Since he had not received the happy ending he had wanted seven years ago nor the last laugh desired four years ago: he figured more bad luck was to come. It was only natural at this point for him to believe that as his life had taken a dive since the first time he visited Earth. His greatest enemy became his savior and the son of his savior became his superior. And it was his savior who he once dreamed to execute died on his own choice. Once his savior passed the torch to his superior, he gave up. It was a never-ending cycle of shortcomings.
Sporadically a window opened before him—although this was rare it was surely welcome. His will returned to him the day his superior needed assistance. Now you may wonder who this man's superior and savior are. They are none other than the two saiyans Goku and Gohan. Goku being the savior and the latter the superior. And this poor fellow's name is Vegeta the Prince of All Saiyans.
The Prince being nothing more than a liability to a thirteen-year-old boy sat on the roof of his home. Capsule Corporation. It was his regular hide-out when he first came to Earth. He used it to get away from everyone and think. But this time he was not alone. He was with his son, Trunks. And as he sat there even the Prince could not have foreseen what was to come.
Those who knew the Prince knew he liked silence. If you were lucky enough to be in a position he could not kill you, "could not" being used loosely, you could push his buttons and escape with minor injuries. Trunks took advantage of that gift.
So as Vegeta sat motionless with his eyes closed he was pelted with questions like hail. "Hey dad what was it like in space? Was it fun? Ooh! Was it boring? Did you have a tail? Mom said you had a tail! Are you a Super Saiyan? Can you beat up Gohan? Goten says you can't!" The four year old quizzed Vegeta.
Don't kill him. Don't kill him. Don't kill him. Don't kill him. Don't kill him. Don't kill him. Don't kill him. Don't kill him. Don't kill him. Don't kill him. Don't kill him. Don't kill him, Vegeta persuaded himself.
Trunks raised an eyebrow at Vegeta's silence. He jumped on his shoulders and peeked over right in Vegeta's face, "Helloooooo? Dad?"
That's it, I have to kill him.
"Come on dad!" Trunks insisted.
Vegeta caved, "You know the answer to all those questions, son." He flatly stated without even opening his eyes.
Trunks glared at his father and jumped off of his shoulders followed by performing a flip and landing in front of his dad.
"Not true!" Trunks accused.
Vegeta lifted an eyelid, "Yes. It is." Vegeta retorted. As much as he enjoyed having a son his stoic figure begged to differ.
Trunks pointed at him, "You never answered the last one." Trunks persisted.
Vegeta sighed as this was his least favorite of all of Trunks' constant questions. If Vegeta was ever questioned about his strength to anyone stronger than him he felt as if you just spat in his face.
"Technically I am stronger than him due to his power coming out only during times of extreme pressure or anger," Vegeta said. "While I can use my power to the fullest extent at any time." Vegeta explained.
"Wow dad, you're so cool!" Trunks shouted spreading his arms out as wide as they can stretch. "But what do you mean he can only get strong when he's mad?"
Vegeta could tell he wouldn't have any peace until his son garnered the answer he requested. "Let me tell you a story."
Much to Vegeta's discomfort Trunks jumped onto Vegeta's lap. "Four years ago an android named Cell came here. I had the power to defeat him but I made the foolish decision to let him become complete. His power was tremendous and I couldn't stop him. He was stronger than all of us."
Vegeta started the story off by skipping much of the androids role in the plot. Well, he admitting he made a foolish mistake is a big enough change in behavior for him.
Trunks' eyes widened, "Whoa. How did you beat him?"
Vegeta scowled, "That's the thing. I didn't beat him. Gohan did it." Vegeta spat out. "He got angry and transformed again. He became the most powerful being in the universe." Vegeta ended. Trunks looked at Vegeta as if there were more to the story. Vegeta arched an eyebrow at his son until he figured out what Trunks was missing. "The end."
Immediately Trunks started clapping, "Great story, dad! Great story!" The little boy beamed. And with that Trunks jumped off Vegeta's lap.
