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Chapter 1: Before we meet again

Bardock clutched the small drive in his hand as he walked down the massive hall. This one piece of information could have changed everything. If he would have taken his time, done his research, and be the scientist that he was all along, then perhaps, perhaps things would have turned out differently.

Bardock walked up to the doors to the throne room and spoke to the soldiers guarding it. "I need to see the King."

One of the guards looked and stuck his nose up at him. "He did not send for you."

Bardock had to resist knocking this guy through the wall. Ever since his son was banished off the planet, Saiyans had been treating him differently and not giving his family the proper respect they deserved. Raditz was constantly getting into fights and he had to continuously put up with trash like this jerk in front of him. Colleen was a different story. No one had changed when it came to her...but then again, Colleen could be quite scary when she needed to be.

Then Bardock brought his attention back to the guard in front of him, whom he decided that he wasn't going to show him any respect to either. "Just do your job and tell him that I am here and I have information for him."

The guard glared at Bardock but did as he was told. A moment later he received his reply and nodded to the other soldier and opened the door.

Bardock walked into the large room that had not changed since it was first built. He was always in awe of the the thrown room. The columns, the large windows, it truly was a magnificent sight. He stopped his admiration when he approached the King and bowed to him.

The King nodded to Bardock. "What information do you have for me?"

Bardock straightened and looked him in the eye. "Bulma had the child and I have his power level readings."

The King rolled his eyes. "I'm already not in a pleasant mood Bardock. I do not wish to know how weak the brat is."

"That's just it...he's not weak." Bardock replied.

The King was taken out of his bored and annoyed state and traded it for a shocked one. He searched Bardock's face, expecting for him to be out of character and to say that he was only joking, but once he saw the seriousness, he knew that he believed that he was telling the truth. "Impossible."

Bardock tossed the drive to him and the King caught it with ease. "See for yourself."

The King took the drive and synced it with his scouter. He scanned through the information and his jaw dropped in disbelief. According to these readings, Bulma's son was not only strong, but his power level was even higher than his and Vegeta's when they were first born. "How is this possible?"

Bardock shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. It could just be Vegeta's DNA or perhaps Bulma's complimented Vegeta's. But the truth of the matter is, is that this boy is going to be an extreme force."

The King couldn't believe it. He never would have thought in all his life that Vegeta and Bulma would produce such a powerful being.

"What are you going to do your Majesty? Will you send for them?" Bardock asked a little hopeful. He didn't want his son to be banished. Especially over something that could have been avoided.

The King looked at the information for a while longer then looked back to Bardock. "No. What's done is done."

Bardock, being upset about the whole thing, didn't even care that he was talking to a King. "We should have checked to make sure that Bulma's DNA would be that compatible with Vegeta's. We all should have known that they weren't going to stay away from each other. We should have-"

"Enough!" The King yelled. "Bulma and Vegeta have still defied the Empire."

Bardock crossed his arms angrily. "And the boy? What has he done?"

"He was born from foolish parents. They are still banished. The whole Empire now knows of the child's existence. If they find out how powerful he is then it might be the leverage Vegeta would need to gain people on his side to start a war and that would not be good for anyone." The King never liked to admit when he was wrong. He had no clue that Bulma would be able to produce a powerful heir. He would have to keep a close eye on this half breed.

"So you won't even let him know his son's power level?" Bardock didn't like the Prince but he knew that it would drive him crazy not knowing how strong his child is.

"No. I can't allow it. By keeping it from him, he will expect him to be strong but he will not know how much and probably would never expect him to be that strong. Even though most of the people are loyal to me, there are still a few that would oppose me for Vegeta's sake and I do not want their numbers to grow. It will take time for things to get back to normal so in the mean time I do not want to cause anything to make rumors of a civil war to expand."

Bardock bowed to him, ready to leave out. He wanted his son to return. He was hoping that this information would change some things. But it seems that it just made it worse.

