THE OTHER SIDE OF VEGETA

CHAPTER VII

THE TIME IS NOW

Following dinner, or in the case of this family, the light snack, Trageta and Goten left the palace and headed for CC to retrieve the gravity trainer and dragon radar. Vegeta invited his sibs, Kakarrot, Gohan and his family, and the X-team out into the back yard to begin their training. First, they began with low impact Tae-Bo exercises to loosen up tightened muscles and boy, did Vegeta need loosening up! The time in the tank and the bingeing he had indulged in the last few hours were beginning to show and he just could not allow that. He had to fight the desire to break loose and go all out as he would have done otherwise but he had to remember his trainees were ill-use to such rigors-with the exception of his sibs and their guard.


They had left their homeland on an impulse and the urgings of the eldest one. He had told them to pack only what they could carry-which for these beings was every thing they owned. The beings were immensely powerful and had no trouble in accomplishing the task in a short amount of time.

“How will ye know when we find ‘im, da? He’s all grown, by now, and his signature could have changed,” a being who resembled Goku said as he hoisted young Éclair onto his back.

“His signature has not changed all that much from when he was a chimp. However, he is much stronger and more powerful and, although, I don’t’ remember every detail of the legend, I swear, for a moment, he stood beside me engulfed in a golden glow, hair golden and eyes a strange shade of sea green! If what I saw was true, my people, our prince has obtained the Super Saiya-jin level and we must learn how he did so that we can also! With him at our head, I know we will once again rule the universe! Are we ready to sacrifice everything we’ve ever known for the unknown?” when an affirmative reply met the question, Angelair led his clan into the skies of Scotland, donned a scouter and flew in the direction he had felt Vegeta fly just the previous night.


“Vegeta, I wanna spar. This is a waste of time. Can I go in the gym and punch the bag a little?” Kakarrot whined as he hated the slow paced warm up of Tae-Bo and couldn’t wait to increase

“You may not! The last time I let you within two feet of that bag, I had to clean sand off everything for a week! And did you help me? No, you didn’t! Like a child, you ran off to play hide and come find me with my princess and your grandchild! Which brings up another subject, mister: the room I let you stay in! I told you what would happen the next time that place resembled a pigsty, didn’t I?” Vegeta yelled at the other warrior.

Kakarrot stood with a childish grin on his face as he said the one thing that drove the prince crazy. “Ahh, no, I don’t think so. Remind me again,” the mighty warrior stated in an innocent manner.

That was the one thing about Kakarrot that exasperated his Royal Highness and that was the mighty warrior was truly a brainless monkey! However, Kakarrot had a way of avoiding his chores except when it came to hunting and fishing. Vegeta knew when he was defeated, which was most of the time, and decided that it was pointless to argue

“Kakarrot, I will help you in your room, then you can teach me how to play this hide and come find me Ichison just mentioned,” Kayla purred as she slid over to Kakarrot, looked into his black eyes with her own and a flirtatious smile on her face. Kakarrot melted.

Kale and Vegeta’s mouths hung open in shock. There was no missing the sparkle in her black eyes as she tickled Kakarrot’s chin or the way her tail had snaked its way around his waist and under his shirt. That warrior melted at her words and willingly followed her into the palace, her tail switching in a come hither fashion. It was mind blowing! The two had just met and already the seeds of a bond were being sown.

“Kale, what just happened?” Vegeta asked not really expecting a reply.

“I think our princess has found her lifemate and he has found his. They will be sparring together later. C’mon, I want to learn what made you glow like a candle’s flame when we first saw you,” Kale smiled at his brother. “Plus we are gonna need more food for this hungry group of aliens.”

“Vegeta, you have a gym?” Logan approached the two princes.

“Yeah. It’s in the basement. Gohan can show you all where it is. That‘s a perfect place for you all to begin your training. I had all but forgotten about it until Kakarrot mentioned the bag!” Vegeta said, snickering and motioned for Gohan. Bowing, Gohan asked what Vegeta wanted and the prince requested that he take the X sensi to the basement gym and Gohan complied.

Once the X-team was away, Vegeta positioned himself to spar with his brother. They began with thrusts and jabs then moved onto kicks and chi blasts. The two flew into the air where they continued.


Picking up a high power reading on the scouter, Angelair informed the clan they were headed in the right direction. As the group neared the source, the scouter began to vibrate and finally shattered when the clan had flown within a hundred miles of the power.

“My God, I had no idea he had become that powerful! C’mon!” Angelair yelled and the group continued to fly.

“The scouter broke! How will we be able to track him?” a male clansman asked. Suddenly a large blast burst over the horizon and the group followed it. They were rewarded with a succession of blasts, which served to directly guide them to that for which they were searching. They stopped when they came upon a heated battle between two warriors: one engulfed in a blue-white aura, the other one, golden like a candle.


Vegeta had powered up to SSJ-1 level so that he would not injure his brother and he made sure that his blasts went passed the younger one. The combatants flew at one another and connected with solid hits.

“ Have enough, yet, younger one!” Vegeta yelled in Saiyago.

“Not on your life, elder one! Bring it on! I want to feel your full power!” Kale baited.

At that request, Vegeta instantly powered down. “Are you nuts? Boy, I’d kill you if I did that! No, I’ll help you attain the level when the GR is repaired. C’mon,” Vegeta threw an arm around his brother and the two went to descend when they fell from the sky.

Landing hard on the ground and just inches away from a huge boulder, the brothers slowly sat up, looked at one another in confusion and…

“Vegeta, did I see what I think I saw?” Kale asked as he tried to stand. Hands grasped both his and Vegeta’s arms to assist them off the ground. Once standing, the brothers turned and found…”I don’t believe it! Vegeta!” Kale was at a loss of words.

