THE OTHER SIDE OF VEGETA

FOR DISCLAIMER SEE CHAPTERS 1-3


CHAPTER IV

EGO BOOST

The prince cut through the air as a Gillette Mach 3 razor through a tough beard. Vegeta realized that whatever shred of pride he might have been trying to salvage had now been relegated to the annals of history. He had to admit that had occurred at the time Bulma had thrown him out of the only place he had called home for so long and the woman he had chosen to be with-as if he had much of a choice. If he wanted to keep his secrets safe and buried, he had to live a straight lifestyle, even though it cramped his own style. Another thing that had destroyed his pride was seeing the images of those burned onto that piece of Saiyan wood the color of Earth cypress. It hadn't been seeing his family in the portrait. Their deaths he had come to terms with although he had never grieved over the loss until now. His eyes had seen the image of the one person outside of his own family that he had had any true feelings for. It was the little girl whose hand was entwined with his own in that picture and right under the king's tight gaze. Her's had been the death he had yet to accept. However, it hadn't been the girl in the portrait as much as what her image represented. A second young female the prince had chosen but had been forbidden to acknowledge he even knew existed because she was of third class status and had the most incredible power he'd ever encountered.



The name of the girl in the portrait been Parlissa Saturna and the young Prince Vegeta had been sent to find a sparring partner for his sister, Kayla. There had been a training facility on Vegetasei located outside of the royal palace and was a place where kids from both the upper and lower classes of Saiyan society trained. The king had told son that if he wanted the female chimp trained that the boy would have to provide an instructor for her. So the prince inquired around and was taken by his personal elite guard named Angelair to a facility where kids were training. The prince walked boldly up to the reception desk and demanded that he be taken to the girls' training area or he would blast the entire complex to Algiers 15-a minute planet in the same galaxy as Vegeta. The receptionist did not hesitate to fulfill the chibi prince's request and led him and the guard to the training area. Possessing a scouter that was standard issue for all Saiya-jin to gauge power levels, the prince scanned the room in search of the highest level. Who was he fooling? Saiya-jin females had little to no power levels and were only used for breeding purposes however, there were a few in the lower classes who were warriors and then there was Princess Kayla whose power was tremendous for a female.

'Heh, if one of these chimps had a level equal to my own, she'd be the one I lifemate with," Chibi Prince Vegeta told himself. Then it happened! The scouter on his face registered a power near to his own, which was around 10000 itself-pretty powerful for a kid.

The prince followed the arrows of the scouter to the source of the power and located a duo at the farthest end of the area, which was as large as three Earth football fields. There was a tall large trainer and a child no bigger than the prince was himself. Chibi Vegeta watched as the child charge at the instructor. She was engulfed in a blue-white aura of energy and, as she neared the trainer, a shaft of energy left her hands and sent the trainer flying. The instructor went whizzing past Vegeta and Angelair, hit the wall behind them, then slumped to the ground.

"WOW! Parlissa, you really nailed him that time! You are really strong!" one of her fellow students remarked.

The prince was stunned but didn't show it. "Angelair, get her! I want her to train Kayla," Vegeta ordered, 'And be lifemate to me and rule the Saiya-jin with power!' he thought to himself.

Angelair bowed and went to tell a second instructor of the prince's request; however, the little girl saw the man's approach and flew to him. He caught her in a tight hug, which made the prince's eyes grow a size larger than normal.

"Uncle Angelair Did you see that! D'ya think daddy will be proud of me?" Parlissa asked the guard.

"Well, if my brother, Fuyung, won't be, I am. Hey, I've brought someone for you to meet," the guard hoisted the girl onto his shoulder and approached Vegeta.

Parlissa tightened her hold on her uncle as she yelped, "Uncle! Isn't he...isn't he...Oh, your highness, please don't kill me?" the girl whimpered.

"Silly female chimp! You haven't given me any reason to do so. I'm impressed with your power and I want you to train my sister," Vegeta told her in a tone that booked no argument.

"I'll be with you, my little one. I don't think the prince will hurt you," Angelair whispered to his niece.

Vegeta regarded the two. If he was gonna have this little scrap for a lifemate, she'd have to get used to him. Well, no better time than the present. "Angelair, return to the palace. I'll return in a few hours," the prince told the guard.

"But, your highness, what will the king say? He told you to get a trainer for Princess Kayla and..."

"Right. He told me what to do. Mission was not accomplished, understand?" Vegeta told the guard all the while looking at Parlissa with dark penetrating eyes that could freeze concrete.

"But..."

Vegeta replied by telepathy, 'Look, I have not only chosen a trainer for Kayla, I have also chosen my lifemate. I don't want her to fear me. Now go before you end up in a new dimension,' and with that Angelair sat his niece beside the prince, bowed then left.

"Uncle!" the girl cried and went to run after the guard but Vegeta threw his arm out and stopped her.

"You'll see him tonight. Right now, I want to test your power out for myself. You will also be sparring with me and as you know, I am growing to be the strongest one of our race. Now, come, I don't have all day," and Vegeta turned on his heel to leave. Parlissa followed him wearily.

The prince stopped outside the training school to wait for his new charge. He turned to face her. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt you! You'll be the envy of all Vegetasei just being in my presence. Get used to being seen with me, because you will be by my side at all times when you are not training Kayla. Now, let's go," Vegeta grabbed her hand then took off at high speed.

