Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Re-Education ❯ Off to Vegeta-Sei! Meet Daikon! ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

HI! Um... sorry for this taking so long to be updated!! But I have a good excuse!! I was inundated with school work! Damn year 11 is so bloody hard! Oh well... It wont take this long again! I promise!

Well please read and enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: NO!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE YOU TELL YOU BAKA'S!? I DON'T OWN IT OK??






In this chap, I have continued with the tradition that saiya-jins be named after Japanese Vegetables.
Santoh- Mustard plant
Shungiku- Chrysanthemum a very popular dark green coloured, aromatic leaves used in cooking.
Daikon- Another type of Raddish



Chapter 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Seven Years have passed……………

~~~~~~~~~~~~**CAPSULE CORP.**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Alright" Bulma began "As you know, I predicted 8 years for the completion of the craft to Vegetable land. Well I am pleased to say we are near completion." Bulma announced to her now hopeful audience.

During the past seven years, the Z gang barely saw each other, all too consumed with their training to bother with social outings. Not too much has happened.

Chi-Chi separated from Goku and moved back in with her father. It took her two years before realising how much she missed her beloved and moved back to her original house which was still occupied by the tall Saiyan. Goku was ecstatic when she arrived back home, he had greatly missed his mate. Chi-Chi had realised that this was not worth loosing her husband over, she had lost her only son and was not about to live her life alone.

Since the episode at Capsule Corp. Chi-Chi had steered clear of Bulma, silently accepting that she was trying her best although her pride would never allow her to apologise or speak of it. After a few years, Chi-Chi found out she was pregnant. She gave birth to another son, Goten.

Now Goten is 5, the age that Gohan was when he was kidnapped by the Saiyan Prince. Chi-Chi had become over protective of the boy, although allowing Goku to train him without any objections.

She figured if the boy could take care of himself then he would be safe. Goku was exultant that he could train his youngest son. Deep down Goku still blamed himself. He had asked King Kai if he could reach Gohan, but he was unable to establish a connection with the boy. All King Kai could do was feel his life force, which meant he was still live and breathing.

"Now Goku, here's where you come into it." Bulma continued, her gaze locking on the dense Saiyan. She didn't wait for a reply before she continued. "I trust you asked that King Kai the location of the planet?"

"Yeah I did, um hold on a sec…" He begins searching through the numerous pockets in his Kaki Pants and Jacket. "Ahh here it is!" He handed Bulma the piece of paper with the location of planet Vegeta-sei on it.

"Thanks. Yes the ship will be capable of travelling this distance. The next question will be, who is going? Offcourse I must go, who else will be smart enough to control the ship!" She giggles at herself, trying to lighten the mood.

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No matter how hard Piccolo trained, Goku by far surpassed him every time. He was not only getting frustrated that he be so far behind, but also because his chances of saving Gohan were becoming slimmer by the day. Every time Goku hit him to the ground, Gohan was driven further away. That's how he felt. He knew that he had a connection with the kid, and he considered him a friend. He actually didn't mind when the kid used to hang around him, bugging him to spar and play or whatever. Right now his every training session was for Gohan. He would push him self just that bit further, until he felt as if he could reach out and touch him, but then he would snatched out of sight again as he realised his power was nothing compared to that of the Saiya-jin empire. Goku was evidence of that. He had defeated Vegeta, who was the Prince of all Saiya-jin's. The Princes strength and abilities would be by far among the best, but how many others has greater or equal strength compared to him. Sure Goku could defeat him, but it was no easy task. There was no way for Goku to beat a whole race of Saiya-jins alone. It was then Piccolo realised what he must do. As much as he despised the old Namek, he had not other choice. They chose the option that seemed logical at the time. Piccolo fused back with Kami. The strength increase was significant, but still not enough. For the time it took to fuse with Kami, Goku has surpassed him three-fold. He couldn't believe it, the fate of Dragonballs was in their hands and now were gone. No Dragonballs and still no greater chance to obtain Gohan back.