The elder prince, on the other hand, just stared then found his tongue. “How did you get here? More importantly, how did you find us?” Vegeta asked as he looked over the sea of beings bowing deeply towards them.

“We followed your chi, my prince. Forgive us if we have disgraced your highness,” Angelair said in a slow manner.

“Get off your knees,” Vegeta commanded and the crowd rose to stand. “This is not a disgrace! Welcome home, children of Saiya! Survivors of the Saiya-jin holocaust! Come and make yourselves at home!” Vegeta invited, which floored the many Saiyajin gathered who remembered the being with the tail length spiked hair as being the most ruthless of all Saiya-jin.

“A thousand pardons, my prince, but what happened to King Vegeta’s eldest son?” a clansman asked in a hesitant voice.

“Did I give you leave to address me in such a familiar manner? Just because we inhabit this weak as shit mud ball does not mean that we forget who we are, in what class we belong and how we were raised! Follow me,” the prince motioned upward with his head and the crowd rose into the sky. The brothers led the newly arrived Saiya-jin to the palace.

“Bruksalada, what in the name of creation made you ask the prince what had happened to King Vegeta’s eldest one? That is he with longer hair like that first class wannabe, Raditz, General Bardock’s eldest whelp. Remember, man, you are a fourth class warrior at best. Never even attempt to address his highness again unless it is a dire emergency!” Angelair reprimanded the other Saiya-jin.

“Yes, my lord. I overstep myself,” Bruksalada replied.

Soon the group landed in the back of the palace where Tregeta, Goten and Gohan were busy with the gravity trainer, the two young princesses were sparring with one another as were the other Z sensi.

“Daddy’s back and he brought a whole lotta friends with him!” Cilvi exclaimed as she and Pan ran to greet the two prince siblings and the others. “Where’d you find these Saiya-jin, daddy?” the princess asked as she hugged Vegeta.

“They found daddy, little warrior!” Vegeta smiled at his baby then turned to introduce her to the one he had met the previous night. “Honey, this is Angelair Saturna, Fuyung’s brother,” Vegeta said and Cilvi extended her hand but then drew back and covered her nose with her hands.

“Eeew, daddy, they smell bad! Tell them to go wash up!” Cilvi admonished in a manner that would have made her mother proud.

“You heard my princess,” Vegeta said. “Krillin!” he called and the second shortest Z sensi member meandered over to see what Vegeta required. “Take our guest to the other side of the basement where the showers are. Show them what to do,” the prince instructed. “18, Videl, Aphrodite, Artemis, if you all have anything the females can wear, it would be greatly appreciated until we can get into town! The men are no problem,” the prince shrugged.

“What about food, my brother?” Kale asked and received a hard look from the elder one.

“We go hunting again, that’s what about food! I don’t have enough in cold storage for us all. Hell, there’s not even enough down there for Kakarrot! Let’s go, team, this arrogant little Saiya-jin prince needs the assistance of his human companions to make this work! Remember, there are more of Saiya’s children on this planet who are looking to come home! Move out!” Vegeta commanded and the teams followed his request with no fussing or complaining. Vegeta called Fuyung to join them and the three returned to the hunting grounds. In a few hours time, the two sets of sibs returned to Little Vegeta with enough food for three planets.


Kakarrot, meanwhile had been cleaning his room with the assistance of the most gorgeous woman his eyes had ever seen. Since he had not been with Chi-Chi for the last four years over any length of time, except for when Vegeta got tired of tripping over the ‘dumb as shit, eat-me-outta-house-and-home’ Super Saiyan and ordered him to go ‘take care of Bulma’s evil twin sister, will you? Don’t come back for a week!’ Vegeta would say at those times. Well, that time must be coming up, because the prince was disgusted with how Kakarrot was keeping the room in which he slept. There was nothing wrong with it, as far as Kakarrot could see. Magazines strewn everywhere, clothes in a big pile waiting for the laundry even though there was a laundry chute in every room of the palace. For some reason, Kakrrot’s clothes always seemed to miss the event of bathing themselves.

“Kakarrot, why are all your clothes in this pile?” Kayla asked regarding the festering pile of used and soiled clothes.

Kakrrot shrugged. “I dunno. I haven’t gotten around to doing the laundry this month, I guess,” he said with a stupid grin on his face.

Kayla shook her head. How her brother put up with this simpleton and not blast him into the next dimension was hard to understand. Maybe Ichison would enlighten her later when the discussion of how they all had survived came up. “What is this?” she pointed to the chute.

“Your brother said that when I had dirty stuff to drop it down that whole and it would go somewhere, but I never listen to your brother and throw it in a pile until he comes to get it. He hasn’t gotten it for awhile,” Kakarort said in an offhanded manner.

Kayla sent a blast to the side of Kakarrot’s head. It caused no damage but got his attention. “Bakayaro, my brother is the prince of all Saiya-jin, not your personal slave! This is his house from what I understand! If you live here, you have to pull your own weight, as I’m sure his offspring do! Now, send these things down the whole! I’ll get one of the girls to show me how to clean them. The next time this room looks like a holy terror, I’ll wrap your tail around your man tool and pull them both until you pass out from the pain,” Kayla threatened and Kakarrot obediently began to stuff his dirty clothes down the chute.

In less than an hour, the two had the room so spotless the rug could have been eaten off of. Of course, Kakarrot became a little nauseous as the princess picked up and ate anything that crawled. True Saiya-jin ate everything. Nonetheless, the couple left the room to return to the outdoors where Tregeta, Goten and Gohan were piecing together the gravity trainer. Once the couple exited the palace, they drew up short, their mouths agape in a mixture of shock/surprise. Kakarrot recovered first and located the prince in the middle of a crowd.