Vegeta watched with interest as Trunks seemed to take a crack at flying. Trunks took a deep breath, shoved his fist in the air, and jumped. He slowly began to fall back down but he tried a little harder and levitated higher.
"Hey I can fly!" Trunks lost his concentration and fell right back down next to Vegeta.
Vegeta began to laugh, "Well an A for effort but you still lack a bit in the focus grade!" Vegeta chuckled at his own joke which flew right over Trunks' head. Or anybody's with a good sense of humor.
After Vegeta finished his laughing fit he stood up. "Hop up." He told his son. Trunks jumped up on his father's shoulders. Vegeta flew the both of them down to the ground where Bulma was waiting.
Bulma smirked, "Good, you got him to come down!" She beamed.
"What?" Vegeta asked.
Trunks hopped off his dad's shoulders, "Yeah dad, we're going on a trip to New Namek." He exclaimed.
"Oho, I highly doubt that." Vegeta looked at Bulma, "Why do you never tell me your plans?" He asked.
"Because I find that hardly necessary. After all you always look so bored here. I think the Namekians will remember you." Bulma explained.
"Unfortunately that memory of me will be filled of me slaughtering their people and taking their Dragonballs." Vegeta muttered. Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Fine! I guess if it's just us I won't be too annoyed."
Bulma laughed, "Tough luck buddy-boy! The whole gang is comin'." She stated.
"Yippee." Vegeta mockingly exclaimed.
"Now let's get packing!" Bulma ordered.
Trunks jumped up, "Oh boy!"
"Oh god…" Vegeta muttered.
…
Once inside the house Bulma went to work packing the necessities for her and trunks while Vegeta was left to do his own packing.
Bulma walked out of her room and saw Vegeta waiting at the door with his things. She walked over to him smiling, "Wow Vegeta, I'm surprised you're done so fast." She looked over, "Um, hon, what's the stool and rope for?"
Vegeta grimaced, "Oh it's quite simple really. I intend to hang myself because this is awful."
"Do you have to make everything difficult?"
Vegeta pretended to think for a moment, "Yes." He simply answered.
Bulma rolled her eyes and walked away. As Vegeta chuckled at the door Trunks walked over to him with a tiny bag next to him. Vegeta raised an eyebrow, "That's it?"
"Mommy is packing all of my other stuff." Trunks answered.
"So what's in the bag?" Vegeta asked.
"Marshmallows and toys," the boy simply replied.
Vegeta nodded, "So the usual?"
"Yup."
…
Vegeta sat in Bulma's plane as they flew up to Dende's Palace. He sighed as he stared out the window as he thought about the times he used to just fly wherever he pleased without having to wait for his family. Oh how I miss those days, he thought.
As they arrived Vegeta realized Bulma was not kidding when she said the "whole gang" was going too.
Oh god! Piccolo, Krillin and his kid, Android 18 , Three-eyes, that chick that changes hair color when she sneezes , that midget-clown-thing, Dende , Yamcha, the old pervert, Gohan ,Goten , the fat fool who cut my tail, some floating cat, a fat pig, and…oh no…Kakarrot's wife!
Vegeta hopped out of the plane with his suitcase.
"Oh god, he's coming too?" Chi-chi exclaimed.
Vegeta growled, "That's exactly what I was thinking when I saw you!" He snapped.
Chi-chi and Vegeta approached each-other—electricity locking their eyes. "Yeah well I never killed your spouse!"
"That's because I'm not married you idiot! And Cell killed your idiot husband!" Vegeta shouted.
"No! You could've beaten him but you let him go." Chi-chi retorted.
Gohan acted as a barrier between the two, "Uh, mom I did the same thing." He admitted.
"That's because you're a true Saiyan, boy!" Vegeta said to Gohan. He looked at Chi-chi, "Argument over."
He walked away with his head held high—proud of what he believes he accomplished. This was basically his ego acting up again.
"So Bulma, do you have the capsule with you?" Tien asked. He still had the permanent serious expression stuck on his face.
