Disclaimer: Ever tried to obtain blood from a rock? You'd have more luck with that than trying to obtain money from me. I don't own Dragonball, so don't sue :D

A/N: This is going to be a long story if it's proved to be any good. Takes place after Dragonballz, and is set in the Otherworld. gt never existed as far this story is concerned, mainly because I didn't like the series one bit. Warnings for character death, likely profanity, and later sex.
Basically, something strange is happening in Otherworld and it's Vegeta's turn in the spotlight as he is the best fighter available. More will be revealed later.

Prologue

It was a pleasant summer afternoon and a dappled sunlight filtered through a willow tree, falling across the worn features of the resting Saiyan Prince. A child's laughter could be heard in the background and was accompanied by the cheerful murmur of old friends and family.

Set up across the front lawn of Capsule Corporation was an assemblage of tables, food, and people. Small bots served drinks to the guests whilst a larger robot voraciously manned the barbecue.

At 116 years Vegeta had outlived the majority of the Z-fighters, his son was in his 85th year and his daughter, 76. Trunks had long since passed ownership of CC to his own daughter, and Bra was also a proud parent and grandmother.

For the past couple of decades, life for Vegeta had been simple and uneventful, he was well used to human customs and traditions but they always failed to bring the Saiyan anywhere near the same joy being on the battlefield had.

Since Majin Buu's defeat sixty years ago the Earth had yet to have encountered the same level of danger. Vegeta's last call to battle had been two decades ago and with Kakarott's disappearance years before that, Vegeta had been Earth's primary defender. At 96 Vegeta had ceased to be in his prime, however, the power of the enemy had been similar to that of imperfect Cell's, and Vegeta had dealt with the menace with almost perfect ease.

The celebration of his victory had been short lived though, as age had caught up with his wife, Bulma, and Vegeta lost the one person whom had provided him with reasons to stay on Earth after Cell's defeat all those years before.

Vegeta had carried on however, watching as his family aged and grew around him, training his body until it became an impossibility and all he could manage was routine exercise to keep himself as healthy as possible.

He felt a sort of amusement at how his life had turned out. Once upon a time, Vegeta had envisioned himself as grand, immortal conqueror of the universe, but that had been an idea that had died with Frieza. Now here he was, living an almost human life and, despite his upbringing and everything he had once aimed for, he now felt no regrets.

He wondered what awaited him in Otherworld, the last time he had died he'd expected an eternity in hell but had lucked out due to being vital to the continuation of the universe. Maybe Yemma would grant him approval for heaven this time. He'd be able to find Bulma and the others. Either way he'd get to experience existence as a spirit and he wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Surely it wouldn't be too bad, after all he had managed in his current relic of a body for so long. Only one way to find out, he figured. It was time.

Vegeta opened his eyes and turned his head to look at his legacy, his family. They all had a tendency to slack, he mused, but they had potential and could pull through on the clutch. He smiled.

With one last breath his life force left his body and Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans and last of a great warrior race, died.

A/N: I'm just about to upload the first chapter. Reviews are lovely.