"Bardock, keep me posted on his development. And this information stays between us. Tell your son on Earth to keep his mouth shut about the boy's power level. I don't want anyone knowing how powerful he is, especially when we don't know what the power level will be on the next one."

Bardock inclined his head and walked out of the room. Leaving the King to his thoughts. 'If he is strong like his father and brilliant like his mother, he would most definitely be a force to reckon with. But, Vegeta has not yet had his other child. We shall see who comes out on top.'

1 Month later

Vegeta was starring out into his balcony, which was something that he did quite often. He found it calming to look into the sky and wonder about how things could have turned out and possibly what the future would bring.

"Vegeta."

Vegeta sneered with disgust. He turned his head enough to glare at his un-welcomed mate. "I did not send for you Chaya. You have no right to come into my private quarters."

Chaya, who would be having his child very soon stood proudly against his glare. "You have not been with me or even near me since I told you I was with child. You are embarrassing me in front of the whole Kingdom." She said annoyed.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Don't act like I have hurt your feelings. You wanted power and now you have it."

Chaya wanted to scream at him, but calmed herself. She was so angry and frustrated with her mate that she began tightfitting her fists by her side so much so that they were turning red. "Yes I did. But it is quite an insult when you refuse to come near me while you entertain yourself with whores." She seethed.

Vegeta straightened then turned around to fully face her. "Not that its any of your business, but I enjoy them, because unlike you, I chose them to be in my bed."

"How dare you! I was the best choice for you on this planet! If you weren't so obsessed with your blue haired whore-"

Vegeta quickly phased in front of her and grabbed her upper arms. "You are lucky Chaya, that you are pregnant. Otherwise, you might not be alive at this moment."

Chaya saw the angry look on his face and knew that his threat was real. She had been trying very hard to get his attention. She even desperately dressed in some Earth clothing to get his attention. But he didn't care of her existence. She had to resort to lying in order to get him to just be around her. She didn't care for him, not since he killed her father, but she wasn't going to let her father die in vain. It was his dream to have a royal in the family and that was what Chaya was going to do no matter what it takes. But if this child turned out to be weak or unacceptable she would need him to want to mate with her again. So she was trying very hard to make him attached to her, but he couldn't let go of his past memories with the blue whore.

So here she was now, trembling in fear, as her husband threatened her life, over a memory of a woman that wasn't her. "You would choose the memory of a foreigner over your own mate?"

Vegeta let her go and stepped away from her. "I chose her long before I ever met you. Now get out and never speak of her again."

Chaya angrily turned and intended to leave out the room but she had to stop as pain racked her body. She let out a small scream. Vegeta looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He honestly couldn't tell if she was in pain or if she was trying to get his attention. Twice she had summoned him because she thought she was going into labor. And after it turned out to be a false alarm, she would beg him to stay with her.

Chaya, leaned against the wall and caught her breath. "The baby is coming."

Vegeta crossed his arms. "I'll believe that when I see it."

Chaya turned and glared at him. "Vegeta, I am serious this time."

Vegeta called for the guards that were posted outside his quarters. He told them to escort Chaya to the infirmary and to contact him only if she actually had a child. But as it turns out, Chaya was actually telling the truth. Two hours later Vegeta was looking over his 2nd born son. He didn't know how to react really. He was so angry with the fact that he won't be able to raise his first born that he didn't really concentrate about the 2nd one.

He couldn't help but compare the two already. It was amazing how Trunks was half human, had purple hair, and blue eyes, but his facial features were definitely that of his fathers.

He looked down at his newborn not seeing one feature that was similar to him other than his hair color and eyes. which didn't say much because Saiyans had dark eyes and hair. The hair wasn't even spiked. It was loose and quite long. This boy clearly took after his mother's side because Vegeta did not see himself in any way shape or form in this child. He even told a doctor to make sure that it was his, but he came back from the lab with news that it was indeed his. Vegeta couldn't help but be surprised at that information. Chaya was so desperate to get pregnant, he thought for sure she would have slept with anyone in order to have a baby.

