This story begins after DragonballGT, and that means Goku isn't here (yet, have patience :) )

It starts after Bulma's death, about 60 years after GT.

Prologue is not that good, but keep reading it will get batter. In chap 5 I will tend toward fantasy style, and the other chars will appear.

disclaimer; what would happen if I would say; Yeah, Dragonball is mine (mwuhahaha) ? Ehr, I don't take that risk. It isn't mine, I don't own it, blabla.

Prologue;

Since many years Vegeta had lived alone, in a little house he had made himself, in a forest. He hadn't have contact with people for many years. It had been so many years ago since Bulma had died. He still missed her. Many times he was thinking about the last conversation they had....

Bulma was old at that time, and her body started to fail. Vegeta couldn't accept it. He was still in full health, He didn't even look old.

She smiled at him when he held her, while she was laying in bed. It was a faint smile. "Vegeta, I think my time will come soon. Will you look after Trunks and Bra?" "Don't say such a things, Bulma. You're not going to die. Please, don't." "Can I see a tear there? Don't cry, you don't need to. You can not stop the process Vegeta, even with your strength. I'm getting old." Vegeta sighed deep. "You're not old." "Of course I am.... Saiyans can get older, huh?" Vegeta nodded. "You never told me, but I can see that. You don't look old yet. But... how old will you get?" Vegeta remanined silent for a while. "Vegeta?" "About five hundred years." "What? That long?" "Yes, that long." "So, why did you marry a human, while you knew..." "People do strange things when in love" he whispered in her ear. "What are you going to do all that time?" "I don't know."

After her death, a week later, Vegeta build his house deep in the forest. He stayed for a few years in his normal home, capsule corp. but he couldn't bear all the memories there, and moved out.

He kept contact with Trunk by writing letters (thanks Kami he could write, Bulma had always insisted he learned it, so he did) which he sent by pigeon. He rarely showed up, not even to buy things. He lived by what he caught in the forest, he had done it while he served Furiza, so why not now? He only had to buy clothes, that was all.

But not long ago, about a year, Another terrible thing happened.

He didn't get any reply anymore from Trunks. After a month, Vegeta decided to check things out. First, he went to the graveyard, a thing he always first did when he came out the forest, to visit Bulma's grave.

He noticed a new grave had appeared next to hers. To Vegeta's terror he saw it was Trunks' grave! He had died and been buried without he knew about it. Vegeta had hoped Trunks would age like a saiyan did, but appearently, he didn't. He had aged like human did. Vegeta realized everything and everybody he knew was dead or would die soon. He was alone.

When realizing that, Vegeta paniced. Even if he would make new friends, or re-socialize with his family, they would die, and he would stay alive, for a long time. He would have to go through this for many more times. He didn't want to.

Vegeta started to think about someone, or something that didn't age so fast as human did. He didn't come up something. Until...

Many years, about fifty, after his discovery of Trunks' death he wandered over the beach, in deep thought. He woke up from his thoughts when something crawled out the sand, just between his feet. It was turtle, very small, and young. It crawled over the sand, to the sea. A streetdog, running over the beach, noticed it and ran toward it with its maul open. Vegeta blasted it away. He picked up the turtle and wanted to throw it in the sea. He stretched his arm, and stopped. A turtle. Turtles became very old. He chuckled. Yea right. That would make an interesting pet... But on the other side, what else would keep him compagny? He growled in himself. Well, he could at least try. If the turtle was so boring, he could bring it back to the sea. And he supposed it wouldn't be so bad. That fool, Roshi, had one too. He sighed. There we go....

He brought it to his house. The turtle looked around and at Vegeta. Vegeta did even get some lettuce from town to feed the turtle. It devoured the food. After that, it fell asleep in the corner in the room, on the towles Vegeta had put there. Vegeta shook his head to himself. A turtle... He really had to be desperate.

