink but, mostly it was gone.

Vegeta washed the dried blood off under his nose and threw the cup over his shoulder as Goku appeared behind him. Vegeta smirked at the surprised and pained sound that escaped Kakorot’s mouth.

“Did you have to do that?”

“Would you prefer a ki blast to the head instead?”

“Funny.”

“Serious, actually.” Vegeta sighed knowing why he was he. “It is called a nose bleed Kakorot. Get over it. It happens.”

“Then why didn’t you just say that in the first place?”

“Because it is none of your business. I am only telling you now so you will bug someone else. I have had my fill of you today and more.” Goku wasn’t overly upset with Vegeta’s words. He was use to things like this lately. Vegeta was letting off stream. He figured better him than anyone else who didn’t understand.

Vegeta was growing most weak by the second. It really over done it. He knew he should have used ki to put Kakorot in the lake but, he would have sensed that. That extra small push really messed him up. Vegeta was angry . . . at himself.

“How could I be so stupid!” Fists came down on the counter around the sink. One corner broke off complete as the other just cracked like cheap glass on a cold day. Small but powerful fists were clenched at his side. He was shaking in pure rage. Goku swore he could see a red aura coming off him. With something that sounded like an animal snarl, Vegeta stormed out of the restroom and went to the bed. He pulled out the cover and put it on the ground.

Makes four ki spikes he tied the corners to them. They were only about two feet high. He ripped the sheets off the bed. Goku watched as he went to the other side of the bed to the window and closed it. He took off his shirt part of his stretchy material outfit.

“Hey. I didn’t know those came in two pieces.”

“They don’t!

“But! It . .”

“I have not mastered the transmution of clothes completely. Like when I had the cape but, no armor. It does not work that way. I’m getting better.” He pinned up his shirt part over the window. The material shut out all light. “I need complete darkness to fool my body into sleeping without dreams. It sometimes works not to mention I am a creature of darkness.” Vegeta answered Goku’s unasked question.

“That’s not true.”

“What ever helps you sleep at night.” Basically Vegeta was going to believe what he wanted to believe and that was finally.

“But, what’s with the tent?” Vegeta took the ripped sheets and put them under the cover make shift tent.

“Can I not be comfortable went I sleep!” Vegeta snapped at him but, yelling seemed to take to much out of him. His voice calmed in voice and volume. “The bed is not comfortable to me. Too soft. The floor is better to me.” Vegeta crawled under the cover and laid down.

Goku bent down looking at Vegeta seeing he was curled like an animal. Vegeta eyes opened showing red. Goku wasn’t fazed too much.

“Vegeta are you okay?”

“For the moment. If I do not rest very soon. Then no. So if you wish me to become ill or dead. By all means keep me from sleeping this away. Just make up your mind quickly.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Close the door on your way out.”

“Anything else?”

“Stop breathing.” Goku rolled his eyes.

“Okay. I get it. Go get lost. I got ya.” Vegeta didn’t respond as he closed his eyes and curled tighter. Goku stood and went to the door. He closed the door slowly watching the room growing darker and darker.

Goku stood by the door. Vegeta was acting weird. Then again he never was around Vegeta this much at one time. Vegeta was the easiest person to get along with in short visits. Goku decided to give him a small dose of what believe he needed. But, in the meantime he was going to talk to Bulma about all this.

X)(X

It was only three in the afternoon. Vegeta still didn’t came out of his room. His ki was still. He was still asleep or just not moving which Vegeta probably wouldn’t do. Bulma didn’t have a clue why Vegeta would do the ‘nesting thing’ in his room for but, she told them to leave him be for now. The more you pressed him the less you would ever know what him. It was best to let him talk on his own on most things. When he would talk that is.

X)(X

Only a after hour later Bulma broke her own advice and went to Vegeta’s room. The room was pitch black even with the hallway shining. She couldn’t even see the bed. Slowing stepping into the room she used her hands to feel in front of her.

Her hand bumped the Vegeta’s personal effects chest or whatever he called it that day. Stepping around that it wasn’t long when she found the wall. She felt the material that was over the window and the small ki like blades holding it in place.

She wished she thought of bring a flashlight. She could kick herself for not doing it. But, then again the light could have triggered a memory and he could relive it again. Like those things that were going to use Vegeta was a child sacrifice and almost succeeded in doing so. Those things eye’s freaked her out terribly.

The ki blades or whatever the ki users called them came out easily. The material was used to stretching so little resistance was needed. The light flooded the room and she saw things as Goku described. Sheet ripped out the bed and the comforter was tied to tall ki blade making a small like tent on the floor on the other side next to the back wall. Walking around the bed she had a better look at the sleeping arrangement.

Bulma did and didn’t want to bend down to see him. If he woke up, he may not be able to tell friend from foe. One half second and her head could be across the room. Steeling her nerve she leaned down seeing Vegeta sleeping curled up but, cute none the less. Even a heartless monster couldn’t disturb him now.