Vegeta remembered that day and all the days that followed as if they had just happened. The day the portrait had been executed, he requested that Lahissa (he couldn't say Parlissa particularly well at his young age) to be in the picture as she was doing a great job of training the princess. The king gave his approval but watched the two closely; however, the two found a way to clasp hands even under his tight gaze. However, the prince had silently wished he was holding the hand of another femme he had found at the training center as the first fight with Parlissa had been disastrous. The other young girl's name had been Ceraina Humizu, a third class warrior's spawn with incredible powers, however, being the prince, he had to convince himself he loved the first class warrior, Parlissa, however he grieved for the lower class chit.



"Ceraina. Oh, Ceraina, why? Why did you have to leave me? I loved you from the moment I saw you fight in the training school. We only had five years together before that sorry ass Icejin destroyed everyone whoever meant anything to me. I may have been the most ruthless and powerful of our race. My name may have struck fear into the hearts of the weaker races of the universe, around Mommarissa, the twins and you, that side of me vanished. I miss you, mate of mine! Seeing Lissa's smile in that portrait, so like yours, just did in what pride I might have had left in my being. Now, I have nothing. No home, no mate, no people to...Wait..." Vegeta's thoughts halted as he remembered what Tregeta had said about the place where he had found both the doll and the portrait. The boy said that the proprietor was a Saiyan. Could it be? No, Vegeta, that's impossible. However, didn't that telepath from America named Jean mention that a group of Saiya-jin had been seen defending a group of mutants in her country? If that was true...He'd better start investigating these Saiyan sightings. If there were enough Saiya-jin on this rock...! The prince could not contain the rush of excitement the thought brought with it and he burst into a fireball only to come suddenly to a stop.

"What the hell was that?" he asked himself for he had thought he had caught a flash of energy.

The prince hovered over a mist-enshrouded area and tried to pinpoint the source of that power and was rewarded when he sensed someone powering up, but it wasn't a power he was familiar with. He knew all of the powers at New Namek and this power was not one. Looking around, it hit him that he was no longer on West Island. Where the hell was he? Just then a shaft of energy pierced the mist, which enabled Vegeta to get an exact fix on the source of power. He noted the source was just a scant hundred meters away to his right. The prince landed when he was twenty-five meters from the source. He walked the rest of the way until he came upon a spot where two beings were engaged in battle. He neared the spot where he had detected the energy and found a huge boulder upon which he made himself comfortable and watched the pair.



"That was a wee bit better, but next time, make sure ye hit the tree! What if I was being attacked or ye encounter a power level higher than yer own?" Vegeta heard one of the beings say. "Now, chimp, come at me and don't leave yourself open! I can hit ye like that!"

The pair was comprised of a young child and an elder man. The child was about Cilvanti's age and the man was about the prince's age. No, the older man had started graying in his spiked jet-black hair. Spiked? Vegeta shook his head. Ridiculous, Vegeta, now get a grip on yourself! Vegeta gawked at the pair in surprise. He turned his attention to the battlefield in time to see the child flying in his direction. The prince caught the child and felt something fuzzy around his forearm. He looked and found that a tail had coiled itself around him. His royal blood froze in his veins.

"No way? It's impossible! This child couldn't possibly be a Saiyan!" Vegeta gasped out loud.

"Hey, can I have me charge back?" the taller being called and Vegeta unwrapped the tail and threw the child back to the elder man.

The child rushed at the elder, fists raised in front of his face. "Mistake number one, kid, you left your midsection open for attack!" the prince smirked and at that moment, the elder's knee connected with the youngster's chest. Vegeta couldn't help but laugh as the child ended up face down in the dirt in front of him.

"Get up, ye sorry ass piece of Saiyan trash! Fight me!" the elder commanded. "I swear, why yer mither waited until ye were seven Earth years of age to let me begin trainin' ye is beyond me! Me daughter ain't never been the brightest bulb in the lamp!"

"Gr-grandda, c-can we stop. I-I need ta rest," the boy puffed, a good indication that he was out of breath.

Vegeta saw the old man shake his head the heard him curse...in Saiyago! "Ye're a wuss! If ye were bairn on the home planet, ye'd have been shipped off as soon as yer power level had been gauged, if the king didn't decide to have yer hide fer lunch! I tell ye, it's that glad that I am we live in North Scotland and are in no need of defendin', 'cause ye're worthless!" the elder being spat and Vegeta fell off his perch in loud, hearty laughter.

"Angelair, don't work yourself into a fit!" Vegeta sputtered between laughs.

"Who dares laugh at the Great Angelair? Dog, I'll have yer guts fer garters and yer hide fer lunch!" the being the prince had addressed as Angelair snorted as he stood over the prince.

'Great!? A five-year-old nearly separated your head from your body without much effort!' Vegeta laughed to himself. The prince jumped to his feet. "That smells a little bit like a challenge!" Vegeta smiled.

"Well, if ye're fool hearty enough to take it as one, aye, it is!" Angelair snickered.

Vegeta positioned himself for battle, "Bring it on, and I'll not only have your guts for garters, ancient one, I'll have your bones for lunch!" the prince declared.

