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This story takes place between the end of the Cell Games and the beginning of the Great Saiyaman Saga.
Dragonball Z – The Return of Nappa: Vengeful Pride – Chapter One
Vegeta floated, breathing heavily. He watched as the other Z Fighters landed around Gohan, who was lying on the ground, exhaustively laughing. Vegeta couldn't believe what he had just seen. He had just witnessed a mere child defeat one of the most powerful fighters to ever exist. He watched the Z Fighters pick up Gohan and it finally hit him. Kakarot was dead. He remembered vividly as Kakarot placed his hand on Cell and teleported away.
"Kakarot, you sacrificed yourself, without fear. What does that make me?" Vegeta said."It makes you weak!" a voice replied. "What?" Suddenly, Vegeta was surrounded by total darkness. "Who dares mock me?!"
In front of him, a younger version of himself appeared. "I can't believe it! Look at how you've turned out. Bested by a child, a baby! The baby of a 3rd class citizen, nonetheless!" said a chibi Vegeta.
Vegeta scowled. It was one thing to be ridiculed, but another thing when it was the truth. Then, his father appeared beside him. "F-F-Father….?!", Vegeta whispered, bewildered. King Vegeta spoke harshly as he said, "Disappointing! Pathetic! What happened to your pride? Living with these sappy earthlings has softened you!" The words from his father stung Vegeta. But he turned the stinging into anger.
"I am NOT pathetic! And I will never lose my pride! NEVER!", Vegeta shouted. His father glared, "Hmph! Bested by a baby. How weak of a Saiyan are you?"
"I AM NOT WEAK!!!!"
Vegeta jumped out of bed and punched a gigantic hole in the bedroom wall. When he came to his senses, he realized it had all been a dream. The bedroom light flipped on as an angry Bulma stomped over to Vegeta.
"Vegeta, what the hell happened? You didn't have to hit me, you jerk!" screamed Bulma. Bulma clenched her side as Vegeta realized what he had done. He was covered in sweat from his nightmare. He looked down at the floor.
"Sorry….."
Bulma looked at him. "What's wrong, Vegeta?"
"Nothing. Go back to bed," he said.
Bulma growled," How the hell am I supposed to sleep when there's not a wall because SOMEONE decided to destroy it? Hmmm?" as she tapped her foot. Vegeta's thoughts were still on the dream he just had.
"I'm going out for a while," he said as he flew off.
"Hey, I didn't say you could leave, mister! Get back here!" Bulma shouted. Vegeta paid no attention to here as floated off into the distance.
The Saiyan prince glided through the air on his back as he stared at the stars. Memories came to him of how he used to travel all throughout the galaxy. He remembered taking over and destroying numerous planets. Living the life of a true Saiyan warrior, by his strength alone. Vegeta realized that the words spoken to him in his dream were true. He had allowed his life on Earth to soften him and forget his Saiyan warrior ways.
"Hmph, it's all Kakarot's fault. If only I had defeated him that day. I was too soft on him then. I could have destroyed him at any moment, but I didn't, seeing that he could have been a great use in conquering the universe. But he had to defy me, and look what happened. I'm not living the life of a warrior, but of a petty servant, to that woman and child of mine."
The thought of Trunks relaxed him a bit. The five year old half breed was turning out to be pretty strong for such a young age. He made Vegeta proud.
"Of course, Kakarot would have another child to pester me with. But I will overcome Kakarot this time by getting Trunks stronger than him.
Then, the idea hit him. He could resume his warrior ways and travel from planet to planet. He could even bring Trunks with him to train him properly in the ways of a Saiyan, without the influence of petty emotions from the other Z Fighters and humans. But he knew he couldn't. Even though Saiyans were ruthless sometimes, they were still loyal to family, as his own father was to him. And he knew Trunks couldn't live without his mother. Plus, it also seemed that Vegeta had grown fond of her. He was fonder of her than he let anyone know since his pride wouldn't let him admit to others that he needed her.
Vegeta began heading back home since the sun was starting to rise. He thought to himself, "But, if the opportunity presented itself, I would leave this miserable planet behind in a heartbeat and resume the way of life I had before. I would be free to be a true Saiyan once more!"
Though it would not come the way Vegeta would want, the opportunity was right around the corner.