"Congratulations your Highness."

Vegeta was brought out of his thoughts by Turles who was standing not to far from him. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted a chance to bow at the new royal."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He didn't trust Turles at all. "Well now your task is done."

Turles smirked. "Yes indeed." He bowed to Vegeta then walked off.

Vegeta then turned his attention back to the child. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice his own father walk up. "Congratulations."

Vegeta only grunted. He didn't have anything to say to his father.

The King tapped his scouter and measured the child's power level. He was highly disappointed to say the least.

Vegeta smirked. "Yeah I already did that. He's no where near as powerful as you or myself at our births. But at least he's at elite status." Vegeta knew that he should have been disappointed in his son's power level, but he couldn't help but take some satisfaction in his father's obvious unhappiness. "Remember Father, you created this union, not I."

"You would have chosen an Earthling." The King said defensively. To say he was upset was an understatement. Now he had no choice but to keep Trunk's power level a secret. Human or not, Saiyans would rally around strength and power any day.

Vegeta turned to his father after thinking over his last statement. "And I wonder what Trunk's power level was?" Vegeta watched his father raise an eyebrow then turn and walk away. He knew good and well that whatever power level he had, it had to have been somewhat impressive. If it wasn't then his father would have said, "See I told you so" but he never heard not one form of that phrase. He was so curious as to what the power level actually was, but that was information that was kept from him. But one day, his father wouldn't be able to keep anything from him.

1 year later

Bulma couldn't believe that after all this time he would dare show his face. She was shocked to her core as Vegeta walked down the ramp of the ship that landed in her yard. Bardock followed behind him looking more like an enemy than a friend. As they approached her, Bulma couldn't help but wonder where Kakarot was. It was hard enough facing Vegeta so doing it alone was just crazy hard. Once Vegeta was 10 feet away he stopped and without even saying an apology or even a greeting, Vegeta opened his mouth.

"Where is he Bulma?"

Bulma instantly got over her initial shock as a furious anger washed over her. "That's what you say to me? After what you've done? After all this time? If you think I am going to let you take one step near my son then you have another thing coming."

Vegeta stared at her and then slowly smirked. "Trunks! Come here son!"

Bulma was about to laugh at how stupid Vegeta was to think that her baby would just crawl to him, but she was once again shocked when she saw her son, whom she didn't even remember bringing outside begin to crawl past her towards his father.

"No!" She screamed reaching for him, but Bardock quickly phased behind her, stopping her rescue. "Trunks no! Come back!"

But he wouldn't listen to his mother, his only parent that he had ever known, as he happily crawled to his father. With every movement Bulma began to panic even more. "Trunks please! Bardock let me go!" She screamed.

Vegeta bent down and scooped up his son and didn't bother giving Bulma another glance as he walked up the ramp to the ship.

"No! Come back!" She yelled almost bursting her lungs as she saw the ramp lift up and the doors close. Once it did Bardock let her go and she ran to the ship as fast as she could. The ship started to lift up and she had to jump in order to catch the edge of it, which she did. She was grasping onto it with just the tips of her fingers and could not hold on for even a minute and fell onto the ground once more.

She screamed and cried as she saw the ship disappear into the atmosphere. "Trunks No! Please! Please don't leave me!"

Bulma woke up from her bed still reaching towards the sky, drenched in sweat and consumed by fear. It took her a moment to register where she was. Still panting from her vivid and terrifying dream she threw off her sheets and sprinted out of her room. She didn't bother to turn on any lights or grab a house coat as she quickly made her way to Trunks's room.

"Trunks?" She said out loud, hoping to hear a baby whimper in return as she walked to his crab. She looked down and sighed with absolute relief as she witnessed her baby boy fast asleep.

She leaned her head against the edge of the crib, recalling the hellish nightmare. She had this aching feeling, that she was going to lose him one day. Lose him to the man that she had loved. That she had given everything for. It was ironic that the man that she had loved for so long was now the anchor to her nightmares.

