Authors Note:

I need to keep this short so… sorry that I have not updated in over a year… it's just been difficult for me as of late. But my life is now on tract; I am a college sophomore and am now ready to take on this story. Expect me to overhaul the other chapters and hope for the best!

Prologue

Loud, constant, pounding footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the prestigious halls of Capsule Corporation. The sources of these footsteps seemed so different yet so alike as they came into view. One, a young man with eyes as blue as the sky on the clearest summer's day whose lavender hair, of the silkiest texture, hung loose down to his lower back. The other, was a man who exuded darkness with eyes black as the farthest reaches of space, devoid of all light and hair that rose up like a crown of pitch black spikes upon his head. Through their differences both carried impossibly similar scowls and widows peak upon their almost identical faces. For the most part, they were dressed impeccably with an elegance that only royalty could command, they walked in sync with each other and with heads held high so that all may know of their power and tremble before them.

Vegeta could only look straight ahead as he kept in step with his only son. His only son who hated him with a passion whose fires seemed impossible to extinguish. How could he look into the eyes of this man, his son, his own flesh and blood, only to be received with a hate filled gaze that would grow stronger and stronger with every passing second? He could ask himself what would cause such a hatred to make a son despise his father… but why ask such a question when he already knew the answer. Though he had tried to reconcile for his sins, it seemed so pointless. How could he makeup for all those years of not being there for him before and after his divorce. He had always put his duties before his son, only now to hate himself for his mistakes. All the years of wear and tear on their relationship could not be forgotten in a day or a year it seemed. Vegeta only hoped that his son could put their past behind him and take up the role that was his birth right.

Vegeta had always been taught by his mother to put ones family before all else. But things had changed, situations arose, and sometimes, even the most important of things are put behind and forgotten only to be remember when it is too late. She had died, his home world had been destroyed by the likes of a monster and not even half of his people had survived. It was a miracle that all of the royal family with the exception of his beloved mother had survived along with the majority of the first class, some of the second class, and a handful of third class Saiyans. They had escaped the planet moments before their gorgeous home world was reduced to space dust, gasses, and chunks of floating rock in space. That was the end of a thriving civilization, but also the beginning of a new era that would become the most affluent ever known to the Saiyan race.

Those who were off planet and those who escaped the planet survived. They were the hope of a people to remain in existence. They traveled the universe in search of a new reality. During this time, children were born, life bloomed, and the Saiyan culture once again began to flourish. Their culture was never forgotten, only now put to better use. They became a technologically advanced civilization. They became stronger and smarter. Many accomplishments followed this new adaptive nature that the Saiyans had acquired. They truly became a race meant to survive the harshest conditions and the most destructive situations.

During this time of renewed life and new ideas, the first Super Saiyan in over five thousand years emerged, the Saiyan prince, Vegeta. Soon after, came a second. The second was one of the very, very few third class Saiyans that had survived, his name was Kakarott. Together, they were able to wreak their revenge upon those that had killed so many of their people and had destroyed their world. They killed the monsters that had attempted to destroy them all, destroyed their planet, and took control of all the possessions of the Cold Empire. Through these victories, they gained planets, technology, information, and more power than they ever though possible. They became the rulers of the known universe.

With all of the new power and knowledge their race had acquired in such a short time, they could conquer even more. The only problem was that they did not have a planet to reside on. A solution to this problem came quickly thanks in large part to their newly acquired technology. The Saiyan's created a new world, a new planet, a home base. It resembled the original planet Vegeta in its size, vegetation, and animal life in many ways, but it was not the original as those the majority remembered. What had happened never was to be forgotten, so they named the planet Neo Vegeta.

For all they had gained, they were envied by many and both enjoyed being envied and hated it. Because of this jealousy and the need to keep control over what they had acquired, they became diplomats in a since, to get what they wanted out of other people with less loss of their own people. Though the Saiyans tried to become diplomatic, their true nature could never be hidden. The bloodlust that ran rapid through their veins needed to be satisfied the only way it could be. They used killing and threats as a way to persuade people. There were constant squalls between the Saiyans and others that dared to try their power. The Saiyans would always win and revel in the fight. The only difference was a paper trail that would lead to and from the problems. Only one planet was free of their minor tyranny, Earth.

One company was to blame, or to thank, for the freedom Earth enjoyed, Capsule Corporation. Together, along with the compliance of many world governments, treaties were signed and the Saiyans and Earthlings became somewhat friendly. The rushed marriage of Prince Vegeta with the heiress to Capsule Corp., Bulma Briefs, under suspicious terms which resulted in the birth of a child five months later also added to the bond between the two peoples. Before this marriage came to an expected end, another child also came into the picture. These children grew up to become heirs to both the most power race in the universe and to the most powerful corporation in the universe. They contained a blessed mixture of good looks, intelligence, and strength. The only problem was that the oldest, from whom the most was expected, did not want to control the universe, he didn't even want to acknowledge his father.

