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Disclaimer: Obviously the Dragon ball universe is not mine and rightfully belongs to Akira Toriyama. However, creation of the OOC characters once they arrive are mine...
*Fair warning* : Vegeta and possibly a few others MIGHT be a little OOC and I apologize for that. The way I have it is obviously the sayains live a long while and I consider that the more blood you have, the longer you live. As you can see if you read the following people are alive. Gohan, Pan, Goten, Trunks and Bra along with Bulma and Vegeta. Obviously Pan's daughter(who remans out of the picture for the time being) is the mother of Goku Jr but in this certain fiction of mine, he has an attatchment to Vegeta in which the sayain prince doesn't mind it at all. Obviously Goku is dead.
*The name* : Black and Purple are in refernce to Vegeta's eye color and the eye color of the surprise cub in the story. If more shall follow, it might only be updated every week, possibly on a single day of the week once i figure out which one works better. Other than that...PLEASE REVIEW...moreso cause if I dont get many "hey this is nice" or whatnot, hell i'll take bad reviews. dont care. but i wont continue something that no one is interested in. Also, EXPECT long A/N moments..I tend to do those a lot. Anyways,
Please enjoy and review. Anyonmous reviews are also welcome.
Years seemed to pass by without any true thoughts on existence. As the universe fell into a peaceful time, the fighting seemed to just calm immensely. Without any action, the ones that called themselves the protectors of Earth, slowly slumped into normal routine of that for humans. One however found it difficult. After the final death of Goku, his friends continued on with their lives and death soon followed. With Gohan as a grandfather himself and Trunks watching his best friend Goten wed and soon becoming a father himself, the royal half-breed continued his single streak. His sister had no desire to really marry, watching her father for countless hours in the training room. Even after the death and peaceful time, Vegeta still trained every day. However, he didn't engulf his time with it. In fact, the sayain would only spend about two to four hours inside the chamber before walking out and spending the rest of his time with Bulma who's hair was now becoming gray with age. She was still a strong woman, out living Chichi as the fellow wife passed on just the past year. Gohan and Goten had gotten over their mother's death but still wore weary faces in the memory. They would find themselves often at the home with Trunks and Bra as the four would conversate and talk amongst themselves about old times. Though
Vegeta would join them, he would stay quiet, watching the Son children interact with is own. He would watch Goku Jr., the son of Pan's daughter the most. Though Goten and Gohan were well older, it was their sayain genes that allowed them to keep such youth in their features. Gohan was already sporting some gray in his hair. Trunks and Bra though, their faces were still healthy. He knew Bulma had good genes, how good was beyond him. It must had come from her mother, the woman even in death was still a looker. His eyes would gaze at the group and he'd find himself getting lost in memories. A pull at his re-grown tail would pull him back into the reality as he glanced down at the young child that was Goku Jr. He was only three, but those eyes, the hair. Everything screamed Kakarott at him. He didn't speak, didn't say a word. The group was quiet, watching the sayain Prince with the young mutt between his legs that continued to stare up at him. Vegeta made no move push the child away as Goku Jr. proceeded to crawl into his lap and sit down. He gave the Prince a large smile, the same goofy grin Kakarott would give him. A smirk twitched at his mouth but Vegeta refused to let it crease on his lips. Instead, he roughly ruffled the youngsters hair and let him sit on his lap. The tension in the room was released instantly and the conversations went back into play.
Vegeta pretended to listen but hardly did. Goku Jr. had jumped off his lap to retrieve something only to come back and doodle on his little notepad with a crayon. Pan would speak to her father as the poor quarter sayain had more gray than her father. Vegeta barely looked over fifty and still had much youth in his features. Bulma had come in baring a tray of snacks and tea, joining the group in their old memory chats. Gohan looked to Vegeta, seeing the spaced look in the sayain's eyes.
"Hey Vegeta, do you miss my dad sometimes?" The question came out from the blue, and the children of the sayain Prince moved their heads to their father. Vegeta's eyes lost their glazed look as he stared at the eldest son of Goku. He hadn't spoken since their arrival but his eyes went to linger on the look-a-like that still made his presence known on his lap. As much as Vegeta wanted to say 'Yes' he didn't want to admit that he did. Not all the time. He was still the same as he always was but the peaceful years had changed him, as some would say, for the better. He stared at Goku Jr. before looking back at Gohan and gritting his teeth just a little before he finally gave a grunted answer.
"Some moments…I do." It was true. Vegeta missed the training, the fighting the countless times he would test himself against his biggest adversary. Now, Goku was gone, dead and gone and the Prince was alone once more, surrounded by sayain half-breeds and mutts. His blood was dying, and soon, he would die as well and the race would truly be gone. Extinct. He didn't see Gohan's smile, or Goten's for that matter. The two plus Trunks knew of Vegeta's soft obsession with Goku and since his departure, a lot of people looked up to the sayain Prince. Feeling a bit out of place suddenly, Vegeta lifted Goku Jr. off his lap and placed him in his chair after he stood. Giving another ruffle of the child's hair, he went to Bulma and gently caressed her hair in a silent 'be back later' message. She gave him a smile and he left the group.
He walked out, wearing just his black slacks and a black button down shirt. As always, he wore gloves but they were black this time and not fingerless like his last pair. His boots were white, covered in the hard amber tip to protect his feet. He knew where he was going and soon began to levitate off the ground and then took off. He headed north, away from the city, from the people, from the memories. He stayed in the air until the chill of the wind told him just how far north he was. Barren, cold and covered in a fresh blanket of snow. The clouds were thick as he moved down below the line and landed on the fresh powdered snow. He closed his eyes, and let the cold air enter his nose and mouth, feeling the chill crawl down his windpipe and send a shiver down his entire body. A perfect place to train. He didn't wait to even take a stance as the wind began to blow and furies began to whip around and hit his face and body. He trained against the blistering wind, throwing his heated chi balls at the clusters of snow, melting them as they became ice in the ice wind.