"Eclair, find yerself a safe spot, this could get ugly!" Angelair told the boy who took off towards a clump of trees and climbed to an over hanging branch on which he sat.

The two combatants powered up and flew towards on another, however, Vegeta flew so fast that he disappeared from view and reappeared behind the older fighter. The moment the prince appeared, his hands were joined in a fist, which was then pounded into Angelair's back. This sent the older man plummeting to the ground.

"Grandda!" Éclair flew from his perch to the old man's side trying to assist him, but the elder pushed the boy off and gave him a cold hard stare.

"Ne'er coome between two fighters! When will ye learn that I heal quickly and get stronger after every battle! Ye have a lot to learn fer a Saiyan chimp! I was a Saiyan elite on Vegetasei, fighting is my life! Now, lad, away wit' ye!" Angelair ordered and the boy did as told. The elder Saiyan moved to get up, but fell forward. Vegeta descended and stood in front of him, hand extended, eyes looking down his princely nose at the fallen warrior. Angelair snickered, "Now, how d'ye know I won't flip ye ifn I take yer hand?" he asked as he reached for Vegeta's outstretched hand.

"Because, ancient one, you're down there and I'm up here. I have a far greater chance of flippin' you, than vice versa," Vegeta replied, his tone mocking as he assisted the older man to his feet.

"I'm not ancient, brat! Me hair's always had shots of silver through it as I am a silver Saiyan by ancestry! Shall we continue?" Angelair positioned himself once again for battle.

"It's your funeral, my friend, but let me ask you, how many spikes were you born with?" Vegeta asked in a nonchalant manner.

"I was bairn with six, but I was in charge of the king's brat on Vegetasei and he blasted one of me spikes into the next dimension! That chimp was hell on two legs! I took a lot of hell fer that boy! I even took the rap for him when he didna return to the palace after findin' his sister a trainer! That boy took off with me niece fer reasons of his own design! He was a chimp of six Saiyan years and me niece just four! He never hurt her, though, that I can say. I'd catch the two sparrin' together and he held back a lot of his power so that he wouldna hurt her. He always told me that she was gonna be his lifemate and his queen. I always made sure the king never found out or the boy would have been toast," the warrior related and Vegeta was now convinced that this man was a Saiyan.

"W-was the boy tender?" the prince asked out of curiosity.

"The king considered him a weaklin' but didna send him off planet. He was one of the few kings of Vegetasei who raised his chimp along with the chimp's mither. Now, there was a Saiyan woman to be admired! She bore that old tyrant three verra strong whelps but he treated her like trash. No surprise, women were only seen as breeders. Verra few were warriors. Queen Sunrissa was one of the few women who taught her children that feelings were strengths to be drawn from. She told them that it was all right to cry and that she would always be there to comfort them. She loved her eldest son to distraction even though she knew he was destined to turn out like the king, she had instilled in him a sense of love and caring. At times, I enjoyed being his keeper. I always prayed that he wouldna turn out like the tyrant king but fate had deemed otherwise," Angelair related.

"I-I heard that all Saiya-jin had been obliterated. How?" the prince asked, fishing for information.

"It's said that a huge comet or meteor slammed into the planet, but I found that report hard to believe because there was nothing left where the planet had once been. Comets usually leave some trace of the planet they smash into. Why d'ya ask?"

Vegeta lowered his head and smirked. "What would you say if I told you that Vegeta was not destroyed by a comet," the prince kicked the ground with the toe of his boot.

"The hell you say! D'ye know how, then?" Angelair asked.

"You remember that tyrant called Frieza?" Vegeta asked in a solemn voice.

Angelair gaped in surprise, as it didn't take long for what Vegeta didn't say to sink in. "I knew it! I dinna know how, but I just knew! I never did trust that pussy lizard freak!" Angelair declared. "But how d'ye know?'

"I was aboard Frieza's ship in a dungeon and felt a power like no other and I also felt the king. I knew the moment Frieza had taken him down, then turned his beam to our planet. From that moment on, I vowed that I would battle, get stronger, become a Super Saiyan and defeat that snake once and for all!" Vegeta roared not realizing that he had flipped into SSJ form. "That perverted ass bastard killed my father, my mother, my sibs and my lifemate!" Vegeta's clenched fist pounded down on the rock he had sat upon earlier, smashing it to smithereens.

Angelair looked over at Vegeta in stunned silence. "Wha-who-what are ye? Dinna hurt us? We mean no harm!" the elder stammered.

Vegeta looked at the elder warrior then looked at himself and found that he was aglow. He immediately powered down. “I-I'm sorry. You weren't meant to see that. Not yet, anyway. You don't recognize me? No surprise, I'm more surprised to find another of my race alive and on the planet I adopted as home. I'm the royal brat you were in charge of and took a lot of hell for. I had feelings for Parlissa, from when I first laid eyes on her. She had an incredible power level. But enough of that, how did you survive?" Vegeta asked, asking silent forgiveness for having to cross Ceraina, the one he had truly loved.

Angelair sank to his knees in a bow. "Oh, my prince! I canna believe that ye're alive!"

"I'm glad to have found you, my old friend! I still can't believe it!" Vegeta could no longer contain his emotions as he motioned for the warrior to rise.

