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Hey, all! I'm back with another one. I actually have three other new stories planned (I'm trying to finish out a couple of older stories). This one, though, I actually had the fleeting idea back in college, and a friend of mine, KimiruMai, asked me quite a bit of questions in my planning process that I didn't have answers to at the time. Well, many years later, I finally got to planning, and figured out some of the plot holes and explanations I would want to give to certain behaviors. So, finally, years in the making, Amber Cove. I hope you enjoy it!

Also, special thanks to my amazing beta reader, Over8000. He really kept me on my toes with this chapter. You should check out his work, too, especially you Vegeta and angst lovers.

And now, it's time to begin the story…

It was a terrible day for the Saiyan race when Frieza arrived for an impromptu meeting with King Vegeta. They had served the Arcosian tyrant well as "planet brokers" for years, a term that meant the same as wiping out full populations and readying the world for sale. Decades had passed since the Planet Trade Organization had forged a deal with them. Saiyans were a warrior people, looking for the thrill of the fight and blood. The PTO offered them challenges and protection in exchange for technology and muscle, and the King of the Saiyans had raced to make a deal. His subjects were excited at the prospect of a good fight.

What started out as an amazing opportunity soon turned into a nightmare as Saiyans sent their children to conquer worlds. They were no strangers to wiping out planets, but eventually it became all they did. Tournaments were put on hold, and training children meant teaching them to take sentient life on a daily basis. There were certain planets the Saiyans would have never attacked and would have made alliances with, but Frieza forced them to destroy the people instead. The Saiyans were no longer their own people, and their decisions belonged to the tyrant. It was even worse that the Arcosian had no respect for them, saw them as nothing but brainless monkeys in his employ. That was more than enough to cause the bitter seeds of hatred to form in King Vegeta's heart.

Frieza didn't visit the Saiyan home world, Planet Vegeta, often but when he did it always meant something horrible was about to happen. This visit was no different. The Arcosian ruler came directly to King Vegeta and demanded to sit in the ruler's throne. The only reason the king swallowed his pride was because he feared what Frieza would do to him and his soldiers if he didn't oblige. Frieza's base strength was phenomenal, and the rumors of his full power were frightening enough that the king did not wish to see it for himself. No, for his family and people, Vegeta needed to keep the demon happy.

"And so, I'd like to make arrangements with you regarding your son."

King Vegeta's eyes widened. Could it be that Frieza was asking for…? "Arrangements?" he questioned. "Lord Frieza, I'm not sure I understand what you mean."

The lizard's lips curled in a devious, sickening way. "Come now, king. You didn't think you could keep your son's progress from me, did you? Five Saibamen. That is an impressive feat for a boy his age, and you also know it was too easy for him. In fact, Prince Vegeta came by my ship and asked me to send him on missions a while back. I think he's ready to join my ranks as a soldier. I will give you time to get everything in order, but I will be back shortly to retrieve the prince."

"Y-Yes, Lord Frieza," King Vegeta stammered, not meeting the monster's piercing, red gaze. "Very well."

That was the worst outcome he could have expected.

After Frieza's departed, King Vegeta went off in search for Bardock, a third-class warrior who believed that Frieza planned to attack them. The king had thought him mad when Bardock came to him, raving like a lunatic and claiming to have had a vision of the demon destroying their world. That vision turned out to be false. Frieza didn't destroy Planet Vegeta when Bardock said he would. However, there was some merit to the power he had. He had been correct in predicting smaller incidents, and he had claimed to see how strong his weakling sons would be one day. King Vegeta would have written him off if Bardock's sons hadn't gained significant strength in a short time. Bardock's eldest son, Raditz, even trained with the prince and his youngest spawn - who was born with a weak power level of two - would sit and watch their sessions. Raditz was able to hold his own. Even though Kakarot was only a few months old, the small boy learned quickly just by observing.

"I don't know what to tell you, Vegeta," Bardock huffed, his eyes fixated on a sparring match below between their two sons. "I haven't seen anything recently, but I still feel it in my gut. Frieza will destroy this planet. I don't know what will trigger him, but it will happen."

"I cannot allow my son to fall into his hands," the king stated and gave Bardock an irritated, sideways glance. "I need to take him far away from this place before that happens."

"And leave the planet defenseless?" Bardock snorted. "King, that's low, even for you. We need to fight him."