“Hey, Vegeta! Where’d all these people come from?” he asked as he quickly walked over to where the prince and his brother were in conversation with one of the strange beings. Kayla followed but caught her breath as her eyes met…

“Angelair! I can’t believe this!You’re here, too?” the princess tried to contain herself.

Angelair turned from welcoming his own brother and nearly fell to the ground. If seeing his prince was surprising, nothing prepared him for the sight in front of him now. Instantly, he fell to his knees in a bow.

“My princess!” Then he stood, took Kayla’s hands in his and said, “I’m sorry I wasn’t with you and the others as his majesty had assigned.”

“But your brother was, and we are here now, my old friend. It’s good to see you,” Kayla smiled and hugged the elder Saiya-jin who returned her hug.

“I was just inquiring of his highness as to the whereabouts of Raditz and Nappa. You know that after your brother had gone off one day with my niece when she was to be training you and he was to be at his lessons, the king had me reassigned and had appointed Nappa as his bodyguard. The king said that I was lucky he didn’t kill me for not watching or training the prince as closely or as harshly as the king desired,” Angelair sighed in a heavy tone.

Intrigued, Kayla asked, “Which reminds me, what did happen to Nappa and Raditz, Ichison?”

“Both met with rather unfortunate accidents that landed them into a new dimension,” Vegeta replied in his usual arrogant manner.

“Raditz? You all knew my brother, Raditz?” Kakarrot asked when he had heard the name.

Angelair and Fuyung threw their heads in the air and looked down their noses at Kakarrot as if he were nothing. “Who in the world are you to be claiming any relationship to Raditz?” Angelair asked in the snobbish manner of the Saiya-jin elite class.

Vegeta sidestepped into the situation. Normally, he wouldn’t give a rat‘s ass about Kakarrot, but the prince himself was of the elite class and he knew they could be ruthless. “Allow me, generals. Meet Kakarrot,” was all Vegeta had to say when recognition kicked in for the generals.

Fuyung gaped in surprise. “This? Wasn’t that the name of the brat of that third class warrior, Bardock? The infant we had sent to this rock to destroy it? How come this planet’s still here?” the general asked.

“My sensi told me that when I was a boy, I fell down a ravine and bashed my head. I was also told that when I had been found as a baby that I was uncontrollable and didn’t want anything to do with the kindly old man who adopted me as his grandson. After that accident and I came out of the unconsciousness, my nature was the exact opposite. I am what you see now,” Kakarrot explained.

“Yeah, crazy-shit-for-brainless-monkey!” Vegeta added, the light tone in his voice removing any sting the barb might have had and turned his head to hide the smirk of his lips. The generals snickered and Vegeta shot a glance from his ebony eyes so hard, marble began to look more comfortable. The two Elite Saiya-jin straightened up. “Listen up, ‘cause I’m only sayin’ this once. If I hear anyone other than Kale or Kayla slandering or insulting this warrior or his family in any way, kiss this plane good-bye! And that is not a threat,” Vegeta hissed, his voice like granite. The generals bowed, as they knew from past experience that the prince did not make idle threats. Then, Vegeta turned to his son. “Tregeta! I need you and Goten to go to CC and purchase a case of housing capsules. Inform Madam Briefs that we would like to contract her company to provide housing for all nomadic Earth dwelling Saiya-jin until we leave the planet. Don’t tell her about our leaving neither the planet nor why we require so many capsule houses. Be off!” Vegeta ordered and the boys sprang into action. “18! I want you to take Cilvi, Pan, Kayla, Videl and ten other women with you into town to get all the things you worrisome females need. Saiya-jin females are no different than Earth-jin females, anatomically speaking. Go to the mall. There’s a shop called Saiyan Pride. They should have everything needed as far as clothing. Here, take the SUV. You’re gonna need it. And while you’re at it, pick up cases of fruits and the other stuff,” Vegeta requested as he handed 18 both the capsule that contained the SUV and his cash card that had an enormous sum of money on it.

18 was so stunned that all she could do was stare. “Veggie, are you feeling ok?” she asked hesitantly.

“Of course, I am, now get going!” the prince barked and 18 turned to gather the females, Kayla, the young princesses and Videl. She had a secret smile on her face.

18 shook her head. “God, Vegeta, if I weren’t so into Krillin, I’d be fighting a different kind of battle with you and willingly lose!” the former android thought to herself as she uncapped the container in which the SUV was stored. She had a hard time believing that the being she had just left was the same one that she herself had nearly killed almost twenty years ago. He was so different! He was much more giving and pliable than…Just two months ago? Surprising as it was, it was true. Up until that earthquake incident in April, Vegeta had been the arrogant, self-serving, pigheaded, full of pride Saiya-jin prince he had been when she fought against him. It was like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hide! He was still arrogant but to a lesser degree than before and she found herself falling in love with him! That was mind blowing, but she had to admit it was true. Who wouldn’t fall in love with a being whose body could make bodybuilders cry? Who’s home was so immaculately clean it belonged on the cover of a home magazine? Whose singing voice could rival even the most famous male opera tenor alive, even though the prince’s was deeper?

“Yo, Earth to 18! Where are you? Vegeta gave us a mission. Let’s get it done!” Videl reminded and 18 tossed the capsule and the SUV popped out. This shocked the Saiya-jin females into a flurry of Saiyago; however, Cilvi explained what the item was then everyone got into the car.