"What's this? Look at ye, now! Sheddin' tears like a tender heart! Ye always were though. Anyway, after yer tenth birthday and ye were crowned prince of the planet, King Vegeta secretly sent hundreds of pods and ships off planet instructing the occupants they were on planet purging missions and they were not to return under any circumstances. He sent many of the lower class warriors and certain people from the royal house but I don't know who they were. Anyway, we reached the planets the king had preprogrammed the ships to go to but they were not weak planets as he had told us. We had to battle. We lost many brave warriors. Out of the troop I went with, only twelve survived, so we came here. We met another group of survivors and told them where we were, so they came to join us. There were twenty of them. Now, in the village where the brat and I live, there are sixty Saiya-jin, my prince, including my grandson's parents! Oh, yer highness, 'tis a grand day this is! The Saiya-jin will once again rule the universe!" Angelair declared.

Vegeta could not contain his excitement after the tears of joy had subsided. "Yes, my friend, we will, but I've been told of other Saiya-jin in other countries, and I have to check those out as well. Will-”

"Whatever ye ask of me, my prince, I will do!"

"Tell our people that their prince is alive and he's gonna unite them back into a force to be reckoned with! I need to get back to my own country and tell a few Saiya-jin of this discovery. I'll be back to continue our battle and bring my chimps to assist with the boy! Scotland, right?" Vegeta confirmed and the elder nodded. The two clasped one another's forearms then raised the first two fingers of their right hands in farewell and Vegeta took off at a blinding rate into the mist. When he felt he was far enough away, he used IT to return to New Namek.


What had Bulma been up to since she'd left CC at lunchtime that day? Well, she had gone to meet her lover, Jeffery, then they went shopping for wedding clothes. Jeffery was nearly all that Bulma could have dreamed of, except a dynamite bedmate, however, he did provide the love and affection she had craved. Bulma returned home after a delightful after lunch exchange only to find CC deserted. Well, that was strange considering she had hired the militia to keep close tabs on the place for anyone trying to enter illegally. Moreover, as she walked through the complex in search of life, she came across the security robot she had placed on Bura to keep that child from escaping. That piece of work lay scattered about her dad's lab. However, if the kid did manage to escape, the collar Bulma had requested that Jeff put around her neck would have choked her and caused her body to explode, that was a horrid thought. She had learned that the three-person Vegeta family shared a very strong bond and Bura was the key link. Should anything happen to the little one, the bastard responsible for putting that little monster in Bulma herself would go as well, but then again, so would Trunks! Had she been unfair in requesting that the energy suppresser be put on the child? No, it was the only way she could think of to be rid of Vegeta. Nonetheless, Bulma wondered where her parents were. It wasn't like them both to be gone in the middle of the day.

'Maybe they went shopping or something, but they knew the risk of removing Bura from this house was dangerous! How the hell could they have double crossed me?' Bulma thought then went to check the security cameras. She sat in front of a council that housed a number of cameras but strangely, they all seem to have malfunctioned at the same time! For something like that to have occurred the person would have to have her pass code and only one other person had that...No, he wouldn't have done that to her, would he? She had to find out what was going on. Bulma picked up the hand receiver of the phone and dialed the first number she could think of...The Son residence. The phone rang and rang but was never answered. That was weird as there was always someone in the Son family in residence, but today there was no one.

"Oh, I swear if that alien ass found some way to take my child from me, I'll have Goku kill him! Oh, wait, I haven't seen Goku much since Vegeta left. Strange, we live next door to one another and I never see my old friend. Then again, even when that vegetable monkey tailed wuss lived here he and Goku would be together along with Trunks and Goten. Then Piccolo started hanging around and that got to be too much! Somehow, they formed an alien male only club and I was kept out," Bulma seethed.

At that minute, the phone rang and Bulma answered it. "H-hello," she said in a slow voice.

"Bulma, honey, this is dad, how are you?" Dr. Briefs' voice sounded on the opposite line.

"Dad! Where are you and where's Bura, she's missing!" Bulma ranted.

"Now, now honey, calm down. We took the baby with us. Your mom wanted to go to a new boutique and we couldn't leave the little one unsupervised. A robot can only do so much," Dr. Briefs said. "Honey, I have to ask you something, but I don't want to sound like I'm meddling into your affairs. Is there something wrong between you and Vegeta?"

Bulma coughed on the intake of air that had just entered her lungs. "DAD! W-why are you asking me that?" she snapped in anger.

Dr. Briefs gave a sigh. "Sometime ago Vegeta came to talk with me. I could tell that he was scared and at his wits end. He'd never seek out help or advice and I knew how humiliating it was for him to even ask me. He had even called me 'dad' for the first time since the two of you got together and he cried like a baby. He said that you wouldn't let him see Bura and that you had thrown him out of here because he missed the holidays. Why?" Dr. Briefs asked in a quiet tone.

Bulma was silent. The news she had just heard had hit her like a fist in the gut. Vegeta had sought out her dad for a man to man and had even called him 'dad'? Dr. Briefs had also mentioned that Vegeta had cried because of her tossing him out and refusing to let him see Bura. That he was definitely not the hard-hearted prince of Saiyan who had invaded her home all those years ago. His high and mightiness would rather to have died than show such weakness in the open. Overcome with curiosity, Bulma asked, "Did he discuss anything else with you?"