Bulma started to walk away. Something gripped her ankle. She lost her balance and fell on the bed face forward. She rolled over to see Vegeta standing with one leg on each side of her. He leaned down to her face sharp fangs showing. She closed her eyes hoping he would be quick.

“Fooled ya.” Bulma opened her eyes to see a smirking Vegeta. She saw a ‘I win’ look in his amused eyes. He scared her to death and a half for fun. Bulma’s anger rose with the volume of her screaming voice.

“You didn’t have to scare me like that, Vegeta!”

“You do not have to wake me up either, Bulma.” Vegeta said with a mocking innocents and a fake pout. It was almost cute but, it did nothing stop her anger.

“I though you were going to kill me!” The fakeness of his face dropped as real hurt took place before instantly cover up with neutral stoicness.

If it was anyone else they would have seen it but, Bulma was used to seeing behind his eyes, words and such. She saw it. Only for a second but, she saw it clear as day

“If I was . . .” Vegeta coughed as his voice cracked slightly. He emotions were running high no matter how he tried to stop it. “Going to kill you. You would not be talking to me right now. Do not forget that. . . . human!” Vegeta flipped off the bed and turned to the restroom. He all but slammed the door leaving Bulma alone.

Bulma laid there on his bed looking at the ceiling without really seeing it. He called her human. Just human. He never called her human. Blue- haired human female, yes but, just human? He meant that as an insult. Like how someone else would called her a slut, bitch or something just as demeaning as those terms. Vegeta could never be so vulgar like that. Morbid, mean, sarcastic, but vulgar in that way. That wasn’t him.

Well there were the times when he would say things he didn’t mean to keep her away from him, back then. He wasn’t lying per say. He was doing what he thought was the only way to protect her from the curse of the walking death sentence he believed himself to be. That he right now and later believed himself to be.

She heard the water running in the bathroom. He was going to be a while. She nothing better to do. She had made him upset somehow. He was only playing with her. She knew that now but, a the heat of the moment she thought he was serious like always. But, even he had a playful side once and awhile. It was only his way of playing was a tab rougher than more other’s.

Vegeta was in a playful mood but, now he was upset. Probably more at himself more than her. Vegeta. Prince of Saiyans. Always serious. No time for fun or play. That was drummed into his head since birth and reinforced more and more again.

When he did have fun. Others made sure he was punished for it. Such as King Vegeta and Frieza. Although King Vegeta seemed to do so out of some misguided protection or defense. Frieza out of torture and sick fun on his part.

X)(X

Vegeta had been the shower for a good ten minutes now. He already banged his head against the tiles on the wall. His head felt no better but, he did succeeded in braking three tiles with his forehand. He never make anything as a decorator.

He was playful out there. His emotions were still out of control a bit. This was unacceptable. The was the Saiyan prince. He had a unbreakable pride and unrelenting control. But, lately the unrelenting control was showing relenting lately. He was young and things like this were acceptable to others. But, not to himself. He had to better than this. His mind would accept anything less than complete and total perfection. Not that there was really a such thing as that.

Vegeta shut off the water and dried himself with a burst of ki. Redressing himself he walked back seeing Bulma was still on the bed. He ignored her and tore the rest of the materia off the window. Full light came back and Vegeta covered his eyes. He opened the window moments later and jumped out it. By the time Bulma got to the window and looked out. Vegeta was long gone and out of sight.

X)(X

Mrs. Briefs has sat like a statue for the last three hours. She was still holding the bags of clothes in her lap. She was determined to have Vegeta see them and try some on at least. It was only five o’clock and she seemed highly determined to stay there until midnight if needed. There was no changing her mind.

Vegeta walked back from the forest, belly filled and mental powers rested. He was back at a hundred percent again. Or close to it. He wasn’t tried any more either. That hadn’t felt rested in a long time. Long before Frieza even. He felt so good that even Kakorot couldn’t get him anger right now. He walked through the front watching the greeting moving away.

“Hi.” Vegeta said to it feeling really good from the blood feast he just had. The hour of his feeling was something he wouldn’t give up for about anything.

It was something he could never hold on it for very long as the slowly drifted through and out of his system. Vegeta was softly humming that wordless song he played on the upstairs piano. But, he couldn’t complete the song without laughing.

Mrs. Briefs jumped straight out of her seat and nearly ran him over when she ran to him. She was just a ‘little’ excited to see him.

“Vegeta! I got you some cute and lovely outfits. You must come see them.” Everyone was expecting to rush Vegeta and stop him from blasting her.

“Sure. Whatever.” Everyone stood like statues as he said that. Why did he say that. That was something he would never say. Mrs. Briefs took Vegeta by the hand and Vegeta didn’t fight her. He almost seemed drunk. Good thing he was a happy drunk if he really was drunk.