“I remember when his highness was a chimp, how ruthless and powerful he had been then! I like him better now! Sunrissa would be very proud of her Eldest one,” one of the women said. Her name was Broculla. She had been a third class Saiya-jin female who’s only outlook for life on Planet Vegeta was a potential bedmate to the old king or a target for the prince. She had been very surprised when the king had told her to gather herself and her entire family, then leave the planet as quickly as possible. She did not hesitate and did as she was ordered. Looking at her daughters who were with her, she smiled.

“Mommarissa has always been proud of him. Who do you think sent us to find him?” it was Kayla speaking in her brother, Vegeta’s Earth tongue.

“You can speak our language, princess?” Videl asked in surprise.

“We Saiya-jin learn quickly. Plus, my niece and your daughter are a big help. I could just devour both of them!” Kayla teased and pretended to do just that. The girls giggled and snuggled up to her.

Videl shook her head. “I can’t believe the change that’s come over Vegeta! Y’know, usually, he’d have Goku in a vice grip trying to make my dad-in-law be responsible and assist with the house cleaning, but since he got out of the regen tank the other day, he’s just been mellow!” Videl snickered.

“You should have seen Kakarrot’s room! He said that Vegeta hadn’t been up there. I can’t blame, Ichison, that place reeked even by Saiyan standards! And the crawly things! It’s times like that I’m glad to be a Saiya-jin with no particulars in what I put in my mouth. If he wasn’t already mated, I’d love the chance to tame him,” Kayla purred then the girls broke out in laughter.

Soon they reached the mall, got out the car and headed in, after 18 recapped the vehicle. “Now, Vegeta mentioned a store called ‘Saiyan Pride.’ Let’s see. Ah, here it is, right near the Food Court,” Videl announced after looking up the location of the store on the directory.

“Mommy, I’m hungry!” Pan announced as Videl carried her.

“That sounds like a good idea. Oh, wait, I don’t have Vegeta’s pass code for the ATM. We can’t get any money out,” 18 complained.

“I know daddy’s number. I watch him get money all the time. Here, I’ll show you,” Cilvanti said, took her dad’s cash card from 18 and went to the ATM machine where she proceeded to go through the operation of extracting money from the thing. “Hmm, now let’s see. Enter pin. (****), yeah. Transaction: Withdrawal. Amount? Y100,000. Ya think that’ll be enough?” the little princess asked and the others nodded. After 18 had the money, the women went in search of food.


At Capsule Corp, Tregeta and Goten had requested the needed capsule houses and supplies as Trunks was sure that his lock code had been deactivated or he would have gotten the supplies himself. The secretary at the desk gasped when her eyes met with those of the boys.

“Trunks! Goten! Remember me, I’m Cornelia from West High! How are you?” the girl beamed, stood up then went to hug the boys.

“Corey, how are you? I never knew you worked here! It’s been a few years,” Trunks smiled as the two of them returned Cornelia’s hug then sat to converse with her.

“Cornelia! Is that letter typed, yet! I had better not catch you goofing off or I’ll hang you by that monkey tail of yours after I wrap it around that scrawny neck of yours!” a voice bellowed over the intercom.

“Yes, Mr. Coles, right away, sir,” the girl’s voice shook as she replied and with nervous fingers, she turned off the intercom. “If I could, I’d blast you into the next dimension just to think straight!” the young girl snarled…in Saiyago!

“Corey? Y-C-I never knew! You’re a Sa-!"

“Shhh! Don’t say that s’loud. Ms. Briefs would surely fire me if she found out! She hates Saiya-jin with a passion! I was lucky to get this gig right outta high school. She won’t hire anyone with a tail or if they remotely look like a Saiya-jin. I don’t know who turned her into a Saiya-jin hater, but…Oh, well. I’d better get this letter typed for the ‘master’ or he’ll have my head,” Corey sighed.
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Quit,” Trunks said with his arms folded across his chest like Vegeta’s

“Quit? I can’t quit! The pay’s good. My family lives okay. I wish I could, but,” the girl shook her head.

“I got a proposition for you. My dad has this huge house and almost seventy Saiya-jin from one country alone. He could use a few extra hands in assistance. And contrary to popular belief, my dad is not the same Saiya-jin prince who invaded this planet some twenty years ago. Come home, Corey. Get your family and come home to Little Vegeta-temporary home of the Saiya-jin. Where we live is untamed wilderness just waiting for habitation until we can relocate,” Trunks smiled and handed an envelope to Cornelia.

Just then, a door behind the secretary opened and out stepped a rather large man with black brown hair like Vegeta’s and green eyes. He surveyed the boys. “Which one of you is Trunks Briefs?” he asked, his voice carrying an accent that resembled the Saiya-jin who had arrived from Scotland not too long ago.

Trunks stood up and struck a pose reminiscent of his dad’s. “I am Prince Trunks Vegeta, son of the Saiya-jin no Ouji. Who addresses me?” the young prince said in snobbish accents like Vegeta’s, tossing his head of lavender shoulder length hair to one side.

“I am Jeffery Coles, the new Vice President and I understand that you desire to contract us to provide for a race of beings that are called ‘Saiya-jins?’ Why on Earth should we want to help a race of ruthless, blood thirsty, planet destroying aliens? According to my fiancée, some character named Frieza or somethin’ like that had destroyed the entire barrel of monkeys. She only knows of two full-blooded Saiya-jin, four half-breeds and one quarter bred. Doesn’t warrant a case of capsule housing and a contract with us,” Jeffery said in a tone reticent of Trunks’ snobbish air.

