(Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, as always.)

Summary: Dragon balls have one purpose on Earth- to grant wishes. Some may use it for immortality, some for money and power, some eternal youth, but mostly they are used for life, but when they lack their creator, their power cannot bring people back from the dead because the dragon balls aren't even there anymore. Somehow, Vegeta breaks the rule of not staying six feet under, and you can tell it will change history. AU begins during {future?} Android Saga then branches out from there.

Prologue:

. . . .

It stung as the blasts pierced his flesh. Over and over again they shot, each time hitting their target. Even though he was a Super Saiyan, he stood no chance, and the others were worse off than himself. Normally he wouldn't mind the thought of dying, but since the Namekian was no longer with them, the dragon balls would be no use to anyone, not even for a decoration on your front lawn. The Prince scowled deeply at that thought. The dragon balls were nothing now; no more wishes; no more trips from death. He was finished. They all were if they didn't survive, and the creeping, cold feeling came upon the Saiyan Prince, and he concluded he was going to die... Again. He was positive, and the tin cans above him only added to his conclusion.

They extended their hands down and the world lit up in a blinding flash. He was going to die, and this time there was no magical reset button. Before he let death take him, a feeling long shoved down rose to the surface as a familiar face appeared in his sight. Bright blue eyes accompanied the unique blue shade of the earth woman's hair. He was leaving her for the last time. Hm, that thought bothered him a lot more than he thought it would.

Coldness expanded from his heart, and the brightness faded. He was heading for Hell no doubt, but he didn't want to leave her, and whatever squishy thing she carried- Trunks was his name, his brain slowly pieced together. He had a son that he could have cared less about, but now, as death began to carry him away, he realized how asinine his indifference toward them truly was. Of course he wouldn't admit his epiphany aloud to anyone. In fact, he barely said it to himself, and he discovered it when he was on his last legs, so it didn't matter.

How much of a moron could he be? He might be as much as one as Kakarot. Okay, perhaps not that bad, but he had always been, uh, "emotionally constipated" since his younger years, so he couldn't quite put feelings into words other than telling someone he was going to kill them. He knew that wouldn't work in a situation like this, even though he tried to kill the woman and her friends once or twice, he couldn't really remember how many times exactly. Actually, he didn't even remember why he was thinking at all.

Yeah, he may have developed feelings for the annoyance, but he shouldn't care at all any more. It was far too late anyway. This was the end for the Saiyan Prince. Oh, how he gave his last thoughts over to his family. He paused. Family, he could of liked the sound of that if he had time to enjoy it, but once again, it was out of his hands. If he had a choice, he'd be back. He wouldn't do it for himself this time. He would do it to finish the Androids, to save the people of Earth, to protect his family, and maybe show that he wasn't something to be thrown in the trash.

But it was mainly for Bulma and Trunks. He left them to the Androids. They were left to the over sized toasters that had way too much power in their hands. Granted Kakarot was alive, barely, but everyone knew he wasn't going to last much longer. That damn heart virus almost took him out, but the woman's quick decision- well more like rash decision- let the other full-blood live for a little longer. He was hooked up to some machines the Prince couldn't place, waiting to die basically. The Prince's scowl deepened at the other's fate. The moron succumbed to a heart virus and not the Prince himself. He promised Kakarot that he would be the one to end him.

He thought the reason for his anger was being unable to defeat the other in combat, but his feelings intervened again. At least Vegeta could die in combat, he could die doing what he loved, but Kakarot would never get that chance. Wow, death was making him such a sap, and he would have grunted in annoyance, if his mouth had not refused to work. If his last death was this, he was glad he didn't have to think about everything he has done in his life the next time. There wouldn't be a next time, though, the Prince's mind bit out at him.

He now leaves behind Earth and his loved ones. Bulma and Trunks were left, and whoever else managed to escape, which Vegeta could only think would be absolutely no one, except maybe Kakarot's brat, if he was really fortunate, but the Prince couldn't picture the kid living, only because everyone else was taken.

. . . .

Dark eyes cracked open abruptly, and the owner of the eyes inhaled deeply. It was like agony when air filled his lungs, and he couldn't help the groan that followed the intake. After another sharp and painful breath, he shifted his body, fingers digging into the dirt beside him as they went toward his face. He flipped himself onto his back, grunting upon just flipping over. He blankly stared overhead, wondering where he was and who he was. He was... His brain shut off for a moment, running to catch up with him. He narrowed his eyes. He was... dammit, who was he?

