Bet you didn't expect me back so soon ;)
This is a prologue, so it will be very short. I felt it was necessary to set up this story!
Basic background info: This is an AU, so therefore it will not strictly follow cannon. Basically the Saiyan Saga, the Frieza Saga and the Android Saga all went according to cannon minus one big factor: Future Trunks does exist, but for the sake of the story he hasn't been born in the present time line yet. This fic will alter the Buu timeline slightly. In this fic there is a gap between the defeat of Cell and the Androids and the beginning of the Buu Saga, and that gap is where our story begins.
Let me know what you think, and enjoy :)
Frieza had been destroyed, Cell and the Androids had been eliminated and planet Vegeta-sei was no longer. Apart from Kakarot, or Goku as the clown preferred to be known as, Vegeta was the last living full-blooded Saiyan. Unlike the rest of the Z-fighters, he had no home to return to. He had no family to speak of and not a dime to his name but those were all trivial things that the Prince had no concern with.
The thing that Vegeta was most concerned with was that he failed. He had failed in defeating Frieza, Cell and the Androids. He had failed in protecting his planet and his son from another time line. What angered him most of all was that he had failed to defeat Kakarot. He alone should have managed to defeat all of their enemies and then go on to defeat Kakarot so he could finally claim to be the strongest saiyan alive, but this destiny had been ripped away from him time and time again.
Not only did he seem to fail at every goal that he had ever set for himself, he now found that he was also stuck. He was stuck on this wretched mud ball of a planet to fulfill his royal duties. His planet may have no longer existed but his race, however endangered it may be, still existed with himself and Kakarot's son Gohan. He couldn't stand the brat as far as he could throw him but he owed it to his race and as much as he hated to admit it, he also owed it to Kakarot to ensure his survival. He would ensure that the brat would survive and receive proper training as he saw fit, but he would be doing it from afar.
After he bid goodbye to his future son that was leaving to go back to his own time line after being revived with the dragon balls, Vegeta had decided to leave Capsule Corporation for good. He had no desire to be anywhere near the ridiculous Brief family or any of the Z-fighters. He would remain on Earth and drop in on Gohan for a spar occasionally but he could care less about ever seeing the other Earthlings ever again.
Without even a parting word to anyone else Vegeta flew off immediately after his son left the Earth. He desired a desolate, heavily wooded area where he could train in peace away from anyone's prying eyes. He hated the dirt ball of a planet, but had to admit that he could think of many other places that were much less desirable. He wanted a place where he could truly be alone and train the hell out of himself in peace. If he wanted to pick a fight with some earthling animal, defeat it and then make dinner out of it then so be it. He would sleep in caves by night and train by day. It was the life of a predator, which no one seemed to understand that a predator was exactly what he was.
After what felt like hours the Saiyan Prince came across a mountainous area that was covered with dense vegetation and deep ravines that led to a large river. After circling the area a few times he found that the nearest town was miles away and beside what looked like an old fire tower there seemed to be no sign of human life.
He was utterly and completely alone, it was the one thing he truly wanted. It was perfect.