Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ TOSOV (THE OTHER SIDE OF VEGETA) ❯ THE CERULEAN CITY WATER CARNIVAL ( Chapter 1 )

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The
Other
Side
Of
Vegeta
By Elanya


Disclaimer! I do not own any portion or characters of DBZ or PokeMon. My thanx to the creators of such magnificent personalities for use the use of fanfiction. DBZ belongs to TOEI Studios, Akira Toriyama and FUNimation. PokeMon belongs to Nintendo and Warner Brothers Studios. I am not making any money from this saga. It is just an expression of my interest in such fantastic anime like DBZ. No law suits, please. Being under privileged, the paycheck doesn't stretch that far. WARNING! This fanfic begins with a PG-13 rating
for language (we all know that Vegeta has a mouth that would make a sewer look clean, lol) and violence. Later it will have n NC-17 rating for the juicy stuff. Reader discretion is advised. This is my first fanfic so be brutal in UR review. Vegeta is OOC thru most of the fic. This is a V/B break up fic. Major Bulma bashing.
Apologies 2 all Bulma/Vegeta romance fans out there. If any ideas or themes sound familiar to any author of other stories please note, I had not intention of stealing such fantastic ideas, they just worked themselves into the scope of this saga as pure coincidence. My thanks and apologies go to those authors. Happy reading. A/N: EXTREME AU, HINTS OF YAOI AND YURI.


CHAPTER I

The Cerulean City Water Carnival

It was April, the time of the Cerulean City Water Carnival, and five-year-old, Bura Briefs wanted to attend. The Carnival was the biggest event on Kanto Island. The Carnival attracted beings from around the world and across the universe.

"Oh, honey, mommy can't take you, but I'll ask daddy when he comes in from training with Trunks," Bulma Briefs, blue haired president of Capsule corporation, told her mirror image baby girl.

"Really, Bulma?! You think dada will take me? Oh, God, I hope so! I'd give anything to spend time with my handsome prince!" Bura exclaimed, then skipped off to play ‘Besides, don‘t get too used to this mushy sap, I‘m just being civil cause ‘tousan asked me to be,’ the tyke thought as she left.

Bulma sighed. Little Bura, like her older brother Trunks, adored their dad and that was something Bulma could not understand. The being that had mated with her and had given her two beautiful children was anything except a good role model and father figure. However, she bristled at the small one calling her by name instead of ‘mommy.’ ‘Well, what do you expect? This is the first time you’ve seen her or her dad since you threw him out four years ago. If it were not for Trunks having to learn the ins and outs of his future, that monkey would have them off -planet,’ Bulma thought to herself.

Prince Vegeta was the crown prince of the obliterated Saiya-jin race of aliens. He was below average in height-when
standing next to Tien or Piccolo who were both over six feet tall. He had cold onyx colored eyes and a heart to match except for rare moments when he let his guard down and shared himself. He had
jet-black brown hair that spiked upwards like a candle's flame, a look that earned him the nickname of 'Vege-head,' and a widow's peak in the middle of his forehead. On the other hand, he was heartstoppingly handsome, slim and extremely well proportioned due to the rigorous training, deep meditation and exercise programs, which
were his life's passions. Nonetheless, Vegeta and his son, Trunks, were training in the Gravity room that was attached to the main complex of Capsule Corporation and had the machine set at 550x Earth's natural gravity. Vegeta (52 Earth years but looked 25) and Trunks (19 Earth years but looked 12) were trying to beat the crap out of one another. The elder more so than the younger. Vegeta was a proud being whose ego was as big as his hair and he was stubborn to a fault, never admitting to his weaknesses. Pride had been one of the major strength/weaknesses of the Saiy-jin race, and Vegeta had that in abundance! It was the one thing that kept him from showing his feelings to those he cared about, such as his former mate (not that he had any real feelings for that) or his kids (all that he had ever had but could not acknowledge). He didn't like being out of control at anytime and any expression of feelings was definitely beyond one's control, or so the young Prince Vegeta had learned a long time ago on Vegetasei. Thus, he had buried both his heart and his feelings behind a wall of impenetrable granite. (At least, it had been
impenetrable until he fought and was beaten by one Son Goku, his half-breed son and midget friend then he met one Bulma Briefs the only other female sub creature to ever challenge him and remain alive. The second one was Kakarrot's harpy wife, Chichi). Nonetheless, it was also Vegeta's pride that kept him from admitting
that the offspring of a third class Saiya-jin warrior named Bardock was three times more powerful than the prince himself was or could ever hope to be. He was the Prince of a supposed long dead race of warriors who only had one true subject under himself: Kakarrot, otherwise known as Goku. The very fact infuriated him to no end.

Although he had fought many battles, one of Vegeta's shining moment of glory was just after Trunks had been born. Four androids had shown up to do some serious battle, mainly to destroy Goku. Vegeta had just attained the Super Saiya-jin form of his being and returned to Earth, after training on another planet, in time to taunt a fallen Kakarrot (Goku), who was suffering from a heart virus. If it had not been for Vegeta's intervention and Piccolo, a former enemy himself of Goku's, trying in vain to defeat Android # 20 Goku would have been a memory and the Earth would have lain in ruins.

"Nobody kills Kakarrot while I'm around! Destiny has reserved that right for me!" Vegeta exclaimed, kicked the
ailing warrior out of his way, then proceeded to inflict some serious ass kickin' against Androids #19 and #20. He was the only one of the Z-Sensi who ever called Goku by his Saiya-jin name of Kakarrot. Vegeta's own children followed suit by referring to Goku by that name, also.

