Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Memories & Revenge ❯ I forgot you...Cauli-chan... ( Chapter 4 )

Memories & Revenge

Chapter 4

The group below watched as a door slid open and a shadowed being appeared in the hatchway. The being stood in there just watching them as if it was afraid of them. The shadow stepped back and gave an order to someone inside the ship.

"Is he calling for reinforcements," asked Yamcha as a cold snake of fear wound it's way down his spine. Aliens again, ever since they met Vegeta they hadn't run into any normal enemies, preferably ones with a lower power rating than his. As well as being easily destroyed--but left a mess that made the battle look fierce.

"What are you scared," smirked Vegeta never taking his eyes off the opening on the ship. Something about the outline of that shadow seemed familiar.

"Of course he's not," answered Kurilin. "We just want to know how many people, there are going be before we fight. It has nothing to do with being scared."

"Oh really," questioned Piccolo who didn't believe the story one iota.

Goku turned to his wife but also spoke to Bulma. "If there is going to be fighting, why don't you go inside the house? Or better yet Bulma can take a capsule car and you can go back to our house."

"Dame," Bulma fiercely whispered. "I'm not leaving my home. You guys always try to leave me out of the action. What I will promise you is I'll stay back and out the way but I'm not budging one inch from my property." She turned and motioned to ChiChi. "She can go inside if she wants to."

Mirai Trunks turned and pleaded also, "Okasan, maybe it's better that you go with Goku's idea and get to safety."

"I said no Trunks. I'm not leaving." Bulma shifted the baby to the other shoulder as she glared at her future son. "I should at least get a chance to see who ever comes out of the spaceship that landed in our backyard."

"But Mother, it could get dangerous." Trunks tapped his father on the shoulder. "Tell mom to go inside the house, where it's safer for her."

Vegeta scoffed. Stupid boy didn't he realize that his mother never listened to him. Besides as long as he was out there the Saiyajin prince wasn't going to let nothing happen to his family. "Fine. Woman go into the house like good human and tend to your brat." He peered at Mirai Trunks and lifted a brow asking a silent 'Is that what you wanted?'

"Listen you bigheaded asshole," retorted Bulma. "I'm not going anywhere. And this 'brat' as you call it happens to be your son, too." She turned to Mirai Trunks. "And I don't appreciate you asking your father to tell me to go inside the house. He does not own me!"

Mirai Trunks just hung his head, and sighed. It was pointless those two were stubborn to the end.

"Look," cried Kurilin pointing to the spaceship as two beings came out from underneath and set up a screen. "It's looks like a projection screen."

"Great," replied Piccolo in a sarcastic tone. "They came all this way to show us the latest movie. How nice of them."

Goku laughed as he whispered to Kurilin. "I hope it's a good one. I've been meaning to take ChiChi and Gohan to the cinema."

Vegeta scowled. "Kakkarot, shut up. Your stupidity hurts my head, and makes me wonder if you were truly birthed on Planet Vegeta."

Bulma glared at her husband's back. "You know, you don't have to be so rude to Son every time he opens his mouth." She gestured toward Goku. "If it wasn't for him, I would have been killed several times."

For the first time Vegeta took his eyes from the spaceship hovering above to look at his wife. He couldn't help it that every time Kakkarot opened his mouth it was to parlay something stupid. He looked to the Goku standing beside him and saw him joking with the bald monk called Kurilin. He wondered if he would be joking with another Saiyan before a fight if Frieza hadn't destroyed his home world. "Fine. Now, I have another reason why I must kill, Kakkarot." Vegeta said arrogantly as he uncoiled his tail and re-wrapped it comfortably around his waist.

Piccolo groaned. "Shut up all of you."

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Vegeta quickly turned his attention from his vexatious wife to the ship in front of him. He watched as the being quickly navigated the steps to stand before the assembled group. Piercing Vegeta with sharp clear blue eyes, that spoke of hatred.

Gohan gawked at the figure before them. The alien creature looked almost like a cat! It had pointed ears that sat between long white hair framing his face. The cat person stood as tall as his dad, and wore a white long Chinese dress shirt over matching pants. Gohan continued to look over the alien being standing before him and noticed that it's hands weren't paws; they looked human except for the pointed claws at the end of each finger. This mammal also had a tail, long and white, although Vegeta kept his wrapped this being let his tail move freely about.

Yamcha who had also been looking at the tail couldn't keep back his exclamation much longer. "It has a tail!"