"Vegeta." She whispered out loud, breaking her vow once again. She told herself she wouldn't think or speak of him ever again. But that was not so easily done. But never the less she was not going to let that dream effect her, but only push her on down the path she was taking. She had given everything to Vegeta and she was not going to give him her son.

Instead of going back to her room she scooted a nearby rocking chair closer to the crib. She wasn't ready to leave him just yet. It was amazing of how comforted she felt by his presence. Her love, her son, her hope. She rocked back and forth watching her sleepy baby until she finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Bulma was outside with her son finishing an experiment that they both had been working on. Kakarot stood by watching it unfold and was happy for his friend once the experiment was completed.

"Kakarot he's walking!" Bulma squealed as her baby boy walked into her arms. She picked him up and kissed him continuously.

"That's great Bulma. He'll be a great warrior before you even know it."

Bulma frowned at her friend and placed Trunks back down on the ground. She and Kakarot had made up shortly after she had Trunks and were back to being best friends again. But she was determined to keep Trunks away from as much Saiyan culture as possible. Kakarot always rolled his eyes at her and told her she was crazy. He always said there were far too many Saiyans on Earth for him to not grow up curious about his culture. Bulma would just always roll her eyes back at him and say that there are plenty of humans on Earth too and when he has his own child, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Did I miss it?"

Bulma turned to see a very pregnant Chichi walk out of the compound onto the newly put in garden. Bulma was tired of being completely surrounded by buildings and demanded some foliage to be placed in.

Kakarot smiled at his wife and nodded to her as she walked up to him. After what happened with Bulma, he realized that he didn't want to miss an opportunity to be with a good woman. Chichi was everything he believed he needed and she was as close to home as he believed he could get. Plus she was an awesome cook! After about a month of meals together, he asked her to be his mate.

Apparently she was digging on him like he was digging on her because she didn't hesitate at all to say yes. Chichi rubbed her tummy excited for her baby to come into the world. "Well let's see a repeat. I can't wait to have this baby then they can play together and become good friends."

"Yea and fight together."

Bulma stretched out her hands for her son to walk back into them. He fell down halfway and she went to pick him up but he put his arm out to halt her and gave her this look that she had seen plenty of times before. It was a cruel joke of how much Trunks looked and acted like Vegeta. That's one of the reasons why she was so determined to make him as much an Earthling as possible. It was her quiet way of getting back at him.

Chichi saw the display and giggled. "Wow he's a stubborn one."

Kakarot laughed out loud. "Well considering who his parents are-"

"Kakarot!" Bulma yelled. "Don't talk about him in front of Trunks." Bulma said as she went to pick up Trunks anyways. He whined, but she ignored him.

Kakarot frowned. "First of all, Trunks is a baby and second you can not keep Vegeta a secret from Trunks. This planet is under Saiyan rule and everyone knows that he's Vegeta's."

Bulma was getting annoyed. Sure people knew it. Especially Saiyans. Once they all found out they looked at her and laughed with such cruelty. Talking about her as if she was some slut that tricked the Prince or a naive girl that the Prince Seduced to use as a reason to stand against his father. She had to have Chichi arrange for all the Saiyans to live further away. The only Saiyan that Bulma tolerated around her was Kakarot. The humans were the only ones she felt she could trust. Once the humans found out they felt sorry for her. Some believed her to be a Juliet to Vegeta's Romeo while other's believed that Vegeta seduced her and a few thought she did it to ensure peace on the Planet. She really didn't like any of the stories, she didn't even like the truth. Part of her knew that Vegeta cared for her on some level, but she also knew that her feelings were far deeper than the ones he had for her. Which was pretty clear in the fact that it was so easy for him to move on shortly after she was gone. She had known Vegeta was selfish, she just couldn't fathom him being that selfish. And that was something she did not want her son finding out. His father was the ultimate jerk and the last thing she wanted was him growing up to be like him.