"How are we supposed to do that, third-class?" the king returned. "Did you happen to see anything about how we're actually supposed to beat Frieza? Surely you know of his rumored transformations."

Bardock let out a frustrated sigh, not because the king was misinformed but because he had in fact seen Frieza in a sleeker, almost completely white form, proving to the psychic the rumors of transformative abilities. There was no doubt in the third-class warrior's mind that Frieza was extremely powerful. Even if the Saiyan race were to band together, there would be no way to take down the tyrant. Their only shot was if someone became a Super Saiyan, and that legend was growing further and further away. "So you want to escape with the prince," Bardock pondered. "Alright, I'm in. When do we leave?"

"We?" the king practically hissed.

Bardock's eyes cut to the royal, a hard glare on his face. "Even if we both agree that we can't stand up to Frieza, running away is a coward's move. Still, I have a family I need to look out for. If you're hightailing it, we are too. If you deny my request, let's just say that I have no problem going to the people and doing what I have to in order to protect my family regardless."

"Feh," the king spat in amusement. "You're as much of a selfish deserter as I am, and yet you stand here and threaten me? What gall."

The other warrior simply shrugged and turned his attention back to the children. "I'll let you in on a secret, Your Majesty," the third-class mocked. "I haven't seen anything about Frieza destroying our planet since the first time; however," his dark eyes met the king's, "I have seen him defeated."

A shocked expression came over Vegeta's features. "By who?" the ruler demanded. He had to know how that bastard would meet his end.

"At the hands of our sons."

All of a sudden, pride turned to disgust. "My son and yours?" The king grimaced at the idea.

Bardock only chuckled. "So, where my desire to get our boys off the planet may seem selfish, I'm also steps ahead in plotting revenge. We personally won't be able to stop Frieza, no matter what I thought I could accomplish on my own. I've seen enough through my visions to prove it to myself, especially after I lost my squadron. The least we can do is to make sure the ones who will eventually defeat Frieza are safe. We can hide out on some backwater planet and train them."

"And why should I believe you?" King Vegeta challenged. "You could be lying to me about these visions to save your own hide."

Again, Bardock shrugged. "Can't change what you believe. Either way, I'm going, whether you approve or not, but it would be in your best interest if I kept quiet. After all, if Frieza gets wind that you plan to take the prince, then you're screwed anyway."

King Vegeta didn't have a retort for that. As much as it aggravated him that he had been backed into a corner by a third-class, Bardock was fully correct in his assessment. Honestly, the Saiyans were known for their cutthroat egotism and greed. If someone could benefit by learning about King Vegeta's plans and then turning said information over to Frieza, they would. The king had no doubts about that. There were only few men still loyal to the Crown left from the Saiyan-Tuffle War.

"Meet me at the ship hanger tonight with your family," the king whispered low. "If you're not there at the twilight hour, we'll be leaving you behind."

Bardock answered him with a nod and turned back to observe the training. "You should go back to doing whatever your duties entail," the third-class instructed. "You'll have to appear as natural as possible or else someone will get suspicious."

"Don't tell me what to do," King Vegeta ordered before he turned away, flicked his cape, and left the training facilities, angry at the third-class who dared to order him around. He already knew he'd have to attend some meetings before he could even thing to prepare to leave. Of course, neither the king nor Bardock was aware that there was a spy among them, and that man had every intention to inform Frieza.

Bardock made arrangements almost immediately. After training the boys, the third-class warrior returned home with his sons and filled his mate, Gine, in on the plan. She was always the soft-hearted one out of the two of them, and he knew she wouldn't like what they were about to do. True to his prediction, his mate tried to reason with him to go to the other Saiyans regardless and warn them too. Bardock could have been more sensitive. Instead, he took the direct approach.

"Frieza plans to take the prince whether we like it or not," Bardock told her. "I have no doubt he'll take us out once he does. I've seen things, Gine. Frieza will one day be defeated by Vegeta and Kakarot. We need to get them off-world as soon as possible."

"Does it really have to come to this?" the female Saiyan asked. Her tail twitched behind her in agitation. "Maybe through diplomacy, the king could-"

"No," Bardock replied curtly. "Our wonderful ruler tried that already, and look where it's gotten us. Think of what Raditz has had to endure. Frieza is not the type to try the peaceful approach with. This is the cold, hard reality, Gine. If he doesn't kill us, he'll certainly destroy what little honor we have left. Do you really want to see that happen to them, or worse, their deaths?"