Bulma glared at Yamcha. "We can see that, Yamcha we're not blind," she whispered furiously not noticing at that moment she sounded precisely like Vegeta.

"But I thought only Saiyajins had tails, Bulma."

The figured finished his staring contest with Vegeta and shifted his eyes toward Bulma and Yamcha. The woman holding the baby he saw her arguing with Vegeta earlier. This was curious who was she? He glanced to the guy who had mentioned his beautiful tail. "Saiyan's aren't the only species to have tails." He glanced back to Bulma. "What an interesting creature you are," he stated as he walked closer to her.

"Thank you," Bulma whispered timidly as the alien walked closer to her. She clutched Baby Trunks closer to her breast.

Vegeta snorted he called Bulma many things but 'interesting' wasn't one of the adjectives that he would apply to her. Nevertheless he turned around to follow the creature with his eyes as he made his way toward Bulma and his sons. He knew that creature, if only he could jiggle his memory more. Damn, it worked when he didn't want it to how come it wasn't working now. He focused on the tail moving up and down.

Alle walked up to female holding the young offspring, but found further passage blocked by a young man. He looked up into the boy's cold blue eyes, and gasped. "You look remarkably like Vegeta."

Mirai Trunks just stared at the alien before answering. "I'm his son."

Vegeta's eyebrows shot up as he heard the alien say his name, but it wasn't that the alien knew his name, but the way he said it. He pronounced the name like he was purring. Purring?! Masaka! It couldn't be, but it was, standing right before him was a Nekojin. A race of cat people he thought Frieza had destroyed long ago. He studied the Nekojin closer out of narrowed black eyes. Yes, now I recognize him it's Prince Alle.

Prince Alle who had been unsuccessfully trying to get around Mirai Trunks, turned and smiled at Vegeta as if reading his thoughts. "So you're his son are you?" He aimed his smile at Trunks. "Did you know your father and I are old friends…umm, what is your name I didn't catch it?"

Trunks glanced at his father for advice, but all he got was a shrug and smirk in return. "My name is Trunks. What do you want with my mother?"

"Your mother?" Prince Alle backed up and appraised Bulma thoroughly. Vegeta mated with a human creature. How bizarre. He turned and found Vegeta's eyes still on him as he said in the Saiyan tongue, "You always did have weird taste in women Prince Vegeta."

Vegeta eyes widen upon hearing his native language spoken to him. Then he laughed a full-bodied genuine laugh, which shocked everybody standing around him. They had never heard Vegeta laugh except for his condescending chuckle he used in battle. "Coming from you Prince Alle, that is quite a compliment," he called back wrapping his tongue around a language he once thought would die with him.

The Nekojin prince tried to approach Bulma again, but still found his passage impeded by Vegeta's son. He held up his hands, "Look no tricks. Nothing, I just wanted to get a closer look, at her that's all. Didn't I just finish telling you that I was an old friend of your father? I'm Prince Alle of the Nekojin people."

Mirai Trunks let out a very Vegeta like snort and fully stepped in front of his mother. "I don't care who you say you are. You are not going anywhere near my mother until you tell me what you want with her, or if my father says it's safe for you to come near her."

Alle let out a furious hiss at the boy. "Fine." He looked over Trunks' shoulder to speak to Bulma. "You should really teach your son some manners. They are appalling. I haven't even told him that I was here to kill his father yet, and he's already hostile."

"What?" burst out Bulma as she heard the last part he said, "You're here to kill Vegeta?"

Prince Alle strolled back to assume his position in front of Vegeta. "Yes. I've come to kill Vegeta. Why else would I be on a Type 3 planet?" He snorted, "The ambiance?"

"Why?" Bulma tried to get around Trunks but Yamcha grabbed her back behind her future son. "I know he's an arrogant asshole, but that's no reason for trying to kill your friend."

Alle focused his cold blue eyes upon even colder black eyes. "Friends, huh. I thought so too, once a long time ago, but then I found out that, no one is a friend to Vegeta. None who values their life. Vegeta is a user." He moved his eyes along the various people standing on the lawn, and rested them on Goku. "You look like a Saiyan. Are you one? I thought Vegeta was the only Saiyan left in the galaxy?"

Goku went to nod his head yes when Vegeta answered for him. "No, he is not a Saiyan, he's an Earthling named Goku. I am the last true Saiyan alive."