That seemed like hundreds of year ago, but the prince still trained as if he had a purpose. Well, he did! To eventually surpass the grandsons of Bardock, a third class Saiya-jin warrior and Kakarrot, the son of that same warrior himself and to become the most powerful warrior in the universe! Oh, leave us not forget the other
competition, Vegeta-san! The powerful Piccolo, who a long time ago, had become a Super Namek after he had fused with Earth's Namekian Guardian, Kami. Heh! A Super Namek was, without a doubt, twice as powerful and stronger than a Super Saiya-jin at full form, but unlike the great Prince Vegeta, Piccolo admitted to his weaknesses and shortcomings. Then his mind drifted as he thought of those more powerful and stronger than the Prince himself and this wrinkled his chain a good deal.


'The Namek. Kakarrot. Gohan. Goten. My own son! Who else? Oh, yes. The Androids #17-20. Frieza, that lizard tailed perverted piece of space trash. His side kick, that blue-skinned transformer, Zarbon and Majin Buu's warty twin, Dodoria. That poor excuse for bodyguards and cheering squad, The Ginyu Force. Cell the ultimate weapon. Majin Buu. Chichi. Bulma.' Vegeta's heart stopped at the thought of the last name.


Bulma Briefs. She was his ex wife. His former chosen lifemate and the mother to both the young man he was fighting now and one of the most adorable little female fireballs he'd ever laid eyes on, was probably the only human who could send the Saiya-jin prince running for cover by just saying his name. Oh, Kakarrot's ex-wife, Chi-Chi was strong competition, as well. She had managed to turn Gohan into a scholar with a thirst for knowledge and only fighting when necessary. Bulma had ordered that his own children be placed into pathetically weak Earth schools for education. He argued the point, but lost, anyway. He hated her constant bitchin' and moanin'. Plus, her voice hurt his finely tuned hearing. The desire to avoid killing her was what kept him away from her. Bulma always seemed as if she suffered from the withdrawal symptoms of an estrogen/steroid high with the way her voice rose several octaves in his presence. Furthermore, with his mind preoccupied, Vegeta failed to detect the energy probe that was positioned over his head and preparing to fire, plus he was sparring, in full Saiya-jin armor, at 550x Earth's natural gravity. "Outusan, look out!" Trunks screamed to alert his non-focused parent.

Vegeta jumped into SSJ form just after the probe fired a white-hot shaft of energy that would have obliterated an average warrior. Had it not been for the armor, the result would have been more tragic. The beam caught Vegeta right in the chest and sent him flying to a far wall, through which he crashed and caused the Grav Machine to explode. Trunks went to go check on the prince, who surprisingly was still breathing, but just barely. The teenager picked up his broken and bleeding Outusan and threw him across his shoulders, then went into the house and straight to a medical room that housed a rejuvenation tank. From out of nowhere, Bulma appeared. She shrieked when she saw the condition of her ex-mate.


"Vegeta! Trunks, what the hell happened to your Outusan? I bet he blew up the Gravity Machine again and now expects me to fix it! Well, I'll do that in my own good time, if I ever get around to it. And I don't think my schedule will permit my fixing it any time soon," she ranted.

Trunks didn't answer his mother right away but turned to put his dad in the rejuvenation tank to aid in the prince's speedy recovery. Saiya-jin healed two times faster than humans did, which was a plus.

After Trunks had made Vegeta comfortable, hooked him to the breathing apparatus he then filled the tank with the regenerative fluid of synthetic Saiya-jin DNA. After seeing his dad was taken care of, Trunks excited the room and was met by his mom. She had a look of pure disgust on her pretty face.

"Now, young man, tell me what happened?" she demanded and Trunks jumped with a start.

His mother could even scare the life out of him without much effort. He was as afraid of her as Vegeta was-although the elder prince would never admit to such a failing. Trunks stood his ground and replied in a strong voice, "Dad lost his focus. His mind must have been a million miles away for him not to detect the energy probe in the Grav Room. Sorry we destroyed it again. I'll come by this and fix it this weekend," Trunks said with a promise in his voice.

Bulma threw her hands up in exasperation. She had had her fill of Vegeta's irresponsibility and always destroying the expensive Grav Room. Although, lately, she had to admit, he had not been calling her to fix it as much as he used to, but then again, Trunks had seen her tinker with it numerous enough times to perform the task blind folded. However, that did not excuse Vegeta, who had missed countless holidays, birthdays and anniversaries because he'd be off on some Godforsaken unknown planet doing who knew what! "Just like him to find a way out of his responsibilities!" she screamed and Trunks winced. He possessed the same fine tuned hearing as Vegeta.

"Bulma, dad and I have asked you countless times, not to yell in our ears! It hurts! No wonder dad leaves and doesn't come home for months on end. He's trying to keep his sanity!" Trunks said as he rubbed his ears, which were ringing shrilly.
"Now, what responsibility of his are you blaming him for getting out of this time? He didn't plan this accident, y'know, woman!" Trunks defended his dad, whom he was very fond of even if the sentiment wasn't returned. Not in the open, anyway, however, Vegeta had shown unexpected emotion only when he and his two offspring were together. Most memorable was during Bura's first three months of existence.

