Disclaimer: This fanfiction has been written for non profit purposes. I do not own any of the characters contained within this story, all characters and locations are owned by Universal Studios and Illumination Entertainment.

Prologue

Boy's Will Be Boys

"Oh poop…"

A grey barren expanse lay at the feet of a man who stood in the middle of nowhere, alone and isolated. The horizon curved ahead of him into nothingness. The only thing he could see other than grey sand and rocks was a blue orb in the distance.

He wore an orange jumpsuit and a strange bubble of plastic surrounded his head. The sky was pitch black, yet it was bright enough to be daytime. He slumped onto the floor and leant his back against a boulder, and the plastic bubble around his head flapped around quietly, before settling completely still.

"Wonder if I will get any reception up here." The man joked, despite his predicament. His mobile phone showed no signal, but he pressed the call button anyway. The phone was a technological marvel by current civilian standards, but no mere Average Joe could own one. The device was of his own design, and created and built with more money than you or I could ever dream of. He didn't put it to his ear though, what would be the point, where he was? He wouldn't hear anything from the ear speaker. He smiled at himself for remembering his hands free kit that day.

The phone began to ring out, and he waited patiently for an answer. There was a click, and a heavy breathing sounded with distorted crackling on the other end.

"Yes?" the man on the other line asked. He sounded annoyed.

"Hey… dad." The man in the orange jumpsuit hesitated. "I-"

"Have you seen the TV lately?" the heavy rasped voice cut him off.

"No…" the man in the orange jumpsuit said dimly. "Not where I'm at, anyway."

"I see." There was a pause on the other line. "Gru defeated you."

The man in the orange jumpsuit slumped further still with a silent groan, until he was practically lying down on the ground. Only his head touched the rock now, and it made his neck ache.

"Yeah… he did. I'm sorry." The man in the jumpsuit sighed. His voice was nasally and high pitched, and coupled with the weary dread that began to rise in his stomach, he sounded like the man with the worst luck ever.

"Sorry?" the deep voice mocked from the other end. He scoffed. "Well, we will see how sorry you are when you get home."

"Yeah…" he replied dismally. "We will."

"I've sent up a rocket to collect you." It won't take long, thank yourself lucky I have enough money in the bank to build those high speed engines you designed."

The man in the orange jumpsuit placed his finger over the end call button, and was about to press before his father on the other line began to speak again, which stopped him.

"One thing, Victor," The wheezing and deep voiced man said coolly, "when you get back, I hope you have a good explanation and a good plan to get yourself back on top."

The conversation ended with a harsh click and a monotonous dial tone. Victor looked at his watch, which was a beautiful piece of design. It was crystal white and a large orange V covered the clock face, and each arm ended with the same shaped V as the clock face wore. Although it was made out of what looked like plastic, no mould lines or gaps interrupted its beautifully crisp surface. Even the wrist strap was made out of the same material, and looked as though it was part of the watch as a whole.

The time was about 5.30pm.

"Heh… wonder what time it would be on the moon." Victor chuckled to himself. "Still… at least I can have some peace before dad starts his tirade."

In the distance, Victor spotted an orange dot coming from the blue orb in the sky he called home. It grew larger, and he began to feel the ground vibrate as it drew closer. It was the rocket his father mentioned.

"That was fast." Victor mumbled to himself.

Eventually the craft creating the fiery orange orb came into view. It was a similar work of art as his watch. It was a perfectly flat object, and it looked like a commercial airliner, except it was gull winged, the angles of the gull wing matched the shape of the V on his watch. The beauty of it completely dominated the ship, and you'd be fooled into thinking designed with form over function in mind.

Victor sighed and walked towards the crater it had landed in, off in the distance. He guessed it was about a 10 minute walk from him. How typical of his father, forcing him to walk in bitter defeat to the craft that would save his life for letting him down. His father was always quick to rub in defeat, but rarely offered his praise. That thought rised a bitter anger within Victor's breast.

"I'll get you for this, Gru." he hissed through "I am Vector! I may have been beaten. But I'll be something you could never hope to match."

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This is the first chapter of a second DM fanfic, I wanted to do this from Vector's perspective after the moon heist. I quite like Vector, he might be evil like Gru, but he's also very misunderstood.

I hope you enjoy the coming chapters!