"B-But Vegeta," stammered Goku regarding Vegeta with surprised eyes at the prince's denial of his Saiyajin birth. "I thought I was a Saiyajin."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "No, Goku" emphasizing his earthling name. "I said that you fight like a true Saiyan warrior. But you are definitely not a Saiyan. You are an Earthling." When the words left Vegeta's mouth he was shocked at how true that lie was. He realized the real reason he stayed on Earth wasn't to surpass Kakkarot in fighting skill, but because he didn't want to be the last of his kind. Try as hard as he could he couldn't gain the upper hand on Kakkarot, hell even his brat surpassed him. I am truly the last true Saiyan warrior left. After I die my race will die with me.

Alle turned to Vegeta and decided to goad him. "That is a shame. To be a prince and have no planet or people to guide to greater achievements. No wonder your child and mate, don't refer to you with proper respect. Your station in life has ended. You are a prince of a dead race. Once they were the warriors of the galaxy. Now, they are nothing but a stain in space." He laughed as he looked at the agitated Vegeta who continued to keep his arms crossed about his chest, but his monkey-ish tail had unfurled itself and was whipping the air in furious slashes.

Goku watched as Vegeta continued to stand and listen to that Nekojin Alle mock him. Why wasn't Vegeta attacking? "That's enough! Other than wanting to kill Vegeta what do you want?"

"That's all I want," replied Alle as he turned from Vegeta to an angry faced Goku. "I've come bearing gifts for Vegeta's destruction." He glared at the saiyan prince. "I want him to suffer before I kill him." He walked toward the screen and picked up a small remote control and pushed a button and the weird guttural sounds that the princes were speaking sounded from the screen. "Did you hear me Vegeta. I said I want you to suffer. Like you made me suffer."

Piccolo who had been silent for the majority of the conversation perked up when Alle sauntered over to the huge projection screen. "I see. You're going to make Vegeta suffer by showing him a bad foreign language film." Piccolo levitated himself up into an Indian style position. "That is truly ingenious. I don't know how come I didn't think of something like that, when Vegeta first came to this planet. I wasted all that energy fighting him, when I could have just shown him a movie."

The prince chuckled. "I like your style green one. Where you from?"

"The name's Piccolo," he spat at the Nekojin prince. "I'm a Namek."

"Well Piccolo, you can relax, I'm not showing a foreign film." He whirled back to Vegeta. "You were obviously off Vegetasei when it met with its unfortunate accident, but lucky enough for us Frieza recorded it. I love his demented soul."

"What!" demanded Vegeta.

"Just watch the screen Vegeta," said the prince as he smiled and pushed a different button.

Vegeta turned at watched as a golden planet encircled by two rings came into view. "Vegetasei," he whispered. "My planet."

Bulma watched as her husband's arms dropped down beside his waist as the planet came on the screen. So, that's what his and Goku's planet looked like. She saw her son walk forward to stand behind his father. His eyes were fixated to the screen. Even Goku and Gohan closed in to see the screen as if they were in a trance. She turned back to the screen to look at the planet that birthed her husband and best friend. It was a beautiful planet that gave off an orange glow with a tint of red and purple in the coloring. She remembered that at the beginning of her and Vegeta's new relationship she often caught him gazing at the sunset. He told her that it was one of his favorite times on Earth. Now, she could see why, Planet Vegeta looked like one vast sunset.

Vegeta looked at the screen restraining his hands from going up and touching the planet that he knew would only live in his memories. He felt his son come up behind him and sensed Kakkarot and his brat Gohan move closer to him to view the screen.

"That's Planet Vegeta," whispered Goku in awe. "It's so familiar."

"Yeah," announced Gohan as he stood next to his father.

"It feels like I know this planet," said Mirai Trunks.

Vegeta turned to regard the men not saying anything knowing that Alle's eyes were veraciously devouring his every move and word. He couldn't tell them that all Saiyajins were born with the imprint of Vegetasei in their genetic coding, so they would always recognize their home world. He was he was in his third lunar cycle when he last saw his home planet before he left to live with Frieza--forever. It was still as beautiful on film when he left it. His only regret was not killing Frieza to avenge his people's shameful death.

"Yeah, look at that planet, beautiful right. But not as beautiful as Planet Keito, which is my planet that you destroyed Prince Vegeta." The prince took the remote and pressed another button. "This scene should prove to be very interesting to you Vegeta."