"Duh, I wouldn't forget that." She responded. She pulled the capsule out of her suitcase and threw it onto the ground.
BLAM!
The capsule exploded unveiling a huge ship big enough for everyone. The smoke cleared showing the Capsule Corp. logo. Everyone, except for Vegeta, stared at the ship wide-eyed.
"B-Bulma, it's huge!" Tien stammered.
"Yeah but there's a lot of us," she simply replied.
She pulled some sort of odd looking remote out and pressed a button. The ship roared and smoke poured out of the bottom. Trunks grabbed Vegeta's leg, "I'm scared," he whined.
Without looking down at him Vegeta said, "Hop up," and Trunks jumped on his shoulders.
"Well, let's get going!" Bulma said.
…
The ship had everything. A kitchen, flat-screen TVs, a dozen rooms full of entertaining gadgets, but Vegeta could not see any bedrooms. He figured it was nothing and kept walking around with his son on his shoulders. He finally found Bulma talking to 18 and Krillin.
"As I much as I hate to interrupt," Vegeta smirked. "Where are all the bedrooms?" He questioned.
Bulma smiled, "Follow me," she winked.
She led Vegeta down a hall that guided them to two rooms facing each other. The one on the left read "Boys" and the other read "Girls." At first Vegeta did not understand what the point of this was but then it struck him.
"Those better be bathrooms," Vegeta gasped.
"Nope! Isn't it great, Vegeta? A little time for you and the guys to bond a bit." She said with a tooth filled grin.
Vegeta sighed, "There are about a thousand reasons why this is a monumentally stupid idea." Vegeta retorted.
"Name one!" Bulma demanded.
"I killed about one hundred of Piccolo's people."
"Okay, name a few others." She persisted.
"I got the Saibamen to kill Yamcha, I laughed as Tien's friend killed himself to save him, I watched Nappa kill Tien, I rival the old guy's favorite student, Kakarrot, and I let that monster kill Gohan's father." Vegeta answered
"Gosh, Vegeta…you're a jerk." Bulma breathed.
"Wow, dad, you're so cool!" Trunks exclaimed.
Bulma stared at Trunks wide-eyed and jaw dropped as Vegeta just smirked, "And that's why he's my son." He pointed at himself.
…
Vegeta walked into the cabin and saw a row of bunk-beds. He growled, "Bulma we're not twelve!" He shouted.
Bulma just laughed as she turned and walked away.
Trunks jumped off of Vegeta's shoulders. He looked at all the beds one by one. "What are you doing, kid?" Vegeta asked.
"Looking for my bed," he answered. "They have names on them." He pointed to the headboard of one of them and so they did.
Vegeta grunted and looked for his. He found his in the furthest corner of the room. He looked at the bunk on top of his to see who got the top bunk. The sign read, "Gohan."
Curse it, Vegeta thought.
Just then everyone started pouring into the room. All with smiles on their faces—laughing with their friends as they looked for their bunk.
"Oh cool, Yamcha! We bunk together!" Krillin shouted. He high-fived his friend and they laughed again.
"Hey, Chiaotzu, it looks like we're bunking together." Tien happily stated.
"Master Roshi we have a bunk!" The pig, Oolong exclaimed.
And so it went on. Piccolo with Dende, Goten with Trunks, and the fat fool alone tucked in a corner.
Gohan walked around confused, looking for his bunk. He was almost sure he would have a bunk with Piccolo.
"Gohan!" Vegeta called. "Over here." He said.
Gohan walked over slowly and looked up at his bunk. He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, "Haha, who would have guessed this, Vegeta? Haha!"
Vegeta raised his hand.
"Really?"
"I think Bulma did this on purpose," Vegeta answered.
Just then Bulma walked in the room.
Speak of the devil.
"Okay, guys it's gonna be a long trip so I suggest you get some sleep!" She said. "We take off in five minutes.
Oh boy…
Author's Note: Any good? Yeah it's the sequel to She Started It. Less Bulma in this one though.