Vegeta sighed as he threw a couple of punches into the air. Everything had changed. His children used to come in here with him, but once Trunks was about fifteen he left to focus on Capsule Corp, while Bra stopped once she was twelve, saying that training wasn't cool. He still didn't understand their lingo, but left them be.
Times had changed. Once they thought of him as their hero, but now… they only looked at him as if he was a loser. Kakarot was the hero. Bulma had even made that mistake in front of him before.
Vegeta blasted a couple of droids. Not that he really ever was a hero. His children didn't need to know his checkered past. It was bad enough that Trunks had seen him do those things under the power of Buu. He didn't want them knowing about Frieza. They already had distant feelings about him. He didn't want them to cut ties completely.
The gravity room made a couple of odd beeps then shut off as a breaker broke. Vegeta only sighed again. Now he would have to tell Bulma to fix it.
He walked out of the gravity room and across the lawn. He could already hear laugher around him. Bulma was throwing one of her parties and from the sound of it, Trunks was mingling with those kinds of people. He could hear his son talking about corporate takeovers and almost smiled. It reminded him of a different time.
Once he was in the house, he could hear a bunch of squealing in the kitchen. Bra must have had her friends over. She was 16 now, so most of that talk was about boys, which Vegeta couldn't stand. It was just as bad as Trunks, who was now 24. The boy had gone on so many dates that it left Vegeta's head spinning. He had never needed to look at so many people. Then again, he never had time for such things.
"I can't believe that mom used to date Yamcha," Bra said to her friends.
"What? Then why is she with your dad?" He heard Kakarot's granddaughter ask.
"I don't know. I mean, Yamcha is a baseball player. What has my dad even done besides break the gravity room?" Bra said in annoyance.
Vegeta backed away. He had just lost his appetite. Was this really what Bra thought of him? Did she really think of him as a waste of space?
"Come on, Bra. You know that Dad does more than that," Trunks said, walking in. "Remember, he talks about training for hours on end." Trunks sounded pretty annoyed.
Bra laughed. "I don't see the point. Goku's around and he's training Uub to take his place. Why does dad even bother?"
He had heard enough, but instead of going after them, he chose to go upstairs. As he lay down on the bed, he tried to clear his mind. His children just didn't understand, and, hopefully, they never would. His eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.
He was on a random planet in the middle of nowhere. There were six saiyans around him and they were all talking quietly. They were making a plan. They were given their orders from Frieza and they would do what he wanted.
He told the assassin and the sniper their positions, while going over everything else with the rest of the team. Soon this planet would be cleared, just as Lord Frieza wanted it to be.
"Prince Vegeta." He turned to look at their eighth member. He had returned from the other side. The man pulled out a computer chip and tossed it to him. "That's everything I could find. From the looks of it, there is already political unrest."
Vegeta smirked darkly. "Then they have no allegiance to each other." He turned back to the others. "This will be easy then."
Next to him, Raditz chuckled darkly while messing with some random explosive. "Do you want me to take care of the exits?"
Vegeta nodded. "Make sure no one can leave." His eyes filled with demented pleasure. "Extinction is upon them."
He shook his head as he woke up from his nap. It had been a long time since he had thought about those days. He knew what had happened to Raditz, but the others were a mystery. All of them disappeared over the years, they were most likely dead. The thought was gloomy.
He could always go and check. His family probably wouldn't care too much. Hell, from the sound of it, his children wanted him gone. He sighed, but the moment he left something would happen and he couldn't take that risk. He had already watched his family die once. He couldn't do that again.
"Vegeta? What are you doing up here?" He hadn't heard his wife come in. He had been too focused on his thoughts.
"The gravity room is broken," he said, continuing to stare at the ceiling.
Bulma stared at her husband. This wasn't like him at all. "Then why are you here instead of asking me to fix it?"
He shrugged. "I wanted a nap."
Something had to be wrong with him. She couldn't help but stare at him as if he had grown another head. "You…You wanted a nap?"
Vegeta sighed and pulled himself up. "Yeah, I have a headache." He tensed up. She already knew that was impossible.
"Vegeta…" She sat next to him. "You know you can tell me anything."
He remained quiet. He was never a talker and she knew that.
Bulma stood from the bed. "You'll tell me sooner or later. I'll go and fix the gravity room for you."
He gave her a small smile. "I knew that marrying you would have its benefits," he joked.
She rolled her eyes. "Were you pouting because I had a meeting here?" She knew that Vegeta didn't like that many people. From the moment she met him, he was forever an introvert. He put up with her friends. The only one that could be classified as his friend was Goku. She only wished that he could find some people that he would actually get along with.
He put on a fake smile. "Yeah, that was it."
She shook her head. "You know, one of these days, I'm not going to be around. What are you going to do then?"
