Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Style ❯ PART VII: Return to Earth ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I don't own the show. I have no affiliation with it. I just watch it, by myself, in my living room. Then I sigh. Then I write stories about it.

Epic

By: Letta

Rating: R - NC-17

Warnings: A little bit of gore, Yaoi, angst, violence, slight language, poor grammar, anything I left out from this list, good times

Pairings: Goku X Vegeta… completely classic.

Notes: I had a migraine while writing this, but thankfully, my aspirin kicked in. I honestly don't know why I have `Notes:' and then a few lines later, I have `A/N:'. Then, at the very end, I usually have another `A/N:'. I think I must like notes. It means I can type stuff like this.

"denotes speaking"

*denotes thought*

//flashback//

A/N: I thought about doing the Garlic Jr. Saga, but since it really held no relevance to Goku or Vegeta, I reluctantly decided against it. I guess that's it.

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PART VI: RETURN TO EARTH

The pressure of entry into the planet's atmosphere barely affected him. It was doubtful he even noticed. Reverse thrusters kicked into slow his decent, which would eliminate the pod's impact crater. He sighed to himself, he felt listless. Above all else, he felt tired.

A bitter smile spread across his face. One year ago, shortly after they had been transported to Earth, the woman had been contacted by someone named King Kai. He told her what was happening with the fight on Namek, up until it exploded. Kakkarot had defeated Frieza. He remembered the relief that had flooded his being when he heard that. Which was followed by jealousy, over killing Frieza or becoming a super saiyan, he wasn't sure.

Then came the news that no one knew what had happened to Kakkarot. They had assumed he died. He scowled as he recalled the depressed silence that had fallen over the assembled group. He grudgingly admitted that he had been a part of that group.

Of course, they had two sets of dragonballs then. The Namek set and the Earth set. Well that was just peachy. Then, it turned out, Namek had a much shorter year than Earth, which allowed their set to regenerate much more quickly.

He had waited patiently on the backwater planet for Kakkarot to be wished back so he could discover the secret to becoming a super saiyan. He had spent most of his time avoiding the Namekians, the woman and her idiotic friends, and anyone who dared bother him. He showed his face at meals, usually opting to eat somewhere where he was more or less, secluded.

Then came the day to wish back Kakkarot. He wondered at his ability to conceal his excitement. He had felt as if he were going to burst at the time. Oh, but Kakkarot wasn't dead. No, not at all. Then they tried wishing the fool back to Earth, but that had been declined. Kakkarot had been training in space while he had been sitting around waiting for him to come home! The selfish bastard.

His pod touched down in the yard of Capsule Corp.

He smiled wryly. He supposed he could have quickly wished for immortality while everyone was thinking of what to do. He since realized that immortality was no longer his priority. He wanted to become a super saiyan, and he was going to track down Kakkarot to find out how. So, he had rushed off to the space pod that the woman's father had built, and `borrowed' it.

He stood from his seat, his mind elsewhere as he began walking over to the ramp that was slowly lowering itself to the ground. When it finally finished, he began walking down, his eyes immediately shooting to the woman and one of her friends that had run over to see what was going on.

"You've got a lot of nerve coming back here!"

He barely glanced at the man.

"What are you going to do about it?" he sneered. He was willing to fight, even if this would produce no challenge. Then the woman stepped between them as the other mans hackles rose.

"Pew Vegeta! You stink!" she said, waving her hand in front of her nose, while pressing a finger into his chest. "Let's get you into a shower!"

He didn't display the shock he felt. The woman was confusing.

*I suppose I do stink.* He watched her walk away for a moment before deciding to follow her. He could use a shower. It would be nice to scrub off the grime that he was coated in.

After all, a prince should be cleaner than those around him.

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Vegeta relaxed slightly as the water coursed down his skin, rinsing away a few layers of dirt. The hot water just felt so right. He slumped against the wall, basking in the small comfort, eyes sliding shut. He supposed that it was nice to have a place to return to that Frieza's dirty talons hadn't managed to grip. It was a nice change from running around in space. He was free. He was finally free. No one ordered him to kill anymore. He did that when and where he wanted. In fact, the only times he had killed in space was when he was trying to find Kakkarot and the information wasn't readily reaching him.