Bulma looked at her son. Trunks had never spoken to her so sharply before! Well, given who the boy's sire was and the fact that the two had become inseparable both as sparring partners and as Outusan and son. Vegeta's nature must be rubbing off on the young man. That had to be the reason her son was so feisty, she nodded then replied. "The Annual Cerulean City Water Carnival just kicked off, and Bura-chan wants to go. I was gonna ask Vegeta at dinner if he would take her as I know you have that school project to work on this weekend. It is due Monday, y'know. But I see that now I won't have a chance to ask your dad much of anything until he's out of the tank. Oh, how that alien bakayaro exasperates me to no end!" Bulma fumed in hot disgust. ‘Thank God, I threw him out when I did. He may be a handsome face but he rubs me the wrong way,’ Bulma thought to herself.

"My project's already finished, thank you, ma'am. Dad and I both worked on it in secret. Now, about the CCWC..." At that minute, the young man lost the color beneath his tanned skin and he stood in total shock.

He didn't just hear what he thought he heard. The Cerulean City Water Carnival, and she was gonna ask his highness to take the baby? She must have flipped a few brain cells if she was entertaining that thought. Prince Vegeta and the CCWC were two subjects that did not belong together in the same sentence! A horrid flashback of a little five-year old lavender haired boy and an unhappy midnight haired adult appeared before Trunks' azure colored eyes. A chill ran down his strong spine and his half Saiya-jin blood froze in his veins. She couldn't possibly be entertaining the
thought of suggesting that his Royal Highness, Vegeta...and that after what had happened nearly fifteen disastrous years ago? When she had ordered the prince to take their son, along with Goku and his sons, to said event? Trunks shivered at the grim memory, which was the start-if there was one-of the falling apart of the mateship. In Trunks' opinion, his dad should have just mated with the bitch on steroids and never 'settled' in. Then they wouldn't be putting one another through these ridiculous contortions and the prince trying very hard to control his SSJ temper, which for Vegeta was not easy. Notwithstanding, Trunks had been very happy that the female before him had thrown the prince out of her home. After Vegeta had acquired his own place, the elder prince had called the Brief’s residence and informed Adelaide (Bulma’s mother) that he would be by to get the kids. From that day, only Trunks had been to the corporation on a regular basis, the female hiring him right out of high school.

"Trunks? Trunks, honey, you're as white as a sheet, what's wrong?" Bulma shook her eldest child to bring him back to reality.

Trunks shook his head, then his eyes focused on his nearly forty-eight year old mom. "D-don't ask dad," he replied
softly which shocked his mom.

"And just why not? He took you, didn't he?" Bulma snapped back, her tone tart with frustration. Whenever Bulma thought about or discussed the man who had been her companion for over twenty years, her tone of voice was waspish and short.

Trunks hung his head and cowered shyly as he prepared for the onslaught of bitchin' and yellin' he knew was gonna follow his reply. "D-dad's not allowed in Cerulean City or within a mile of the City limits." Trunks searched desperately for an escape route, but none presented itself.

This revelation sent Bulma through the roof. Why couldn't her ex husband go into one of the most beautiful cities on Kanto Island? Bulma seethed as she hissed, "Okay, young man, you've got some explaining to do as to why Vegeta, your Outusan, is not allowed into Cerulean City!" The force of her voice seemed to
shake the entire framework of the house.

Little wonder the Z-Sensi cowered in fear whenever she was around. The same thing went for Goku's wife, Chi-Chi. Good God, if the two had been Saiya-jin or at least a super human, the battles the Sensi had been in between Frieza, the Androids and Cell would have ended a lot sooner than a week's time. Hell, the fights would have been over in about ten seconds of their beginning, once those two women started a bitch session! The enemy would have just surrendered and begged to be killed for mercy sake.

Trunks blew out a heavy sigh. "Come with me. I can show you better than I can tell you. Don't forget that I was only five when it all happened. The only reason I know any of the details is because Goku and Gohan told me, and Gohan gave me the vid from that day. Then dad had his mind on it one day and I picked up his thoughts. I could feel his humiliation and shame, and I understood. Maybe that's one reason we're a lot closer now, I don't know,"
Trunks said as he led his mom to the family room where a home theater
was built into the wall.

Trunks sat his mom down on the teal colored modular sofa then went to power up the VCR/DVD player and the 60" wide screen television. The teen opened a video cabinet in which was housed numerous VHS tapes and DVDs. After he had located the tape he had been searching for, he slid the cartridge in the video machine
joined his mom on the sofa and waited to start the show.

"The beginning is pretty normal but the middle is gory and not pretty. The first part of the vid is when Kakarrot came to pick dad and me up that day," Trunks explained as he started the video. The image flashed onto the screen.

"Who was filming?" Bulma asked.

"Gohan. Videl had given him a vidcam for his 16th b'day, so he decided that the CCWC would be the perfect testing
ground. Remember, he went off to high school at 15 as a part-time student," Trunks replied.

The video began with the Son men, Goku, Gohan and four-year-old Goten arriving at Capsule Corp in a blue hover SUV that seated eight passengers. Videl was in the middle seat.

"Hey, Vegeta, where's your swimsuit? Can't go to a water carnival not dressed!" Goku said in his good-natured
manner.

Vegeta growled and rolled his eyes skyward. "Look, baka, I don't even want to attend this puke ass event in the first place. I'm doing this under duress and to keep that loud-mouthed, overbearing bitch I've saddle myself with off of my ass! I'm going the way that I am," the prince snarled.

