Resurrection
By Kurin Kentarr
Dragonball Z and all related stuff is property of Akira and friends.
A proud man never forgets his defeats, much less those who defeat him..
Chapter One: A Dream, A Search
Vegeta woke up in cold sweat. For the third time this week, he has had the same nightmare. He always sees himself as a boy in Saiyajin royal clothes, struggling to walk while another boy dressed in rags, runs around with an idiotic smile on his face. He knows the boy is Kakorot, always first at achieving the glory that was a prince's birthright. The dream shows him dying, trying save those he cared for, only to have his sacrifice thrown to the wayside by cheers for the clown who once again saved the world. Just before he wakes up, he is standing above thousands of Saiyajin shouting cheers of a different kind. " All hail the savior, Prince Vegeta!!"
"If only I helped my father stop Freiza," Vegeta said as he sat in the cot he put up in the gravity room, "then Kakorot would never have been so powerful, and I would have been my people's savoir. I shall have my revenge on you Kakorot. For achieving everything that should have been mine. Damn you for killing the monster I wanted, needed to destroy." He stood up and in one swift motion, spun and kicked the cot to the far wall. He was angrily staring at the heap of metal and cloth when the door slid open.
"Are you training without me dad?" Through the yawn, young Trunks sounded halfway saddened by the possibility.
"Do I look like I would forget my promises? I am not as simple minded as that. Since were both up, we might as well train, or are you too tired?" Vegeta grinned mockingly.
"Do I look like a weakling child that can't stay up past his bedtime? You'll probably fall out before me, old man." Trunks' mimicked his father's grin as he stood proudly, hands on his waist.
"Ha! Is that so? Then get dressed and let's go, little boy." Trunks took his fighting armor off the hook and began to change out of his pajamas.
Vegeta and has grown closer to his son ever since fighting Buu. The past two years have been filled with training as usual, but instead of having to try and keep up with his father, Trunks was actually trained by him. Vegeta would never begin training until his son came. Part of this was due to wanting Trunks to never be surpassed by the clown's youngest son, Goten. Royal blood would prevail in the end. Vegeta looked at his son with pride as he saw how strong he had grown. Though they looked the same, Trunks was a lot different than his future counterpart.
"I'm ready, lets put it on 600, if you can handle it. Dad?" Trunks' voice did not immediately register to Prince, who was lost in thought.
"Huh? Well you took long enough. I doubt you can even stand in 600g, so don't start crying when you can take it."
"Aren't you going to get dress?" Trunks asked his father, who was still standing in his boxers.
"With you my opponent? Ha! You wouldn't have a chance if I put my armor on." Vegeta scoffed as he turned his back to his son. Vegeta went to the center of the room and activated the gravity increase. He felt the tug of his increased weight, but knew how to handle it after years of training. He would soon up it to 700, he thought, 600 is almost too easy. He turned around and grinned at Trunks, who could feel the effects of 600g but would not let his father know that.
"Awww, does Trunks have to go super just to stand up?" Vegeta laughed. Before the Prince was finished mocking his son, a small foot met his jaw and sent him reeling in the air back a few yards before he stopped himself.
"Shut up and fight." Trunks snarled as he launches him again and used a two handed, open-palmed gut strike, this time sending his father further back before Vegeta finally halted and assumed a fighting stance. Had this been the old gravity room, he would have been through the wall already. Bulma, tired of having to constantly make repairs, increased the size of the room and upgraded the wall armor. Now the gravity room has the diameter of a (American) football field, thirty stories tall, with armor based off of Vegeta's new Saiyajin armor, which he had Bulma upgrade to withstand his higher power level.
"Disrespecting you father, huh? For that you shall pay dearly." His face turned into a menacing smile as he powered up.