//Vegeta scowled as he bent down and grabbed a man by the collar of his armor.

"We have an alliance with Frieza! You're going to be dead when he finds out what you did!" the man coughed.

"Hmph. Frieza's dead. He was killed by a saiyan warrior."

"Killed by a monkey? Impossible!"

"Obviously not. I'm looking for a saiyan who calls himself `Goku.'" The name sounded weird to his ears.

"Never heard of him."

"Then I have no use for you," Vegeta said, pointing a finger in the man's face and blasting it away. He dropped the dripping corpse as he surveyed the damage. Their entire army had barely scratched him. The battleground was littered with bodies that had survived his attack. Of course, the bodies had been relieved of their lives. He was getting nowhere this way.

He could be up to his eyes in blood and not find a thing about Kakkarot's location. He sighed. He supposed he would just have to hunt the fool down himself.//

He cracked his eyes open, then grabbed the soap and began lathering up. He scowled when certain bits of blood and dirt refused to come of and reached for the scrub brush. That memory seemed so long ago, now. He had shuttled off into space, ears always alert for anything rumors of a golden haired fighter with unheard of power.

He shuddered as he thought of those golden tresses spiking upwards while those cold, aqua eyes met his and actually softened slightly. Kakkarot had been genuinely happy to see him. No one had ever been happy to see him. The shivers of excitement that had threatened to run through him had barely been kept at bay.

He had wanted to fight the warrior to see how strong he had become and he had also wanted to throw him to the ground and trail fiery lips all across the other man's body. He had wanted to bury his hands in that golden hair, to… to…

Vegeta sighed, his eyes darting to the knobs on the wall, wondering if he should switch to cold. A year had not eased his lust. If anything, it only added to it. He had heard a saying somewhere… absence makes the heart grow fonder. It seemed as though that were true.

"Servant woman, get me a drying cloth!" he called, knowing full well that Bulma could hear him from the balcony beyond the bathroom door. (Seriously, did it strike anyone else as odd to have a bathroom leading out to a balcony?)

"I'm not your servant, Vegeta!" she screeched. "If you ask like that, you can drip dry!"

He quickly shampooed his hair, glad it was a "2-in-1" bottle that included conditioner. He had difficulty remembering which was which. Keeping his mind firmly off Kakkarot, he turned off the water as the woman opened the door and threw a towel inside. He smirked at that, noting how she slammed the door shut. He didn't understand Earth women.

A moment later, he was finishing drying his hair, which had already returned to it's normal gravity-defying state, then looked at the clothes that the woman had left out for him.

*These clothes! Are they for a man or a woman?* He frowned, mystified as to why someone would own clothes like these. Cautiously, he put them on as if they would bite at the slightest provocation. He was confused why he would need shorts and pants, but then remembered a clothing `magazine' he had absently leafed through and recalled the word `underwear.' It seemed the shorts were to be worn underneath the pants.

A few minutes later, he opened the door and stepped out.

The woman was there, with her friend and a few other people he recognized, but didn't acknowledge. He presence made them on edge, and he secretly delighted in unnerving them. The only who didn't seem to be affected was the woman.

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The lavender-haired boy encapsulated his pod, and dusted himself off. He wanted to look his best, even if his best was an old jean jacket and a battle-survived tank top. His pants were slightly better, less worn, but not new. Clothes shopping hadn't exactly been his highest priority back home and he had never really been bothered by it, but he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Despite the severity of the reason why he found himself where he was, he still felt largely inadequate by his somewhat scraggly appearance. He wanted to make a good impression, after all.

Sighing, he pushed his hair out of his face, and looked at his watch. He had more than enough time. He smirked sardonically to himself, he had all the time in the world. He had a good two hours before he had to possibly show up anywhere. With the way his curiosity was burning, he couldn't ignore it. He had to see the world he'd heard about with his own eyes.

