Chapter 1

Vegeta grumbled as he made his way down to his office. He was exhausted. With his lack of sleep and feeling Lyri’s feelings of confusion and depression, he was drained. As much as he hated admitting it, he needed to go get some sleep aides. How the hells was he supposed to do anything if he was feeling run down all the time?

He sat down at his desk and turned to look out the window. Gods, why had he tried to do things the political way? He should have just killed his father and taken the throne for himself.

But if he had done it the forceful way, he wouldn’t have Lyri...No! He growled to himself. This shit show is her fault!

A knock on the door brought Vegeta out of his thoughts.

“What?” he snapped. Paragus walked in and lowered his head. “Paragus. Were you not released from your position?”

“Yes, my king. But there is a something I wish to discuss,” the older Saiyan told him.

“Which is?” Vegeta asked.

“My son,” Paragus answered.

“Your son?” Vegeta asked.

“Yes, my king. Have you heard of my son?” Paragus asked.

“Why would I have heard about your son?” Vegeta asked.

Paragus looked genuinely confused. “I’m sorry. I assumed everyone had heard of my son. Most think he’s just a story to scare children.”

Vegeta raised his eyebrow. “Are you implying that Broly is your son?”

“Yes, my king, he is. He was taken by your father and, well, I’m sure you know what happened,” Paragus told him. Vegeta was quiet as he stared Paragus down. “Did you not know what was going on, my king?”

“Do you know what assuming is, Paragus?” Vegeta asked. Paragus opened his mouth to respond but Vegeta quickly answered, yelling, “To assume makes an ass out of you and me. Do I look like and ass?” Paragus tried to respond again. “Don’t answer that!” Vegeta took a breath. “Despite what you and others think, I was never aware of my father’s doings. Now...what about your son?”

“I apologize for my assumptions, King Vegeta,” Paragus told him, “My son is off planet and sedated. I came to ask for his return.”

Vegeta stared at the older Saiyan. How dare he come in here with his assumptions and demand a favor! But...the people were vary of having him as their king, according to Kakarot, and Paragus did have ways to sway to people... “Fine,” Vegeta said after a while. He pulled out his scouter and opened the comm link. He told the people on the other end to escort Paragus to and from the planet that held Broly.

“Thank you, my king,” Paragus told him. He lowered his head and walked out.

Vegeta watched him, waiting for the door to close before flipping him off. “Fucking  prick.” He leaned back in his chair. His fingers tapped his arm rest as he pondered something. He clicked on his scouter once more. “Kakarot...you were saying that you wanted to retrieve the women...”