So she was going to do things her way. No matter what Kakarot protested. "I know that I can't keep Vegeta a secret. When he asks me, I will tell him what I want him to know about his father. I don't want other people's opinions influencing his."

"Fine." Kakarot said. Bulma was being very difficult when it came to Trunks. He wasn't opposed at all to Chichi ordering the Saiyans away, it would have been much harder to keep Trunks's power level a secret if they were around. Bulma didn't care and refused to even know what it was. But he had to train Trunks as soon as he could so he could learn to suppress his energy. And he had to watch him closely and the people around him. A curious Saiyan could send a human to try and get the reading. Kakarot had told a lie about his power level to some of the Saiyans to keep the nosey ones away. But he still couldn't take the chance.

But Trunks was going to be handful. He could tell already and Bulma needed to realize that. "Bulma you must realize that he is stubborn. And if you keep too many things away from him, he will search out the truth himself. So don't be surprised one day if he steals a ship to go meet his father face to face."

Bulma cradled her son in her arms. She looked at Kakarot and Chichi then left without saying a word. She had tears in her eyes and she didn't want them to see it. She didn't want them to know that Kakarot had spoken her greatest fear out loud.

Far Away...

"My Lord, we have just received news that there will be no civil war on Vegeta. It seems that the people no longer care about what happened before and has moved on."

"Blast. A war would have made it so easy for me to get to the Prince and take my revenge on those filthy Saiyans. But never mind then. I will stick to plan A." He stopped and looked in a mirror. His resemblance to Vegeta was amazing. He swished his tail back and forth in anticipation of the future.

"I will go to the planet pretending to be an ally and get to him that way."

"Brilliant sire. Surely the King will let his son back into his kingdom."

"Yes they will receive me as Tarble, the weak son that was sent away. And just when they think that I am no threat, I will leave this body and leave my spores around the Kingdom, expanding my empire and taking back what rightfully belongs to me. They'll fight me, but they will lose. Saiyan and against Saiyan. I should drag it out, make them kill off each other first. Then seize control of the rest of the universe. Yes, there will be war, and when it is all said and done, I will raise myself from the dust and take control of the Empire and everyone will bow before me."

The servants in the room all bowed before him and lifted an arm in salute. Then all at once cried, "Long live Baby!"

Baby took in the praise proudly then sat down on his throne. He was on a planet far out of reach from the Saiyans. It didn't take him long to find Tarble and take over his body. He was not that much of a strong fighter. He then went from planet to planet spreading his spores and gathering the right technology to eventually take over the Saiyan Empire and then destroy it.

He ran his hands over the arms of the chair frowning while doing so. The planets that he had gone to were ones that were not as profitable or valuable. He didn't want to bring too much attention to himself. But now he was ready. He was ready for riches and power galore. He had observed and collected as much information from the Saiyans as possible. And the more that was gained, the more his thirst and hunger for vengeance grew.

"Prepare the ship at once and bring me the communication system." Baby Tarble smirked schemingly. "I wish to speak to my father."

All of the servants bowed then most of them rushed off to do his bidding. A few moments later they brought a screen with some nobs underneath it to him. Baby stood up and walked down his throne and sent out a signal to the Saiyan Empire. A moment later, a soldier appeared on the screen. The technology was not that advanced so the screen was quite statically but you could still make out the person on screen.

"Name and rank." Said the soldier.

Baby cleared his voice, making sure that the soldier heard only Tarble and not him. "My name is Tarble and I wish to speak to my father, The King of the Saiyan Empire."

The soldier laughed at the absurdity but then he stopped once he got a good look at Tarble. Everyone had heard about the lost son but it was unbelievable that he was making contact now. The soldier looked through the static and saw his face. He knew that he was indeed the Lost Son of Vegeta.

"One moment."

Meanwhile...