Vegeta was dressed in a black spandex muscle shirt and tight fitting black jeans, his weighted white boots and white leather gloves. He was certainly a mouthwatering figure even if such were not his intent. Nonetheless, he buckled five-year-old chibi Trunks into a booster seat in the back of the SUV, where the child began to play with Goten.

Vegeta climbed into the middle seat of the SUV where Videl sat. Gohan panned the camera over to her and she was beside herself. "You mean, I get to ride all the way to Cerulean City with one of the most gorgeous aliens ever to threaten Earth's existence? Be still my beating heart!" Videl pretended to faint and leaned over Vegeta who pushed her away.

"Get off of me, baka! I'm in no mood to be toyed with!" the prince snarled and Videl sat back in her seat.

"Hey, man, lighten up! We're gonna have a fun day, so be nice, Vegeta, or do you need a six pack?" Gohan laughed, knowing that when the prince was drunk, his mood was the exact opposite of disagreeable. "Okay, kids, are we ready to get good and wet?" Gohan asked the boys who replied with exuberant cheers.

Vegeta growled in response to Gohan's question of his requiring a six pack in order to be loose. He hated beer or anything that made him lose control and look like a fool. Notwithstanding, the prince was preparing himself to have a miserable time. One thing about the Prince of Saiya-jin, he definitely was not a family man. Oh, such a position was just great for that third class baka, Kakarrot, but himself? He'd rather face an army of killer androids
than be subjected to the limitations a family put on a man's freedom. He smirked to himself as he looked back at his son. 'Well, no one knows how you actually feel about the brat. Your secret's safe. As long as you don't put thought to action and hug the kid or anything else so lame,' Vegeta had thought to himself.

Goku, who had finally mastered the art of navigating a hover mobile, started the engine, then the group flew off to the carnival. The ride to Cerulean City took more than an hour, due mainly to the fact that the traffic had doubled after the group left Capsule Corp. The stop-start motion served to further upset the already disagreeable Prince Vegeta, who was known to have the patience of an eyeblink. The group finally got into the City, found a parking
space, unhooked the youngsters from their restraints then went to get the tickets. It was times like this that Vegeta was glad he had become independently wealthy, having been subcontracted by a construction company as a destruction agent to clear away land and other planets so that they could build to suit. Vegeta did not want to have to ask that woman for money or anything other than to satisfy his voracious appetite, both for food (which was a maybe) and for...Well, his mind just wouldn't go down that highway. He paid for the group's tickets, to the surprise of the others, but he swore them to secrecy. "If I hear a word about this, I'll deny it emphatically! And don't say thank you, I do have an image to protect, y'know," the prince smirked as he handed out the tickets.

"Hey, Vege, I'll keep an eye on Trunks if you wanna go meditate, train or something," Gohan offered.

The offer pleased the prince, but he knew what was best. "And have to suffer through an endless bitch session from the wicked queen bitch of the West? What planet have you been on lately, Mr. Son Gohan? Have you forgotten that I'm mated to Chi-chi's evil twin sister?" Vegeta smirked and stayed with the group as they wandered through the Carnival grounds.

Looking as if he had just stepped from the pages of GQ magazine, Vegeta drew a lot of attention from all genders of existence. Gohan panned the camera around to catch the reaction of some of the beings closest to the group. Mouths hung open; eyes bulged in disbelief and shock. Those who had recovered from shock, commented...

"My God, what a body!" someone had said.

"He must be a god, because no mortal on this plane is as handsome or well put together! I wonder if he's single,"
another voice spoke in admiration.

"I wish I could look like that," a feeble male voice sounded.

Here Bulma sat open mouthed as she heard the various catcalls; wolf calls and whistles being directed at the prince.

"Hey, Vege, you seem to be quite the man! I don't think there's a being left on their feet within a half mile of us," Gohan laughed as he panned the crowd, focusing on beings who had to seek something to hold onto for support, their eyes riveted to the prince.

"Do you think I give a rat's ass about the reactions of these pathetic weaklings? I'm not available!" was Vegeta's terse response, as the group kept moving.

"Goku! Gohan! Vegeta! Kids! Hey, hey y'all! Wazzup? I thought I picked up your chiis. Tien tried to tell me that I was crazy, but I knew it was you guys!" Their long time friend and Goku's childhood friend, Krillin, greeted the group.

"Hey, Krillin! How's it goin'? Is this Android 18? WOW! What a change!" Goku remarked as he took in the blue jean clad former android-turned-human.

"Yup, hard to believe that just four years ago we were battling her and her brother. She really put your lights out, didn't she Vegeta?" Krillin laughed but the prince shot him a glance so sharp it could cut the Planet Pluto asunder.

"Don't you know when not to say certain things, chrome dome?" Vegeta flinched and a spark of gold lit his chestnut
highlighted midnight colored hair.

"Whoa, easy, prinny. You know Krillin lacks tact sometime. Simmer down and try not to kill him or her," Gohan said and Vegeta powered down. "So, did ya change your name?" Gohan asked the former android.

Boldly the young girl spoke. "My name's Persephone, now. Krillin's folks just couldn't handle having a daughter-in-law with a number for a name" she replied as she eyed the prince who eyed her with enough venom to poison the Dead Sea. "Yo, prince charming, could you like not look at me as if you're gonna kill me in the next second! Even though I'm human, I could still run you into the ground, little man," she shot with as much attitude and venom as Vegeta.