Trunks took one menacing step forward. This caused Cornelia and Goten to seek out one another for comfort and safety. “So, your answer is no, then? Fine, but do me one favor…” Trunks’ voice was soft then suddenly, he threw a chi blast which rocked the complex on its foundation. “Explain that to that to that 1st Class Grade-A momma-maxima-prime bitch. I will be back! C’mon, Goten. Corey, I’ll be waiting,” Trunks said and flew out the whole created from his blast. Goten followed.

“Mr. Coles. I quit. I am so over taking orders from the likes of you, you pathetic weakling. Chow, baby,” and with that Cornelia walked out.


The boys returned to the palace where some of the mayhem from earlier had calmed down. The crowd was feasting and sharing survivor stories. The boys sought out the prince who was seated with Prince Kale, Angelair, Fuyung and Kakarrot. They bowed once they stood before Vegeta.

“Report,” was all that the elder prince said.

“It is with displeasure that I report Capsule Corporation has refused to assist us, my prince. Shall I take care of it, Outusan?” Tregeta asked but Vegeta was in thought.

“Did you leave them something to think about?” the prince asked his eldest offspring who nodded. “Pray that she never grows a brain or we will be forced to hurt all those who oppose us. Saiya-jin are resourceful. We will be provided for. Go, get something to eat while it lasts,” Vegeta ordered and the boys bowed.


At Capsule Corp, Cornelia left not soon after the young visitors. She, like other Saiya-jin on the planet, could defy gravity and fly, so she did just that.

“I gotta get home and tell the others! Imagine, my granddad’s race of people, here! Maybe I’ll finally be able to get it on with Trunks! God, he’s such a hunk! Oh, wait, didn’t he say that he was the prince’s son? Great. Just great. One of the few dreams on two legs and he turns out to be out of my reach. Oh, Goten’s cute also, and he is within my reach,” Cory smiled as she kicked herself into high gear and reached home sooner than she would have if she had driven her air car. Cory burst into the house and shouted, “Momma! Poppa! Grandma! Granddad! Our race is saved! The Saiya-jin live on! We have not all been obliterated!” she exclaimed.

“Cornelia, girl, calm down, honey before you explode! Now, tell us what has you in a whirl! Did that lavender haired hunk at Capsule Corp finally notice what a righteous babe you are? He is a delicious looking young man, if I do say so myself. Heh, heh,” an elder woman cackled.

“Mommaleafa, you’re incorrigible! What does Vegeta mean, outside of the name of the home planet?” Cornelia asked and the faces of the four people who surrounded her became white with fear.

“W-where did you hear that name?” a younger woman trembled putting her fingers to her mouth.

“Trunks, the young lavender haired man, stopped by the corporation today to request a contract with the place. Remember I told you that he and a young man named Son Goten were in some of my high school classes? They came in and asked for a case of capsule houses. I thought the request was strange until we started talking. Mr. Coles ordered me to type a letter for him and I cursed in Saiyago. Trunks picked up on it and we began talking. He suggested I quit CC and go to his dad’s home in the wilderness where, Trunks said, were seventy Saiya-jin from one country! Grandpa, imagine! Seventy of your race here on this planet!” Cornelia twirled happily. “Then, Mr. Coles came out of the office and asked if the young man was Trunks Briefs, but Trunks said his name was Trunks Vegeta. Not only that, he said that he was the son of the no Ouji! Who’s that, grampy, Aquachest?” the girl asked.

Aquachest, the one Cory had addressed as grampy, replied in a slow voice, “The no Ouji was King Vegeta’s eldest son and heir. He was being trained to be the most ruthless and feared among the entire race. He was born with such an incredible power level, that everyone on the planet knew that he carried the makings of incarnating the 3000 year old legend of the Super Saiya-jin. The king left the boy to his mother until the boy could walk, then the old tyrant took the boy and tortured him in what he referred to as training. The boy would sneak to the queen’s chamber and she would comfort him. Of course, when the tyrant found out, he’d all but killed the boy. Queen Sunrissa, the boy’s breeder, there was a rare jewel of Saiya. She was strong and weak at the same time. She took abuse from the king yet never let him see her cry out in pain. When she was alone, she would fall apart. Somehow, chibi Vegeta would feel the queen’s distress, go to her and just be with her. She taught all three of her children not to fear their feelings, but express them. Use them as a catalyst to attain the unattainable. According to the king, she ruined the young prince so horridly, that the king made a pact with the white devil, Frieza, to have that tyrant take and train the youngster, who was five. Then the king told Frieza the boy could be his slave permanently after the prince’s tenth birthday. After the prince was taken away, the king began to assemble numbers of our people, stored all the planet’s treasures that Frieza hadn’t claimed for himself, then he ordered us off planet. It wasn’t until our ships returned to the spot of origin that we found our home had been destroyed. The king and whoever had remained on planet had been relocated to another dimension. When we still had a planet, we had sent a baby to a far off planet called Earth to destroy it. Somehow, that baby must have forgotten his mission for it is that same planet that we now call home,” Aquachest smiled; he had grown fond of the planet.

“What was his name, the baby, I mean?” Cornelia asked.

“The baby’s name had been Kakarrot. If by some strange miracle that child forgot his mission, which could be the only reason this blue marble was spared, and if he is still alive, we must find him and thank him. For this is where the survivors of my team ended up. We settled down and assimilated the Earth lifestyle, right down to their sentimentality. One of my team, Eggoll and his wife, Turnipa, opened up a store for just us Saiya-jin. They call it Saiya-jin Pride. Most of the items are from the palace,” Aquachest explained.