"Bring it on!" Trunks flew at him with blinding speed, aiming a punch for his father's face. Vegeta continued to smile as his son was coming straight at him. Just as the punch was making contact with his after-image, Vegeta appeared besides Trunks and launched an uppercut to his chest from under the outstretched arm. The purple haired boy rolled away from the mighty punch and put an elbow in Vegeta's back as he rose from evaded attack. The prince grunted as the blow sent him away from Trunks, who was already following up with a kick aimed for the spot his elbow just left. He was too slow; Vegeta already regained control of his momentum and flipped over the kick, and counterattacked with a reverse spin kick. His son flew to his left as the Saiyajin stood waiting for him to recover. Trunks righted himself as he braced for the attack he knew was coming. It never came. The half Saiyajin turned to see his father smiling evilly at him, motioning for him to attack. Angered by the insult, Trunks charged up and rocketed toward the prince. As he closed in on his father, trunks turned his body to land spin kick in the face. Grinning, Vegeta dodged the kick and fire a ki blast directly into Trunks' face, blinding. As Trunks instinctively covered his face from the blast, the Saiyajin Prince punched him in the stomach with a full and powerful swing. Trunks moaned as he doubled over into ball. Vegeta was about to kick the half Saiyajin ball when Trunks charged his ki into an energy shield and rolled through the air away from his father. The Saiyajin was momentarily confused by the strange tactic. Just as he was about to chase after his son, the balled up boy charged up even further and blasted off towards him. As Trunk closed in on Vegeta, he expanded his shield and turned into a ki blast with in the center, rolling towards his father. Not knowing how to counter the strange attack, the baffled prince dodged it and put some distance between him and his son. When he saw Trunks turning around and homing in on him, Vegeta released two of his own ki blast. Normally powerful enough to cancel out a ki attack stronger than what the purple haired ball was using, the prince's attacks were deflect away due to the spinning boy inside of the blast. The ball closed in on the Saiyajin for a second time, and again he avoided contact. As Vegeta evaded Trunks, he began to charge a stronger ki attack. But too fast for him to anticipate, the half Saiyajin rotated inside the ball and exploded out to his full size, sending the ki blast back the way he came, right at his father. The prince fired his blast, but before it made contact with incoming attack, Trunks' ki attack burst into four separate energy balls. Blindingly fast, they reconvened with Vegeta in middle, sending his back into a kick that sent him flying towards the ceiling of the gravity room.
As he felt his son's closed fist connect with his chest, Vegeta reconsidered his decision to forgo armor.
"You don't understand Gohan," Bulma grabbed Gohan in an overly dramatic fashion, obviously worried. "He's changed since the Buu fight. He always says if he's leaving, rudely, but he still says something."
"Well you know what they say; can't teach an old, super powered egomaniac new tricks." Krillin was chuckling when his comment was met with Bulma's fist into the back of his head.
"Bulma's right, Vegeta has changed, Trunks is always talking of the things they do together. Although most of it is dealing with become stronger warriors." Gohan let out an exasperated sight at the thought of Vegeta's pride. "He has even started growing a beard this past few weeks, which is odd. And his grudge with my dad is long forgotten. He's almost like Piccolo now."
"Don't compare me to that asshole." Piccolo said from the corner of the room, obviously annoyed.
"Sorry Piccolo it's just I understand why Bulma's upset. He's really changed. Vegeta has become a good father and true ally to us all. If he's missing something might be happening."
"Wait a sec; I thought you put tracking devices in all his stuff, Bulma?" Krillin grinned mischievously at the accused.
"That's why I'm worried you idiot!" Bulma roared as she momentarily towered over the retired monk. "There is no signal at all." She paled with worry as she sat down at her worktable. "It's like he disappeared."
"Maybe he went in space." The garbled words came from Goku, who was sitting at a table across the room stuffing his face with rice noodles and chicken.
"I made the homing distance almost infinite, and he wouldn't have been out of range for hundred years, if he could go twice the speed of light." Even through the sadness, her pride in the device was evident. " I also put the program into the dragonball radar so I could go after him, and Trunks too." Gohan nodded. The young boy was becoming more aloof like his father. Goten was his only friend and that was because he was the only boy nearest Trunks' age and power, and Goten would always following him on his escapades.
"That's it!" Krillin shouted. Everyone looked at him expecting another tasteless joke. "We could use the dragonballs and find out where Vegeta is." Everyone was stunned. Not at the idea, but who had the idea.
"That's probably the first useful thing I've heard you say." Piccolo's remark caused the feasting Goku to laugh, which made him almost choke and drop the turkey leg he was gouging himself on. The room laughed at the Saiyajin's whining over the dropped food.
"Hey you guys, has anyone seen the radar?" Bulma's query silenced the room as she frantically searched to find the radar.
"Don't worry about it, Dende and I decided to find the dragonballs and keep them at Lookout in case we ever needed them again." His smirk went unnoticed due to Bulma desperately searching for the radar.
"Still, I had it right here." She said. "Where could it be?"
"We can look for it when get back, Bulma." Gohan turned to Goku, who was still stuffing his face. "Hey dad, you think you teleport us there?
Goku pitifully looked up with a surprised expression and a noodle on his face. "Aw man, can't I just catch up with you guys, I'm not finished eating." His plea caused the entire room to sigh.
"Let him eat Gohan, you know how you all are with food." Piccolo said, referring to the legendary Saiyajin appetite. "Let's go." He started walking to the door, every one filing out behind him. Everyone except Goku, too busy eating to see them off.