Gine looked away, outside, and saw her baby boy sparring - more like rolling around - with his older brother in a playful matter, and her eyes filled with tears. Bardock hated to be the one to put the idea of their children's lifeless bodies in her mind, but that was the nail in the coffin that sealed her agreement.

So she decided to put on a bright smile, then walked outside to tell the boys they were going on a trip. Kakarot tilted his head in confusion. He did not understand what his mother was saying, but Raditz actually grew excited. Every moment his family had spent together had been sporadic. Either he or his father were on assignment, or his mother was busy working. He was ready to start packing right away! Bardock warned his son to only bring his most important and desired belongings before he walked away. Raditz's brow furrowed at the command, noting his father's serious expression. If they were going on a trip, shouldn't his father be more relaxed? Oh well… With a shrug, the young boy did as he was told. Within minutes, he was ready to go.

Bardock and Gine had set everything up; the mother placed her littlest one into his own pod. Kakarot looked baffled, but Gine merely smiled reassuringly. Bardock looked through the log and searched for the farthest planet they could safely reach, one called Earth. He programmed the coordinates into all their crafts, including the pods they had readied for the king and his son. "So, this is it, huh?" Gine spoke, standing at her mate's side.

"Almost," Bardock stated, feeling a strange sense wash over him. He looked through the windows of the launch pad and noted that it was already twilight; the king and prince still had not made an appearance. Something was wrong, and the psychic could feel it even without his visions. "Get Raditz and yourself settled in," he told Gine. "I'm going to check on the royals. If I'm not back in five minutes, go ahead without me, and we will meet you there."

"Bardock…" Gine was hesitant to do as he asked. Her eyes landed on Raditz who was making silly faces at his brother through the pod window to cure his own boredom. Then, her gaze shifted back to her mate. "Be careful."

The king had been mentally ready to make his grand escape, but going about his day as normal pained him. He met with his council to discuss future happenings with the planet, namely handing his son over to Frieza. King Vegeta followed the proper protocols and made it seem like he was complying with Frieza's commands. No one seemed to care that the king was sending his son away, except for Nappa and Zorn. For that reason, King Vegeta asked them to go on a mission off-world. It was the least he could do for them. Maybe one day, they'd run into each other again. For now, King Vegeta focused on getting out covertly and quickly, especially with Frieza's ship approaching their world yet again.

Nappa watched as the king walk away, and then excused himself after the meeting. The big man could tell something was wrong. He shook it off, because the king would have at least told him if something, anything was going on. Wouldn't he? It was probably best to go on his mission with Zorn, and perhaps see if his mate and son would want to join them.

King Vegeta went about his business the rest of the day and pretended nothing was wrong. He stopped to watch his son in the training room at one point. Prince Vegeta was such a skilled fighter. It was no wonder Frieza wanted him. The child practiced well-executed punches and kicks. He was in his zone. One day, the king reminded himself. One day, Vegeta would be the one to avenge them all.

When the prince finished his session, he was surprised to see his father observing him. Dutifully, he came out to greet his patriarch and bowed with full respect. "Father."

"Vegeta," the king said in his gravelly voice. "Come with me. There's somewhere we need to go."

"On assignment?" Vegeta asked, surprised.

The king noticed the wide-eyed look of wonder on his son's boyish face. "Yes, son," the king lied. "On assignment. We need to leave immediately."

"Finally," the prince simpered with a smirk, his arms crossed. "It's about time Frieza noticed me."

The king turned away, his expression grim. If only Vegeta knew just how much Frieza had noticed him. He was certain that the prince would be just as appalled as he. However, now wasn't the time to linger on such thoughts. The mission at hand was more important.

He led his son into the hanger, the halls suspiciously empty. King Vegeta was on edge, and his son noticed. "Father? What's going on?"

"King Vegeta! Watch out!"

Bardock's voice reached the king, calling the elder Vegeta into action. He grabbed his son and narrowly avoided a blast. Some of Frieza's weaker underlings had infiltrated the palace and came to attack them.

D-Damn it! The king panicked. How did they know? Who told them? Only the third-class and I- The royal took a deep breath and steeled himself. Now was not the time to become hysterical. He had a mission to fulfill. He needed to protect his son.

Bardock powered up, covering the king as he raced his son to the hanger and threw him into a pod. "Father, what's going on?" Vegeta shouted, barely able to cover up the hint of confusion and fear.

