Tarble, the Forgotten Prince

by KakarotTheDoctor

Due to unspeakable circumstances, Tarble appeares, 2 years before Raditz. Little sibling to Vegeta, Tarble is running away from his past. Banished for his weak power level, how will Tarble overcome the last survivors of his race, Frieza, Cell or the even terrors beyond Buu? Or how will he be able to destroy the insanity that he knows he must one day conquer, or surcome to?

1. The Arrival of Tarble

DISCLAIMER; I do not own DBZ, Dragon Ball, or DBZGT (Thank Kami, or Dende or Supreme Kai)

I am Tarble, former Prince

Tarble POV

Such a beautiful planet! The far reaching grass, far across the horizon, landscape so smooth and flawless. I looked behind me. All except for the deep, not very large space pod-created hole. I walked a little farther to examine all around me. Nothing. Just the majestic, magical, red, orange, yellow combination sunset, and the clean, even, yet all-natural, dew-filled grass. Perfect. I fell back on the ground, in a way no prince should, and began to make grass-angels, dirtying my armor that must have been taken off years ago. I finally stopped and put my folded hands behind my head, as I lay there, and put my left knee crunched up, my sole on the ground and my right leg swung casually over it, swaying comtemptly. Just like my chestnut-brown tail that is to my right, also on the earth, the tip moving up and down slightly, from the air, back.

My scouter beeped. I let out a huff and pressed the button on my right ear. A strong power level, coming here fast. I only had time to get up, brush my armor off as best I could and wrap my tail around my slender waist. I crossed my arms and waited. I was looking up at the sky trying to get my 'Saiyan' mode on. Then, seemingly out of nowhere a Namekian, wearing a white turban, landed right in front of me.

"Hello!" I said cheerfully before mentally face palming myself .so much for Saiyan. The Namek grunted before asking.

"Who are you?" He crossed his own arms his deep voice slightly scared me. He knows. He must. I checked my scouter for his power level. 300. At least I could out-run him.

"WHO are you." He said losing his patience, getting louder. He looked down at my tail, which I was tightening around myself. He grabbed it and my whole self froze. The Namek showed his fangs and smiled. No. He has me. They've found me. My heart started to beat a mile a minute. My breathing was hitched and I was soon deprived of all my oxygen. And he saw this.

"Sensitive are we?" he said with a dark smile. I mentally sent out a message. Help! This is Prince… Vegeta, a Namek has taken hostage of my tail, only recently grown back, still weak. I request assistance immediately! Thankfully I also have the ability to speak to all saiyans within a light-year. Royale genes pay off for some things.

Goku POV

I was just playing with my new son. The newest Son, Gohan. He walked with ease, chasing a butterfly near the forest, happy as can be. He walked with ease despite being only 1, Almost 2. I just sat on the soft hill, hair blowing in the breeze and watched Gohan without a care in the universe. Then a message was heard. As soon as it finished, I was overcome with emotions I never knew I knew how to feel. Bloodlust. Vegeta. That name triggered such feeling in me I was frightened for a moment. I quickly grabbed Gohan and called for nimbus. I jumped in the air and sped home. I did not knock; I simply broke the door, kicking it like some S.N.A.T team or whatever it's called. I rushed upstairs to see Chi Chi on the bed, eyes closed, asleep. Gohan continued to cry, but I ignored it as I had the whole way. Chi Chi, turned over, on her side and I put Gohan in bed beside her. He continued to bawl. No choice then. I moved my hands in a hypnotic way, back, forth, over, back, forth, over. He immediately was put in a deep slumber, thumb in mouth, and tail in fist. A little trick I picked up from Master Roshi back at the Budokai Tenkaienchi tournament. I called for nimbus again and flew towards where my instincts told me.

Tarble POV

The Namekian had still refused to let go of my tail. Then, almost instantaneous, someone, a Saiyan, crashed into him. Was that a cloud? Something yellow just flew up. All I knew was, I was free I feel to my knees and spit. Some Namek. I stood up and brushed off my spandex pants, before looking over to see the Namekian and … Saiyan? But he has no tail? Whatever, I'm not one to judge. I'm just grateful. The two were fighting, the palm tree haired one, clearly winning. He managed to kick the turban-dressed one into the sky, before jumping after him and hammering him down. The other Saiyan stayed in the air, above the Namekian before running out of energy and falling right after him. I jumped in the air and caught the disoriented Saiyan, mid-air bridal style. I gingerly set him down and took off my scouter. Popping off the ear piece and tinkering with it for a little, I realized it was not broken. The tailless Saiyan, dressed in a dusty orange GI, had a power level that had spiked to over a thousand. Now it's 300.

(A/N) Boring at first but I PROMISE, Awesomeness will soon come. My first SERIOUS fanfiction. I feel Tarble is overlooked and I'm going to change that. REVIEW!