"Wait! Come on Trunks, slow down!" Goten shouted ahead of the vapor trails that belonged to Trunks. They sped over the land blanketed by the lush canopy of the forest, rushing to some unknown location.
"You asked to come along, you have to keep up with me." Trunks yelled back to Goten, struggling to stay within yelling distance to Trunks. "Go super if you have to, just hurry up!"
"Ok!" Was all that Goten said before his hair turned golden and he caught up with Trunks. "How much further do we have to go?" He tried to see over Trunks shoulder.
The young prince looked at the dragonball radar and then looked ahead. "Not far, but somebody already has all seven, so we gotta hurry up." With that he powered up and sped ahead of the youngest Super Saiyajin.
"Hey! How can go that fast without going super?" Goten was jealous. He sped forward and caught up with the purple haired prince.
"I've been training in 700g's." He grinned like a kid who was the first to get a new toy that his friends wanted. With him and Goten, that was always the case.
"No way!" Goten was now both shocked and even more jealous than before. You can't go in 700, Vegeta doesn't even go in 700."
"My dad can do whatever he wants, he's a prince!" Trunks snapped at his friend. More civilly, but very proudly he added, "We have been training in 700 for a few weeks now. Nice, huh?"
"I wanna go with you next time." Goten demand.
"You can barely do 500."
"Yes I-"
"Look out!" Trunk interrupted as they reached a very familiar structure. They hovered in front of a large ivory tower, which rose up into the clouds.
"Hey look Trunks, it's Lookout." Goten said happily.
"Duh Goten, I just said that." Trunks sighed. "I wonder what the dragonballs are up there for. Let's go before they take the wishes." The purple haired boy shot up towards the top of the tower, follow by the golden hair boy shouting for him to wait up.
"You never told why you wanted the dragonballs for Trunks. Hey Trunks! Come on, wait up!"
Trunks flashed into Super Saiyajin and started closing in on Lookout, leaving Goten behind. With determined green eyes, he said, "I coming, dad."
-End Chapter One-
As Piccolo, Gohan, Krillin and Bulma head for Lookout to get the dragonballs, Trunks and Goten are already there for the same thing. Why does Trunks want to wish? Will the other get there before he does? And everyone has Vegeta on their minds. Find the answers and more in chapter two: Lost Friends
Dragonball Z and all related stuff is property of Akira and friends.
A proud man never forgets his defeats, much less those who defeat him..
Chapter One: A Dream, A Search
Vegeta woke up in cold sweat. For the third time this week, he has had the same nightmare. He always sees himself as a boy in Saiyajin royal clothes, struggling to walk while another boy dressed in rags, runs around with an idiotic smile on his face. He knows the boy is Kakorot, always first at achieving the glory that was a prince's birthright. The dream shows him dying, trying save those he cared for, only to have his sacrifice thrown to the wayside by cheers for the clown who once again saved the world. Just before he wakes up, he is standing above thousands of Saiyajin shouting cheers of a different kind. " All hail the savior, Prince Vegeta!!"
"If only I helped my father stop Freiza," Vegeta said as he sat in the cot he put up in the gravity room, "then Kakorot would never have been so powerful, and I would have been my people's savoir. I shall have my revenge on you Kakorot. For achieving everything that should have been mine. Damn you for killing the monster I wanted, needed to destroy." He stood up and in one swift motion, spun and kicked the cot to the far wall. He was angrily staring at the heap of metal and cloth when the door slid open.
"Are you training without me dad?" Through the yawn, young Trunks sounded halfway saddened by the possibility.
"Do I look like I would forget my promises? I am not as simple minded as that. Since were both up, we might as well train, or are you too tired?" Vegeta grinned mockingly.
"Do I look like a weakling child that can't stay up past his bedtime? You'll probably fall out before me, old man." Trunks' mimicked his father's grin as he stood proudly, hands on his waist.
"Ha! Is that so? Then get dressed and let's go, little boy." Trunks took his fighting armor off the hook and began to change out of his pajamas.
Vegeta and has grown closer to his son ever since fighting Buu. The past two years have been filled with training as usual, but instead of having to try and keep up with his father, Trunks was actually trained by him. Vegeta would never begin training until his son came. Part of this was due to wanting Trunks to never be surpassed by the clown's youngest son, Goten. Royal blood would prevail in the end. Vegeta looked at his son with pride as he saw how strong he had grown. Though they looked the same, Trunks was a lot different than his future counterpart.
"I'm ready, lets put it on 600, if you can handle it. Dad?" Trunks' voice did not immediately register to Prince, who was lost in thought.
