There were two things Vegeta was sure of: 1, He and Kakarot were the last two full-blooded Saiyans alive. 2, His family was his whole world. Little did he know, one of those truths wasn't as true as he had been led to believe...

It happened late one night after dinner. Bulma was helping Trunks with his homework while Vegeta watched silently from the background. He had just finished another grueling workout and decided to reward himself with a beer. He patted the little boy's head as he walked passed the kitchen table, making Trunks grin. "Hey, Dad. Mom said if I can get my homework done before the hour is over, you'll take me out and train me." After the Majin Buu fiasco, Vegeta had worked harder to prove that he loved his family... In his own ways...

"She's right." He sat at the table and looked over what Trunks was working on. He could speak the universal language, but he couldn't read or write it a bit so the prince handed the boy his paper. "How much have you got left?" The former prince smiled at his wife. Once they were all brought back to life and things returned to normal, he had taken her as his bride. And he had never seen a more beautiful woman in all his life.

"Just a few more problems. I'm a little stuck though." Trunks bit his lip. Bulma had walked him through every problem and told the boy he needed to do at least three on his own. The last three.

"You can do it, Trunks, you got the other problems easy enough. Just do what I showed you, you'll be fine." Bulma grinned. She brushed her bare foot against Vegeta's thigh before resting her feet in his lap. The man reached under the table to give them a gentle squeeze.

"I'm trying." Trunks huffed before grabbing his pencil and working out the problems the way his mother had shown him. Vegeta relaxed in his chair and was about to take another sip of his beer before Bulma took it from him. The jerk hadn't even gotten her one, it was only fair that he shared.

Before she knew what was happening, Vegeta was jerked back by some invisible force and knocked on his back. Both Bulma and Trunks cried out as they rushed to him. Vegeta just pushed them away before blinking and staggering to his feet. "I'm fine, I'm fine... I just..." The prince opened the sliding glass door to the balcony and stared at an empty space in the night sky. A star shot passed it and as if controlled by something, he took off after it, ordering Trunks to stay behind.

Vegeta followed the star to it's landing point and growled at the smoking crater. He saw an old Space Pod, similar to the one he used to fly in. The main difference was The Royal Saiyan Family's Crest emblazoned on the side he could see 'Death To The Cold Ones' was written in his native language around the pod door. So naturally the prince slid down the slope to see who exactly was in it. It was a female. Bloodied and bruised on life support with a squirming bundle in her arms. It was obvious by the muffled cries that it was a baby.

Opening the pod door, he checked the woman for a pulse. She looked familiar but he couldn't place her. Her pulse was weak and thready, barely there. The baby was wailing though so Vegeta took it in one arm and held it close to him. Something soft and warm wrapped around his wrist as he tried to get it to stop crying. A tail... A Saiyan tail? The woman had one too so Vegeta hefted her over his shoulders in what the humans called a 'Fireman's Carry.' Who was she? Who was this baby? He would take her home and get his answers.

The flight home was short and Trunks was already asleep. How long had he been gone? Vegeta took the woman and the now-sleeping baby to Bulma's lab. She would be there. She was always there when he wasn't home. His wife gasped and helped him get the woman into the bed she kept down there.

"Vegeta, who is she? What's going on? Is she why you left?" Bulma asked in a hushed voice as she hooked the woman up to a few machines. Vegeta nodded and kept the baby close. Turns out, it was a boy. A boy that looked as strikingly familiar as the woman herself. "Did you even think about the risks of bringing her here? What if she's evil and wants to kill us?"

"She's not." He took one of the bloody rags. "I need you to do me a favor, Bulma." Vegeta handed it to her. "Compare her DNA to mine. See if there are any similarities." Bulma nodded and got to work. Vegeta followed her to the computer. "She's weak, but the child is not. His power level is very similar to what mine was the first time I came to Earth."

"How is that possible? How is a baby that strong?" Bulma asked as the computer ran the strange woman's DNA against the known sample of her husband's.

"I don't know. Most Saiyan babies are rated on their power levels as infants. He would be an elite warrior or a threat that needed to be eliminated." The woman in the bed groaned and rubbed her face, pushing the oxygen mask off her face. Vegeta stared at her as she sat up and removed the wires monitoring her heartbeat. Bulma hid behind Vegeta as the woman staggered to her feet and growled.

"Give me my baby." She grunted and approached Vegeta as proudly as she could. There wasn't much of a height difference between them, but the moment she realized who Vegeta was, her tail swished and she bowed to him. "Prince Vegeta... I never... Sire..." It was clearly hard for her to remain conscious so Vegeta crouched in front of her.

"Who are you? Are you a full-blooded Saiyan? And what of your son? Why did you have my family's crest imprinted on your ship?" he asked as he handed her the sleeping infant. The woman sat on the ground and nodded as she played with her baby's tail.

"Sire, you don't... Recognize me?" She asked in confusion. "I'm... I was the leader of the rebellion against the Cold Ones. We wiped out the last remaining members of their race the same way they wiped out ours. We fought for the King and you yourself, knowing Frieza had taken you hostage... Raised you as a dog of his military. You, Commander Nappa and the grunt Raditz. Our squad has been watching your fights closely..." the woman smiled down at her son. "I thought of naming him after you, the twin brother I lost to the monsters... But I've grown to love the name Zenkai"

Bulma and Vegeta shared the same expressions of shock. "Y-your twin brother? Vegeta is your brother?" Bulma asked as she sat in one of her work chairs. The woman nodded with a soft smile as Vegeta remained silent. "And you killed off Frieza's race? You've been watching Vegeta and the others? How?"