“Well, I for one felt sorry for both King Vegeta and the tyke. It could not have been easy for our king to give up his eldest son to the likes of Frieza. Talk about a monster! We Saiya-jin are nice compared to that freak of the universe. I’ll never forget when the king had formed that unholy alliance. It was before his son was born. Frieza, from what I had heard, was very impressed with our planet-destroying hobby. He had the king take groups of us on planet purging missions or the white devil would assign certain missions to certain groups. What that white freak didn’t know was that after each battle or mission, our race became stronger. We made no secret about the legend of the Super Saiya-jin, the strongest most powerful being our race had ever known. Our warriors were becoming stronger! Our third class group of warriors fared better than most of Frieza’s elite soldiers. Then one day, it happened. One of our third class warrior groups had been assigned to a planet called Veet while the commander of that group was in recovery from a previous purge mission. I was the medic on duty when the commander, his name was Bardock, came out of recovery, suited himself up for battle after I had told him that his team had been sent on a mission and to what planet. I never saw that warrior again, but I remembered his little boy and the power that infant displayed. He rivaled the no Ouji. No, that baby had surpassed even the prince but no ever knew that except myself and her majesty,” the second male in the room replied.

“If what Cornelia says is true, then somehow our no Ouji came to this planet, lowered himself to a nauseating level in order to mate with one of its pathetically weak natives and produced the boy Cornelia said she encountered today. I want to find out if this is true. Did the boy tell you how to locate where he lives?” Aquachest asked.

Cornelia remembered the envelope Trunks had given her. She opened the letter and pulled out the contents. “I can read this! Look!” she gave the letter to Aquachest.

The elder man fell into a seat. He had lost all color in his face as he had scanned the letter. “Listen!” he motioned for his family to be seated. “It reads, ‘If you can read this, you are Saiya-jin. Come! Our race has been granted a second chance! This time we will not fall prey to beings like Frieza, who is now dead! The no Ouji will personally see to that! Call this number for assistance.’ It’s signed Trunks Vegeta, no Ouji Vegetasei,” Aquachest sighed.

“Frieza’s dead? I don’t believe it! I want to know how! Call that number, dad!” the younger Saiya-jin male, exclaimed.

“We’ll let your daughter call, Celerion, since she had gone to school with the boy,” Aquachest handed the paper back to his granddaughter.

Taking the letter with trembling hands, the young girl picked up the phone receiver and dialed the number.

“Tregeta. Speak,” a mid ranged mail voice said on the other end.

“My name is Cornelia, daughter of Celerion and Brocolia, granddaughter to Aquachest and Bayleafa. My grandparents were medics to Queen Sunrissa of Vegetasei,” the young girl responded in the Saiyago language.

In the background, Cornelia could hear a multitude of voices, the next thing she heard was, “This is Vegeta no Ouji. Have you a speaker phone?” it was the elder Vegeta’s deeper voice.

Cornelia acknowledged the fact that their phone had a speaker and the prince requested that she put the call through the speaker.

“Can you all hear me?” Vegeta asked and received an affirmative response. “As of now, there are some seventy survivors from our holocaust. This number includes Kakarrot, his two sons and granddaughter, my two children and myself. There are more survivors on the way. I’ve opened my home, Little Vegeta up to the refuges from across this planet. Those who are local may remain at their present locations and come and go to as they please. I am not King Vegeta’s clone, so you have no need to fear being relocated to the next dimension for following your own mind and showing your emotions. You are more than welcomed to come home, my children. Come back to Saiya,” the prince said, his deep voice inviting and encouraging.

“This is Aquachest, my prince. Just tell us where and how to reach you!” Aquachest said a little more enthusiastically than a Saiya-jin should have.

“Control, yourself, medic. You are a Saiya-jin first class and remember that. I will send my son, Kakarrot’s youngest brat and three of my best warriors to escort you to Little Vegeta. You will meet at the West City Mall in front of a place called ‘Saiya-jin Pride’. Do you know it?” Vegeta asked.

“I know the place, my prince. A member of my purging team opened a shop by that name two years ago,” Aquachest replied.

“Glad to hear that. Now, upon arrival, be ready to train, battle, spar and feast! Vegeta no Ouji, out,” the prince said in a bored tone.

“Aquachest, out, my prince,” and the call was terminated. The medic turned to his family with a bright unSaiya-jin smile. “Cornelia, honey…”

Cornelia held up a hand. “Poppachest, I don’t care about this place! CC is just a job. Besides, Mr. Coles has become mean and abusive. I think it’s because his of his fiancée’s intense hatred towards our race. When I first started there, she would come to the office in a towering rage complaining over that ‘prince of the dead Saiya-jin race! Stubborn assed alien scum! I’m sorry I ever married that Saiya-jin no Ouji!’ I heard her say one day in a rant. The no Ouji had chosen her to breed with but she was too overbearing or so I heard her tell Mr. Coles the no Ouji had called her. Let’s just go. Let’s capsule what-“

“Ouji said that we could remain here at home, but we will go now and be reunited with our people once more!” Celerion said and the family left their flat and teleported to the mall.

At West City Mall, young Prince Vegeta, Kakarrot, Goten, Angelair and Fuyung were gathered at Saiya-jin pride. The brothers and the family owners were discussing memories from Vegetasei as well as trading survivor stories. The four younger men were in the open space outside the store engaged in a mock battle but not to the point of destruction.

“Just like men! Always in a scrape over something,” a female voice sounded and the boys stopped.

“Cornelia, hello. You know Goten. This is his Outusan, Goku, but his Saiya-jin name is Kakarrot. This is Parsnip. He runs this place with his parents,” Trunks introduced with a bow.