"Huh? Well you took long enough. I doubt you can even stand in 600g, so don't start crying when you can take it."
"Aren't you going to get dress?" Trunks asked his father, who was still standing in his boxers.
"With you my opponent? Ha! You wouldn't have a chance if I put my armor on." Vegeta scoffed as he turned his back to his son. Vegeta went to the center of the room and activated the gravity increase. He felt the tug of his increased weight, but knew how to handle it after years of training. He would soon up it to 700, he thought, 600 is almost too easy. He turned around and grinned at Trunks, who could feel the effects of 600g but would not let his father know that.
"Awww, does Trunks have to go super just to stand up?" Vegeta laughed. Before the Prince was finished mocking his son, a small foot met his jaw and sent him reeling in the air back a few yards before he stopped himself.
"Shut up and fight." Trunks snarled as he launches him again and used a two handed, open-palmed gut strike, this time sending his father further back before Vegeta finally halted and assumed a fighting stance. Had this been the old gravity room, he would have been through the wall already. Bulma, tired of having to constantly make repairs, increased the size of the room and upgraded the wall armor. Now the gravity room has the diameter of a (American) football field, thirty stories tall, with armor based off of Vegeta's new Saiyajin armor, which he had Bulma upgrade to withstand his higher power level.
"Disrespecting you father, huh? For that you shall pay dearly." His face turned into a menacing smile as he powered up.
"Bring it on!" Trunks flew at him with blinding speed, aiming a punch for his father's face. Vegeta continued to smile as his son was coming straight at him. Just as the punch was making contact with his after-image, Vegeta appeared besides Trunks and launched an uppercut to his chest from under the outstretched arm. The purple haired boy rolled away from the mighty punch and put an elbow in Vegeta's back as he rose from evaded attack. The prince grunted as the blow sent him away from Trunks, who was already following up with a kick aimed for the spot his elbow just left. He was too slow; Vegeta already regained control of his momentum and flipped over the kick, and counterattacked with a reverse spin kick. His son flew to his left as the Saiyajin stood waiting for him to recover. Trunks righted himself as he braced for the attack he knew was coming. It never came. The half Saiyajin turned to see his father smiling evilly at him, motioning for him to attack. Angered by the insult, Trunks charged up and rocketed toward the prince. As he closed in on his father, trunks turned his body to land spin kick in the face. Grinning, Vegeta dodged the kick and fire a ki blast directly into Trunks' face, blinding. As Trunks instinctively covered his face from the blast, the Saiyajin Prince punched him in the stomach with a full and powerful swing. Trunks moaned as he doubled over into ball. Vegeta was about to kick the half Saiyajin ball when Trunks charged his ki into an energy shield and rolled through the air away from his father. The Saiyajin was momentarily confused by the strange tactic. Just as he was about to chase after his son, the balled up boy charged up even further and blasted off towards him. As Trunk closed in on Vegeta, he expanded his shield and turned into a ki blast with in the center, rolling towards his father. Not knowing how to counter the strange attack, the baffled prince dodged it and put some distance between him and his son. When he saw Trunks turning around and homing in on him, Vegeta released two of his own ki blast. Normally powerful enough to cancel out a ki attack stronger than what the purple haired ball was using, the prince's attacks were deflect away due to the spinning boy inside of the blast. The ball closed in on the Saiyajin for a second time, and again he avoided contact. As Vegeta evaded Trunks, he began to charge a stronger ki attack. But too fast for him to anticipate, the half Saiyajin rotated inside the ball and exploded out to his full size, sending the ki blast back the way he came, right at his father. The prince fired his blast, but before it made contact with incoming attack, Trunks' ki attack burst into four separate energy balls. Blindingly fast, they reconvened with Vegeta in middle, sending his back into a kick that sent him flying towards the ceiling of the gravity room.
As he felt his son's closed fist connect with his chest, Vegeta reconsidered his decision to forgo armor.
"You don't understand Gohan," Bulma grabbed Gohan in an overly dramatic fashion, obviously worried. "He's changed since the Buu fight. He always says if he's leaving, rudely, but he still says something."
"Well you know what they say; can't teach an old, super powered egomaniac new tricks." Krillin was chuckling when his comment was met with Bulma's fist into the back of his head.
"Bulma's right, Vegeta has changed, Trunks is always talking of the things they do together. Although most of it is dealing with become stronger warriors." Gohan let out an exasperated sight at the thought of Vegeta's pride. "He has even started growing a beard this past few weeks, which is odd. And his grudge with my dad is long forgotten. He's almost like Piccolo now."