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On the horizon of Planet Vegeta a Saiyajin ship appeared with the world "Elite" inscribed on the cool metallic body of the flying vehicle. The ship door opened to reveal a shadowy but commanding figure, who was promptly enveloped in force field upon leaving the protecting ship. The man stood inside the barrier surrounded by others that were also dressed in Saiyan armor who sat in small hovering motor-ships or inside their own force field flanking the shadowed leader.

The picture zoomed in on the leader the small group watching the screen gasped. Fixated on their faces were various degrees of shock. "It looks like an older version of Vegeta," ChiChi murmured quietly to Bulma who seemed to have lost her own voice.

Vegeta inched closer to the screen upon seeing the Saiyan warrior's face. "Otousama," he said with a hint of longing in his voice that he didn't know was there. "King Vegeta."

Mirai Trunks glanced down in his father eyes that always seemed to give no emotion away were now full of an intense longing that he never knew his father possessed. He looked back to the screen and saw the king assume a position that he often saw his father use. The King stood with his arms crossed against his chest, feet spread apart; coal colored eyes betraying nothing. His tail wrapped securely around his waist, his orange cape billowing in the wind that held the crest of the royal house monogrammed on the back. He was indeed a commanding figure. Trunks looked at the man who greatly resembled his father, so this was his paternal grandfather. Looking at the man, although no longer of this universe, Trunks felt like it was an honor just to see him.

The screen panned out to show many warriors impressing both ChiChi and Bulma that were as many women fighters as there were men. The Saiyan women were gorgeous they both thought as they watched the screen stop on a female warrior standing beside the man identified as King Vegeta. She was a commanding figure herself, dressed in the Saiyan armor. The female Saiyan was both lean and muscular. Her hair was cut short in a bob of autumn colored hair ending just before her eyes, which were almost a liquid brown color. Her arms stood akimbo at her sides while she looked forward at another ship that was edging onto the screen.

"Who's that Vegeta," inquired ChiChi as she gazed at the saiyan beauty on the screen. If Goku had never came to Earth he would have ended up with one of those outrageously beautiful saiyan women, she thought jealously.

"It's Serori," he quietly answered back. "She was one of the greatest female warriors in the Saiyajin Empire. She became a legend for her strategic maneuvers, an elite warrior before testing became regular on our planet. She became one of Otousama's generals at about your son's age. I remember studying about her in my Saiyajin History class. She was a legend. Serori never lost a battle."

"Wow," remarked Kurilin as he glanced back at the woman on the screen. She didn't even look that fearsome as some of the others the screen showed. These Saiyans were extraordinary.

"Shhh," hushed Alle as the screen panned across another Saiyajin who looked like an older version of Goku. "The best part is coming up."

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"Frieza," summoned King Vegeta from his stance in front of several of his armies. "I wish to speak with you. Show yourself to me."

A familiar lavender figure materialized in front of the assembled Saiyans in a hovering chair. "King Vegeta," it called back. "How nice to see you again. Is this a social call?"

"No, I've come for Vegeta. Return the Prince immediately."

Frieza licked his lips and considered. "I don't have a prince named Vegeta. However, I do have a pet monkey that goes by that name."

Serori eyes flashed at the insult to the royal family and her race. "The young prince is not a monkey nor a pet. Return him immediately Frieza."

Frieza turned and pierced her with cool purple eyes. "What a bothersome monkey. I just told the King no, and you still persist on giving me orders."

King Vegeta unfolded his arms and held up a hand to stifle any retort coming from his general. "I demand Frieza for you to return Prince Vegeta to me, or I will be forced to kill you."

Frieza laughed. "My you look so somber saying that King Vegeta. I almost thought you were serious about declaring war on me." He turned deadly earnest. "Rethink your position King Vegeta, you don't know what kind of power you are up against." He pointed to Vegetasei. "Run back to your throne King Vegeta, and let me continue to play with my pet monkey. I will overlook this incident and refer to it only as a moment of insanity on your part."

King Vegeta frowned as he looked at the sexually ambiguous creature occupying the hover chair. He cursed the day he listened to the Elders and gave his son away, and allowed his own planet to be run by proxy by that foul creature. "Return my son," he responded his teeth bared. "Before I kill you, Frieza."

Frieza frowned. "It seems that you don't have a brain cell working in that thick skull of yours. I will never give Vegeta back to you! Right now he amuses me, and I shall keep him."

"Fine. I shall take my son back by force." King Vegeta raised a hand and let out a huge battle cry.

