Hi. Tony Mirabella here again. While my first fic was meant to be funny,
this one is totally serious. It's meant
to show us a little of Vegeta's past, and his relationship with his
father. In this story, "King Vegeta" or
simply "The King," refers to Vegeta's dad that was killed by Frieza. Once again, the names and references are
Americanized. I really don't know the
Japanese terms too well. Sorry.
Bulma sat at home worried.
For the past two months, Vegeta left the house right after dark and
didn't return until morning. Normally
she wouldn't care, but tonight he took Trunks with him. "What the hell is he up to." She
thought. "He's better get that little
boy home at a decent hour or his ass is mine!"
Vegeta stood in a deserted clearing, Trunks close at
hand. In Vegeta's pocket was the Dragon
Radar. And in front of him, glowing
with their own inner power, were the legendary Dragon Balls! "Yes," thought Vegeta. "Any moment now." Trunks watched in awe as the already dark sky turned pitch black. The moon vanished. The wind rushed. The
earth rumbled. From the balls leaped a
golden flame, and then, there he was.
Shenron! The mighty eternal
dragon. "Wish now!" said the mighty
dragon, "or let me return to my slumber!"
Vegeta, actually in awe of this beast, whispered his wish. "It is done!" said Shenron. The dragon vanished. The dragonballs spread out in all
directions. Vegeta, the Saiyan that
almost ended all life on earth, made a wish.
Immortality was his? No. Trunks looked past his father and was
shocked to see another man standing there.
A tall man with a beard and Saiyan armor! The man looked remarkably like his father, but a bit taller. "Welcome back…….Father!" said Vegeta.
"Where, where am I?"
Said King Vegeta. "What's going
on? Son?????" "Yes, father," said Vegeta, "it is I." "Well, well," said the King, "haven't we grown a bit? Would you mind telling me how in the hell
I'm here, son?" Vegeta explained about
the Dragonballs. "What!!!!!!!"
exclaimed King Vegeta. "You had a power
like that and you wasted it bringing me back?
You fool! You could have ruled
the universe." "But father," said
Vegeta, "I can do that anytime. The
Balls will be back next year. I, I
wanted to see you." "Ah," said the
King. "So. Next year." He laughed
evilly. "Next year I will rule the
universe. You've done well son. Now go.
I wish to be alone." "W-what?"
said Vegeta. "Don't you even want to
know how my life has been?" "Why should
I give a shit?" said his father. "I've
got too much to do."
Trunks watched all this in amazement. He's never seen his dad look so meek and…
frightened! Could this man really make
his stone cold father nervous?
"I asked you where I was." Said King Vegeta. "You're on earth," said his son. "Ah," the King said, "you've killed everyone
and made this little dirt ball your own, eh?
Can't blame you. It's a nice
little rock." "Um, actually father,"
said Vegeta, "I share this planet with the earthlings." "What?" said his dad. "What the hell is wrong with you, boy? You've gone soft. I've never been so sick in all my life. Your slut mother. I
should have punched her in the stomach when she was pregnant with you." "I'm not soft," said Vegeta, raising his
voice slightly, "It, it just wouldn't be any challenge to destroy these
pathetic people." "No," said the King,
"but it would be fun. Prove you're not
soft. I want you to destroy everyone on
this rock now!" "But why?" said his
son. "These people don't like to
fight. They're peaceful." King Vegeta walked up and slapped his son,
hard. "I'm going to kill you." Said
King Vegeta. "You are a disgrace to the
Saiyan race." "Leave him alone!" yelled
a small voice. "Trunks, no!" scolded
Vegeta. "I can handle this." "Who in the hell is this?" said the King. "He is your grandson, father." Said Vegeta. "What!!!!!" said King Vegeta.
"This blue haired runt isn't a Saiyan!
Either your very sick son or…"
The King pondered for a moment.
"No. You bastard! You shit!
You've cross-breaded. You've
mixed our mighty Saiyan genes with the earthlings!" With super speed, the King grabbed Trunks by the neck and lifted
him and shook him violently. "This boy
will die! And so will you, my pathetic
son."
That's all Vegeta could take. With a holler, he transformed in a Super Saiyan. "That's enough, father!" he said.
"Put my boy down. Do with me as
you will, but leave my son alone." King
Vegeta's eyes widened. "What are you?"
he said quietly, almost whispering.
Silence for a long while. Then
the King spoke again. "You've done
it. The legend. You?
You! No! I tried for decades to become a Super
Saiyan! I bled! I cried!
I broke limbs, shattered teeth; almost destroyed my body and I couldn't
do it. You! You pathetic scum! I must
kill you and all you've created!" Then
he took Trunks and slammed him into the ground. The force was like a bomb.
Vegeta stared in horror as his son's small head bounce off the
rocks. He ran to his son and felt for a
pulse. It was there. Trunks moaned in agony.
Vegeta looked up at his father, at his evil smirk. But, his father was gone. In his place, he saw his own face. The face of the old Vegeta. The face of the being that killed and
pillaged for years with Nappa and Radditz.
The Vegeta he secretly wished he never had been, and could erase
forever. Vegeta now only saw the world
in shades of red. He held his son,
still unconscious in his arms. "You,"
he said. "You made me this way,
father! You! YOU!!!!!!!!" Vegeta
exploded into Super Saiyan 2. King
Vegeta stared at his son, unable to believe what he saw. All he could see was a pillar of golden
light, with glowing green eyes of rage in the center. Vegeta stuck out his hand.
With a scream of rage that frightened the nearby villagers, Vegeta shot
from his hand a golden ray of light, powered not by his ki, but by pure anger
and hatred. It struck his father and
began to burn his flesh. King Vegeta
screamed with pain that cannot be imagined.
As Vegeta watched his father die, his body, first loosing it's clothes,
then the skin melting away, then his bones turning to dust, Vegeta swore he saw
a hideous, coal black beating heart in his fathers chest. After the blast, nothing remained of the
King of the Saiyans but an oily bloodstain.
Vegeta gently picked up his son, who awoke at that very
moment. "Hi, dad." Said Trunks in a
weak, little voice. "I'm sorry, son."
Said Vegeta with tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry for this and for everything.
I vow, from this day forward, that I will be nothing but kind and loving
to you. I will not treat you like that
animal treated me." Vegeta flew off
with his son.
When they arrived home, Bulma was asleep on the sofa. Vegeta carried Trunks into the
bathroom. With a tenderness Trunks
never thought could come from his father's hands, Vegeta washed his face,
helped him get into his pajamas, and carry him into bed. As he closed his eyes, Trunks thanked his
father. "I love you, my son." Said
Vegeta. Vegeta stood by until his son
fell asleep, and then went into the living room. He gazed down at Bulma, fast asleep. He marveled at her beauty.
Her long, velvety hair. Her thick,
sensuous lips. Vegeta lay down next to
her, and put his head on her chest.
Bulma instinctively put her arm around his head and smiled in her sleep. "I love you, darling." Said Vegeta. "I love you and all the Earth. Vegeta closed his eyes. "I don't hate you as much as I pity you,
father." Thought Vegeta. I hoped you
could have changed, like me. Maybe
spending all eternity in Hell will cure your evil." In that room next to Bulma, laid the man who used to be the
Prince of the Saiyans. That was
over. The new King of the Saiyans fell into
a deep, peaceful sleep. And with him,
fell the kingdom of the evil Saiyans. A
new kingdom of peace had befallen the Saiyan race.
The end.