Bardock was pacing back and forth. He didn't know whether or not he should let Vegeta know the truth. It had been about a year and according to Kakarot, Trunks was only getting stronger by the day while the new prince was only slowly increasing. If he told Vegeta, there would be a war, and his son most definitely could return home, but the problem was, that only the King, Kakarot and himself knew how strong Trunks really was. They had told some that his power level was lower than average which made everyone not even care, but Vegeta didn't believe it.

When Bardock told the lie to Vegeta he didn't believe it for a second. He had said, "If that was true, my father would have came to me gloating."

But if Bardock did tell Vegeta the truth, the King would know it was he who told, and would more than likely do something drastic. Even if he wanted to keep his half breed grandson, he could punish him by killing Raditz to make up for not killing Kakarot. It was too risky.

Suddenly the door to the lab opened, revealing none other than the King. Bardock was surprised and bowed. "Your Highness."

The King crossed his arms. "Vegeta's 2nd born is no where near as strong as his first."

Bardock nodded. It was odd, usually the King was so far ahead of everyone. He had never seen him so frazzled before. He couldn't blame him though. No one could have expected this.

The King began to pace back and forth. "Right now we can keep this a secret, but soon the boys will grow, and their strength will increase, and everyone will know about the difference in power between the two."

Bardock raised an eyebrow. "You mean Vegeta will know." The King stopped pacing a moment.

"It can not be avoided. Vegeta will take the crown when he finds out." The King almost said in defeat. This whole thing was a mess that would eventually blow up in his face.

Bardock was about to respond when an urgent beeping began sounding off in the Kings scouter. The King sighed heavily then tapped his scouter. Information digitally appeared over his eye and he almost gasped in surprise. He quickly turned and moved to the first screen he saw and took off his scouter and synced it with the screen.

A moment later, both the King and Bardock were shocked to see Tarble on screen.

"Hello father. It has been a long time."

The King got over his shock. "What is it Tarble?"

"I wish to come home. I know that I have been a disgrace to the Empire but I wish to be reunited with my family." He said almost pleadingly.

The King straightened. He didn't know what that would mean for the Empire for him to return, and he didn't know what Tarble was getting at contacting him now. But he really won't be able to tell what his motives are until he was in front of him. He could barely read his face with all the static. But he couldn't deny that something felt a bit uneasy about him. But the King just chalked that up to everything that had been going on between him and Vegeta.

"Alright Tarble. You may return, but only for an audience. You will not be welcomed into the fold right away if at all."

Tarble bowed. "That is all I ask father. I shall not let you down."

The King nodded. "When can I expect you?"

"It'll take me a year to reach the planet. I am quite a ways out."

The King nodded once more. "I shall see you then." The King said as he ended the transmission.

"Well that is interesting and very unexpected."

"Yes. It was." The King said still staring at the screen which was now blank. 'What are you up to Tarble?'

1 Year later

"Are you kidding me Kakarot? He's only 2 years old!" Bulma screamed at her friend.

"Bulma he can walk, run, and scream just as loud as you. He is ready."

"Train your own kid Kakarot. My son doesn't need to fight."

"He wants to!" Kakarot yelled back.

"He's only a baby. How could you even know that?" Bulma nearly screamed.

"Haven't you noticed that he's been tearing up the furniture, running around and jumping over everything?"

"He's a kid. He's only playing."

"He's training himself."

Bulma looked away. She felt the shudder of her reoccurring nightmare creep up the back of her neck.

"Bulma you have to look at it this way, if you don't let me train him, he won't be able to control his power properly. He could end up hurting you."

"My sweet baby would never hurt me."

"I'm not saying he'd do it on purpose. But trust me, I will be doing the same thing to Ninjin."

Ninjin was Kakarot's son. He was the exact spitting image of Kakarot. He even had the exact same hair. It was very cool that Trunks would have someone only a year younger than him to play with, but fighting...that seemed like it was one more step closer to Vegeta. But Kakarot was right, he won't be able to control his power if he's stuck in a lab.