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When everything was looking grim, King Kai contacted Goku. He knew that Earth currently had no guardian, and decided he could help. Since he felt he needed to do something, he found a new Guardian for Earth. It was a young Namek named Dende. He was a bit apprehensive at first when he arrived at the look out, as he had never had any contact with other races, but he soon settled in and eventually created his own Dragonballs.

All real hope was laid with Goku and Piccolo. It was obvious that the others were clearly no match for the Saiyan's although they all agreed to pledge their life to save Gohan. Goku insisted it wasn't necessary, but they argued that if he was in their situation, Goku would want the same thing. Reluctantly Goku agreed.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~**VEGETA-SEI**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

" Come on brat, if you want to be an elite, you have to earn it!" He hit the 12 year old to the ground with an elbow to the back.

The kid powered up a Ki blast and sent it hurling to his assailant.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I WILL GET YOU!" The man barely dodged the attack, before being painfully punched in the stomach. He heaved and a slight trickle of blood found its way out his royal mouth. Before he had time to retaliate, the boy connected a round house kick with his face and send him crashing through the supposedly indestructible training room wall. He lay there for a moment stunned by how much the boy had improved. It was not every day the Prince of all Saiya-jins was taken down during a sparring match.

The kid landed gracefully in front of him, with a smirk on his face. He had developed quite the attitude ever since the day he was able land a punch on the egotistical Prince. He was improving and he knew it. He also knew that to be trained by the Prince himself was an honour in its self. He was only 12, but fast approaching surpassing the Prince. He hoped to become a member of the elites. He trained hard for it, he felt as if there was something missing from his life and figured that it must be for him to use his abilities. When he fought his mind forgot about everything except the battle at hand, he was totally tuned in and had an excellent concentration span.

To be on the elites, intelligence was a necessary. If you relied primarily on brute strength, then you had no hope. If for some reason your enemy did happen to be stronger and more skilled than you, then you had the advantage of having the brain power to plot against them, formulate plans to either trick them or use their own strength and power against them.

So this kid strived for that feeling of completion. Day in day out he trained hard, feeling on the verge of something, but never quite achieving it. There had been talk of the legendary Saiyan. He was able to transform, not to Oozaru, but attain a new hight of power. This power was told to be so great, that it could destroy universes with simple formation of a small Ki ball, leaving the Saiyan as if he had done nothing energy draining of the sort.

The boy doesn't remember anything of his past. He has vague memories of his parents, whos lives he were told were taken in battle. Usually under the circumstances if a brats parents were killed, then the kid would be either sent to another family member or destroyed if unwanted.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**FLASH BACK**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Santoh, go and get the Prince this kid is about to be drained and released from the tank" Orded the head guard in the Med room to one of Prince Vegeta's personal body guards.

"Sure thing" Santoh replied before running down the red carpeted hall accompanied by royal blue painted walls to retrieve the Prince.

A few minutes later Santoh arrived behind the Prince.

"Shungiku" Vegeta began "As soon as the tank is drained, you will help me with the brat. I have a feeling he wont like where he is" Vegeta said with a smirk.

"As you wish" Replied Shungiku.

The green fluid was drained, and Gohan slowly opened a groggy eye. He stared at his surroundings in awe, he had no idea where he was. Then a voice brought him out of dream land, a voice that he had heard before and made him shudder.

"Santoh, go and get some royal clothes for Daikon" Vegeta motioned towards the kid, indicating he was Daikon. Santoh nodded and headed out the door.

Gohan was still dazed and confused, but immediately recognised Vegeta.

"Y…You!" He stuttered. "W…What h…have you done with my father! W…Where am I?" He asked, too afraid to take in his surroundings properly. He realised how hopeless everything looked and began to cry.

"Shut it kid! A true Saiya-jin never shows such a weakness!" Vegeta shot at him.

