Summary: The story has changed when the queen of all Saiyans, Rosicheena, escapes from Planet Vegeta with her youngest son, Tarble. Watch how a mother changes the outcomes of her son's future.

A/N: Came up with this idea from another DBZ fanfic with a similar what-if premise and another DBZ fanfic focusing on Tarble, but I ensure you that my idea is still different from its inspirations.

"Rosicheena, you need to leave here with Tarble!" King Vegeta told his wife. He turned away from her, knowing that she won't react positively to his demand and he was right about it.

Her reaction is what he has predicted. "What?! No, I can't leave you!" She shook her head in distress. "What about our eldest son, Vegeta?!"

"He's fine, Rosicheena, and I admit I have no choice but to give Vegeta to Frieza because I don't have a choice despite your objections to this."

Still, she refuses and objects. "No!" Her objections and stubbornness are two of her weakessess. "If you're going to get Vegeta back, I'll stay and help you-EEP!" She shrieked as he grabbed her shoulders and glared straight to her eyes. Beautiful amethyst eyes meets cold black eyes and it seems to be a long time before one of them spoke.

"My queen, you can't be here! I can't risk losing you." King Vegeta carefully chosen his words. "I remember dearly on how you felt scared of Frieza at first sight! So, I can't risk you having near him again!" He closed his hardened eyes and pulled Rosicheena close his body. "I need you to understand, my Queen. I loved you very dearly and never wanted to leave your side!"

Rosicheena closed her eyes and touched her Husband's back to have him know that she understands. She knew that he dearly loved her after remembering that he saved her during the war with the Tuffles and how he has asked her to marry him. Soon after, neither of them wants to leave each other and can't risk losing each other.

King Vegeta lowered his head giving Rosicheena a small kiss on her forehead, lingering to catch the scent of his wife one last time before their separation. His hand reached up to her face, caressing her cheek, taking every detail he ever taken for granted. It was surprising to many on how he felt for the most beautiful female saiyans on the planet. They know he saved her from being killed and even more surprisely, that after remembering her, he asked her to marry him and she accepted his proposal.

Rosicheena parted her lips slightly as her husband's left hand traced her lips and closed her eyes as he lowered his head to capture them. She gave out a sigh as she felt her other hand carressing her back and lifting her up. The Saiyan King had her at eye level now. While her eyes are closed, his eyes were opened with tears that he fought back. He nipped on her lower lip to have access and she happily gave it to him. However, as soon as she touched his tongue entering, she felt herself swallow something, and gasped at him with hurt eyes.

"I'm sorry, Rosicheena!" He quietly said to her as he kissed her one more time before she lost consciousness. "I love you!" He muttered to her lips and Rodicheena barely registered his words as darkness fills her eyes.

He held her one more time in his arms, hardly knowing his tears now flowing down from his eyes to her face. The open pod on the ground holds their youngest son, Prince Tarble, who is fast asleep and wrapped in a blanket. He was born with a very low power level, which caused the Saiyan King to come to a decision to send him away. He didn't know what the future might have in store for his eldest son, though he might forgive his father due to their strong bond with each other. The male Saiyan carefully placed his wife beside their infant son gently. He ruffled his newborn son's hair carefully. "Take care of her, Tarble, my son!" He knew that his wife had objected to having Tarble sent away, but at least, she'll be at his side. Pushing the pod's door down, the Saiyan King pushed the glowing green light on the side, taking a few steps back before it blasted off.

"Goodbye!" The make Saiyan said as his hands clenched and his tears fall hard down. All of the choices he made for his family were for their safety. Soon after, he let out a growl.

"Frieza, you'll have your day!" Then, he walked off.

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