Vegeta shook his head against the bad memories, which sprang into his head that featured this particular female. The two had been engaged in a heated battle and she had nearly killed him and practically destroyed his pride and honor. He liked this particular female even less than he did the one he had bonded himself to. It was only because of Krillin that he would tolerate the ugly blond bimbo. Soon, four other warriors that Vegeta and the others had known for
what seemed like nearly a lifetime joined the group. The warriors were Tien, the tall, three-eyed telepathic warrior. Emperor Chioutzu, the diminutive one, shorter than Krillin, who had white skin and was also telepathic. There was also Yamcha, Bulma's first boyfriend, and Piccolo, the green being from the Planet Namek. With Piccolo, the Sensi noticed a more slender Namekian, who stood beside him.

"I thought that perverted lizard freak, bitch Frieza destroyed Namek?" Vegeta asked-he was known to have a mouth that made a sewer look like a swimming hole "Plus, I thought Nameks had no need of mates for physical pleasure or reproduction?" Vegeta shot out in his arrogant manner of speaking.

"Vegeta, your language is appalling! And in front of Goten and your own son!" Yamcha scolded in harsh tones.

"Listen, baka, you don't tell me how to talk and I won't tell you where to go and how I can get you there," the prince hissed, his chest heaved as if he had crashed through three mountains. "Hey, hey, this is supposed to be a fun day! Let's try not to kill one another, huh, Vegeta?" Tien cautioned and the Prince humphed in perturbation.

"Now, to answer your question, Vege-head, yes, Frieza did destroy the planet. If you remember, right before the end, both dragons were used to wish everyone back to life then onto Earth. When the Nameks departed to their new home planet, this little lady stayed behind. I met her in East City at the Kobe Mall. Her name's Nadine," Piccolo smiled then introduced his mate to his companions. "And you're right, we don't need a mate for those things. She's just a companion to me," Piccolo concluded. After all the pleasantries and introductions had been made, the group
stayed together. All was relatively quiet as the group moved from area to area, admiring the strange little creatures that inhabited Kanto Island. The creatures were called PokeMon and those persons with children age 2 thru 10, knew the little things intimately; they fascinated those who had no offspring.

"Your dad looks pretty behaved to me. What was the problem?" Bulma asked as she and Trunks continued watching the vid, inwardly peeved at the things that alien bakayaro had called her. She'd cut his drill off if she could and feed it to him for disrespecting her so much. ‘Where had he gotten the money for the tickets, let along purchased them, himself?!’ Bulma’s scientific mind ran that puzzle through its cells.

"Mommy! Trunks! Where are you?" a small cooish voice sounded.

Trunks smiled. He loved Bura to no end and doted on her. It was ashamed that until the last few years they had only been allowed to see Vegeta occasionally. That blame he lay at his mother's door, but he wouldn't dwell on that now. "I'll get her," he said and went to retrieve Bura, brought her back to the family room to watch the video.

"What's this?" she asked. Although she was physically only five years of age, she had the speech, manner and personality of a nine or ten year old. Saiya-jin children were far more advanced than earth children were, but only one of her parents knew that and he was in recovery at the moment. Trunks sat her on the sofa, then her dark blue eyes lit like stars. "DADDY! Daddy's on TV, Trunks! I love you, my daddy!" little Bura-chan shouted at the image on the screen. "My daddy's the most handsome and strongest man in the universe, and when I grow up, I'm gonna marry him," she sighed like a seventeen year old gazing on her favorite celebrity.

Bulma sat open mouthed at this declaration. "You can't marry your daddy, honey, it's not right," Bulma spluttered.

"Why not, you don't want him, momma maxima prime! You even made him leave Trunks and I and told him he couldn't see us again! Mean old trash bag ‘ho. You need a good lay," Bura said but not in her earth tongue. She had spoken the last part of her sentence in the language of her dad and not in her Earth tongue, which caused Trunks to fall over laughing.

"What's so funny?" Bulma asked as she thought the boy was laughing at his sister's declaration to marry Vegeta.

"Nothing. Hey, here comes the part that got dad in trouble," Trunks said as he returned his attention to the vid.

"What's this about?" Bura asked and Trunks told her it was a vid from when Vegeta had taken him to the CCWC some years ago. "I'm goin' and daddy's gonna take me, too!" Vegeta's present youngest child smiled.

"Well, honey, dad's had a bad accident in the Grav Room. Can I take you instead?" Trunks asked his sister, who looked at him cross-eyed and said...

"Okay. Besides, you look like daddy, anyway, but I'm not gonna marry you, baka brain!" Bura giggled, then settled to watch the vid with her mom and brother.

The trio returned their attention to the vid and the picture on the screen was one of chaos and panic.

"Wait! Wait, wind it back!" Bulma exclaimed and Trunks did so. "What happened there?"

Trunks restarted the tape to play mode a few frames ahead of the one the group had just glimpsed.

"Videl, watch the vidcam, please? I'm gonna go watch the fighting PokeMon tournament," Gohan told his girlfriend and gave her the camera.

"Men will be men. They have to see blood and gore no matter what kind of creature is involved," Persephone (18) sighed as the three women sat at a picnic table a little removed from a boxing ring. Chibi Trunks and Goten were with their dads. The Z-Sensi, as the group was known, were all standing in front of the boxing ring where two fighting PokeMon were engaged in an all out battle. Trunks blurted out the kinds of PokeMon, which were a
Hitmonchan and a Primeape. The fighting PokeMon dominated every match they were involved in, except any match that matched them against water element PokeMon-for which Cerulean City was famous. The fighting PokeMon dissolved like ice in the summer sun. When the event was over, a referee stepped up to a microphone to make an announcement.