"Don't compare me to that asshole." Piccolo said from the corner of the room, obviously annoyed.
"Sorry Piccolo it's just I understand why Bulma's upset. He's really changed. Vegeta has become a good father and true ally to us all. If he's missing something might be happening."
"Wait a sec; I thought you put tracking devices in all his stuff, Bulma?" Krillin grinned mischievously at the accused.
"That's why I'm worried you idiot!" Bulma roared as she momentarily towered over the retired monk. "There is no signal at all." She paled with worry as she sat down at her worktable. "It's like he disappeared."
"Maybe he went in space." The garbled words came from Goku, who was sitting at a table across the room stuffing his face with rice noodles and chicken.
"I made the homing distance almost infinite, and he wouldn't have been out of range for hundred years, if he could go twice the speed of light." Even through the sadness, her pride in the device was evident. " I also put the program into the dragonball radar so I could go after him, and Trunks too." Gohan nodded. The young boy was becoming more aloof like his father. Goten was his only friend and that was because he was the only boy nearest Trunks' age and power, and Goten would always following him on his escapades.
"That's it!" Krillin shouted. Everyone looked at him expecting another tasteless joke. "We could use the dragonballs and find out where Vegeta is." Everyone was stunned. Not at the idea, but who had the idea.
"That's probably the first useful thing I've heard you say." Piccolo's remark caused the feasting Goku to laugh, which made him almost choke and drop the turkey leg he was gouging himself on. The room laughed at the Saiyajin's whining over the dropped food.
"Hey you guys, has anyone seen the radar?" Bulma's query silenced the room as she frantically searched to find the radar.
"Don't worry about it, Dende and I decided to find the dragonballs and keep them at Lookout in case we ever needed them again." His smirk went unnoticed due to Bulma desperately searching for the radar.
"Still, I had it right here." She said. "Where could it be?"
"We can look for it when get back, Bulma." Gohan turned to Goku, who was still stuffing his face. "Hey dad, you think you teleport us there?
Goku pitifully looked up with a surprised expression and a noodle on his face. "Aw man, can't I just catch up with you guys, I'm not finished eating." His plea caused the entire room to sigh.
"Let him eat Gohan, you know how you all are with food." Piccolo said, referring to the legendary Saiyajin appetite. "Let's go." He started walking to the door, every one filing out behind him. Everyone except Goku, too busy eating to see them off.
"Wait! Come on Trunks, slow down!" Goten shouted ahead of the vapor trails that belonged to Trunks. They sped over the land blanketed by the lush canopy of the forest, rushing to some unknown location.
"You asked to come along, you have to keep up with me." Trunks yelled back to Goten, struggling to stay within yelling distance to Trunks. "Go super if you have to, just hurry up!"
"Ok!" Was all that Goten said before his hair turned golden and he caught up with Trunks. "How much further do we have to go?" He tried to see over Trunks shoulder.
The young prince looked at the dragonball radar and then looked ahead. "Not far, but somebody already has all seven, so we gotta hurry up." With that he powered up and sped ahead of the youngest Super Saiyajin.
"Hey! How can go that fast without going super?" Goten was jealous. He sped forward and caught up with the purple haired prince.
"I've been training in 700g's." He grinned like a kid who was the first to get a new toy that his friends wanted. With him and Goten, that was always the case.
"No way!" Goten was now both shocked and even more jealous than before. You can't go in 700, Vegeta doesn't even go in 700."
"My dad can do whatever he wants, he's a prince!" Trunks snapped at his friend. More civilly, but very proudly he added, "We have been training in 700 for a few weeks now. Nice, huh?"
"I wanna go with you next time." Goten demand.
"You can barely do 500."
"Yes I-"
"Look out!" Trunk interrupted as they reached a very familiar structure. They hovered in front of a large ivory tower, which rose up into the clouds.
"Hey look Trunks, it's Lookout." Goten said happily.
"Duh Goten, I just said that." Trunks sighed. "I wonder what the dragonballs are up there for. Let's go before they take the wishes." The purple haired boy shot up towards the top of the tower, follow by the golden hair boy shouting for him to wait up.
"You never told why you wanted the dragonballs for Trunks. Hey Trunks! Come on, wait up!"
Trunks flashed into Super Saiyajin and started closing in on Lookout, leaving Goten behind. With determined green eyes, he said, "I coming, dad."
-End Chapter One-
As Piccolo, Gohan, Krillin and Bulma head for Lookout to get the dragonballs, Trunks and Goten are already there for the same thing. Why does Trunks want to wish? Will the other get there before he does? And everyone has Vegeta on their minds. Find the answers and more in chapter two: Lost Friends