Cornelia bowed, then introduced her own family. To say that her Outusan was shocked to learn that Goku was the same baby that the race had sent to the planet to destroy it would have been a gross understatement. The medic was so bowled over that he nearly passed out.

“We must all be thankful to you, Kakarrot, for not destroying this little mud ball, or we would never have had a place of refuge,” the medic bowed as did Goku.

“Are we ready? Outusan has a feast waiting. We all know that with Saiya-jin involved, it’s first come, first serve,” young Vegeta nodded.

After Eggoll had closed and locked up the store, the group Ited to Little Vegeta, where they were met by several other Saiya-jin. Many recognized the medic and his wife as well as the older couple with them, Eggoll and Turnipa. The two introduced their offspring, and then Trageta took the new arrivals to the feasting area, where there was still a mountain of food left from the hunt surprisingly. After feasting, the men broke off into groups to spar, Trageta, Goten and a few Saiya-jin who had been very poor warriors on the home planet but were gifted scientists and technicians, assisted with the repair work. There were also plans drawn up to replicate the capsule with Saiya-jin technology. Princess Kayla had taken Kakarrot off to get better acquainted.That action did not go unnoticed. The royal brothers had been sitting closely together observing every movement within the camp.

“Looks like it’s serious, Elder one,” Kale mentioned as he watched the budding romance between sib and soldier.

Vegeta looked up from poking the ground with a stick. “He’s mated and bonded to a bitch twice as bad as the one I had gotten myself involved with,” he replied.

“Well, if you elevate him to Elite status, he can have two mates,” Kale suggested. “Kakarrot’s still a young ape with plenty of fire! His Earth-jin is gonna age, dry up and, alas, depart this plane. Kakarrot will live seemingly forever, as you know we do not age like these beings. You, yourself aren’t much older than your own son is now. Look at them! She’s got him eating from her hand and vice versa. I haven’t seen her this happy since you gave Saiyella to her on her first birthday. Which reminds me, your daughter, Cilvanti. Her doll looks-"

“It is. It was found in a shop called Saiya-jin Pride as was the family portrait,” Vegeta’s voice was low and he blinked away a tear, which threatened to fall. The prince sat silently and thought about what his brother had just suggested regarding Kakarrot.

It was true that Saiya-jin aged at a snail’s pace compared to the weak Earth-jin and the race’s power never decreased. And yes, the Earth-jin would pass from this plane to another. Perhaps that was a reason why he, after Bulma had thrown him out, had not sought to reconcile the union. He would not have been able to bear the day when he or the kids would have had to say ‘good-bye.’ For all her obnoxious, stubborn, high brow, overbearing ways, she had seemed like the part that fit his soul perfectly. At first it had been beneath his dignity to mate with such a weak creature. However, when she had survived giving birth to two very powerful half-breeds much stronger than he himself was at birth, he had lost whatever ice might have been around his heart. Oh, he had built it back up to guard himself from feeling things he never wanted to feel in his existence again. Then Cilvi entered his life and the wall thawed out once again because the baby needed him more than the mate at the time. No. Vegeta shook his head. His thoughts were wandering. He thought about the elevation of Kakarrot to Elite status.

Vegeta had to admit that the idea had merit. Kakarrot had proven himself time and again in battle. He even took Frieza on and told that sorry ass piece of space trash that whatever differences that being might have had with the prince were to be transferred to the other Saiya-jin. Vegeta could see from the spirit world the events that were happening on Namek and he was urging Kakarrot onward even though he couldn’t be with him. Then in the fight with Cell, Kakarrot had surrendered valiantly just so Gohan could take his place. The prince knew he himself could never have done such a thing. In fact, the prince had nearly gotten Earth’s last hope killed because he went off the deep end when his son from Earth’s future had been killed by the bio-mechanized terror. Cell had put him away with just a swat and he lay unconscious for sometime.

“I like your idea. I will do it as my first act as king of this new race of Saiyan-jin. Let’s go spar,” Vegeta suggested only to be stopped by Celerion and Brocolia.

The couple bowed. “We are honored, no Ouji, that you have invited us to your home,” Celerion spoke in humbled tons.

“Quit sucking up. No one gets any special favors from my elite or from me. State your business,” the prince drawled in a dry tone of voice.

“Yes. We have been wondering how is it that you came to Earth?” Celerion asked, however, he cowered when he caught the glint of steel in Vegeta’s coal black eyes.

The prince’s face was a stone mask. He gave a curt nod, then he, Kale and the couple sat on the ground and Vegeta related the details of how he had first come to the planet both to look for the Dragon Balls and to destroy the place. As he and Nappa fought the Earth’s Special Forces, the Earth-jin kept talking about Goku this and Goku that. Vegeta asked if Goku was Kakarrot, the brother to “that chicken weakling Raditz.” When the team acknowledged the fact, Vegeta had a new aim for coming to the planet and that was to fight Goku. Skipping the boring details, Vegeta related the incidents on Namek, how he, the prince had shared the home planet’s destruction by Frieza with Goku and had all the confidence that the newly born Super Saiya-jin would beat Frieza into the ground.

“Kakarrot? The Super Saiya-jin! I knew it! Don’t ask me how, but I knew that whelp of Bardock’s had too high a power reading to be ordinary! Thanks to the God who made all the Universe our race saved the legend!” Celerion exclaimed and the news shocked the prince.

Against an incredibly dry mouth, Vegeta had to ask; “H-how high was his power level?” the prince was white as a sheet.

Celerion bit his tongue nearly in half. “A-AH! It was high, my prince,” the medic replied.

Vegeta charged at the medic and pinned him to the ground; his black eyes had turned from black to green in a flash. The medic’s eyes grew three sizes as he flew into the air with the man in tow. “Tell me how high it was!” Vegeta held his right hand up and in the palm blazed a chi ball.