"Hmm? Oh, about how sorry he was that he had missed all your holidays and special days due to the nature of his work. He said that he had tried to make up for his lack, but your attitude turned him off. He said that it really hurt when he had found that first birthday gift he'd given you in the trash," Dr. Briefs explained.

"Dad, it was a gold chain. I have a hundred of those," she shot back. "I didn't need another one."

"He knew that you had plenty of chains, but that one he had fashioned himself from a chain his grandmother had given him back on Vegetasei. He said it had been for his lifemate, so I guessed that was you."

Bulma felt her heart sink into her stomach. What had looked like an ordinary gold chain to her eyes had actually been something that came from his heart. He had tried to explain what it was, but she was so incensed by the simplicity of the item, that she tossed it and him aside. Bulma felt a tear trickle down her cheek. No, he was
still a selfish ass with no care for anyone!

"You know that Christmas that both he and Trunks missed was one of the happiest Bura ever had. He'd given her a doll and a CD, which he had made especially for her. He had gifts for you as well, but you threw him out, so he just stashed them in the Gravity Room over the years. Bulma, he might not have been the most sensitive being in the universe. He might not have been overly kind and gentle like Goku, but one thing is certain and that's that he loved you to distraction. He said that you had helped him find his heart again but that Christmas incident sent him back behind the wall of granite he had built around his emotions. Listen, honey, I gotta run. I'll call you later," Dr. Briefs disconnected the call.

Bulma could not shake what she had just been told. That the prince had sought out her dad for a heart to heart and he had shown deep emotion to someone other than just the kids. She wasn't privy to his emotions and he seemed to close up after that Christmas incident, not that he'd been that open to begin with and not where she was concerned. Could his personality have been changing and she not have known it because she held missed holidays and such over his head? She sat in amazement and wonder, then logic kicked in and she remembered Chi-Chi had a cell phone, so she called the number.


A shrill ringing pierced the engulfing silence of New Namek II and Chi-Chi told the group that her cell phone was calling her. She got up, went out into the garden to answer the call. "Hello, Son Chi-Chi speaking," she greeted in a low voice.

"Chi-Chi, have you seen my parents or Bura lately? This family's falling apart and I don't know why? Goku doesn't even come around any more. What's going on?" Bulma's tone was agitated.

"Calm down, girlfriend. No one can talk to you when you're agitated beyond the capacity for rational thought! Take a chill pill and listen to me. The reason you don't see Goku much is because we fell out of love and he left to live with Trunks and Goten at their home," Chi-Chi explained biting emotions she wouldn't let surface.

"But Trunks has a home here at CC! He doesn't need a separate place!" Bulma said, her tone shocked. "And what do you mean you and Goku fell out of love?"

"Bulma, the boy is nineteen. He divorced you as his mother when he was seventeen. I was in court with them. Vegeta divorced you and was awarded sole custody of Bura," Chi-Chi informed her friend who nearly died on the spot. "Besides, Goku and I haven't been together much since you threw Vegeta out four years ago and since Goku had returned to life after the Majin Buu thing. Then he went off to train that kid, Uubu for five years. This was the first time in a long while that he and I had been in the same area and that was because Vegeta had gone over to CC to spar with Trunks at lunch time,” the black haired super female explained.

"He what?! I'll kill him! Damn his black alien eyes to hell!" Bulma seethed. Then she thought about what Chi-Chi had said referring to the Buu incident. That was about the time she and Vegeta had begun moving farther apart than they had been before.

Chi-Chi then realized that her friend must not have known and she bit her tongue in half for rattling off like she just did. "Oh. Bulma, I'm so sorry. I thought you knew? Vegeta had been so hurt by your tossing him out like yesterday's trash that when Trunks partitioned to be set free to go live with his dad, Vegeta filed for divorcee and full custody. He knew that you couldn't raise Bura without him or Trunks being around. Goku told me the three of them share a very deep bond. Honey, I'm so sorry," Chi-Chi apologized over and over again.

"Thanks, Chi, I'll talk to ya later. Right now, I have a bone to pick with that son of mine," Bulma hissed through clenched teeth.

Well, that was that. So that alien ass thought to outsmart her by taking custody of the baby, heh? Well, she'd have to hunt him down and put a bullet in him to make sure he could never return to this plane. For one thing, he'd already been wished back from the grave once, so Sheron wouldn't grant that wish again and the Namekians were off on some unknown distant planet. Oh, she could taste her victory now! Despite a feeling of misgiving, Bulma dialed Trunks' cell phone number.

"Hello," a dry male voice answered.

"Trunks this is your mother! Where's my daughter?" Bulma demanded and her temper was hot.

"Safe and where she belongs," and with that Trunks hung up and turned off his phone. "Bitch! She has some nerve to call me! I'm no longer her son and she still finds a way to needle me!" Trunks hissed in anger.

"You know what she wanted, right?" Piccolo asked, his tone flat.

Tregeta snapped. "Yes, I know what the hell she wanted, but she ain't gonna get it! If there are more Saiya-jin on this planet and they find a way to dad or vice versa, we'll be leavin' here to start a new race!" the younger prince nearly shouted.


Bulma sat in shock but she shouldn't have been. The boy was that bastard's offspring after all. Bulma then called Jeff to make a dinner date then she went to get herself ready. After she had gotten herself together, she sat to wait for her new love.