"We will now open the competition to any and all comers, human or PokeMon," the ref announced.

Not one to resist a challenge and having fought every other kind of creature on the planet, Vegeta jumped at the chance, only to be held back by other members of the Sensi.

"Unhand me, you bakas! I wanna fight!" Vegeta yelled.

"You'll get your chance, hotshot. Let these other weaklings test their strength. That Hitmontop seemed unbeatable!"
Piccolo observed, so Vegeta begrudgingly relented.

Fighter after fighter was tossed out of the ring like a rag doll. Even the great Hercule-Videl's Outusan and great martial artist-was tossed onto his rearside.

"Is that the best that's out there in the audience, my friends? C'mon, surely there must be at least one real fighter among this crowd who can make one of my boys stay down for the count!" The PokeMon Trainer taunted.

Without waiting, as if he ever would, Vegeta teleported himself into the ring and in front of Hitmontop. The crowd was stunned! Who was this dwarf with the Vege-head hair do that spiked to the sky and had probably never seen a rake? How could he possibly hope to measure up against the giant PokeMon, the best fighters on Kanto Island?

"You? Ha, ha, ha! You wish to challenge us, small one? You'll be squashed like a bug!" the trainer taunted, trying to contain his laughter at such a sight. Even he himself towered over this arrogant baka!

Vegeta smirked, "Not only do I accept your challenge, but I will win! I fight to win!" Vegeta boasted confidently, as he stood calm, cool, collected and ready to do battle.

The trainer snickered. "All right, then, we accept your challenge. But I cannot allow these PokeMon to fight any longer. They have fought hard enough already," the trainer said then leaned over the side of the ring.

The trainer threw out an object that was red on top and white on the bottom. The object, which was a Pokeball, broke open and emitted a bright flash of light. When the light died away, there stood a creature with four arms, three times taller than his royal arrogance and as massive as an oak tree. The PokeMon, which was a Machamp,
attacked first and without warning. It wrapped the diminutive prince in its powerful arms and refused to yield. Instinctively, Vegeta struggle for freedom but he stopped and looked Machamp in the eyes. A flash of light left the prince's eyes, entered the Machamp's eyes and caused it to howl in pain. Machamp let go of Vegeta, who fell to
the ground and landed on his feet. Vegeta jumped into the air joined his hands at the wrists to form the letter 'C' and yelled "Big Bang Attack!" A huge blinding sheet of light left from between his cupped hands at a terrific rate and struck the defenseless PokeMon. At the moment of impact, the PokeMon was ripped to shreds. The crowed, which seconds ago had been cheering and laughing because Vegeta was so tiny and appeared to be no match for Machamp, now stood horrified at the sight of one of their beloved creatures torn apart mercilessly.

"Your dad killed a PokeMon?! Damn his black eyes to hell, he's such a monster! I can't believe I ever let that monkey tailed ass get next to me!" Bulma exclaimed, anger at what she had just witnessed exploding from her every pore. After seeing this, she was very tempted to go and unhook the regen tank and let that heathen die
of his wounds!

Trunks, stopping the tape at the spot they had been watching, said, "That was only the first incident. It gets worse from here on out. I didn't know what was goin' on, but I knew my dad wasn't to blame," his voice was distant then he started the tape back up.

The trainer became incensed then threw out another Pokeball. When the flash disappeared, there stood the most immense PokeMon known to exist: Snorlax. For the first time in Bulma's line of vision, the arrogant, I-can-beat-anything-into-the-ground stubborn as a mule Prince of Saiya-jin showed both fear and doubt. Snorlax was massive!
He had to easily weigh over 1000lbs and his appetite was said to rival that of the last two full Saiyans in existence. The PokeMon towered over everything and Vegeta was no bigger than an ant in comparison. The beast took a step in Vegeta's direction, but the Prince's brain kicked into gear and his body reacted. Vegeta took off to higher ground and flew out of the way of a foot that could have easily squashed him as if he had been a Weedle or a Caterpie.
'I can't win against this thing! Fighting it would be a lot like fighting Frieza, the Androids or Cell and my Saiyan pride will not allow a forfeit,' Vegeta thought to himself and he flew around the Snorlax.

This move proved to be advantageous for the prince. Because of the PokeMon's massive size, it was not as agile and quick as many of the smaller PokeMon were, thus it could not keep up with it's miniscule opponent and ended up tripping over its own feet. The beast fell out of the ring, which caused it to be disqualified and Vegeta pronounced
the winner.

"He won! And he didn't even have to go Super Saiyan to do it!" Chioutzu remarked in surprise.

Vegeta went to get out of the ring when the trainer grabbed him and punched him square in the jaw. The prince flinched, but the hand of the other man broke on impact with the tough as iron jaw of the Saiyan. The prince rounded on the trainer and kicked him square in the chest, which sent the trainer flying over the ropes and into
another dimension. After that a free-for-all erupted with Vegeta gaining the upper hand. He just blasted or kicked everyone that got too close for his comfort level. He was 100x stronger than those who ganged up on him were. When the dust settled and the shock wore off, the boxing ring was surrounded by police officials who took the
Saiyan prince into custody for inciting a riot then took him off to jail. The tape ended and Trunks rewound it to put it away.