“It was higher than yours, my prince! And may the God of all creation damn me for all eternity forever having told you. Kill me. That’s what you were raised to do!” Celerion shouted, tears streaming from his onyx eyes.

Vegeta powered down as he looked into the medic’s s eyes. Slowly, the two returned to terra firma, then the prince flew off to be alone.

‘What happened to him? He was all golden and his eyes were green, just as the legend says! He has attained the level as well! I must find out how they did it and join them!’ Celerion thought as he sat by his daughter.

Vegeta had gone off into the wilderness to blast something inanimate. Now, he knew why he had never been able to defeat Kakarrot! Neither during that first fight when he himself had invaded the planet nor during the daily sparring sessions. Then Vegeta thought of something he hadn’t before. What if…No, the king would have fried the entire medical staff if a screw up like a baby switch had happened. No, as hard to accept as it was, Kakarrot had been the winner from birth. No matter how hard he’d train. No matter how hard he’d push himself, he would never be able to get within an inch of Kakarrot. The prince had to accept his defeat. ‘Kakarrot, come here,’ Vegeta called via telepathy to his greatest arch rival.

“What is it?” Kakarrot asked when he ITed in front of the prince. Vegeta hauled off and punched Kakarrot in the face causing a bloody nose. “Ah! What’d you do that for? I didn’t do anything to you!”

“Can it! You’ve beaten me is what you’ve done, that's what! You’ve been the victor since you were born! I just learned that your power at birth was higher than mine was! I was to be the most powerful Saiya-jin, not anyone else! It was through the royal bloodline, not through some third class nobody!” Vegeta screamed, fighting his emotions.

“I see now. You’re jealous. You’ve always been jealous that there’s another Saiya-jin, four half Saiya-jin and a quarter Saiya-jin twice as powerful as the Great Prince Vegeta! Wake up, Vegeta and drop the competitive edge! Look what you’ve got around you! You have a race of people, who need a strong leader,” Kakarrot pointed out.

“Look at me damn it, do I look like a strong leader to you? I couldn’t lead a horse to water, now, much less make him drink! I’m not the ruthless being I was when I first invaded the planet. I’m not King Vegeta and I’ve shamed the name to no end! Would that my own Outusan had killed me during our sparring matches, then I wouldn’t be in this shape. And you’re right, I am jealous over what I cannot have and what I cannot attain. Go back, I’m sorry I disturbed you and my sister,” the prince apologized then flew off.


He knew that if you aimed a beam or something at a mirror that it would bounce out and attack the source. Vegeta stood in his room in front of a large rectangular mirror and stared deep into his coal black eyes, then he closed those same eyes, charged up a small chi ball with what he hoped would be just enough power to do the job. He threw the ball, which knocked him into a far wall behind where he stood and then the entire world had gone black. His consciousness, that was aware of floating and passing through a brilliantly lit cave, then he stood in front of a great white throne. He was shaking in his boots. Not from nervousness, but from a fear so great it ran straight to the core of his being. He had known of the God of all creation and he knew the creator was all power. Then his mind kicked in. ‘Boy, Vegeta, you’ve really crewed it up this time.’ As if taking the lives of many innocent beings wasn’t bad enough because he had been under orders to do so. Now he had tried to take his own life. All because he could handle neither the guilt nor the pain of memories he had long buried nor the new found fact that he had been, in fact, born a weakling in a strong race.

“How dare you!” a deep thunderous voice boomed yet it was a near whisper.

“Creator? How is it a wretch like me can stand before One as pure and holy as You are?” Vegeta heard himself inquire of the being.

“It is I, Vegeta, the One who made all things. Things which you and your race had fun destroying and now you presume to take away the life that I have given to you as a gift! You are not only weak you are a coward. You cannot deal with the pain you feel which you have caused others. I am giving your race a second chance with you at the head. Accept Me and I will guide you in the way that you should go. You once tried to be My creation’s greatest fear, then you found yourself on the Planet Earth. A weak little planet stronger than any of the other races I created because their strength is in their feelings! What frightens you, Vegeta? That you are not like the man who sired you? I hope not! You are greater than what you have become. Find My book on Earth and learn of Me, then you will have the power to lead such a race to greatness if such is still your intent,” the Voice said.

“Having been in your presence, Lord, I do not wish that any longer. I will be better than those who have gone before me have been!” Vegeta heard himself reply.

“Vegeta, strength is more than brutality and chi blasts. It is being able to handle a crisis at the drop of a hat, such as when Cilvanti was born. You knew you were the only parent she had. You stepped out of your little cocoon and came off your throne to care for an innocent. You weren’t the proud Prince of Vegetasei then. You were just a parent caring for one who needed it. Son, I have seen every tear that you’ve shed in your heart if not outwardly. You did not like the killing and if there was a way you could have sold your birthright, I know that you would have.”

“I disappointed my Saiya-jin Outusan, but not as much as I have disappointed you, my Lord of All. I know it is too late to change and I willingly accept my punishment.”

“You will be returning to the physical plane. Your heart is already changing for the better. Let the 'you' that I have created come forth and live. Don’t bury him again nor try to destroy him. He is the stronger of your two selves. Hard words do not equal strength either. I do not always speak with a thunderous voice to be heard but I can whisper My desire to you as you sleep. You are in such a state, now, my son. Remember you are much more than you have become. Find My Word and learn of Me. I will lead and guide you if you and your people will humble yourselves unto Me,” the Voice faded with the last few lines repeating themselves in Vegeta’s ears.