With a small smile, he reached inside his jacket pocket and withdrew his capsule case, popping the lid open. His fingers hovered above it for a moment before snatching one with a red label. His smile grew wider as he pressed down on the top and tossed it a few feet away.

*****

"You arrogant…"

"Would you like barbeque sauce on your steak, Vegeta?" Bulma asked, cutting off Yamcha and throwing the quarreling men off guard.

"I suppose so."

She turned back around to the grill, smirking triumphantly. *He's just like a little kid, when you think about it!* She had to hold in a giggle.

Suddenly the group went silent and she turned around to find out why. They were all staring towards the sky, mouths agape, terrified. She found herself feeling very, very nervous.

"Uh, hey guys? What's up?"

"It's Frieza!" Vegeta said, "But that's impossible! Kakkarot killed him!"

"I've never felt anything that strong before!" Yamcha added, comprehension of this new power slowly dawning on him. The fighters of the group suddenly looked very determined, and Bulma knew exactly what was happening. Before Yamcha knew it, she was latched on to him, refusing to let go unless he took her with.

"No, it's too dangerous!"

"If Frieza's come here, he's going to destroy the entire planet, and we'll all be killed anyway. Before I die, I want to see him! On Namek I had to stay stuck in a cave while Gohan and Krillin went all over, leaving me with nothing to do. Well not again! I'm going with and that's final!" she yelled, looking fiercely into Yamcha's eyes. He nodded reluctantly, knowing there was no way he'd be able to talk her out of it, and even if he did manage to remove her death grip on his arm, she would follow them in an air car anyway. At least this way, he could keep an eye on her and get her out of trouble.

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The group from Capsule Corp. landed, having zeroed in on the rest of the Z fighters, save Piccolo. Bulma blinked, then smiled as she took in Gohan, the armor he had gotten on Namek was once more in use. She took in all the faces, Krillin, Tien, Choatzu, Yamcha, Gohan of course, Puar, and Vegeta. It was almost like a reunion, except instead of Goku, they had the surly saiyan prince, instead.

They were all grumbling, trying to think up a plan, none of which really seemed like it would work. They all were wishing the same thing: that Goku was there.

"He feels even stronger than he did on Namek," Krillin said, mouth tightening, the statement making their situation seem even bleaker than before.

"Quiet," Vegeta said tauntingly, "all this talk is upsetting the Namek."

The mumblings stopped as everyone stared at Vegeta for a moment before sweeping their eyes around, looking for Piccolo.

"Piccolo!" Gohan cried, excitedly when his eyes fell on his mentor's flapping white cape. All of a sudden the boy had found his confidence, all possibilities of a defeat fleeing his mind.

*****

The lavender hair boy sheepishly encapsulated his motorcycle, glancing at his watch, already knowing he was a little late. He couldn't help it. He had never seen beautiful cities or pristine countryside like he had during his trip. At any rate, he knew nothing had happened yet, and as he looked over the lip of the cliff, he could see a small battalion and two lizards.

Well, the first thing to do would be to get rid of all the pesky ants, then he could focus on the queen. It was an age-old military strategy for dealing with numbers. Take care of the small ones first so that you don't trip over them, and then you can give your undivided attention to something slightly more deserving.

He reached over his shoulder, hand firmly grasping the hilt of the sword strapped to his back and removing the weapon from its sheath. He was already airborne and charging by the time he had this accomplished. He flicked his wrist, extending his arm so that the sword was pointing away from him as he charged, arm curving in a deadly arc as he quickly met his first victim. He then used a backhanded cut with the next and repeated the process twenty or so times before the battalion was chopped chunks of flesh behind him.

His movements had been so swift that the blood from his slaughter hadn't even been able to collect on the blade.

Behind him, he could practically hear the jaws drop.

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Vegeta stopped short, out of nowhere a huge power level dwarfing Frieza's had arrived. At first, he had thought it was Kakkarot, but then dismissed that thought when the ki signature that was being emitted didn't match that of the third class. Then confusion settled in. Almost faster than he could keep up with, he felt the small life energy of Frieza's little forces extinguish.

