Vegeta turned the monitor off and leaned forward on his hands. It took a moment for his mind to register that his hands were trembling. He was not sure whether it was from fear or excitement, but no matter. He, the Prince of Saiyans, had just been handed a golden opportunity, a chance for eternal glory. It was just as he had always known: he was destined for greatness.
Vegeta smirked. He had been careless, but fate was on his side. He had not taken advantage of Frieza's death nor asserted himself as a dominant power in the universe. Instead he had gone to earth, had started a family, while Frieza's pathetic underlings tried to take over his huge empire. Of course, they had failed. Now they turned to the only warrior they believed strong enough to take Frieza's place: Prince Vegeta.
Vegeta savored the sense of pride that flowed like fire through his veins. He was fated to rule the universe. Kakkarot had just been a sideshow.
In Otherworld, Kakkarot, known to most as Goku, sneezed. His companion's antennae twitched. "This is not good," King Kai whispered. "Not good at all..."
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