This story takes place between the end of the Cell Games and the beginning of the Great Saiyaman Saga.
Dragonball Z – The Return of Nappa: Vengeful Pride – Chapter One
Vegeta floated, breathing heavily. He watched as the other Z Fighters landed around Gohan, who was lying on the ground, exhaustively laughing. Vegeta couldn't believe what he had just seen. He had just witnessed a mere child defeat one of the most powerful fighters to ever exist. He watched the Z Fighters pick up Gohan and it finally hit him. Kakarot was dead. He remembered vividly as Kakarot placed his hand on Cell and teleported away.
"Kakarot, you sacrificed yourself, without fear. What does that make me?" Vegeta said."It makes you weak!" a voice replied. "What?" Suddenly, Vegeta was surrounded by total darkness. "Who dares mock me?!"
In front of him, a younger version of himself appeared. "I can't believe it! Look at how you've turned out. Bested by a child, a baby! The baby of a 3rd class citizen, nonetheless!" said a chibi Vegeta.
Vegeta scowled. It was one thing to be ridiculed, but another thing when it was the truth. Then, his father appeared beside him. "F-F-Father….?!", Vegeta whispered, bewildered. King Vegeta spoke harshly as he said, "Disappointing! Pathetic! What happened to your pride? Living with these sappy earthlings has softened you!" The words from his father stung Vegeta. But he turned the stinging into anger.
"I am NOT pathetic! And I will never lose my pride! NEVER!", Vegeta shouted. His father glared, "Hmph! Bested by a baby. How weak of a Saiyan are you?"
"I AM NOT WEAK!!!!"
Vegeta jumped out of bed and punched a gigantic hole in the bedroom wall. When he came to his senses, he realized it had all been a dream. The bedroom light flipped on as an angry Bulma stomped over to Vegeta.
"Vegeta, what the hell happened? You didn't have to hit me, you jerk!" screamed Bulma. Bulma clenched her side as Vegeta realized what he had done. He was covered in sweat from his nightmare. He looked down at the floor.
"Sorry….."
Bulma looked at him. "What's wrong, Vegeta?"
"Nothing. Go back to bed," he said.
Bulma growled," How the hell am I supposed to sleep when there's not a wall because SOMEONE decided to destroy it? Hmmm?" as she tapped her foot. Vegeta's thoughts were still on the dream he just had.
"I'm going out for a while," he said as he flew off.
"Hey, I didn't say you could leave, mister! Get back here!" Bulma shouted. Vegeta paid no attention to here as floated off into the distance.
The Saiyan prince glided through the air on his back as he stared at the stars. Memories came to him of how he used to travel all throughout the galaxy. He remembered taking over and destroying numerous planets. Living the life of a true Saiyan warrior, by his strength alone. Vegeta realized that the words spoken to him in his dream were true. He had allowed his life on Earth to soften him and forget his Saiyan warrior ways.
"Hmph, it's all Kakarot's fault. If only I had defeated him that day. I was too soft on him then. I could have destroyed him at any moment, but I didn't, seeing that he could have been a great use in conquering the universe. But he had to defy me, and look what happened. I'm not living the life of a warrior, but of a petty servant, to that woman and child of mine."
The thought of Trunks relaxed him a bit. The five year old half breed was turning out to be pretty strong for such a young age. He made Vegeta proud.
"Of course, Kakarot would have another child to pester me with. But I will overcome Kakarot this time by getting Trunks stronger than him.
Then, the idea hit him. He could resume his warrior ways and travel from planet to planet. He could even bring Trunks with him to train him properly in the ways of a Saiyan, without the influence of petty emotions from the other Z Fighters and humans. But he knew he couldn't. Even though Saiyans were ruthless sometimes, they were still loyal to family, as his own father was to him. And he knew Trunks couldn't live without his mother. Plus, it also seemed that Vegeta had grown fond of her. He was fonder of her than he let anyone know since his pride wouldn't let him admit to others that he needed her.
Vegeta began heading back home since the sun was starting to rise. He thought to himself, "But, if the opportunity presented itself, I would leave this miserable planet behind in a heartbeat and resume the way of life I had before. I would be free to be a true Saiyan once more!"
Though it would not come the way Vegeta would want, the opportunity was right around the corner.