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Vegeta: Why? I don't want to!

Me: SAY IT!

Vegeta: NO! SHUT UP! You are not my master.

Me: And what does that mean, Vegeta?

Vegeta: YOU DON'T OWN ME, THE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS!

Me: Why are you so sure about it?

Vegeta: BECAUSE YOU, WILDVEGETA, DON'T EVEN OWN DRAGON BALL Z! Akira Toriyama owns it, and all its characters. HA! TAKE THAT, YOU FOOL!

Me: Thank you

Vegeta: Wh- Oh, BLAST! I HATE YOU!

King Yemma looked at him with what he recognized as pure hatred and disapproval.

"Don't think that saving millions will get you out of Hell, Vegeta. You may have sacrificed yourself to save an entire planet, but you didn't even save ten percent of what you killed when you were younger."

He nodded. He knew it. It wasn't fair; he didn't even know what he was doing. He was a tormented child, for Kami's sake! 'I'd like to see you being tortured by a lizard since you are 5 years old. I'd like you see you trying to stand up from a pool of your own blood only to find out your legs won't answer. I'd absolutely love to see your mind being eaten by years of torment, and then, I'd be marveled to see you not doing as you are told' he thought. He didn't mention it, though. Prince of all Saiyans or not, he was in the afterlife, where he was no longer in command.

He didn't sacrifice himself to go to heaven, though. Piccolo had told him his soul would go straight to Hell. He knew it, he wouldn't complain. He did it because he had to do it. That fool of Kakkarot had done it before. He was a hero.

Besides, his family was there, alive. And he wouldn't let them die.

"Follow me, please" a young alien woman said. He sighed and followed her.

He began to wonder if Hell was really as bad as they said it was. An eternity of suffering… He had gone through it already. He was not scared. Only one little awful feeling hit him: Not being able to see Bulma until they gathered the dragonballs. THAT if they DID want him back, which he doubted.

"…Understood?" He snapped out of it. He just nodded, not knowing what he was supposed to understand. The alien woman nodded once and sighed. "Listen, I've seen what you've gone through and I know your life wasn't that good. I'll try to talk to King Yemma… Just try not to feel too… bad. They can't really do anything to you. Ok?"

They? Who were they?

And then it hit him. THEY were there. ALL of them. Frieza, Zarbon, Dodoria, the Ginyu Force, Cell, Nappa, Radditz, all the Saiyans… His father. He stepped back a little bit, knowing he was going to see them all again, but not quite prepared to do it.

"All… of them?" he whispered, almost unwillingly. She seemed to understand and put a hand on his shoulder. "All I can tell you right now is that Cell is chained in the deepest jail of Hell, were not even the Kais could get out of, along with a few of the men that used to work with Frieza" the name sent shivers down his spine "Apart from that, it's been very, very calmed. Saiyans have been getting along with the others and Frieza and his men are quite calm, too. I don't think your arrival will cause any change. Many years have passed, Vegeta"

Many years had passed. But he remembered every single bit of every single moment. And he was not prepared to face his past once again.