"This." The Saiyan pulled off a wristband and handed it to the blue-haired human. "Our team was small, but strong and smart. We managed to use what the Cold Ones had collected of your data and tracked it. The last fight I witnessed firsthand was against Broly and Paragus... I was in their castle the entire time..."

"Princess Suika died decades ago, we were still children." Vegeta growled. "There's no way you're her." He thought this was too suspicious. How could she possibly be alive? And the planet she was referring to was destroyed by Kakarot when Broly became too much for them to handle. Saiyans could only survive a short time in space without dying.

"Tarble was alive. Exiled because he had no power level to speak of. I was sent away by our mother before the King had his meeting with Frieza. She told me the safest planet to go to and I did. I met up with the others she had sent there... Her personal guards, remember them? They trained me, taught me everything I needed to know... When we got word of the planet's demise, including everyone on it, I was devastated. Just a child, you know? We knew it wasn't a meteor, it was Frieza. We had a man on the inside. He kept us off Frieza's radar long enough to keep us alive. And as I grew, I became the leader of the rebellion due to my birth-line. There were five Saiyans in total, two more when we met up with Paragus and his son Broly."

Bulma handed the woman something to drink as she and Vegeta listened. To the prince, this still sounded made up. How had he not been informed? How had they lived so long? "Are the others still alive?"

"No. The fight was long and hard... The only reason I made it out alive was because this little one here. He's every bit his father's son." Suika smiled down at her little pricnce as he sucked his thumb.

"Who is his father?" Vegeta asked as his sister fixed the blanket the baby was wrapped in.

"Broly."

"Broly is dead, we killed him years ago." Vegeta growled. Suika just chuckled and shook her head. "What's so funny?"

"Broly is very much alive."

It had been a week since Suika made her first appearance and she wasn't adjusting to human life at all. She had been wild for years and couldn't handle the day-to-day. Bulma gave her a small capsule house and helped her move to the middle of the wasteland in which the Saiyan had landed. The only ones that knew of her and her son were Vegeta and Bulma. Suika, just like Vegeta, would stare into space for hours every night. When Bulma suggested removing her and the young Zenkai's tails, Suika had been so offended. Tails were just as much a symbol of honor as they were a fallen race. Still, the two women became friends and Bulma visited her often.

"You should meet Goku, he's a Saiyan too." Bulma suggested as she and Suika sat outside the little house.

"Kakarot? No... As much as I would love to, I'm waiting for Broly. He's... He's out there. And he wouldn't be too happy if Kakarot were my friend." The women watched the Saiyan boy crawl around and play in the dirt. He loved the open air as much as his mother did.

"You love him, don't you? But from what Vegeta and the others said, he was a monster with no self-control." the human frowned.

"Yes and no. I do love him, he's my Gendan, my life-mate, and he doesn't have self-control when it comes to his temper, but when he's calm, he's the sweetest, most gentle man there is. It just doesn't take much to get him riled up. And that's what I love about him. He's a true Super-Saiyan. Fighting is all he knows. But he was there with me when I gave birth. You should have seen him with our son, Bulma, he was so protective."

"Yeah? Vegeta would never admit it, but he would sneak into Trunks' nursery when he was a baby and just watch him sleep. I caught him a few times on the baby monitor and I could stay up too to watch him watch Trunks. He would tell him stories about the king and their race. He would even talk to him in what I learned was your ancient language." Bulma picked up baby Zenkai when the boy put a handful of sand in her boot.

"Long, long ago, when a female gave birth, the only one that would help her deliver was the father. And really, all he would do was clean up the baby and hand it to her. But things changed when the Saiyans grew attached to technology. The infants were removed from the mother as soon as possible to prevent bonding and... I'm so glad I never had to experience that. You can't carry your child for a year and six months without getting attached in some way. Humans are weird. Both the mother and the father raise their little ones to be... Medics or scholars, never fighters. I feel like... I want my Zenkai to be the best fighter there is, but I want him to make friends and have people that will stand by him no matter what. Very much like the group you told me about."

"Well, we can have a party. I can introduce you to all our friends. Trunks isn't the only kid in the group. There's Gohan, Goten and Maron as well. Maron's the youngest, she's three, but I know everyone would welcome you with open arms and even help you raise Zen here." Bulma played with the boy's long hair and he loved it. He babbled happily and leaned into it.

"Zen... I like it, it's a nice version of his name, makes him sound less like his father." Suika took the boy and tossed him into the air. "Do you think the old man... Roshi? Roshi would be willing to train Zen the same way he trained Kakarot? Kakarot is the second strongest in the universe, I want that for my son."

Little did Bulma know, Suika had stolen one of the radars the human mentioned. It showed her where the Dragon Balls were. And according to Bulma, they could grant any wish imaginable. Suika had collected three already. She wasn't collecting them to make a wish, she was collecting them to hide them. They were all buried just a few feet away from the house. The Saiyan didn't like the idea of that kind of power. Especially after learning that Frieza had planned on using them to make himself immortal. It was terrifying what some beings would do to be the strongest. Paragus used mind control on his own son and tried to make him his living puppet. Suika didn't hear Bulma talking. She was too busy staring up at the clouds as they rolled by.

"You are stronger than my brother." Suika said after a moment, completely changing the subject. "The children we bear resemble the stronger parent. That is why my son looks so much like his father. There's almost nothing in his physical appearance that is mine. I'm very happy about that, though. His father is so beautiful, even when powered up as the Legendary Super-Saiyan."