Bulma sat in shock. "Your dad got arrested? Why am I not surprised! I always knew that hair-trigger temper of his would be his undoing! But why didn't he call? All criminals are allowed one phone call!" Bulma screamed as memories of that night returned to her mind.

She had been hot with anger! She had vowed that she would put that alien dirtbag out her life permanently upon his return! And her baby! Where was he? Thankfully, Chi-Chi, Goku's wife and Bulma's best friend, had called to let her know that Trunks was okay and that he was at the Son residence. That information had eased Bulma's mind
about what happened to her baby.

"Would you like Vegeta to come home after the guys bail him out or what?" Chichi had asked in a hesitant voice.

"He can rot in his cell as far as I'm concerned! I don't ever want to see him again! Chi-Chi, he killed a PokeMon! That's unforgivable!" Bulma had yelled but her friend was sympathetic.

"So, who bailed that royal pain in my ass out of jail that night?" Bulma asked her son who was just putting the tape away then turned cartoons on for Bura. Her little ears were used to the cussing and foul language, which were major parts of her parents' vocabulary.

"Don't call my daddy a pain in your ass. He says you're a pain in his," the baby piped up not taking her eyes off the Reboot episode that held her interest.

Bulma's mouth dropped open. Trunks laughed as he had heard Vegeta say that very thing just before their training session that day.

"Bura Briefs, where did you hear that?" Bulma shrieked.

"Don't yell at me! Daddy said that. He takes me to work with him so we can train together. Some of the other guys at the site talk about their wives, girlfriends or brats. I don't care if daddy calls me a brat. I know I am! Yesterday, a guy asked daddy about his marriage and daddy said that he did not wish to discuss that 'pain in my ass weakling female creature I am no longer with, thank all of creation. One of the few regrets of my existence.' That's what my daddy said," Bura explained in a tone of arrogance that matched Vegeta's.

Bulma, who was already seeing a vision of the prone, lifeless body of a dead Prince Vegeta, was so incensed by what her daughter had just said that she couldn't think straight. "He takes you to work with him?! You should be in school!" she yelled.

"You know I got kicked out when I was three, so don't have a cow, woman! Daddy says I don't need that bakayaro piece of shit, anyway. He can teach Trageta and I what we need to know," Bura shot her nose into the air in an imitation of her Outusan and calling her brother by his Saiyan name.

"Hey, leave me out of this! Hey, let's go to the mall! I'll buy you that game disc for the PS4," Trunks told his sister, who jumped with joy.

"Wait, you never told me who bailed Vegeta outta jail that night?" Bulma asked.

"Kakarrot and Piccolo! Dad stayed with Piccolo that night then left the planet the next day. That was just before your birthday. Bye!" Trunks laughed, grabbed Bura-chan, turned off the TV, then left the house and went to a local mall.

Well, at least some of the mystery of fifteen years ago had been cleared up but she still didn't know why Vegeta was not allowed into Cerulean City. Bulma called Chi-Chi.

"Hello, Son Residence, Chi-Chi speaking," Chi-Chi's shrill voice greeted.

"Chi-Chi! It's Bulma. Hey, girlfriend, is Gohan or Goku around? I need some info only one of them can provide."

"Yeah, hun, hang on, Goku's home," Chi-Chi said and put the call on hold.

"Hey, Bulma, wazzup? Chi-Chi said you wanna ask me somethin'," Goku said in his good-natured way.

"Goku, do you remember the day Vegeta had taken Trunks to the CCWC?" Bulma asked her long time friend.

"I don't think any of us will ever forget it even though it's been fifteen years. Although, I'm sure Vegeta probably wishes he could blast that day to the next dimension. What d'ya wanna know?"

"Why isn't Vegeta allowed in Cerulean City? I was gonna ask him to take Bura to the Carnival, but Trunks told me that the son-of-a bitch wasn't allowed within a mile of the City," Bulma said in her demanding tone of voice that always got a quick response and set some beings on edge.

"Well, maybe it's because there's a restraining order on file in the City Hall against him for the destruction of property and a large number of casualties," Goku provided the information.

"Thanks, my old friend. I knew I could count on you. Oh, could you possibly tell me where he went after you and Piccolo had bailed him out of jail?" Bulma asked for one last bit of info before she terminated the call.

"Sure. He got a call from the owner of the Humizu Construction Company he works with. The man sent him to do a job off planet and he had no time to prepare or tell anyone. Pic and I knew because Vege told us. I asked if he wanted us to let you know, but he said to just tell the kids he'd be home as soon as the job was over. Anything else?" Goku asked but Bulma said that was all she had called for and terminated the call.

Bulma went into the treatment room where the regeneration tank was housed. Vegeta sat unconscious and hooked up to breathing and vital sign apparatus and surrounded by a watery fluid to aid in a speedy recovery. She looked at him with disgust, her stomach elevating into her throat. It was hard to believe that a being not much taller than
she herself could be so destructive and hateful! After over twenty years among the Earthlings some of the ways should have rubbed off on the prince and softened his cold demeanor, but not Vegeta. He fought any and all emotion like he fought any enemy. As impossible as it sounded, he was probably a lot colder and meaner now than he was when he and Nappa had first invaded the planet. No matter, Bulma still hated the ground he walked on and would be that much happier once she could sever the mateship bond that tied them together. She knew he would very definitely be happy. Although, she had thrown him from her home after he had missed his daughter’s second Christmas, she had yet to obtain a legal divorce, since they had lived together for over seven years and were a common-law couple. Plus, this was the first time she had seen the three since his departure, well, she did see Trunks as he was learning to take over the business in the neat future.

