Uncrowned King

by Brytni

Vegeta, the Uncrowned King of an dwindling race never truly attained his rightful title. Over time, the warrior's keen eyes glazed over his present while thinking of the past; he saw no one fitting of the prideful title of Saiyan, until her. A hybrid, an impurity, a Queen fit for a King. *Pan and Vegeta*

1. Chapter One

A/n: Do enjoy my returning story and yes 'Change' will continue. I missed y'all!

I don't own anything from DB, DBZ, DBGT or DB Super.

Trunks: 17

Goten: 16

Marron: 16

Bulla: 13

Uub: 15

Pan: newborn

Chapter one: Birth of a Queen

Blood sky and matching terrain, that was home to many, that was Planet Vegeta. Saiyan's flew in abundance, battles occurred above and below, they mated in secretcy and created more of pure-breeds. They had an army, servants, friends even.. all lost in a second. A snap of fingers; a red ball from his grey palms leaving in it's wake specks of dust in the blank canvas of the universe. He was an tyrant and Vegeta was nothing but a well mannered monkey for Freiza's bidding.

A Prince without honour and then, without a race.

Over time, they interacted. More Saiyans survived the genocide however all were corrupted, Frieza lived on even after years of silence and then death. He bloomed within the blacken hearts of the survivors expect three, the last of the warrior race.

Vegeta attained a new purpose here on Earth. A mudball of a planet became his resting ground and then second homeland. An easy conquest transformed into the land of his offsprings, impure beings but the Prince was contented with rivaling strength and a woman at his side. Vegeta trained daily with a need to go beyond, more so after Goku bid another farewell with the reincarnation of Marjin Buu; greed on the mind of the pure hearted Saiyan, blinding him of the near future. The elder Saiyan however lived an homeostatic lifestyle, until the birth of her,

A true Saiyan.

Three years after Goku's departure..

Annoyance painted the Prince face, forever to be viewed by the world but ignored by his woman. Bulma shouted over the mixture of people, familiar faces itched in nervousness and professionals held a static apparences awaiting the wealthy, blue-headed genius orders. Strangely, her purpled root offsprings held a corner in silence, their crystalized hues catching unwanted attention— just like the rest of Earth's protectors minus one, all pilled into the living space.

As the still glamorous woman noticed everyone's focus on her, she addressed the crowd in a power only she can exhibit.

"Okay, so Videl is currently screaming her lungs out in the west wing," Bulma pressed a small button to her right and a bot appeared almost instantaneously, "Doctors, please follow and aid with this situation and remember, this is a special case."

With strict nods they filtered out of the room and the aging woman sighed, rubbing her temples.

"Eighteen, we could really use your assistance in there. ChiChi is with them as well," Bulma jestered after the doctors, "She's murdering Gohan's hand. Give him a break will you?" the Android stood with a small chuckled teasing her lips and immedately follow without an argument. Bulma could only wish her children and Vegeta would mirror her.

On her heels Bulma spun, pointing at Trunks, Goten, Marron and Bulla, "I swear to Kami, Popo and Dende if you leave while all this," she waved her hands madly around, "is going on, you'll will be seeing King Yama shortly."

The younglings rebuttal was contained by a glare and shouting from the World's Greatest Champ himself.

"LET ME GO! DON'T YOU HEAR MY DAUGHTERS SCREAMING? SHE NEEDS ME!"

Krillin, Puar and Oolong strain to withhold the loud man, a grandfather to be, yet still with a child's mindset. The remaining crowd sweat drop at the scenery while Vegeta's fist tighten, his eyelid twitched more so when Videl screams were heard again.

"Shut up!" the Namekian released a small ki blast in Mr. Satan direction, millimeters from his head. His eyes burst out comically at Piccolo's actions and then a stir of emotions exited the man in waves, not even Bulma's shouting, Yamacha's reasoning nor Piccolo's threats quiet him. Even the younglings intervened, attempting to calm the obnoxiously loud man.

Vegeta's gloved hand sparked a bright yellow— a trademark of Super Saiyan strength as the volume as well as, pitch of speaking increase. The Prince wanted nothing more to stay in solitude but the woman nagged and insisted, aggravating him to no end. Now he was in a mist of senseless noise, the Saiyan couldn't handle it and for the first time in hours the Prince spoke as his eyes coloured in teal and his gravity defying, updraft flicker in gold.

Slowly, he raised a glowing palm at the crowd and the ki blast enlargen and approached the group like a crazied man. Heat felt on the backs of Earth's protectors silence and separated them; the crowd parted like the Red Sea with Vegeta stalking through, stopping at the tip of the now, humble grandfather to be, nose.

"Get out."

Mr. Satan's mouth open for a spilt second but the ki blast grew and so did his eyes. Scampering towards the exit, he sat outside the door in silence, like a child in punishment. As the blast dissipated, Vegeta held a palm up at Bulma, returning into peace and quiet without interruption. He couldn't bare with the woman's complaints at the moment.

Then Videl scream was heard and a baby's cried echoed through the walls. A new ki was felt amongst all, a Saiyan was born.

And her name was Pan.

Vegeta twitched unnoticeably as the crowd rushed towards the newborn and the newly parents. His mind felt a presence, an invasion but he only saw a woman behind his closed eyelids. Vegeta saw a Saiyan, he saw her in years to come,

He saw his Queen.

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