Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Memories & Revenge ❯ A visit from the future... ( Chapter 2 )

Memories & Revenge

Chapter 2

"Look Vegeta," said a male authoritative voice pointing at the orange horizon. "This will one day be your kingdom."

The ten-year boy walked over to the glass and watched the people below him. "I will rule over all these people, Otousama."

King Vegeta looked down at his son's face one very much like his own. "Yes, you will be the ruler of all the Saiyajin's in the galaxy. You alone will bring our race the greatest glory in our recorded history, by conquering new lands and beyond. Do you know why, Vegeta?"

Young Vegeta shook his head.

"When each saiyan is born a power reading of their ki is taken, and you son placed in the highest class available. You are a Super Elite Saiyan, a first class warrior. You will be the strongest in the universe. No one will surpass you. You will be the next inheritor of the Super Saiyan powers."

Prince Vegeta scrunched up his tiny face. "Super Saiyan powers?"

The king nodded. "Three thousand years ago, we had a warrior who achieved insurmountable power. You will one day obtain that power and lead Planet Vegeta to a glorious rule in the universe. Other planets will tremble when they hear the name Saiyan. And you Vegeta will lead our people to numerous victories."

The young prince thought about his father's proclamation as he looked out over the skyline and decided he would lead his people to victory. He would become the legendary Super Saiyan. He would become the strongest in the universe, and he would make his father proud. "Hai Otousama. I will be the strongest in the universe, no one will surpass me."

King Vegeta smiled. That's my boy. He will have no rival in the galaxy once he finishes his training. With him the Saiyan race will rule the whole galaxy. I will make sure of it.

"Maite," called an irritated voice. "Come back here Cauli-chan."

"NO!" screamed back a child's voice. "I want to see Papa and Vegeta."

The tired nurse ran down the long corridor, "Come back you are not suppose to be on the observation deck."

The little girl with long black hair was outfitted in blue dress with one earring in her ear stopped and screamed. "NO! I want to see Papa and Vegeta. I want to see Vegeta," and took off running the last few meters.

King Vegeta looked up to see his youngest child hurdling around the corner with her nursemaid fast on her heels. "What's going on here?" He demanded when the girl skidded to a halt in front of him. "What is she doing here?" pointing to his daughter as she moved next to Vegeta.

The nurse puffed out of breath; "I'm sorry King Vegeta." She took another deep breath. "Cauli-chan got away from me when I was taking her to see the new babies."

King Vegeta frowned, stepped forward and slapped the nursemaid. "You know it's forbidden for her to come on the bridge. It's your duty to keep her out of trouble."

The children stood rooted to their spots shocked. The king looked down at Vegeta. "The biggest lesson you will need to learn when ruling is: Never except excuses. They are the signs of weakness, and weakness is unacceptable in a Saiyajin."

"Hai, Otousama," replied Prince Vegeta taking the directive to heart.

The nurse took the eight-year old girl by the hand, and started pulling her away. "Let's go Cauli-chan."

The girl twisted and pulled trying to free her small hand from her nurse's tight grasp. "No, I don't want to go. I-I want Vegeta."

The nurse rubbed her stinging cheek, and tightened her hold. "That's too bad."

"Oniisama, tasuke…Oniisama…"called the little girl. "Oniisama…"

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In his bed, Vegeta woke up in a cold sweat. What the hell was that? Some kind of weird memory brought on by Bulma's cooking? He looked down at the woman sleeping next to him. That was the last time he let her cook for him. Vegeta slipped from underneath the covers and walked to the window to stare at the moon-less night sky.

Why? Why were memories surfacing now? Why couldn't they just stay suppressed? He did not need reminding that he failed as both a warrior and a prince. His surroundings told him everything he needed--he was worthless. He was one of the two pure remaining Saiyans in the universe, and he--Prince Vegeta, Super Elite Saiyajin--wasn't even the strongest. A third class saiyan was stronger than he was. That was the cruelest joke of all.

Bulma rolled over to snuggle up to Vegeta's warm body, but encountered a warm, but empty space. Opening her eyes, she glanced around the room before focusing on Vegeta dressed in his pajama pants standing by the window gazing out at the night sky. What is he doing? She glanced over her shoulder to look at the clock by the bed, the numbers 5:00 am stared back at her in red. It's five o'clock in the morning. Is he going to start a new training program?