The next morning he woke up because the turtle had crawled on his sheets. He cursed softly and got up. The turtle woke up too and crawled after him. Vegeta stopped and looked behind him. The turtle stopped too and looked up at him. "Oh, you are following me? Stop doing that!" The turtle smiled. Vegeta moaned. This was going to harder than he thought. "Hey listen up ....." Damn, this turtle didn't have a name yet, and he didn't want to call it just plain 'turtle'. And what was its gender? Vegeta lifted it. He couldn't see it. Damn turtles. The turtle made some giggle-like sounds. "Ok, I make a guess. You sound like a girl, I'll just assume you are one. And you are called Miku by now." The turtle giggled again. "Mikki..." "No, Miku!" "Mikki...Mikki!" "Fine! Mikki than!" He put Mikki down, quite hard. Tears appeared in Mikki's eyes. She started to cry. "Oh no! Don't do that!" Mikki didn't stop. Vegeta lifted her and tapped on her shield. She stopped crying and giggled. She climbed on his shoulder. Vegeta growled softly, but didn't push her away, afraid she would start crying again.

five years later....

Vegeta took Mikki outside the forest for the first time of her life. She was still small for a turtle, but she didn't sit on his shoulder now, but on his back, when he flew. Vegeta wanted to visit the budakai again, and wanted to show it to Mikki. He wouldn't fight in it himself, he would just watch it. He had a cloak on and hid his face (except his eyes, otherwise he wouldn't see anything), he didn't want to be recognized.

Mikki was excited. "Oh, this is great, look at them fighting! Wonderfull! Wish I could do that!" "Is THAT so great? I can do better. Much better." "Can you learn me this too? Pleaaaase?" "Are you nuts?" "Pretty please?" Vegeta laughed. "Oh come on. I want to learn that too!" "Stop whining Mikki. You can't learn that." "I can!" "It will be painfull." Mikki hesitated for a moment. "I can handle that." "You're a turtle." "So?" "You're too stubborn." "Vegeta!" "Shhht! I don't want people recognizing me." "How can they? Nobody knows you are alive!" Vegeta growled. Mikki stopped. The match was over. The next one would begin. Vegeta looked up surprised when he saw and heard who it was. Vegeta Jr? He grinned. He grinned again when he heard who was his opponent. Goku Jr. "This can be funny." "Hey, that guy even looks like you!" "Stop talking so loud, or we'll go away!" "COOL!! They can turn gold!!" Vegeta moaned. "Do you ever listen?" "I'm sorry... Hey, look at that guy there, he looks like the other Jr." "Well, what the.. Come with me, to the outway. He's leaving now, I don't want to loose him." "But the other matches!" "NOT NOW!" Vegeta ran away and dragged Mikki with him. Vegeta ran and looked around. Where did he stay? "Vegeta.." Mikki pointed. Vegeta kept running. "Kakkarott! Stop here, right NOW!"

Goku, who was just wanting to go back to the next dimension, turned around. "Vegeta? Is that you?" "Yes, its me, you bonehead!" "Hey, good to see you around! Still in good health, I see. Hey, what's that there?" Mikki climbed on Goku's shoulder. "So you are carrot? Strange name.." "No, not Carrot. Kakkarott. That's how Vegeta calls me. Its my saiyan name. But others normally call me Goku." "kakora...Kakaka...Karka...eh..Goku, are you really as strong as Vegeta told me?" Vegeta blushed. "Mikki!" Goku laughed. "Well, I'm quite strong, yes. So, did Vegeta actually told you that?!" Vegeta mumbled something. "Hey, Kakkarott, how are you all in heaven?" "Ow, fine. Bulma misses you. Trunks and Bra too." "Say them... I miss them too. Especially Bulma." "I'll do that. I go now. Goodbye." He turned to Mikki. "Bye to you too." Mikki waved. Goku teleported away.

"Nice friend you have." Vegeta mumbled something back. "Let's get back home."

Vegeta barely could fall asleep that night. He rolled over again and again. He was thinking about Bulma, Trunks and Bra. How would it be in heaven? He didn't know. He had only been in hell so far.

When he finally was asleep, a had a nightmare.