All he cared about was Frieza.

Now, however, his curiosity was peaked, and he wanted nothing more than to see what was happening with his own eyes. Without warning, he charged onward, not bothering or caring if the pathetic weaklings behind him followed or not. They were of no concern to him.

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The boy smirked at Frieza, making him seem so familiar that he knew it unnerved the lizard. He knew the reason for that, but as he stood on the cliff, overlooking the gorge below him, he also knew that it really didn't matter. At least not in this fight, if he could even call it that. He watched without interest as Frieza bickered with his father, mistakenly thinking him dead. He couldn't blame them.

At this time, he smiled ruefully, there were only a very select few who could withstand an attack like the one Frieza had let loose on him. Again he smiled sadly, right now he was the only one on the planet who could survive it, short of Frieza himself. Though, admittedly, the lizard would not have been unscathed as he was.

Frieza had made several attempts to kill him, which was exactly what he was arguing about with his father. King Cold, if he recalled correctly, seemed to think that it should only have taken one. Even the last one, Frieza had created a ball of energy so large that it would have easily torn the planet apart, but he had caught it. In his anger, and with a measure of cunning, Frieza had sent another power shot of energy into his first attack, blowing it apart.

They believed it had killed him.

With an intake of breath, he began a complicated series of movements with his arms, bringing in energy.

"Hey Frieza!" he called out, shooting downwards towards the shocked tyrant who was turning around with a look of horror. The fear was quickly masked as Frieza turned his features angry. Unfortunately for the lizard, the boy had the hilt of his sword firmly in a two-handed grasp above his head as he swung down with both arms, neatly slicing through the monster so quickly that Frieza's brain did not quit functioning immediately even though it was sliced in half. Frieza's vision began to slide into two directions before his body realized it should be dead and shut down.

The boy finished up by chopping Frieza into small chunks before dispersing a palm full of energy onto his remains. The boy turned his aqua eyes to rest sharply on the last invading alien alive. He pushed a stray hair out of his eyes that dripped with golden energy.

He slowly lowered himself to the dusty ground, staring at the king without a hint of warmth in hardened eyes. An all-too-familiar cold anger flooded his being, settling in his gut to fester as he glared at the stranger to this world. Then again, he too, was a stranger.

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Vegeta was once again shocked and embittered as he saw how easily King Cold had been defeated. First the tyrant that had held him in bondage nearly his entire life, and now the beast that had fathered him. He had not witnessed Frieza's death, but he had sensed it, and now that they were peering over the top of the cliff, he watched as a golden-haired boy destroyed King Cold with a single blast to his torso, allowing the lizard's charred insides to spill out in a goopy mess.

Then, the boy's hair bled out into a lavender color as he powered down and looked up directly at them, giving the assembled group a friendly wave. Shock on top of shock. Even with them masking their kis, the boy had known they were there. Then, the boy leisurely flew up to them.

"Hi! I'm going to meet Son Goku. Want to come?"

The group was appropriately silent with bewilderment for a moment until Gohan spoke up.

"You're going to meet my father?"

"Yeah," the stranger said, tipping his head in the direction he planned on going before starting off himself, not waiting to see if he'd be followed.

The group immediately turned to each other, questioning the boy's trustworthiness.

"If he's going to meet my dad, then I'm going," Gohan said, showing more bravery and less caution than the rest of the group before taking off after the newcomer. Vegeta hid a smirk at the boy's determination, a very saiyan trait. He took off after the two, feeling the rest join the procession shortly after.

He was going to learn about this boy, who could so easily destroy Frieza and his father, and then he was going to smack Kakkarot upside the head for being gone so long.

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A/N: Wow, I could not find the time to write this. Between suffering grades, energized visiting cousins, and forced `volunteering', I am slowly going insane. I was scheduling my breakdown for the middle of next week, but instead I called in sick so I could catch up on everything. Even still… To be honest, there are parts of this chapter that I really like, and parts that I hate, but I don't have the energy to redo them right now. Someday after this is done, if I have the initiative, I might go through this story and redo large quantities of it. Anyway…