"J…Just you wait!" Gohan's anger began to take hold and his tears ceased "Till my father comes here! Then you will pay! My dad will kick your sorry ass into the next dimension!" Gohan's voice faltered when he realised what he had said, but then realised his mother wasn't here to yell at him for his use of an explicit word.

Vegeta had had enough of the boys cheek, so instead of defending himself with mere pointless words alone he grabbed the kid around the neck and began to strangle him.

"Don't you ever speak to your prince like that again! You hear me boy!?"

"Y…Yes…" Gohan rasped.

"Yes what?" Vegeta questioned, tightening his grip.

"Y..Yes…P…Prince Vegeta" Vegeta released his grip and Gohan fell to the floor.

"Good Daikon, you will learn quick." Gohan looked up at him with questioning eyes.

"Well since I saved your life, I get the privilege of naming you accordingly, and I name you Daikon." Vegeta said to Gohan.

"You never saved my life" Gohan spat back at him.

"Oh yes I did boy! I could have left you for dead, but I didn't! I knew that you had more potential than all of those fools put together, and I figured you deserved the chance to become re-acquainted with your Saiya-jin heritage since you were deprived of it. Well it was either leave you on Chikyuu and be blown up and killed like all the other pathetic weaklings, or bring you here so you can live your life." Vegeta lied through his teeth, he was a very talented liar.

"I don't believe you! I don't believe you! You could never have the power to destroy my home with my father there!! He would have killed you!" Gohan stopped in mid sentence at his realisation. "My father… What have you done with him!?" The rage began to build up inside of him. He felt like nothing else mattered except that he must punish Vegeta for his crime. A warm feeling began rising from the depths of his soul, his energy sky rocketed, a blue aroura formed around his small frame as he began to power up. With a feral roar Gohan launched himself at the smirking Prince. Gohan's every intention was of wiping that smirk off his arrogant face for good.

Vegeta just stood there, watching the boy as his anger rose. This kid was no match for Vegeta, Crowned Prince of Vegeta-Sei. A micro second before Gohan connected with the royal abdomen, Vegeta realised the amount of power that was in the attack. Almost panicked, Vegeta tried to get out of the way, but he was too slow. Gohan slammed into his abs. A sickening crunch could be heard over the screams as Vegeta's ribs shattered and he slammed into the wall on the opposite side of the room. Gohan jumped back and began a head on attack, slamming his fists in to his face causing blood to run and bones to break.

Meanwhile Shungiku looked on stunned, he was too shocked to move for the first few seconds of the one way fight. At that moment, Santoh arrived back with the clothes. His first reaction was to grab the boy off his Prince. Santoh fazed out and reappeared right behind Gohan and grabbed him, trapping his arms against his body. Gohan wildly tried to escape, before realising it was no use. He was no match for two elite soldiers, his power level hardly compared to theirs.

Vegeta slumped to the ground, unalble to comprehend what had just happened. The pain in his chest was bad, but bearable. He had endured much worse in battle.

"Sire!" Shungiku finally moved from his almost comatose state. "Are you ok?" He frowned at his Prince, wondering why the boys attack had had such an effect on him, and why he didn't even try to defend him self.

Vegeta looked up at him, a dazed and confused look in his usually emotionless eyes. "Yes!" He answered, shaking his head slightly to dismiss what had just occurred. "I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?" He dared Shungiku to answer him, his usual scowl on his face again. All traces of emotion had fallen as quick as they had come.

"Oh no reason, I thought maybe you would like me to prepare a regen tank? You know, just incase! It's always good for a Prince to be in..."

"PIPE DOWN! I do not need to hear you pathetic rambeling! Now be off!" Vegeta shooed him onwards with the wave of his hand, Shungiku bowed in respect and departed.

Gohan had long given up his fight. It was pointless. There was no chance he could break free from the hold the elite had on him. The soldier still had him within his harsh grasp, but Gohan barely felt it. The reality that his parents were gone, his friends were gone; the whole planet was gone had barely begun to sink in.