"I swear, you disgust me to no end with that damned Saiyan temper and arrogance of yours. Killing an innocent PokeMon is something I cannot abide! You must have felt like the king of the world that day! I'm not sorry that you got put into prison that day, either. The judge should have thrown the book at you then thrown you under the jailhouse! Bakayaro!" and with that, Bulma left the infirmary, forgetting that even in an unconscious state, Vegeta could both hear and sense her presence.

As the great Prince Vegeta sat unconscious in the tank, his mind relived the events, which had caused him to destroy the poke creature in front of not only his son's little eyes, but also Goten's and several others. The nightmare, which had haunted him for the last fifteen years, played itself out like a movie in his mind. The scene was horrible. He had entered the ring full of confidence, himself and arrogance, which was nothing new, but when he'd seen the size of the Machamp, he began to doubt his ability to fight such a creature. Yes, Frieza, the Androids and Cell had all been formidable enemies and threatened his very existence, but the PokeMon acted only through instinct and its training. Vegeta chided himself for putting far too much energy into that power blast. He hadn't intended on killing Machamp, he just wanted to get free. It was his extremely short and volatile temper that made him use his 'Big Bang' attack to destroy that creature. Then came the Snorlax! Although he didn't destroy that PokeMon in the same manner as he had the Machamp minutes earlier, causing the massive beast to fall out of the ring, which meant instant disqualification, was humiliating to the trainer. The trainer, huh. He was a joke. The man thought he was gonna take down the prince and be a force to be reckoned with, but Vegeta had just kicked him in the chest and it was lights out.

Following that, Vegeta found himself jumped upon from all sides and he had to kick and punch to try and get free from the mob himself. However, physical fisticuffs proved futile, so he began blasting, which sent bodies flying everywhere! The other Z Sensi tried to pull Vegeta out of the ring, but they had to fight off a gang of crazies themselves who had jumped them on the ground. When the fighting was over-due to the arrival of the local authorities-it was the prince who had ended up on the inside of a jail cell and caged like a wild animal, humiliated and shamed beyond all endurance. He went ballistic at being caged as memories of being a slave on Frieza's ship many years ago returned to haunt him. After sometime, he had settled down and sat on the cot in the cell in deep thought. He knew the others had either continued on with their day or had gone off to their own dwellings. He couldn't blame them, nor would he blame them if they never wanted anything to do with his royal arrogant ass ever
again. Without actually putting his mind to it, he had managed to ruin their day and his son's day. His day had been ruined the minute he had entered the house from his training session and the bitch ordered that he hurry up, shower and dress because he was going to take Chibi Trunks to the Cerulean City Water Carnival. "And I'll have none of your sass or back talk!" she had screamed I his ear. That sound had grated on his nerves from day one and set his teeth on edge. His mate had the most strident voice in existence and he found that he had to get away from the annoying sound as often as possible. Nonetheless, Vegeta, had bit down on a strong retort and his pride, went to shower, change, then he sat with his son on the porch to wait for Goku and his family. As he sat alone in his
jail cell, he allowed that hidden part of his nature and being to surface. That part of him, which he, like all Saiya-jin, had buried a long time ago. That part was his emotions. He let a tear fall from his onyx eyes. He stiffened his body in preparation for the uncontrollable flood that was about to erupt. He hated the feeling of complete helplessness and the utter dejection the emotion caused him to experience. He hated the fact that his emotions were beyond his control once they surfaced. He knew better than to fight this building storm, which would swallow him whole and leave him spent and listless as if he had been through a near death battle. As he hugged his knees to his chest, he had the feeling of being enfolded in an embrace and a soft voice cooing, "Hush, my little warrior, all will be all right. Your mommy's here and she'll let nothing harm you. Sh-sh-sh, my son, and rest your weary mind in my comfort," and with that, Vegeta lay on the cot and silently cried himself to sleep.

He was startled awake by a key unlocking a lock. His eyes and his head had hurt monstrously and his chest felt as if an elephant had curled up on it to sleep.

"Hey! Warrior Prince, get up! You've been sprung!" a harsh voice spoke.

Vegeta stretched his tired muscles, swung his legs over the side of the cot and slowly got to his feet. He stumbled off balance and a hand grabbed his shoulders to steady him. Surprisingly, he didn't shake it off.

"Hey, easy, Vegeta," a voice said.

Vegeta jumped back to his senses. "Unhand me, baka!" he snapped.

He was surprised to find both Goku and Piccolo had come and bailed him out, but his face didn't waver from its stony expression.

"You can crash at my place. We all know how Bulma will react to you're having been incarcerated," Piccolo offered.

'Remind me to thank you at some point before our existence is terminated," Vegeta thought to himself.

"You're welcome. We know you won't admit it, Vege-head, but we are a lot alike. The only difference is that I let a five year old boy with special hidden powers get next to me during the twelve months that I trained him to fight against you and Nappa. Why can't you let your guard down?" Piccolo had asked, not really expecting a reply.

"Because I'm afraid to," Vegeta admitted in a voice so low it was not even on the scale of a whisper but Piccolo, who also possessed super sensitive hearing, had heard it and was shocked into silence.

The morning following his incarceration and a good-night's rest at Piccolo's, Vegeta had gotten a call from the owner of the Humizu Construction Company he subcontracted for and was sent to clear away a planet that would soon be known as 'Minerva.'