"Vegeta, do you trust me?" His son nodded. Of course the boy trusted him. "See these set coordinates? Bardock programmed them. We're going to this planet and I don't want you to ask any questions until we're there."

"The third-class?" Vegeta responded, aghast. "But Father, why-?"

"No questions. I mean it, Vegeta," the king relayed again as Bardock quickly entered the hanger and shut the doors. The third-class hopped into his pod and indicated for his family to take off. The king heard the whirring sounds of the four ships starting up. "Just go. I'll explain everything when we get to Earth."

Vegeta nodded again, this time out of duty rather than the desire to follow orders. The young prince had no idea what was happening, but he knew it was bad. Why else would they race off with a third-class warrior and three others he had yet to see? Another red flag was the soldiers attacking them, who were currently banging on the door and trying to break through the metal. Vegeta looked over the pre-programmed coordinates and hit the launch button. His pod came to life. His father's pod beside him did the same, and soon the six crafts launched into the vacuum of space.

However, it didn't mean that they were out of range. Their pods still took some damage from the blaster shots and ki blasts of Frieza's men. They held out, thankfully, and everyone felt immense relief. According to diagnostics, they would be able to get to Earth without any further problems.

But nothing ever went according to plan.

The navigation and electrical systems in the king's and the prince's pods finally gave out once they reached Earth during the landing sequence; they had been damaged during the takeoff. The royals crash landed, but the king only sustained minimal damage. He raced to get to his son as the third-class and his family landed on Earth; their pods shut down completely. With two of the pods destroyed and the others malfunctioning, the Saiyans were stuck on this new soil and would not be able to leave.

During the crash, Vegeta's pod shattered and the safety restraints became unhinged. Prince Vegeta fell out of the restraint and his head smashed hard against shattered metal before he was forced through and tossed to the ground, receiving a large gash on the back of his skull. The king gently pulled the boy free of the wreckage, ran his fingers through the boy's flame-shaped hair only to see dark red blood. A groan escaped the prince, and the king was relieved. "Vegeta, are you alright?"

"Head…" the prince whispered hoarsely. "Hurts…" He passed out in his father's arms, falling into a coma for days to come.

Everyone else has sustained minor injuries, but were still roughed up nonetheless from such a harsh landing. Their situation was grim. Everyone was wounded in some way, one with severe head trauma. They were stranded on a strange, backwater planet, in the middle of nowhere in the mountains with no help to come…

Or at least that's what they thought until a random man strolled along the mountain, using a walking stick to aid him up the cliff. Dark, kind eyes looked over the refugees and moved to take in Little Vegeta's appearance. The Saiyans exchanged wary looks, fearing what this stranger might do. Protective of his son, King Vegeta gathered ki in his hand, ready to kill the human where he stood but Bardock dared to place his hand over the other's arm and demanded the king stop.

"It looks like you all could use some help." A soft, friendly voice came from the man. "My name is Gohan. My home is not far from here. Why don't you come with me and I'll help you treat that boy."

The adults were shocked by this offer of aid; even Raditz was surprised to an extent. Kakarot just looked up at the human, Gohan, a confused but interested look on his face.

"What should we do?" Bardock murmured lowly to the king in their native language. Normally, he would hardly care what the ruler had to say on any matter; however, Prince Vegeta was badly hurt. As a father, Bardock empathized and left the call up to the king.

King Vegeta did not answer with words. He picked up his son and stood, glowered at the Earthling in front of them, but merely walked forward. Gohan then led them to his mountain home. The king was worried, but he knew Vegeta would recover quickly with proper treatment. They all would, and then they could discuss their next moves and regroup.

King Vegeta kept vigil over his son; the prince slept in the old man's bed, bandages wrapped around his head. His breathing, which had been rapid and shallow, started to even out. Although the king knew their Saiyan genes would speed up the boy's recovery, there was no telling what permanent damage he'd sustained. It wasn't like they had a regeneration tank on this backwater world. No, their first aid was much more primitive.

This Gohan fellow at least knew how to do that, but the king was impatient. If they had to wait for Vegeta to heal it would be a while before he could go anywhere - or at least that was what he told himself. Bardock and Raditz took to investigating the new world they were on, to see how far this stretch of wilderness lasted, where the major cities were situated. Their reconnaissance helped paint a picture for the king to start planning for the future. Even Gohan offered up information, some which the leader considered classified, like where the wealthiest family on Earth lived, and the technology they had created.