Everything he knew, it was like it had been wiped completely out of history. His last few moments on earth were a blur, the fuzzy fury of being incaved in his oozaru form. His last memory of his father, barely breathing and in pain made his heart ache. How long has he been here? He couldn't be sure. He couldn't stop thinking of his father. It can't be true.... But then again, he was pretty beat up... The only other person there was Krillin, and there was no way he was any match for a Saiyan... Hell, Gohan was already stronger than him.

Gohan sighed in defeat. There was nothing he could do. With the earth gone, there were no Dragonballs, no hope. It was that moment Gohan decided he would seek revenge against the Saiyajin race even if it cost his own life. At the moment there was no real point in him living. All his family and friends would be in the other world, waiting for him. But he could not let the destruction of his world go unnoticed or un punished. He would train until he could train no more, become as strong and eventually stronger than that of the Prince. Then he would wipe them all out just to get back at them.

Form that day forth Gohan had a different persona. He no longer smiled and joked, but rather scowled and insulted. Gone were the days of playing tag and hunting for animals in the forest, or studying under the watchful eye of his mother.


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"Your improving kid" That was as close to a compliment as it came from the Prince.

"I know!" Daikon replied, confidently.

"But you are still are far inferior to me. I will always be superior to beings such as you. Power as great as mine will always be out of reach for 3rd class trash such as yourself" Vegeta smirked at his own comment, which did not alter the boys expression.

"Sure Vegeta, that's what you think! Just you wait, I will become the legendary that is spoken of. Then YOU will be MY inferior!" He returned Vegeta's smirk.

"Hn. Sure kid, keep dreaming. You wont have the chance if you address your Prince in such a disrespectful way again, now be off! I have other, more important matters to attend to" Prince Vegeta turned and left the broken arena.

Daikon just stared at his retreating back, not even contemplating that it was his cue to leave too. 'Ha, I wonder what's up his royal ass today! As if he would kill is best student!' He chuckled to himself, then left to get cleaned up and prepared for the evening meal.

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Each evening Vegeta no Ou would sit head of the long dinning table with Vegeta no Ouji to his left side. Various others of higher importance who also resided in the palace would also be seated in order of rank. The high counsel members were included along with the highest ranking of the elite squad, and their personal bodyguards. Also present on the table, at the far end, was Daikon.

Times on Vegeta-sei were peaceful, although it was still preferred that the royal family have their own personal body guards in case the odd number of rebels would chose rebel, not that Vegeta no Ouji couldn't take care of himself! There were the few extremists that didn't agree with the rulings of their world, and did their best to make their objections known. There were the usual protests on the steps to the royal palace, which would always end up in a bloody brawl. Nothing of the sort would end cleanly. Yet that was none of King Vegeta's concerns. He was more interested in the half-breed that his son had taken under his wing.

The King had taken notice that the kid was practically treated like royalty, being allowed to live in the 'Royal House of Vegeta' and trained by the Prince himself. To this day he still had a slim idea of what the kid would actually be useful for, although he must admit, he had shown fighting potential.

'But that's only due to the fact he has the best trainer on the whole planet' He reasoned with himself. It was true. Daikon was currently the only warrior who could lay a finger on his son, aside from a couple of elites, and he was just a BOY! The power he possessed, it was abnormal. No 'child' of that age should be able to compare to his prince.

These thoughts made the king uneasy.

'What if the brat does (for some unknown reason) onday gain the strengh to overpower his true kind and seek revenge on us?' Vegeta no Ou stressed. It had taken 2 years for Daikon's mind to be reconditioned to make him believe that he is a pure blooded Saiya-jin, and that his planet was destroyed. After, it was also drilled into his mind that none of his past existed, but was merely a figment of his wild imagination. Four years later, Daikon believed he had lived on Vegeta-sei all his life, that his parents had been killed in battle and that the Planet Chikyuu-sei never existed.


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~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**Chukyuu-sei Capsule Corp.