The two men stopped before a set of large and elaborate glass doors, only to have to face each other.

"Now boy, I know that we haven't talked for some time now."

"Yes father," said Trunks with satirical tone, "I heard you made hit on the royal family of

P3X-453. I believe that it was called planet Saur'in."

"They made threats to us; we had to take care of them," said Vegeta as if it were nothing important. You see, for him, it was nothing more than politics.

"So you just did the easy thing and killed off their king," said Trunks with disgust.

"At least you've been keeping track of the business of the Empire that is your birthright."

"Bra told me. You very well know that I have no interest in your 'Empire' as you, grandfather, and every other Saiyan does. It is just a front for your lust for murder and power." He could only gaze into his father's dark eyes in frustration at his actions. "I've told you never to count on me to continue your work. Your track record when dealing with living things is too low for my liking so keep your filthy 'Empire' away from Bra and I. I don't want to see her hurt or killed because of her involvement with your side of the family. You've caused us enough problems, we don't need anymore."

"You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for me. I am your father and so such deserve your respect. If any other were to speak to me in such a tone they would..." Vegeta could not finish his sentence before Trunks cut him off.

"They would what? They wouldn't be standing here. They wouldn't have even lasted this long? They would be killed, slaughtered, or even tortured? Is that it father?" Trunk's spat each word with all of the pain, hatred, and scorn he reserved for his father.

"This goes beyond your hatred of me. This is over my head. It is your duty as my heir to follow my footsteps and rule after me," said Vegeta as he walked out the doors towards a car waiting for him in front of Capsule corp., "I am getting tired of all this. If you do not obey me, let's see if my father can talk some sense into that thick head of yours." Vegeta's voice slowly became more and more cold and demanding, "As you know, he will be arriving here tonight. Your aunt Veda will be accompanying him on his trip." Vegeta opened the door to the car and turned back towards Trunks, "she is still as immature as Bra only twice times her age. The king will expect you to keep an eye on her while she is here unless she does not already have a keeper."

"Doubt it father, they don't last more than a few hours with her. She is the only good thing about being related to you," said Trunks as Vegeta got into the car that was waiting for him.

"I will talk with you later; I have a meeting to get to," said Vegeta as he closed the door and the window slowly rolled down just in time to catch Trunk's last words.

"I hope they survive it," said Trunks sarcastically as Vegeta gave him an angry look.

"Watch that mouth of your Trunks. It could very well get you killed quite easily and I need an heir." With that he rolled up the window while giving Trunks a dirty look. The car then rolled away onto the empty streets.

Trunks brooded while he watched Vegeta's car leave his sight. He then slowly walked back inside headquarters since he still had some work to do before the commencement ceremony and the arrival of King Vegeta. He had taken a brake only to speak with Vegeta to keep Bulma off his back. She had been trying to fix things between the two but nothing seemed to work, but Trunks wouldn't put his pride down. As Trunks walked back into the building and towards his office, he saw his mother and her entourage quickly making their way in his direction, so he tried to make a run for it.

Bulma had taken it upon herself to take care of the preparations for the party. Food, seating arrangements, entertainment, and most importantly, invitations where all in Bulma's hands. The last thing she wanted was the party to go up in flames, literally. Vegeta never got along with his father, the King. Trunks did not get along with Vegeta. To top everything off, Vegeta's sister was paying them a visit. She may have been in her late thirties in Earth years, but had the maturity and looks of someone in her early twenties. She thrived off irritating Vegeta and her father, but she got along perfectly with everyone else, men in particular. Bulma had made sure to warn the male servants about Vade and seated her next to Bra, the king, and Vegeta. This way they could keep an eye on both of the party girls at the same time.

Bulma looked up from some paper work to find Trunks trying to slide out f her field of vision. Someone was avoiding their mother and that would not do. She stopped and lifted her right hand over her shoulder to signal for her entourage to stop their constant chatter. She saw him stop walking; he had noted the quietness. They were about to close in on him.

"Hello Trunks" called Bulma as she approached him from behind, "How did your walk with your father go?"

"Same as always mom," said Trunks sarcastically as he turned around to face Bulma.

"So who was the jerk during the conversation this time? Was it you, him, or both?" Asked Bulma as she tapped her foot and put her hands on her hips. This was a sign telling Trunks that he had to act fast if he wanted to avoid her rage.