The old man was foolish, too trusting, and believed the Saiyans to be harmless travelers - sort of. He saw their spacecrafts and knew they weren't from this world, but he admitted that not many people on Earth believed aliens even existed. Gohan, though, had trusted them and invited them all to stay while Vegeta healed and they figured out their next steps.

Their transparency to this man was very unsettling to the royal.

A groan escaped his son and King Vegeta came to his feet, instantly by the prince's side. Despite the furrowed brow and clenched teeth, nothing gave a hint that Little Vegeta was awake. Eventually, the wave of pain passed and the little boy relaxed into the bed, his breathing even once again. The king released an impatient huff and rested his chin on his hand. This was going to be a long night.

Of course, King Vegeta was concerned for the boy's health and wellbeing, but he also saw his son as a weapon. He was no fool. He knew that his son was the key to defeating Frieza. They needed his power if they were ever going to avenge their people. Even the psychic third-class had said so. There was no way that Frieza hadn't destroyed Planet Vegeta. The Saiyan race was most likely extinct unless the few soldiers the king sent on their way had followed through with his suggestion. Vengeance against the lizard for their world and people…that was the reason the king escaped with Vegeta.

The boy better make it through the night.

Vegeta did survive the night, but remained unconscious for several weeks as his brain slowly healed itself. In that time, Bardock and Gine told the human whose house they had taken over what had happened, who they were, and where they were from. Despite learning that Vegeta and his son were the king and prince of their race, it did little to deter the man's friendliness and attempts at conversation with the bitter, angry ruler. King Vegeta's disrespectful demeanor hardly bothered Gohan, and he continued to share his home and resources with them. Bardock and Raditz took to fishing for large creatures, hoping to be less of a burden on their gracious host. This way, they could eat their fill and give something back to Gohan as well.

Kakarot seemed to really like Gohan, but he was so little he could hardly form words. Gine was thankful to the man for keeping her baby occupied. The one blessing the mother could see about this world was that it was a chance for Kakarot to grow up surrounded by peace instead of violence, unlike his older brother. Chances were, he wouldn't remember much of what was going on to begin with.

The king returned to his son's bedside one the evening after reluctantly training with Bardock - considering there was no other Saiyan around who was strong enough to test and improve his skills. This was going to be a long and frustrating process, training his son in such easy conditions. Unless they found a way to repair the ships.

That same evening, the king felt was relieved when his son started to stir.

Little Vegeta moaned in pain and gripped his head as he sat up, eyes still closed. His brow was creased in pain, but eventually it subsided enough that the child prince could finally open his eyes.

"You're all right," the king spoke softly before the prince opened his dark eyes.

"I'm feeling worse for wear," the child scoffed before he fully awakened. Dark eyes fell on the king, but instead of the normally stoic expression that usually remained on the child's face, there was nothing but fear and confusion.

King Vegeta was perplexed by the thought that his son seemed afraid of him. "Vegeta?"

"V-Vegeta," the prince stammered nervously. "W-Who is that?"

Shock flooded the king's system, and terror soon started to follow suit. Vegeta didn't remember who his father was, who he was? How was that even possible? Rationale came back a fraction of a second later. With it came the knowledge of rumors the king had heard rumors of Saiyan children experiencing near fatal head injuries and then succumbing to full-blown memory loss. Some didn't even remember being Saiyans.

King Vegeta's expression grew grim as his son started to panic, and a disgusted sneer appeared on his face. No matter what the situation, the prince should at least have been able to retain his pride and dignity. This little warrior who had gone to Frieza asking for tougher work was now acting like no more than a skittering child, and it wore on the king's patience.

"You're my son, Vegeta," the king reminded him, "named after me. You were in an accident that has taken away your memories. You will be fine, though, and then once you've recovered we can begin training to kill the monster who destroyed our race."

"W-Wha-?" Vegeta got out before his body tensed up. "N-No…I don't understand. Who are you? What are you saying? Who am I? Where am I?"

Fear and confusion caused the prince to get so worked up that his power spiraled out of control. The king blinked, surprised. Energy crackled around the boy, the pressure caused a strong wind-like gust. Vegeta's power was uncontrolled and dangerous, something that shocked the king to his very core. The prince always had such impeccable control over his ki. The king grabbed Vegeta, ignoring the punches and kicks he received as the boy tried to fight him off and raced outside, far away from the human's little shack. The room was already in shambles…destroyed.