He was dead. And he was standig right before king Yema's desk now. Yema was looking in his book, reading it very concentrated. "Doesn't look so good. In your first thirty years; millions, maybe even billions of deaths, caused by you. Destroyed several planets...Doesn't look good, huh? Well, you helped earth...It's damned difficult. Now, let me count. By helping earth, you have saved...let's say about a few billions lives. By destroying all those others..(mumblemumble), hm, lets substract... Let me see.... This defenitly doesn't look good. Guys, take him to hell." "Wait! Why? I know I was evil before, but I became good...so why.." "There are other souls I have to think about. And since you have killed much more and caused more dispair than you have saved.... And besides that, For quite a time, you didn't save for doing good, but to kill another. The motivation also counts. You'll have to go to hell." Vegeta screamed while two servants dragged him to hell. He would be seperated from everything he knew and loved for all eternety.

Vegeta woke up, panting and sweated. Mikki had thrown some water in his face. "Geez Vegeta, that must have been some nightmare. You lied there screaming, and almost crying!" It took a few seconds before Vegeta realized he lied in his own bed, and wasn't in hell. He had never been so relieved. "Are you ok now?" "Yes...I am." "Good! I'll get you some new sheets, yours are wet now. Sorry about the water, it was the only way to wake you up." "Never mind that. I'll do it myself. You go back to sleep." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Ok."

Vegeta was thinking about the dream. Would it be some kind of warning. He grinned. What a cliche, he wasn't Scrooge! Stil... He didn't want to take a risk. What if this was true? He had caused a lot of deaths and despair when he was younger... But how the hell could he make up for that? With good deeds...? He sighed. This was ridiculous. He laid back in his bed. It was still cold and wet, but he didn't mind.

He woke up again, in the early morning, after a few hours of sleep. His mind was still occupied by the dream. He couldn't just shrug it off. He couldn't deny it, he was looking forward to the moment he would see Bulma, Trunks and Bra again. What if could never reach them...

But this planet wouldn't need help. Even if some villain would come to destroy here, there would be others who would take care of him. Maybe somewhere else.. He still tried to shrug it off, but still... Even if it wasn't for the good deeds, he needed some action. He hadn't done anything for real for so many years.

But he would need a space ship. Where the hell would he get that from. From capsule corp.

"Hey Vegeta, what's shaking?" "Ehr..nothing...I need a space ship." Mikki almost choked in her lettuce. "You said what? A space ship?" "...long story." "Tell me." Vegeta nodded. He hadn't told Mikki about his past before earth. Well, she had to learn about it some day..

"I dreamed I went to hell." "YOU?! Never!" "Well, it would be logical.." "Huh? But you are a good guy? Good guys don't go to hell?" "I haven't always been a good guy. Before I came on earth I have killed billions of people." Mikki gasped. "You..did..?" Vegeta nodded. "I am a good guy now... But I'm afraid for the after life." Mikki looked away. She didn't know what to say. "Anyway, I thought good deeds would help me, and even if it wouldn't, I need some action. I'm a saiyan, I have the lust to fight. But not on this planet. That's why I need a space ship." "You're going away? And what about me!" "You can go with me." "Into space? Cool!" "But how do I get a space ship?" "We just take one away?" "Yea right. Another idea please."

Vegeta stared at the building of capsule corp right before him. Mikki was sitting on his back. Vegeta nodded. Getting a ship at midnight. This was the stupiest idea he ever had carried out.

He jumped over the fences. The dogs, dobbermans, ran to him, growling and barking. Vegeta picked them up and threw them over the fences, on the street. Let's see what they got here. He saw a ship standing outside, quite large, and round. He was surprised. It was the graviton. It was still here, after all those years. He smirked. This thing was also a ship. He hoped it still could fly, he knew how to control this thing.

There was a control panel next to the door. The access code. Vegeta still remembered that. He entred it. The door opened. This was too easy. They didn't even change it all those years! He stepped inside. An alarm went off. Vegeta shrugged his shoulders. There had to be something. He looked at the controls. The start button...where was that bitch." "Vegeta, something is running to the ship! It's Jr!" Vegeta pushed some buttons. The ship started. It slowly lifted off the ground. "stop right there, you thieves!" Vegeta (sr) ran to the door to close it. Before he did that, he yelled; "Don't worry, Jr! This thing won't be harmed! I'll take care of it! And keep a good eye on earth!" He closed the door and grinned. The ship went faster and faster. It left the atmosphere.