Frieza looked shocked as King Vegeta powered up and blasted an enormous ki his way, which bounced off his impregnable shield. "Stupid monkey." He raised one finger and pointed it toward the King, letting loose a ray of magenta that caught the king in the chest killing him instantly. The cries got louder as the gathered Saiyajins watched their king fall, and they blasted Frieza with everything that had, but to no avail. The purple demon this time held up a hand and let out a huge energy wave that obliterated the remaining army. "Foolish monkeys. I guess I'll have to kill them all now. These Saiyans are entirely too dedicated to their King not to seek another futile battle against me." He projected an image of himself over the planet, raising a finger he shot a ki blast into the heart of the planet.

Vegetasei exploded within seconds of the impact leaving nothing behind except for some smoldering chunks of rocks. The Saiyajin race that once had been admired and feared because of their awesome fighting skills, strong endurance had been exterminated. Soon to be a memory only thought of as a myth--were destroyed.

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B ulma and ChiChi tried to wipe at the tears that fell freely down their cheeks, but they were loosing their battle as more tears pumped over their wet faces. Bulma took the offered handkerchief from Yamcha and tried to erect some kind repair to her face. She glanced toward the others as they looked at Vegeta expecting him to attack, but he stood with back straight, his face wiped clear of any emotion. The only outwardly sign he displayed was the tightly gripping of his gloved hands into balled fist at his side.

Goku's eyes turned hard as he looked at the smiling cat prince and heard his wife's sniffles. He powered up, if Vegeta wasn't going to kill that cat person he would more than oblige his prince. "How could you be so cruel," shouted Goku as he gathered his ki around him.

Mirai Trunks and Gohan looked at Goku powering up, and followed suit. They weren't going to let him be the only one to kill the Nekojin Prince.

"Cruel?" asked the shocked prince. "How was I being cruel?"

"You weren't," replied Vegeta interrupting any response that Goku would have supplied. "Stay out of this Kakkarot," he said forgetting to use Goku's Earthling name. He glanced at the people to his left and right giving them his patent cold hard stare. "All of you stay out of this. This is between me and Alle."

"But Vegeta," whined Goku as he powered down. He had really wanted to fight the cat prince and swipe his smug smile from his face.

Vegeta glared at Goku. "But nothing Kakkarot. This matter does not concern you."

He turned and looked at Alle. "Prince Alle, I thank you for showing me this video. I regret the fact that I do not have some sort of reimbursement to give you for this great gift. As I was not aware of your, impending visit." Vegeta spoke with as much diplomatic candor he could supply.

Mirai Trunks powered down and looked at his father. "Tousan?" This was part of his father that he didn't know that existed. His father spoke like he was royalty--which he was, but it still weird.

Vegeta ignored his son bowed to Alle and spun on his heel to walk away. Passing by his wife and her friends he saw the curious glances that they threw his way. He knew they expected him to attack and kill Alle which he wanted to do, but he couldn't. He made a promise.

Alle lifted a finely shaped eyebrow at Vegeta's disappearing backside. This wasn't the action he had expected from Vegeta. He expected him to a launch an attack at him at the conclusion of the video. I guess it's time for phase two, he thought. He lifted an elegant hand in the air, two soldiers came forward at once. "Bring it out." He put his hand down and called out for the Saiyajin prince to stop. "Don't you want to fight me, Vegeta?"

Vegeta stopped but refused to face Prince Alle. "Under Prince Vegeta's personal treaty number three. It is forbidden for me to engage into any physical altercations with intent to harm with anybody of the Nekojin race."

"Still sprouting that same old shit, huh, Vegeta."

"Yes. I made a promise."

"Yes, the infamous 'promise.' I believe you made with my sister, Persia. But I do believe there was a clause to that certain decree, wasn't there." He purred in his throat as he watched his men put the package down by his feet.

Vegeta laughed and turned around to see Prince Alle standing with a rolled blanket beneath him. "That part of the treaty can't be fulfilled anymore, Alle. I am the last. You can kill me right now if you want to. I am defenseless against any attack you would level at me. "He spread his arms wide to show his unprotected chest. He closed his eyes. "I'm ready."

"Really Prince Vegeta," replied Alle dryly as he summoned a blue ball of ki in his hand. "I guess I could kill you now."

"Vegeta," screamed Bulma as she saw her arrogant husband wasn't kidding leaving his body unprotected. "What in hell do you think you're doing? Don't you dare stand there and die." She rounded on the Nekojin prince, "You better not kill Vegeta."