For several hours he trained, the smoke and heat evaporating off his body as the snow melted around his body from the heated steam. He threw a punch at the invisible foe but stopped suddenly. Something had caught his eye. Staring up at the cloud cover, he noticed how they split off suddenly to let something through. He knew a space pod when he saw one. The device came down through and crashed well beyond where he was. He could feel the shake of the ground beneath his feet. Without really waiting for anything, he kicked off the ground and made his way to the intruder.
Travelling only a short bit, he saw the crater of what the space pod made. It looked similar of the ones he had used during the time Freiza had taken over his race when he was just a boy. The only difference was that there was no window. He slowly descended to the ground, assessing the device. He could feel the low life chi from whatever was inside. It didn't feel threatening, in fact, it felt as if just a child was inside. He moved his hands along the pod, trying to find the crevice of the entrance, spending several minutes finding it before the pod let out a steamed release of pressure and opened itself. He stepped back, staring at the pod as it opened up to reveal what was inside. He was almost confused when he saw an infant sitting in the seat. Unlike inner pods in which sayain children had been placed in, the infant was literally in the chair on its own, wearing nothing. The skin was as white as the snow around them, a full head of hair with black roots. It looked human but the features on its face was very feline like. Unlike a normal nose as a human would have, it was small, pink and had a very small muzzle. The ears were large and if Bulma had been around, she would have claimed it as adorable. A long tail sneaked out from beneath the small form, long with a tuff of black fur at the end, again with the fur this time being pure white. He was curious and slipped off his glove.
Normally it was humans who portrayed such curiosity for things like this, but sayains were just as bad were they not? He stepped closer and reached in, letting his hand graze across the little arm of the infant cub. It wasn't white skin, it was white fur. The infant was covered in soft and very small fur. When he touched the cub, the tail reacted, moving to wrap itself along the adult's arm. Blinking some and staring, even he wasn't an idiot to know that the tail was wrapping in comfort and claim. He gave a grunting sigh, moving in closer and actually picking up the infant in his arms. Holding the cub easily in his single arm, he grabbed the pod's ledge, leaving it open so it'd be easier to carry.
He wasn't sure what he was planning really, or what to really do. Not doubt he wanted to get the pod checked out, see where it came from. But also, he wanted to see what this cub exactly was. He didn't fly as fast as he normally would, the thinner air in the altitude possibly not good for the infant. Then again, the sayain Prince had no idea what the cub was used to. Gripping the pod in his free hand, his eyes would periodically glance down at the sleeping form. When the cool wind turned into the warm summer breeze he was used to, he could see the city in the distance. How long had he been gone he wondered. Moving his way to the house, he landed gently, placing the pod down first before landing himself. He heard his daughter's voice first.
"Dad? Where did you find that?" She must have been point to the pod first before she saw the white infant in her hands. "What is that?" She suddenly exclaimed, bounding over to look at the little infant in her father's arms.
"Found him, " The Prince grunted. "Fetch a blanket," he commanded as he left the pod where it was, moving to walk into the house. Bra moved to fetch a blanket from inside, jumping to her own balcony to get one. Trunks had heard the commotion and met his father at the back door, seeing the curled small form in his father's arm.
"What is he?" the hybrid questioned. Vegeta gave a grunt, followed with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Don't know. Run an analysis on the pod, find out where it came from." Trunks gave a frown at the commanding voice of his father but didn't want to question it. He moved to take the pod underground to the lab. Vegeta went to the kitchen where Bulma was, hearing from Bra that he had a little bundle in his arms. The sun was moving to set in the horizon when Vegeta had arrived, so he wasn't surprised to see that the others had left already. Bra came to him with a blanket and helped him wrap the cub inside it, having some difficulty considering the tail didn't want to unwrap from the man's arm. He was able to get the tail unwound and handed off the cub to his daughter who gladly took the infant in her arms, cooing at it and singing softly. Bulma looked to her husband with a intrigued gaze.
"You found him in a pod?" She questioned him. Vegeta watched her as she warmed a bottle of milk as Bra tried to wake up the infant from it's dead sleep.
"I was training far up north when I saw it crash land. The pod resembles aspects of what I've seen when I worked for Freiza but there are differences. I'm having Trunks' run an analysis on it to see where it came from." Vegeta's eyes went to his daughter as he heard soft growls and whimpers starting to come from the small babe in her arms. Bulma took the milk out and brought it over to her daughter, both parents watching as Bra was able to coax the small cub to take the nipple of the bottle. Finally it's eyes opened and it took all by surprise. Bright purple eyes stared at them all. He took the bottle and drank from it, staring at all three but the eyes fully rested on Vegeta, watching him. Black met purple and the cub let his lips leave the bottle as he began to cry, his stubby arms reaching for the sayain Prince. Vegeta was slightly taken by surprise but Bra didn't hesitate on giving the infant back to her father who had no choice but to take him. The babe instantly calmed, his tail wrapping around the sayain's arm and holding onto the man's shirt. Vegeta stared down at the cub.
"He seems to already be attached to you." Bulma was smiling when she said that, and Bra was sharing the same grin on her face. Why had the cub already attached itself to him? Was it because Vegeta had already initiated the first touch and that's what the cub went off on? If so, the Prince knew he was screwed. He had heard of several species like that, going off of touch by the first person. No doubt this cub would think of him as his father. Great, without even knowing it, Vegeta just adopted something in which he had no idea what it was.