"Ma!" Trunks called from the kitchen. "We're out of food!"

"You're an adult, go to the store and buy some!" Bulma called from down the hall. "I'm not your slave and you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself! You're the CEO of Capsule Corp. for crying out loud!"

Trunks rolled his eyes, then smirked. Yeah, I am. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed an employee's number. "Hey, can you do me a favor? My fridge seems to be all out of food and I'm way busy. Yeah? Thanks man." And he hung up the phone.

Bulma, now leaning against the wall of the kitchen, shook her head. "You're ridiculous."

"Oh no, you said I was the CEO, thus entailing me to take control of people. Your words, mother." He quoted, walking into the living room where his father sat. "Right, dad?"

"Hn?"

"CEO means I get to control people."

Vegeta smirked. "Whatever you do with your power isn't up to me, but I'll say it's what I would do." Vegeta's smirk widened as his wife walked in, glaring at him. "Just being honest, love." He smiled. She came over and sat next to him.

"You don't need to give him any ideas though." Bulma kissed his cheek.

"Yeah, I know." He closed his eyes and laid his head back on the couch. Just then, there was a knock on the door. His eyes snapped open. "Who would that be?" He stood, walking to the door. Their energy posed no threat. It seemed familiar…similar to something he had felt before, but he couldn't pin point it, couldn't even fathom who it would be. He opened the door to reveal a teenage boy in ripped up jeans and a tight black tank top. "Can I help you?"

"Are you Prince Vegeta of planet Vegeta?"

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

The boy smirked. "One moment, please." With that the boy placed two fingers on his forehead, closing his eyes. A few moments later, a gigantic spaceship, all too familiar to Vegeta, came hovering down from the clouds. It landed in their yard and once the dust settled, the boy opened his eyes. "Coming aboard?"

"I'd rather not."

The boy seemed frustrated. "Fine. I'll just bring them outside then." He said, walking away.

"Bring who? Hey, wait a minute!" Vegeta yelled, grabbing the boy's shoulder. The boy turned around, grabbing Vegeta's arm. Their eyes met, the boy's glaring daggers into Vegeta.

"I wouldn't suggest testing me, sir, it was a long flight and I'm kind of in an edgy sort of mood. You have no idea what I'm capable of, any reading you get on me is mistaken and misleading, and I haven't killed a single thing in months. I would let go."

For some reason, Vegeta took this boy's words seriously and let go of his shoulder. A door opened as the boy walked back toward the ship, letting him enter. Just as he got inside, the door shut. Vegeta's family came outside, looking at the ship in awe. "What is it, father?" Trunks asked.

"It looks like… Frieza?" Bulma screeched.

"Will you relax?" Vegeta said sternly, looking back at her. "So far, Frieza hasn't presented himself once since that thing landed, which isn't like him, but that's definitely his ship. I'm still waiting to figure out what's going on."

The door opened and the boy walked back out. "I'm required to tell you everything before they come out. So, here it is. How long has it been since your planet was destroyed, sir?"

"Fifty-four years…" Vegeta said quietly. Bulma heard the hurt in his voice and felt the heartache in her own chest. She rested her hand on his upper arm.

The boy's attention quickly redirected to Bulma. He smirked. "Is this your mate?"

"Yes."

"And your spawn?" He asked, craning his neck to see Trunks and Bulla.

"Yes, now get on with what you were saying."

"Right, right. Well… after you left Frieza's ship, and what with Nappa and Raditz being gone too, he really had too much free time on his hands. Did you know he took the pregnant Saiyan women and stole their fetuses?"

Vegeta shuddered, his muscles tensing up. "Yes."

"I was one of them. We were the first to be revived. He kept us in these regeneration tanks until we were at the ripe age of sixteen, then froze us there until he had use for us. Well, about a year ago, that time came. His intent was to build up an army of Saiyan warriors and take over the universe with us. His thoughts were that if he revived us all, he could train us to obey his every word, considering our brains had been either dead or frozen for so long." The boy laughed slightly. "Boy, was he wrong…. What an idiot. I don't see why he revived all of us at once… a test run would've been a smarter choice." By now, the boy was floating on his back in mid-air, mostly talking to himself.

"So…you're saying that… aboard that ship, my entire race has been resurrected?"

The boy looked at him. "Yeah. Resurrected and thriving. Growing, actually. Wanna see?" The boy smiled.

"Have you told me everything I need to know?"

"Well, no."

"Continue."

"Well, first off, I think it would be smarter to have them come out rather than have you go in. There's a lot of them. And we have a bit of a display for you. Where's Kakkorat? He should be seeing this." The boy smirked.

"Why?"

"Trust me, you'll want him to see it."

Vegeta turned to Bulma, who went inside to call the Son family over.

The boy landed. "But, the one bit of news I was really looking forward to telling you is this… You are officially a king."