Alle turned to stare at her out of questioning blue eyes. "Why? Name one good thing that Vegeta has ever done, or better yet name one good thing that Vegeta has brought into your lives. I bet you can't do it, you know why? Because Vegeta can't give anything to anybody but heartache, well that's if he had a heart in that empty chest of his."

"That's not true he gave me Trunks," she shouted back at him. She looked at both her sons. "He gave me my beautiful sons." Bulma reiterated in a softer tone.

"Oh, yeah, your sons," scoffed Alle getting agitated. "I wouldn't be so proud of that. Vegeta's given--"

Vegeta growled. "Shut up Alle. Either kill me, or leave this planet."

Calming down Prince Alle gathered his composure around him like a warm cloak. "You know it took me several years, and an exorbitant amount of funds, to track you down Vegeta. I should be grateful to the woman you mated with, evidently liked mating with her because you beget two children with her, and you stayed in one place." He turned and smiled at Bulma who was blushing. "You know Vegeta I represent a intergalactic enforcement unit. It's made up of several species that you decimated on your voyage through space. Planets and races that will be no more, or never the same again. I formed this task force myself to get more technology and money to track you down. I want to see you dead. No, I want to see you writhing in excruciating pain until you can't bear anymore begging for me to kill you. Then I want to see you suffer some more--and then, maybe only then, will I be satisfied with my revenge upon the plague of suffering that you visited onto me, for once calling you friend." He kicked the rolled up blanket at his feet. "Come over here Vegeta, I have another gift for you."

Vegeta warily eyed the rolled up blanket at the Nekojin's feet. I'm not afraid, he thought as he levitated a few inches off the ground to fly the short distance that separated the two princes from each other. "What is it you want now, Alle?"

Not trusting Alle one bit Goku moved closer to flank Vegeta, while Mirai Trunks moved towards his father's other side. They were going to protect Vegeta whether he liked it or not. Goku wasn't going to see his closest friend unhappy because some personal treaty of Vegeta's that he didn't understand.

Mirai Trunks had almost the exact same reason for flanking his father's other side. He didn't want to see his mother saddened over the death of his father. A death that could have been prevented. He also didn't want Baby Trunks to grow up without a father. He knew it was hard for him in his timeline to not have Vegeta around, he didn't want his younger self to feel that same emptiness.

Piccolo, Kurilin, and Gohan decided that the cat Prince was mentally unstable, so they stayed behind to watch the soldiers that gathered behind him. They felt his power level when he summoned that ball of ki to kill Vegeta and knew that his power rating wasn't anywhere near Vegeta's level. It was suicide to try and attempt to kill Vegeta with such a low rating. So the prince had to have some other kind of weapon to do the job. They weren't going to take any chances. That left Yamcha to guard Bulma and the pregnant ChiChi.

Alle pulled his tail around and played with its fur for few minutes while he gathered his thoughts. "You know Vegeta, as I said it took me quiet a long time to track you down to kill you. And when I finally found you, I wanted to come here and execute you immediately. But first I needed you to suffer. I needed the perfect way for you to agonize, before you would fight me, and then end up dying by my hands. So, I thought long and hard what would make you suffer?" He laughed. "I knew the video wasn't going to be enough, but it did get you angry like I planned. What would make the almighty Prince Vegeta suffer? What could bring him to his knees to forget the promise he made, for him to seek me out and to die at my hands? Then I found it. So, I present you crown Prince Vegeta of the late Vegetasei and King Vegeta the final game piece that will allow me to kill you." He kicked the rolled blanket toward Vegeta. "Unwrap you gift sire," he bowed mockingly to Vegeta.

Vegeta looked at the blanket that stopped at his gold tipped white boots. What was in it? He uncrossed an arm from his chest as the others squeezed closer to see what was located in the piece of burlap at his feet. Moving his forefinger and middle finger together in a swishing motion with the force of his ki he unwrapped cloth that lay at his feet.

Inside the cloak lay a small feminine creature with long black hair wearing a badly torn blue dress, and a blindfold covering her eyes. She moaned as the cool air rushed over her body. She pushed at the ground with both hands revealing a tail that had been pinned beneath her body as she tried to steady herself.

Vegeta gasped gazing at the brown tail. A female Saiyan--alive. How in hell did she survive?

Goku blanched when he saw the creature as Vegeta had moved the blanket aside. A female, and in bad form from the looks of it, like she had been a terrible fight.