"Alright Kakarot, you win. He can be trained, but only enough to control his power. When he reaches a certain age, I want you to stop."

Kakarot thought about arguing with her and telling her that he's not going to want to stop and also that Trunks isn't gong to be as human as she wants him to be, but he decided to let her find out the hard way.

"Ok Bulma. I'll do it your way."

Meanwhile...

Vegeta stood next to his father awaiting his brother's return, whom was descending in a single space pod. His father was standing next to him and he would give anything to read his mind right now. He was the one who had sent him away in the first place, calling him an embarrassment to the Empire. He didn't understand why he was letting him come back now.

Vegeta didn't care one way or the other. He really didn't know Tarble. All he knew was that he was no where near strong enough to take the crown away from him and saw him as no threat.

Soon the pod landed and Tarble stepped out. He walked towards his father and bowed. "Thank you so much my Father and King for granting me this audience."

The King nodded to him. "You are welcome Tarble. You remember your brother?"

Tarble looked up and saw Vegeta and inclined his head to him. "Yes of course. It is good to see you brother."

Vegeta inclined his head to him as well. "It has been long Tarble. I am curious to know why you have decided to come now."

Tarble looked to his father and brother and looked almost saddened. "To be honest, I wanted to come earlier but I had heard that the two of you were having some trouble and I didn't want to complicate things by my return."

"That is very reasonable." The King responded.

Vegeta didn't completely buy it. If he was in Tarble's shoes he would have made a move toward the crown and shown up right in the middle of the drama. Tarble was being...well he was being nice. That wasn't Saiyan like behavior. Sure he didn't know him, but this didn't seem right to him.

The King was totally looking at things differently. After finding out about Trunks, he was questioning his actions more and more. He had made a grave error and knew that soon his days would be numbered and there was nothing he could do about it. "Come Tarble, you must be hungry after your journey."

"I am." He said smiling as he followed his father into the Palace.

Vegeta walked behind them, deciding not to trust his brother. 'You're up to something and I am going to find out what."

During the meal Tarble talked about how he had been living on a remote planet far away with very little contact from the Empire. It almost bored Vegeta to tears.

"Father, I know that I have disappointed you in the past. But I wish to be a Saiyan that you can be proud of."

Vegeta smirked. There was no way that short little speech was going to butter up his father.

"You are welcomed back my son."

Vegeta looked at his father in disbelief. "Father, are you sure?"

"Yes I am sure." The King said warning Vegeta. "I know what I am doing Vegeta."

Tarble then turned to Vegeta. "You have my full support and loyalty Brother. Even though things have been rocky lately, I promise you, I do not seek your crown, only your acceptance."

"Forgive me if I don't give in so easily. I will be watching you Tarble to see if you are what you claimed."

Tarble nodded and they all finished their meal. Afterwards Tarble was shown to a room not far from the other royals. Once he was inside he sighed heavily. "Finally. I can stop talking in that ridiculous voice." He said as he retreated back into his baby form. He went to a mirror and watched as he let himself shine through his vessels body. Lines appeared upon his face and his hair became white.

It took everything he had to not reach over and slice The King's cheek and enter his body. Or Vegeta's for that matter. Vegeta was definitely stronger, but the King had the proper influence. He would have to decide which one to take over. But in the meantime he would start effecting the Kingdom.

He walked out onto the balcony and smirked at the many Saiyans flying and walking around. "Soon all of you will die and I shall have my revenge."

Author's note: Ok a few things, All of you are mad at me. lol That was the most common thing in the comments. But I had to make you mad to make sure that you guys would come back and read my story. And I know it's starting off slow and Vegeta and Bulma aren't together, but trust me. I am painting a master piece here. Kakarot's son is Goten but I couldn't name him Goten because Kakarot was not raised by Grandpa Gohan and therefore was not named after him and his children can't be named after him either. So I named him Ninjin, which according to Google translator is "carrot" in Japanese. Things are going to get very complicated and very busy next chapter but in a good way. Please Review!