"Daddy's back!" Cilvi cried in excitement then flew out of an opened window. The other guests followed. "Daddy!" the baby flew straight into her daddy's arms and nearly knocked him out of the air. "I missed you! Why did you leave?" she asked as the two descended to the ground and landed in the midst of the other guests.

"You feelin' better?" Piccolo asked when he caught Vegeta's eyes.

Vegeta didn't answer straightaway, but held out a white-gloved hand to the green alien for a handshake. Piccolo was shocked but took Vegeta's hand and the two shook hands. Vegeta then went around and shook hands with the other Z warriors and hugged the women.

"I need to ask all of you for forgiveness. Don't stop me. I apologize for being such a jerk and such an ungrateful being. Very few of you know the reason behind why I'm so hard to know and only six of you are part of my world. Those same six beings know the real me locked behind a wall of granite. That wall began to come down some years ago, but I still kept it intact until I was presented with one of the most beautiful little girls ever created. Yes, I'm biased, but she's another big part of me. I had to come out from behind that wall in order to care for her when her mom was unable. The last vestiges of that wall came crashing down tonight and I owe a big thank you to my son and heir for finding a piece of my home and giving it to me. Come, I'll tell you all why I left," Vegeta headed back into the house followed by a dumbfounded crowd.

The guests reclaimed their seats and Vegeta took a post by the portrait. The prince drew a deep breath. "Only one of you knows exactly how the home planet, Vegeta, was destroyed because I shared it with him as I lay dying on the Planet Namek so long ago, killed by the universe's worst nightmare. The five people in this portrait were my entire life. The woman was my mother, Queen Sunrissa. One of the most beautiful women on the planet and she belonged to me until I was two and a half years old, in Saiyan years, five by Earth years, and these two came along, but I'll get to them. Mommarissa taught me what love meant and took chances not many Saiya-jin women dared. She may not have been a physical warrior, but she fought for the right to show and share her emotions even if only in private with her three offspring.

"The man, King Vegeta, one of the few Outusans to ever opt to keep his weak powered offspring on planet. Yes, I said weak powered and I'll get to that later. King Vegeta was the ruthless tyrant who was training me take over the planet some day. Deep in my heart, I felt he loved his family and his people very much, but Saiya-jin pride being what it is he never allowed such things to show. I'm his biggest disappointment, especially now that I show emotion at the drop of a hat, so to speak, huh, huh." Uneasy laughter and snickers met this diatribe. "Okay. Now, the twin little ones on the one side of Sunrissa, were my little brother and sister, Kale and Kayla. I helped to both deliver and raise them. We were very close and had no qualms about sharing our emotions. We never let anyone find out about such a weakness.I only had five years with them. When I was ten Saiyan years old, Frieza took me for his slave. I don't need to rehash that nightmare. Here is yours truly. I don't need to go there. You see the end result," Vegeta drew another deep breath to steady himself and his rapidly beating heart as he pointed to the last person in the picture.

"This little chimp here I had chosen as Kayla's trainer and sparring mate. My sister was one of the few female Saiya-jin who had a power level to rival my own at the time and I was not gonna see her raised just to breed. So, my personal bodyguard took me to a training place where upper and lower class Saiya-jin kids trained. I ordered to be taken to the girls' training area. I told myself that if I found a power level near to my own 5,000 that I would have that young girl as my lifemate. I hadn't realized until I laid eyes on her image that I had formed a bond with her from the time I had detected her power. Her name was Parlissa Saturna and she was the niece of my bodyguard, Angelair. Lissa was in a class by herself and when I saw her blast her instructor to send him flying like a rag doll, I knew she was the one. She was kindness itself and the best friend I ever had. The four of us chimps stuck very close together. That bond alone helped me to defy my Outusan when I wanted to, but he was usually the last one to know of my exploits even with the scouter, heh, heh. I never had any problem just being myself with those three. Whenever I had gotten hurt and was struggling to hold my emotions inside, Mommarissa would take me in her arms to comfort me and Lissa would hold my hand. It had been her death that I hadn't been able to accept until tonight. I had never allowed myself to grieve over the loss of my race, my family and my mate and tonight I did just that when I had left here," Vegeta blinked stray tear away.

"Now, as to where I went when I left. I just flew and didn't stop until I'd detected a power I was unfamiliar with. The place I stopped around was enshrouded in a fog-like mist, so I couldn't pinpoint the source of the energy until I saw a chi blast. I followed the blast and stumble upon two warriors who wore skirts over top their spandex. That was strange in itself considering the two were male beings," the prince snickered.

"You ended up in Scotland?" it was Ororo who had asked the question.

The prince shrugged. "I didn't know where I was at the time, but I sat and watched the two. There was a boy about Cilvi's and Pan's age, and an elder man at least ten Saiyan years ahead of me. As they fought, the elder sent the child flying and I caught the kid. Something no warrior ever does! As I held onto the kid, something wrapped around my arm. I had to look twice to make sure it wasn't a dream! The elder warrior requested I return his partner and approached me. I damn near phased into the next dimension from shock! Now, brace yourselves. Both beings were Saiya-jin!" the prince shouted, fist raised in the air in a show of triumph.

Those who knew Vegeta well were shocked by this revelation, then Tregeta and Cilvi both shouted with glee! A few seconds later, the news hit Kakarrot, Goten and Gohan.