"I am no jerk mom, he is. He always is," said Trunks with a pout trying to look as sweet and innocent as possible.

"Can't you two just try to get along? He is your father and at least he is trying."

"It is not my fault that the bastard wants me to follow in his murderous footsteps. To do so would go against everything I believe in."

"Excuse me Ms. Briefs, but the caterer is on hold and there seems to be a problem with the entrees," said one of her assistants, disturbing Trunks' whining.

"Oh shit," said Bulma, "look Trunks, I love you but you are just like your father. You are an egotistical, hardheaded, womanizer, and a whiner. I never liked what your father did or what goes on behind closed doors when he is doing his job, but just try to understand from where he is coming from. I have to go and don't forget about the dinner tonight. That is if you don't want Vegeta on your ass. By the way, what did I tell you about wearing sneakers on the job? We have a dress code." Bulma whipped around and picked up a cell phone being held by an assistant and began to make her way to her office.

"I can't believe you just said that! I am in no way even slightly like him in anyway!" called Trunks from behind her. In an immature temper tantrum, he powered up and made the walls around him vibrate. Until he heard Bulma scream his name as a warning, which stopped anymore possible destruction from him for a moment. Trunks turned around and walked back towards his original destination, his office while Bulma put the finishing touches on her party plans for the night.

"Nice suit" said a voice from the far right corner of the car as it pulled off.

"Good to see you too Radditz," said Vegeta turning to the bar and pouring himself some liquor that was very similar to vodka, only much stronger. "Is that such a way to greet your prince?" He said in a mocking tone.

"When he is dressed like a human, maybe so," said Radditz with a chuckle from his seat, hidden in the shadows.

"Any new news that you might want to inform me on," said Vegeta gulping down his drink, "or is this a social visit that has forced me to clear a whole hour off my busy schedule?"

"A little of both my prince," said Radditz. "There seems to be some, how do I put it, some form of resistance-taking place here on Earth."

"Really now," said Vegeta with a smirk.

"This is no laughing matter," said Radditz, all traces of humor having left his voice, "some of our informants had discovered a resistance group to the Saiyan Empire not long ago. No one knows where any of them meet all we have is a website with no traceable source. This is all we know of them." Radditz then passed Vegeta a small clear jewel case containing an even smaller disk only an inch in diameter.

"Does my father know of this?" Said Vegeta as he took out his SGC from the inner breast pocket of his jacket, it was a small super computer the size of a common earth cellular phone. He inserted the disk into the small disk drive and started to review some of the information. His smirk quickly disappeared only to be replaced by a firm scowl as he continued to review the information. He looked up at Radditz as his anger grew and his ki started to rise. "They were the ones responsible for the so-called accident during the Level 3 breach at Capsule Corp. that almost injured Bulma and seriously injuring my daughter three months ago?"

"Yes. They have been found responsible for many acts of terrorism not only here on Earth but on a quite a few other planets. The King has sent out one of the best "investigators" we have on home base. A Sentinel who just so happens to be the best Saiyan hacker in our ranks."

"Good to hear. I want the best man out there to be in charge of this mission. I will see to this particular mission myself if I have to. It must be someone mature and serious with what he has to be done with experience. No one harms a member of the Vegeta's royal family." Vegeta's words seemed to reach out with a lust for blood and violence ingrained in the natural programming of Saiyans.

"Actually, she is only a year older than your daughter but does hold a level of maturity that is not commonly found in people her age. And when it comes to experience, you should read up on her file," said Radditz with a hint of pride.

"Excuse me," said Vegeta looking in Radditz's direction with a smirk, "sounds like you have a bit of experience with her. Do you know her on a personal level?"

"Her name is Pan," said Radditz passing Vegeta another disk; "she's my nephew's kid."

"What!" said Vegeta with a low growl in his throat as he looked over the screen of his SGC. "Tell me that your father had a bastard child on the side."

"Sorry to displease you my prince but..." said Radditz making Vegeta cringe in anticipation, "she is Kakarott's oldest granddaughter. Any questions you would like answered, is in her file I'm sure. You may also want to meet with her tonight. She is coming to Earth along with the King and your sister in the royal transport. She will be present at the gathering."

The car came to a halt in front of a large building, Vegeta Empire's Earth base.

"This is my stop," said Radditz as the chauffeur opened the door for him; "we will speak more tonight Prince Vegeta." Radditz bowed with respect as he left Vegeta.

Vegeta rolled down the window separating the Prince from the front and spoke to the driver giving instructions to take him to his temporary Earth residence while he called ahead to make sure everything was in order for tonight.