"Right!" Bulma started in a cheery voice, which was also laced with slight apprehension. "I have triple checked EVERYTHING, packed extra supplies that we could not possibly need (Even with Goku aboard!)" She added with a grin "And I am sure we are ready to depart!"

"Yes!" Goku cheered, latching onto his friend and swinging her around like she was a rag doll. He abruptly stopped when he realised what he was actually doing. "Oh! I'm soooo sorry Bulma!" He gently laughed and scratched that back of his head. " I guess I kinda got caught up in all the excitement" He apologised, also earning a warning glance from Chi-Chi in the process. There was still tension in the air between the fiery dark haired woman, and the blue haired genius. There were just something's that will never change.

"I forgive you Goku! On one condition though..." She smirked evilly at him.

"Anything!" He grinned stupidly again.

"Ok! Go up to my room and fetch my things will you please?" She asked sweetly.

"Sure thi.." He didn't finish his final word before disappearing from everyone's sight.

Chi-Chi crossed her arms in anger and huffed as she turned away in disgust. Moments later Goku reappeared with a baffled look on his face.

"Well? Where's my stuff Goku?" Bulma asks the saviour of the world, with her hands on her hips.

"Ahh.. Bulma.. Do you know how much stuff is up there...?" He scratched the back of his head again, which of late it seemed as though there was a good chance he had nits or something!

"Yes? You point is?" Goku sweat dropped and fell on the ground anime style with is legs up in the air. "Goku! Get up! We don't have time for this! Looks like I'll have to get it myself!" Bulma ran in the house and returned a few short minutes later carrying only her turquoise blue handbag that matched her hair, eyes and sweater.

"Alright! Everyone, say your final good bye's we are already behind schedule!" Bulma announced. She walked over to her teary eyes mother and embraced her tightly.

"Oh Bulma dear..." Mrs. Briefs sobbed. "Please return safely to me!" She pleaded with one final squeeze before letting her only child slip from her gip.

"Yes mum, I promise I will! And don't worry about me! I'll be fine! I've got Goku with me, remember!" Bulma reassured her emotional wreck of a mother.

"Good!" She sobbed again.

"Bulma..." He father whispered tenderly.

" I know dad, you don't have to say it!" Bulma reached out for her father, and hugged him before pulling away.

"I'll see you both sometime soon! And I will keep in touch!" She waved and boarded the ship while wiping away a single tear.

Meanwhile Goku was receiving a threat from his wife.

"GOKU! You better promise to being back me boy! If you don't, then you in for it!" She said harshly with tear filled eyes.

"Yes Chi, you know that I will if I can!" He kissed her on the forehead and hugged her, inhaling her scent for one final time.

"And I expect you back here in one piece!" She pulled away from his tight embrace and kissed him passionately, allowing her built up tears to flow freely.

Goku reached up a hand and tenderly wiped them away with his thumb. "Its ok Chi... Don't cry! It will seem like no time at all until I am home again, just you see! And I will have our Gohan back!"

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot!" Chi-Chi exclaimed, and she reached in to her over sized bag. "Here" She passed him a capsule.

"What's this Chi-Chi?" Goku questioned. He was secretly hoping that it was extra food for him that she had cooked.

"Its books for Gohan. I am sure while he has been away that he has NOT received adequate education! So I'm leaving it up to you to give these to him!"

"Ok..." Goku said taking the capsule from her and stuffing it in his Gi pocket. "I gotta go now Chi" Goku said regretfully. "Remember, I love you" He kissed her quickly at headed for the ship, stopping at the entrance to blow her a kiss, which sent her into tears.

"Bye Goku! I love you too!" Chi-Chi cried.

"Bye Bulma dear! We love you!" Bulma's parents said in unison.

The other members of the Z gang entered the craft and waved goodbye and the door began to slide shut.

"BYE!" Both parties yelled before being completely enclosed within the chip.


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END OF CHAPTER 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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