"That's fantastic news, Vegeta!" Tien smiled.

"Wait, it gets better! The elder being turned out to not only be a Saiyan, but also the elite bodyguard who'd been in charge of yours truly. I told him how surprised I was to find that two more of my race had survived the destruction. Then he dropped the bomb. He told me that in the village where he and the boy resided were that chimp's parents and sixty other Saiya-jin survivors! I couldn't wait to return here with the news! I haven't been this happy since the time I thought that Kakarrot and Frieza had parished on Namek and left me as he most powerful warrior in the universe, no offense, Kakarrot, my friend. I'm glad you survived. If you hadn't...Well, let's not go there. But imagine, sixty other full Saiya-jin congregated in this Scotland place, five here, four halflings, one quarterling and...Jean, didn't you mention there were some in America where the X-team is from?" Vegeta asked the mutant telepath.

"How many were there, Professor? I know after the twenty that Ororo and Gambit had stumbled upon, many more sought us out for refuges sake," Jean stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I haven't checked since we've been here, but before we left, there were at least fifty," Professor X concluded.

"This is incredible! I-I can't believe it! All I need's a planet, gather all Saiya-jin together and teleport off this hunk of rock! Then I will truly be the Prince of all Saiya-jin once again! Whether you six join me or not, my kids and I will rule the race and will make the Saiya-jin the most feared race in the universe! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!" the prince howled in much the same fashion as he had ages ago when he had thought he was left to be the most powerful being in the universe; thinking both Frieza and Kakarrot had parished when Namek exploded. Vegeta then settled down and asked, "Is this a party or a funeral? Let's celebrate!"

Music filled the silence and those who wished to, got up to dance. Vegeta sat and watched, however, he had become surrounded by the under ten years of age (in Earth years) generation with his baby girl and Pan sitting on his lap. Cilvi nuzzled her daddy's neck.

"I love you, daddy! I'm glad there are some Saiya-jin survivors. You know Geta and I will be with you. Maybe you'll find a mommy who'll love all of us and not torture us for the sheer hell of it," Cilvi sighed in a wistful tone.

"Thank you, baby, but there is no mommy for us, even among the remaining Saiya-jin. I had chosen twice and both times had my heart ripped out from my chest. The first time because my home planet was destroyed and the second time was by the woman who birthed you and Tregeta. Hey, how would you and Pan like to train the Saiya-jin chimps in Scotland, if there are anymore than the one I met tonight?" Vegeta asked the girls.

"Ooh, Uncle Vegeta, d'ya think my mommy and daddy would approve! I would love to! I'm glad my mom's not like Grandma Chi-Chi and makes me study all the time. She knows what I was born and she and daddy try to encourage me to attain my full potential. Thanks for training me with Cilvanti!" Pan smiled and hugged Vegeta.

"Hey, hey, Vegeta! Looks like you got stuck with babysitting duty, heh, heh!" Krillin and 18 had left the dance floor to rest.

"Yeah, well, he's gotta be good for something. Goodness knows, he stinks as a husband," 18 remarked in her waspish fashion.

Vegeta cut her a glance that could have sliced through Pluto. "I'm gonna let that remark slide, 18. It doesn't warrant a reply," the prince said in a slow voice.

"Look, why don't you go reconcile with Bulma? It'll make you both happy?" the blonde suggested.

Vegeta's handsome face fell in disbelief. "I can't believe you'd suggest something as ludicrous as that? She's the one who threw me out, I didn't walk out, although, I had many opportunities to do so. I could have never returned after my jaunts to Planet Minerva. I could have found myself another more agreeable and less mouthy mate, but I thought of my offspring first. My own needs, I put on hold," Vegeta retorted, his tone edged.

What, Vegeta just admitted that he put himself and his needs after those of the kids? No, 18's hearing had to be going because the prince all mighty Saiyan never gave a thought to anyone but his own arrogant, pride filled being. 18 put her hand to Vegeta's head. He shook her off. 18 regarded him as if he had just landed on the planet. "Are you feeling okay? I thought I heard you say you put your own needs on hold and the kids came first?" she mocked.

"You dare to mock me? I said exactly that! My kids mean a lot to me as does Kakarrot, his brats and his brat's brat! Anyone with a hint of Saiyan blood in them is my first concern. Argument over!" Vegeta hissed then his countenance grew dark and brooding as he began to slip behind the dark mask he always wore.

"Daddy," Cilvanti turned his attention to herself. "Will we get to meet the other Saiya-jin? The ones you met tonight?" she asked and Vegeta nodded.

The prince then turned his attention to the Minerva-jin prince, Sonra and the two began conversing in that being's native language.

"I thought your dad only spoke Saiyago and his Earth language. How is it that he can be talking to the other prince in his language?" Krillin asked Cilvanti.

"Daddy's a interplanetary linguist. He had to learn several dialects in order to negotiate Frieza's planets out of Frieza's control in order to liberate said planets and return rule to the natives. Those peoples are now his allies," Cilvanti explained to Krillin as she listened to the two princes, then Prince Sonra turned his attention to the little one.

"Little one, your brother stopped by Minervasei before he went of to Bartiers 8 and told us a most unfortunate thing happened to you. You lost Sanna and the first copy of your dad's CD," the prince said and the little princess hung her head as she cuddled closer to Vegeta.