He shrugged. "I'll probably lose this headache," he teased. She glared at him then stormed off, leaving him alone again. She wouldn't be happy if she knew that he had been thinking about leaving, so it was best to stay quiet.
He rolled over onto his side. Part of him just wanted to fall back asleep and face those dreams again. Those days were neither bad nor good. He was under Frieza, but his comrades were good company.
He shook his head. He needed to forget about everything. That part of his life was over. None of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was the here and now. He would stay here with Bulma and his children. There was nothing waiting for him in space, nor would there ever be again.
He closed his eyes and sleep took over him once more. His dreams started where they had left off. This would be the only place that those battles would ever take place. He might as well enjoy it.
Somewhere on Namek
"Do you really think this is a good idea, Sorbet?" Tagoma asked.
The alien only laughed. "How could it be bad? Our glorious leader will be returned to us and we will be rewarded." Sorbet looked around himself as large Dragonballs surrounded him. "Did you bring the Namek?"
Tagoma nodded then motioned to some soldiers to bring their prisoner forward. "Bring forth the dragon and make our wish!"
Sorbet laughed to himself as the dragon shot into the air. The Namek continued to speak and there was a bright light as they watched their leader materialize in front of them. Sorbet motioned for everyone to bow. "Lord Frieza, you have returned."
Frieza looked around at the planet, then down at his subjects before laughing manically. He looked over at the Namek before blasting a hole through him. "So, Sorbet, where are my monkeys?" he asked. A devilish idea began to go through his head.
"They have disbanded, My Lord," Sorbet stuttered in fear.
Frieza growled. "Let me see the dragonballs then." They all stood back as he looked down at them, then shook his head. "Bring me another Namek."
The soldiers began to scramble around in panic as he waited, but soon another Namek came forth. "I need a wish and this dragon is still waiting. There is a saiyan that I wish to be returned to me."
"Wha…" the Namek started.
"His name is Raditz," Frieza said, glaring at the Namek. "Bring him back to life."
The tyrant smiled as the Namek walked forward and began to tell the dragon his wish. Just like before, he watched as Raditz appeared before him. The long maned saiyan looked around before looking at Frieza. "My Lord," Raditz said, falling to his knees.
"I have brought you back to life. Do you know where the others are?" Frieza asked, glad to see that the saiyan was still loyal.
Raditz growled. "I died on Earth, My Liege. I went there looking for my brother, but I failed to bring him back. I believe that Prince Vegeta and the old man went after me. As for the others, I have no idea."
Frieza nodded. "Very good." Frieza turned back to his men.
"Find them." He needed the rest of them back.
"But we don't know…" Tagoma started, only to be punched in the gut.
"I will task you with finding six of them." Frieza smirked.
Sorbet panicked. "But what of the eighth?"
Frieza laughed. "I will retrieve Vegeta myself."
"Yes, My Lord." Sorbet backed away and his soldiers moved around him.
Frieza looked back at Raditz. "Do you believe that Vegeta is still on Earth?"
Raditz pondered his question. "Maybe, all I know is that disgrace of a brother lives there."
"Brother?" Frieza asked.
"Kakarot," Raditz growled. "He refused to come back with me. The oaf is as blind as our father."
Frieza smirked. "Does your brother go by the name Son Goku?"
Raditz snarled. "That name means nothing to me. His name was Kakarot and he's nothing more than a third class nothing."
Frieza grinned. "But I believe you're also a third class saiyan."
Raditz shook his head. "He doesn't deserve his placement with our title. He's nothing more than a traitor."
"And what of Vegeta? The last time I saw him, it seemed that he had turned against me," Frieza asked.
"Kakarot may have brainwashed him, my Lord," Raditz said angrily. "He had to have gotten into Vegeta's mind. I'm sure of it," Raditz continued. "There is no way that any of us would betray you."
Frieza grinned darkly, then turned away from Raditz. "There is equipment for you back at the ship. Do what must be done here."
Raditz smirked. "You wish for my services then?"
Frieza nodded. "All of you will be together again. Do not worry. I will bring Vegeta back into the fold and stop your brother once and for all."
Raditz continued to grin. "Amen, my Lord." Raditz made to gather his supplies. "There will be a fire tonight, I assure you."
Frieza chuckled to himself. "Very good. I promise you, the explosives are more potent than they were back then." At least they were before he died, but Frieza wasn't going to tell Raditz that part. As far as Raditz was concerned, Frieza couldn't die and never would die. He was their sovereign after all. Their grand leader, for whom they would do anything.
Frieza looked around him. Soon, he would be in power again. All he had to do was have the rest of his saiyans at this side once more. He would even destroy Son Goku. Once Vegeta was back by his side, they could begin.
Author's Note:
This monster of a fic will update once a week on Saturdays.