Vegeta True Story

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This at first is angst, but it will light up. Its probably gonna be a series of fics if I can get out of this mound of home work. On with the fic.

          "You will be sentenced to the planet Earth for 50 years to repent for you're past deeds."

          And that is how my life here began. I lie to my family about it. I lie to my friends. I am forced to. I did many things that I am ashamed for. But the jail term ends in two days. That is all I have left to tell the people that I live with why and what I did. They don't know that I am an ice apparition. The only male one at that. They don't know that as a sayin royalty I look like a Neko, with ears, eyes, and tail. They don't know that I am one of the oldest things in the universe. They don't know me. Or who I really am. I never told them. That I can be a level fifteen super sayin. I let them live with the fact that Goku is the best, and I was obsessed with training. I loath training. They will know, by tomorrow. To leave this place, I have to use all my skill. Thievery, hacking, magic, fighting, all at once. They will most likely think that Kakrott is the one the villains want.. Is always is. That was the way it was suppose to be, but we changed that. Tarquin, my mentor and friend. Red, my best friend, and side kicks older sister. Raddiz, my side kick, and comic relief in all situations. We did things that changed every thing. Tarquin wasn't supposed to be born, nether was I. But we were.  Red is only half sayin, not full, and she is a general. These things weren't suppose to happen.

          Some one is knocking on my door. It must be Bulma, my mate. She is the one out of two people that like me here. But should I tell her?

          " Vegeta, what are you doing? I thought you were training." She looks worried. She hasn't seen my face so far, for I am sitting in the shadows. I am in my real form of the sayin royalty. She comes closer, I hear a surprised gasp from her. I stand and begin to speak.

          " Bluma", I use her fist name for probably the first time", I want to tell you some thing. I am really a forth level mage, and I don't real act the way you think I do." She wants to say some thing, but she can't her mouth is forming the word, but she is too scared to speak. I think I would be too. The man I have lived with for almost fifty years, is not really who I think is. I tell her every thing. But not to bore you, I won't re state it. I wait for her to do some thing. Even thought we split up more than five year ago, we never really did. I still live at Capsule Corps. And we still talk. Well she talks, and being the person I'm suppose to be, I listen and say nothing.

          "Vegeta, why didn't you tell us? We could have done some thing." Her voice is wavering.

" No. it would put you all in danger. People are after me, and some will not stop until I was dead or they were. In the form that you are use to, I would have no chance. They fought me when I was an immortal elf with the power to turn things to ice, and move at the speed of sound, with out making any. Kakrott would have not lasted a minuet. And we all be dead. In two day the Kai will come, and we will be forced to go on a  mission. The mission will include every thing I have learned over the year of my life." I finished my long explanation. " Don't tell until tomorrow." She look at me and smiles, but the tears are coursing down her face. Exposing her true feelings.

          " Vegeta", her voice is barley above a whisper." I beg of you, don't go."

          "I have to, I have no choice. If I stay here, then I will be once again punished. In all likely hoods, I will be killed. I will visit but you won't know it is me."

She nodded, look scared and confused. I change back to my supposed form, and we walk down stairs. We act the way the ways we always do. Bickering and yelling. I leave to go train some more, and she escapes to her lab. She might be fixing some thing, or building some thing new. She never stops, that's probably why we got married and had two kids. But thing stopped working and I moved into a different wing and room. Not to far if you think about, but the house is huge. So it kinda is. Night came and I walk back to my room. I can't sleep, but I try. As my mom said to me once when I was three, trying is not as good as doing, but it will work. I miss my mom. She never acted, or stopped fighting to be the best. She was the best of us all, but not really. No matter how hard she tried she never could make it up to my friends and mine level. Her name even described her. Warkly. The name of the sayin ancient protector. She was always ready to fight or take on the biggest, toughest thing alive. She was my role model for this form. But she is dead. A noble death though. Fighting for the home planet, Planet Vegeta. She was the real ruler of our home. Dad was just a front. Dad was a moron, a loveable moron, able to forgive and forget about the past. He loved to say, just get up , start again, and forget the past, it doesn't come back. I, as sayin genes go, was smart. It always misses a year. Like with Red, Raddiz, and Kakrott. Their father was a genius. They were idiots. Raddiz could do only math, but he did that extremely well. Red can only pass science. Kakrott, well I don't really know. I think about this until I fall in to a light slumber. What can Kakrott do well? (A/N As you see this is from Vegeta's POV. The next part will be from a narrators view. Flames will not be taken seriously, and this is my first fic so I need help.)