"Vegeta," called Bulma from the bed her voice thick with sleep.

"What do you want Bulma?" He turned and saw her sitting up in the bed wearing a purple nightgown that was slipping off one creamy shoulder.

Bulma! And not Woman? Something's wrong. "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Vegeta sneered. "I don't get sick. That's a human thing."

Bulma sighed. "Then come back to bed Saiyan. You don't train for another two hours."

Vegeta glanced back to the window and saw a shadow moving quietly below. "I will when I kill the person trying to break-in."

She sat up straighter. "What? Someone's trying to break-in, but that's impossible the alarm would have gone off, and alerted us to a breach in security," she finished struggling to get into some pants that she discarded on the floor, before she climbed into bed with Vegeta.

"Then I guess your system is defective," replied Vegeta as he slid open the window.

"It can't be! I designed the system myself," retorted Bulma.

Vegeta just snorted and flew out the open window.

The figure at the front door cautiously tried the handle, but found it locked. "Damn, now what am I supposed to do?"

Vegeta landed softly behind the tall slim figure, "You could try knocking or dying."

"No, I can't do that," muttered the figure. "If I knock then I'll…"

"You'll what?" asked Vegeta dangerously.

The shadow gulped, "I'll wake the whole house, and I didn't want to do that."

Vegeta smiled. "Then I guess you'll have to die." He powered up.

"No, Father it's me Trunks," rushed out the shadowed figure.

The front door swung open when Bulma heard the figure identify himself to Vegeta. "Trunks? Is that you?"

Vegeta powered down. "Get out of the doorway, woman."

Bulma moved out of the way and let Vegeta walk in, when he passed by she stuck her tongue out at his back. He was so moody lately.

Trunks smile to see his young mother and father interact with each other.

"Come on in Trunks," said Bulma as she held the door open for him. "What are you doing back in the past again? Is everything okay in your timeline?"

Trunks sat down with his mother on the sofa, while his father took up a position opposite them with his arms folded over his bare chest. "Yes, everything's fine," he answered staring at the scars on his father's chest. Where did those come from? How come I didn't notice them the last time I was here?

"Then why are you back here, Boy? If everything's 'fine' in your world as you put it."

Trunks sighed. Why couldn't his father act happy to see him again? He was happy to Vegeta again. "I have a report due at school. It's over my heritage. I got all my human information from mother in my time, and now I need my saiyan half. Mother didn't know much about the Saiyajin race, so I decided since she would be out of town, I would take the time machine and come back to ask you some questions."

Vegeta stared at Trunks not saying a word.

Bulma glared at her husband's silence. "Of course your father would be happy to help you Trunks. He wouldn't mind sharing some of his memories with you."

Vegeta snapped out of his solitude at her words. "No!" He stood up to walk away.

"What to you mean 'no'," screamed Bulma. "You're always talking about Planet Vegeta. Now this time you have someone to listen to your endless Saiyajin superiority drivel."

Vegeta turned and glared at his annoying wife. "I said no, and that's final." He turned and walked away.

Bulma glared at Vegeta's disappearing back. "Ugh, he makes me so angry. I don't even know why I fell in love with a jerk like that!" She picked up a crystal bowl and threw it against the wall. "What kind of father is he? He can't even take the time to help our son."

Trunks looked on as his young mother ranted and stomped around the room. "I wonder why father doesn't want to talk about the Saiyajins."

Bulma whirled around to face him. "Don't you worry Trunks. I'll get him to talk to you."

Trunks looked up at her and smiled at her determined look. "Hai, Okasan." It was good to be back.

Upstairs Vegeta slammed the door on his and Bulma's room. He lay back on the bed and glanced up at the ceiling. Memories, huh? No, that was one thing he didn't want to think about. He rolled over and shut his eyes, but couldn't block out the voice from his past.

"Oniisama…tasuke…Oniisama."

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End Ch. 2. Created [01/08/01] and Modified [02/04/01]. Thanks for reading this far. How's the story working for you? Please remember that all comments, critiques, and flames are to be sent to pmchivas@hotmail.com. Oh, and of course, use the guestbook people. Dark Shadow Princess.

Lunatics Ravings:

Okasan--means mother.

Tasuke--means help.

Oniisama--more respectable form of "brother."