Getting Vegeta out of the structure was easy, but getting him to calm down was next to impossible. King Vegeta tossed his son down to the ground. The child wrapped his arms around himself, then gripped his head in his hands. He curled into the fetal position; his powerful energy created craters around him as he hyperventilated. The older Saiyan watched his offspring with a heavy heart, dismayed by this reaction.

There was only one thing he could do. The king administered a well-placed strike to the back of Vegeta's neck and effectively knocked him out.

Bardock and Raditz returned from their exploration and felt the torrential energy surge. They rushed to the scene and saw their prince lying unconscious on the ground. The two looked to the king to answer their unspoken question.

"He sustained damage from the crash. His memories are virtually nonexistent. All of them."

"All of them?" Raditz repeated, his voice full of shock. He looked down at Vegeta, someone he had become fairly close to over the past couple of years through training.

"Not even his name or who I am," the king elaborated. "I tried to explain, and then he panicked. His control over his energy is completely gone as well, it seems. He's dangerous and volatile."

The third-class, Bardock, grimaced and looked at the young boy with pity in his eyes. It wasn't Vegeta's fault this happened, but Bardock's visions were clear. Vegeta and Kakarot would be the ones to end Frieza one day, and that hadn't changed even after the prince had lost his memories. "Maybe the next time he wakes, he'll be more apt to listen."

"No." King Vegeta's voice boomed out and caused Raditz to stumble back. Bardock didn't flinch, merely crossed his arms and met the king's wrathful gaze. "You will not remind Vegeta of his heritage, at least not now." The man cast his eyes down over his son and sneered. "He could destroy us all if his power skyrockets like that again."

In a show of complete cruelty, the king walked away and left his unconscious son in the crater. He looked back only to growl a heartless word. "Useless."

Once the king had left, Bardock retrieved the prince and cradled the child in his arms. He looked so young and fragile in that moment, face lax now but tears staining his face. Unfortunately, Bardock had to agree with the king. Vegeta couldn't handle the truth right now. He returned to the small house, where Gohan waited outside. The old man's normally friendly eyes were filled with pure concern for the prince. "Goodness!" he exclaimed as his eyes met Bardock's. "Is there anything you need for him?"

"No," Bardock declined. He looked to Raditz and said, "Go find your mother. She's better at this sort of thing. If he wakes up, she'll know how to handle it."

Raditz wanted to question his father, but bit his tongue. "Alright, Dad. I'll get her."

After the boy left, Gohan tried to provide a solution for after the prince finally awoke and settled. "You could always talk to your leader about raising the boy as an Earthling for now." The Saiyan gawped at the man for his radical suggestion. "There will always be time to train, time to teach him, and I even know someone who could train Vegeta the Earthling way."

"Thanks for the suggestion, old man," Bardock sighed. But it isn't that simple.

"It's no trouble," Gohan offered, pleasant as ever. Actually, the man quite liked having these Saiyans around. He had lived for so long by himself that their arrival and presence had made his life much livelier since his training days. Gohan especially enjoyed chasing Little Kakarot around. The baby was full of so much energy it was a wonder the parents weren't completely exhausted.

Later in the evening, after Bardock got the prince settled in and left him with Gine, the psychic went to talk to the king. King Vegeta stood outside and stared up at the sky. The man looked utterly defeated, and Bardock had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. It wasn't like the prince was dead, just...different. Eventually he'd be able to handle and understand the truth. For now, Gohan's idea didn't seem so bad. So, he voiced it and then waited for the king's reaction.

It went pretty much as expected.

"You can do what you want regarding training and raising your own boys," the hiss came, "but I will handle my son my way."

Although the king didn't elaborate, there really wasn't a need to. By "handling it," the royal meant he would pretend that none of this had happened. For now, he planned to let Vegeta grow up on Earth with no knowledge of his heritage and history, and then he would drop the bomb on him when he was older and could reason more. Right now, he was nothing but a useless whelp, anyway.

Of course, the king would never admit that before the third-class came to him, he was already planning to raise Vegeta as an Earthling for the time being until he could handle the truth of his origins.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this first taste into my new story. The next chapter will be posted shortly! For updates and more information about this story and my other projects please remember to follow me here, on DeviantArt, and on Tumblr. Thank you all for your interest and support ^^