Then, something clicked in his head, and everything more or less flowed from there. He was Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans. He had ascended to a new level only achievable by him and another one of his race- Kakarot. Kakarot, known as Goku to the people of Earth, was currently disabled from fighting someone... No, something. The Androids were the threat to the Earth this time. It wasn't Frieza or his father, King Cold. It wasn't himself or the bald buffoon or that low class bushy haired wannabe Saiyan. These new enemies, these Androids, weren't someone to mess with or to flick a finger at and succeed. The Prince knew this; the how was the thing he didn't piece together yet.

He laid on his back, feeling a few drops of water land on his face. The Androids weren't something so easily destroyed. There wasn't simply an off switch or a grand move to finish them off and make them scrap metal again. They... Everyone was killed by these Android characters, and the Earth was under attack. The entire world- and the universe- was threatened, which meant that his family was in trouble.

Family? Since when did he use that world? Family... Family, he brain repeated until two faces sprung to mind, and two names matched each face. Bulma and Trunks. The pestering and nagging woman that he happened to take to bed, and the result was the young girl... No, Trunks was a boy- the Prince's son. They were in danger from the Androids, the heaps of metal that marked everything in their path. His brain slowed as he took in his surroundings and pushed himself to his feet.

Everything in the Androids' path was demolished, and a sinking feeling tightened the Prince's stomach. He was dead, he realized, but he didn't seem dead. His dark eyes narrowed in on his hands as he clenched them together, watching them move. He seemed well enough alive, maybe a little banged up, but it wasn't something he couldn't handle. He suffered through worse, but he could have sworn he was dead.

He thought everything was going to crap, and when shit hits the fan, well it sure hits it now doesn't it? The Prince grumbled to himself. He knew what death felt like, but he was alive. For what reason, he didn't have a clue. He thought he was lucky that they didn't get the chance to finish him off, but he didn't lean too much on that one. There was something he didn't know or he was thinking far too much into things. He chose to ignore his questions and skepticisms on the subject of him living. Instead, he gave one last look at the darkened midnight sky, face conveying his slight annoyance at the unknowing facts hanging around in the back of his head.

Then, he took to the air, flying toward Capsule Corp. He was going to visit someone- two someones actually. When his feet touched down outside the building, he could sense the woman and the boy inside. His lips almost rose some, but he squashed it with his accustomed scowl. He turned the handle, not bothering to knock, and he stepped through, heading into the direction of the two, whom were at the kitchen table. He reached the room and froze in his tracks. The two people before him were familiar, but not at the same time. They appeared to be older. The woman remained pretty much the same in looks, but frown lines were etched into her face.

The boy though was a different story. Last time the boy was a tiny baby in Bulma's arms, yet now he seemed to be a lot older, and when the Prince said older, he meant older. The kid, well maybe kid wasn't the best word, he was more like a teenager now, had straight purple hair. However, the boy's bright eyes looked exactly like the baby's- like Trunks'. No one moved when the two at the table finally noticed his presence. They merely stared, and the Saiyan Prince did the same back.

"Vegeta?" The woman asked softly, almost disbelieving, the Prince realized.

He raised a brow. "Who else would it be," he practically snapped at her. It was an accident, and he didn't really realize he did so until the words were out of his mouth. A scowl reached his face at his actions. Yeah, he may be covered in dirt, blood, and whatever else was all over him, but she should recognize his frigging face, right? That's what annoyed him the most about her question. Of course it was him!

Fortunately for him, Bulma just stood from her seat, not commenting on his attitude, and said. "I thought- Gohan saw you-"

Saw you die, he finished in his head the words she couldn't say. He did in fact die, then. He wasn't surprised at that. A smirk tilted up his mouth. "Well, I guess death can't keep me down..." He added on as if it was an afterthought, "and it shouldn't surprise you woman, I am the Saiyan Prince."

(This an idea that randomly came to mind, so I thought, why not write it down real quick. I may not further this story because of the other stories I'm working on, but if you want to see this continued just let me know, and I'll try to work on it. I'm also working on my other fanfictions, so I didn't give up on them. It's just that I need more time to write, but don't worry, I just took a break from the other stories, and I'll be back to them as soon as I can.)