Mrs. Briefs gave the bag to him. Vegeta looked at the bag with interest. Or he seemed too. It was hard to tell.

“What I always wanted. A bag!” Vegeta started hugging the bag laughing his head off. Some were wishing for a camera to blackmail Vegeta later. Mrs. Briefs was laughing along with him. No doubt finding to cute.

“Open it.”

“Nope.” Vegeta was just giggling still from his blood high.

“Come on.”

“Not going to do it.”

“I know you want to open it.”

“Can I save it til the anniversary of my birth instead then?”

“When’s your birthday?”

“Tomorrow. Why?”

“Tomorrow is your birthday? How old are you going to be?”

“Four hundred magclicks.”

“Magclicks?” She pronunciation was terrible but, Vegeta was in to good of a mood to correct her on it Not that it would help her speak it any better. “What is that in years?”

“Nine.”

“Your going to be nine!”

“No! I’m going to stay eight human years forever!”

Both started laughing like they were both smoking crack. Everyone else in the room was looking at Vegeta like he had lose his mind. They had expected it from her but, not him.

“Oh you silly! I’ll get your something else Tomorrow.” Vegeta cocked his head to the left. He was slightly confused. It could have been the blood high but, still.

“What for?”

“Your birthday.” Vegeta cocked his head to the other side looking at her.

“People get things for the anniversary of one’s birth? I never heard that before.”

“You never got a birthday present before!” Mrs. Briefs sounds appalled.

“No. ‘Birthdays’ as you call them are not important to Saiyanjins. Age does not matter, size does not matter. Only strength and power matters at all. Things like that were not recognized. I only get one holiday a Saiyan year.” He said like it was suppose to be common knowledge.

“I don’t see why not. I mean how many times did you turn nine?”

“Well apparently for me. Twice.” Mrs. Briefs’ eyes opened wide in confusion at his answer. Bulma jumped in.

“Hey mom. Don’t you have some snacks and drinks made up or anything?”

“Oh. I do.” Mrs. Briefs stood up forgetting about Vegeta’s strange answer. “Now don’t you open that until I return.” Vegeta smiled. It was suppose to be evil like but, Vegeta couldn’t quite manage it like he normally would.

“Nope. I going to open it right when you go in there. So ha ha haha ha.” Vegeta laid back on the couch and close his eyes.

Everyone looked at the resting prince. He was so peaceful there. Bulma couldn’t understand his happy behavior.

“Did you get into anything earlier?”

“Just your computer.”

“What did you do on my computer?”

“Hacked into Frieza’s computer on planet Frieza one. He was withholding my pay and such. So I took what was owned to me. Plus what was transferred to me too after death and such.”

“How much was it?”

“I do not know yet. Currently changed from place to place. It could be all the money in the world here or not enough to cover a stick of gum. I will look into it another time perhaps.” Piccolo felt slightly annoyed.

“You tell her without with a fight but, you couldn’t tell me when I caught you?” Vegeta smiled that same toothy grin that made him look like any other human child.

“What can I say? She is prettier than you are. And her face does not gave me nightmares.” Piccolo was show strange anger.

“You little . .” Vegeta cut him off

“I am not even nine yet. How big do you expect me to be?”

“Okay! To change the subject. Why are you acting so . . . slap happy?”

Vegeta thought on that for a moment. Slap happy? People slap each other to get happy. Weird. That is humans for you, I guess. Why not? Fighting involves punches and kicks. Fighting makes us happy. I guess it is not to far fetched.

“It’s a blood lust high. It last about an hour and then I going back to being my mean, evil, ruthless, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, princy self again. Well actually. It is more like forty minutes now than a hour. But you get the point. . . . well I sure some of you do. Well, I know your three do.” Vegeta pointed at Bulma, eighteen, and Piccolo. “The rest. I am not so sure.”

Vegeta stood up suddenly and looked past them.

“Do apologize to her for me. I will look at this later. I have an appointment to keep. I know she is running around worried. I think it is a mother instinct or something. What are you going to do, right?” Vegeta went on his way past the stairs. They all knew he was going to the animal safe house again. His favorite place here.

“I don’t know about any of you but, when he is like this. He freaks me out a bit.” Yamcha said. Nearly everyone else agreed.

X)(X

Mrs. Briefs was disappointed that Vegeta left before he opened his present but, she started ordering a cake and other birthday things. She was determine to give little Vegeta the biggest bash ever. There wasn’t much time but, money made things much quicker.

X)(X

The blood high wore off like he said it would. Vegeta was on top the T-rex’s head. He was just lounging around a bit. He wasn’t sleep but, really well rested.

Vegeta stood up suddenly as he felt the presences coming down. The tiger and T-rex sensed his sudden change in mood.

“He’s early.” Vegeta pushed all the uneasy feelings away and put on his trademark scowl. “I guess he has never heard of being fashionably late.”