"Yeah. Momma maxima prime destroyed my doll and somehow broke my CD. I wanted to blast her to hell when I found the things that Outusan had had made for me in the trash. That was a few days before she had her boyfriend put that control collar around my neck," Cilvi sighed.

"Her boyfriend? That woman had another male in residence while you were there?" Vegeta was having a hard time controlling his temper.

Cilvi nodded. "It was some geek with a funny accent, not like yours, but then again, he's an Earth-jin. She had him put the collar on my because she had promised Geta that she would do nothing to hurt me. But she was hurting me, daddy, and she was hurting my two favorite men in the entire universe? Why did you never blast her, daddy? She almost killed us?" Cilvi's bottom lip began to quiver and the prince of Saiyan held her close.

At that time, Tregeta and Marron approached the group.

"I swear, that kid cries more than a grown woman," Marron huffed, an exact imitation of her own mother.

"My sister may be Prince Vegeta's daughter but she still has feelings and dad's doing a super job in letting us express them," Tregeta told Marron then turned to his dad and sister. "I told Prince Sonra about Sanna and the CD. I knew the CD could be reproduced, but I wasn't sure about the doll," he concluded as he took a seat beside Outusan.

Prince Sonra smiled. "Well, it pleases me to present these to your young highness, my princess," Sonra handed two packages to Cilvi and she took them with glee.

Cilvi opened a large rectangular shoebox shaped package and her little eyes grew as large as half-dollars. "Daddy! Tregeta! Look, it's Vegisanna, the doll momma maxima prime destroyed! Oh, thank you, Prince Sonra!" Cilvi exclaimed then caught a look at Pan's long-eared, puppy-eyed face. The little princess looked to her Outusan for assistance. "Daddy?"

"Hey, she's your doll! It's up to you, chimp. Both dolls are one of a kind, but I think Pan would like to have at least one of them," Vegeta Outusan replied with a smile to the baby's unspoken question. Vegeta realized that he had been smiling a lot tonight. Mental note, prinny, smile sparingly. Too much gives the wrong impression.

Cilvi smiled and handed the doll that bore her face to Pan who's little face lit up like a tree at Christmas. "Here, I know how much you like her. Besides, I have my daddy's sister's doll," the little princess smiled.

"How did you know, Cilvi?" Outusan asked in disbelief.

"You taught me to read, write and speak Saiyago. I looked on her back after you left and found the name 'Kayla' written much like I would write. Besides, I owe you that much, daddy, and she is a much prettier doll than the one you had made.No offense, my prince," Cilvi kissed her Outusan.

"None taken, chimp, because I had that one made, as well," the prince smirked.

“Open this one, it looks like a CD or something," Pan handed the second gift to Cilvanti and she ripped the paper wrapping off a flat square shaped item.

"It's the CD! Geta, its daddy's CD!" Cilvanti exclaimed, waving the disk case in the air and all activity in the room ceased except for the music. All eyes on the prince in wonder.

"How did you get them replaced so quickly, chimp? I only just stopped by Minervasei last week," Tregeta gaped in shock.

"With our sophisticated technology, we were able to reproduce both the doll and CD with little effort and in a short time. Besides, your dad left the original demo of the 'Songs of Vegetasei' on the planet as well as the schematics for Sanna. Your brother told us that both gifts had been destroyed by some female," Prince Sonra explained and he patted Cilvi on the head but she gave him a big hug.

"Thank you, again! Daddy, can we play it, please?" Cilvi looked at Outusan with large blue pleading eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, chimp. Even if I said no, you'd play it anyway. Beside, I haven't heard it since I recorded it for you," the prince smirked his approval and the kids ran over to the 25 disk changer to put the CD into an empty slot then waited for the music to start.

"You know, my prince, you have now become the most sought after male on the planet. Every Minervasei female who has heard this CD had fallen head over heels in love with you. Only a handful of us have had the privilege of seeing your handsome face," Princess Ariadne cooed into Vegeta's ear and ran a finger down the front of his chest.

Vegeta took her hand none too gently in his own and tossed it back at her. "Ariadne, please! You know I don't like being touched in that manner!" the Saiya-jin no Ouji remarked, disgust on his handsome face.

Prince Sonra laughed at his friend's predicament. "She only wants to be with her favorite music hero. Humor her, she's just sixteen in the years of this planet," the Minerva no Ouji laughed.

Vegeta's face fell. Sixteen? By her actions, he would have put her at least at twenty! She was just beginning to feel those urges that most females feel when in the company of men-namely himself. Was that why he and 18 verbally beat one another up? It was definitely why he and Bulma fought like two mad cats on a hot tin roof. Vegeta visibly shivered. Since Bulma had put him out of her life and since he had lost his blast partner, Ceraina, Emanu’s niece, that activity had lost its luster and appeal even though he could have had any female he wanted as a light flirtation, including Princess Ariadne. He had to get away from her. She was a child and he respected King Aegar far too much to give into his baser instincts. Vegeta excused himself, ITed out of New Namek and into the cool of the garden where he hoped to find some solitude to pull together his raging confusion. Besides, there was another to consider, but his having been raised with the values and prejudices of this planet made him as untouchable to the prince as the prince was to him.