"Who's there," cried the creature as she felt someone staring at her. "Answer me," she spoke again her voice thick with fear.

"It's all right," replied Goku as Vegeta stood in a daze over the female at his feet. "We're going to get you help." He reached down to pick up the petite female, but her tail swung around hitting at full force knocking him back away from her.

"Don't touch me," she pleaded as she backed away and curled herself up in a ball rocking back and forward. "Don't touch me. I just want to go home." She brought her head up. "Whatever you are paying for me, I swear a warrior's oath that if you return me to Vegetasei, you'll be doubly reimbursed for saving me."

Alle moved forward Vegeta had been struck into a thoughtful silence, since the unveiling of the Saiyan female. "Like I told you girl. Your planet is gone. Blown away, you have no home to return to. All of it was destroyed by Lord Frieza."

Vegeta snapped out his reverie at Alle's words. "He's right there is no more Vegetasei. It is all gone. Everything's gone."

The girl's head lifted from her knees as she heard another voice speak to her. "King Vegeta," she asked quietly.

"Dead. He died in a valiant battle against Frieza," said Vegeta in a soothing tone that he had only used with Baby Trunks when they were alone together.

Two tears slipped beneath the blindfold. The girl rubbed at them. "He was right all this time," she whispered to herself. "Papa's dead. They are all dead." Oniisama...she thought as more tears slipped beneath her eye covering.

Startled Vegeta stared at the girl. Did she just refer to his own father as Papa? Papa? There was only one person in the world that King Vegeta allowed himself to be referred to as Papa. But that person was dead? Vegeta quickly glanced up into Alle's smirking face. "You are a Saiyajin," he told the girl on the ground.

"Yes," she said turning her head toward the voice that had spoken to her. "I'm a Saiyan."

"Then stand up like a true Saiyan and identify yourself. I'm tired of hearing you snivel."

"Snivel?" screeched the girl as she climbed gingerly to her feet. "I do not snivel. I am a fifth class warrior born on the great planet Vegeta. I am the offspring of Lady Lettice and King Vegeta. However, I am considered to be the daughter to Queen Legumes. I am called Cauliflower. I was the half-sister to the great crown prince of Vegetasei, Prince Vegeta, Super Elite Saiyan." She finished gaining strength at each forceful proclamation.

Masaka! Vegeta stared at her with a horrifying expression as she made her statements. "You still are," he responded when she finished. While the other's around him gawked at her bold announcements.

"Still are?" she questioned confused. "I'm still what?"

"You're still the half-sister to Prince Vegeta."

She growled at the voice as she stalked forward. "What did you say?"

"Maybe it's my turn to introduce myself to you." Vegeta watched the girl stop her shaky advancement. "I am a Super Elite Saiyan--a first class warrior--born on the great planet of Vegeta. I am the offspring of Queen Legumes and King Vegeta. I am son only to King Vegeta. I am the crown prince of Vegetasei, and so carry on the name of Vegeta. I am prince to all Saiyajins in the galaxy."

"Prince Vegeta," she whispered falling to her knees inches away from Vegeta's white boots.

Vegeta looked down at the girl. "Yes."

Cauliflower gasped as one of her hands flew to her mouth, and more disgraceful tears gathered in her eyes underneath the blindfold. "Oniisama?"

"Yes," he stated simply, feeling the eyes of his wife's friends and his son watching him.

"Oniisama," murmured the girl quietly again before quickly fainting back onto the blanket.

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End Chapter 4. Created [01/15/01] and Modified [02/24/01]. That's right, this is the end of the chapter. I didn't want to make this any more longer. Plus, I had to end this chapter some time soon. So, no time like the present. This story is weird; I saw myself starting out in one direction but it's swerving into another. Anyway I hope you liked the fanfic so far. Please don't hesitate to send me comments, critiques, and flames to me at: pmchivas@hotmail.com Or if you prefer leave a message in the guestbook. Dark Shadow Princess.

Lunatics Ravings:

Keito--this means yarn.

Vegetasei--I don't really know what Planet Vegeta looked like, I do, however, remember one of Vegeta's flashbacks and the heavy orange, and yellows used in the flashback. That's why I made all of Vegetasei like one big sunset.

Serori--This is Japanese for you guessed it--celery.

Lettice--My female rendition of "lettuce."

Cauliflower--okay sorry about this, but I was really floundering for a vegetable name for her.