Hey DBZ fans, and I hope you will enjoy this story I am presenting to you. Some of you will recognize this story from a year ago, as the opener to a crossover...'Spyro the Dragonball Z'...but that didn't happen. Regretfully. However, I couldn't let this story die, and with a quick change in ideas, it is reborn.
Why does Vegeta always lose? I mean, even when avenging his son in the Cell Games (and that was an intense amount of power he put out) he fails. Well as a writer, I decided it's high time we find out what this proud Saiyan Warrior is all about.
Now I will tell you that the timeline puts us about a year after Kid Buu's defeat, however, I decided to keep Uub in the story. I like what he brings to the table, and I will explain it later on in the story. I promise, it won't disappoint.
So it's time to kick back, munch on a Senzu Bean, and follow along as this 5'2" warrior fights with someone even stronger than Goku...Himself
Chapter 1 Registration
Vegeta, looking up from the ground, wipes the stream of blood coming from his mouth. His solid blue eyes, squinted in anger, staring at his fierce opponent, and showing the rage flowing through his Super Saiyan body.
"How dare you..." He barks with arrogance, standing back to his feet, and yelling loudly to draw power.
"...I am the Prince of all Saiyans!"
Vegeta fires himself up and swings his fist at the small white creature before him. However, this powerful enemy catches Vegeta's fist, and smiles in his face.
"You are so weak..." The raspy voice of Friesa remarks, taunting the great Saiyan warrior, then slamming his powerful fist into Vegeta's stomach.
"...Prince of all Saiyans...HA. Maybe the Saiyan Jester!"
Friesa spins his body, cracking the stunned fighter across the jaw with a intense kick, and Vegeta is knocked down to the ground unconscious. The powerful evil monster strides up to the incapacitated Saiyan, then raises his hand to deliver a death blow.
"And this time your bodyguard, Goku, is not here to rescue you!"
Even though he is unconscious, the Saiyan Prince watches as Friesa strikes the back of his neck . . .
. . . and quickly sits up in his bed. Sweat pours from his forehead and his breathing and pulse become heavy. However, as a gentle hand grasps his arm, the Saiyan Prince begins to settle.
"Are you okay, honey?" Bulma's voice asks gently from beside him, and he removes his hand from her sleepy grasp, places it on the bump under the covers to his immediate right.
"Yes, Bulma...I am fine." he replies.
However, his wife can hear the tone in his voice and she emerges from under the large comforter.
"You had another nightmare, didn't you?" She asks, then watches his eyes show anger.
"A Saiyan Warrior does not have nightmares..." he replies haughtily, turning away from his wife, then dropping his feet off the side of the bed. "...we don't fear anything, not even death."
Bulma shows her own anger, knowing his stubbornness, and grasps Vegeta's arm before he can stand up.
"What about a husband and a father?" She bluntly questions, and Vegeta turns to see the stern look on her face. "Are they allowed to show fear?"
The Saiyan's eyes drop their rage in a heartbeat, and he slowly pulls himself back into the bed. Bulma wraps her arms around his chest, and places her head on his heart.
"I have been laying by my love for eleven years, and I know you better then most..." she says softly, but grips tightly to her embrace. "...but you will never tell me what you fear...and it hurts not to be able to help my husband when he needs me the most."
Vegeta places his hand upon her head, stroking the soft bluish colored hair of his wife. It calms the Saiyan Prince further, and suddenly he feels the same vulnerability that has spooked him from his sleep for the last few months.
"Do you think I'm weak, Bulma?" He asks with a tone of voice that scares her, never hearing such defeat in Vegeta's tone before.
"NO!" She barks back quickly, lifting her head to lock eyes with him. "You are the strongest man I know, Vegeta." Bulma continues, unwavering in her response, completely sure of what she's saying.
However, her husband does not believe a single word, and grunts his disapproval.
"You're lying...you know Kakarot." Vegeta replies sarcastically, then lowers his head.
Bulma reaches out and lifts her husband's chin. She stares dead into his eyes, showing the resolve in her words, and making sure Vegeta knows she is speaking the truth.
"You are much stronger than Goku, and don't you ever think differently."
The proud Saiyan smiles, but again grunts his disapproval.
"I know you say that out of love, Bulma...but it is not true...and you know it."
Bulma suddenly leaps out of bed, and stares Vegeta down.
"You are driving me nuts, Vegeta!" She yells, finally reaching her limit of his depression. "I am tired of seeing you like this!" Bulma continues, grasping her robe from the back of the bedroom door, and throwing it over her nearly naked body. She opens the door, then looks back at Vegeta, still sitting in his depression.
"But I know just how to fix this."
The Saiyan Prince jumps as Bulma slams the door behind her. He shakes his head, feeling more depression in his heart.
"Why did you leave, Kakarot..." he says to himself, looking down at his hands and recalling many of the battles he fought with his former rival. "...I miss the thrill of our fights. I felt alive then."
Vegeta looks over at the door and takes a deep breath. He slowly gets out of the large bed he and Bulma have slept in for nearly twelve years, or roughly the age of their son, Trunks. Still sharing the massive Capsule Corp mansion with Bulma's parents, Vegeta grasps his crumpled robe from the floor beside the bed, and covers himself before heading for the door.
"On with the search!" He says to himself, looking down the long hallway filled with doors. On several occasions he has had to search the entire four hundred room complex to find his angry wife, knowing she had simply hid to take a moment. However today, he quickly locates his wife by the booming sound of her voice, two doors down.
Vegeta walks over to the door, places his ear against it, and tries to find out who she is yelling at now.
"Dad! Is everything alright?" A voice startles him from his left, but he quickly settles knowing the familiar tone of his son. "Who's Mom yelling at?"
"I don't know, Trunks..." he replies, then places his hand on the sliding door. "...but I'm going to find out."
He uses his strength to force a small opening to peek through, however, he can see only a blank screen on the video display at the far end of the room.
"I can't see anyone..." Vegeta says to his son, when suddenly, the door opens wide, and Bulma is standing in front of him. The shock in his eyes turns to fear, as he can see the anger written on her face.
"Just come inside, honey..." She says with a bit of smugness in her words, staring him dead in the eyes. "...this call is about you anyway!"
Vegeta looks at Trunks for support, and he gives his father a very wry smirk.
"Someone's in trouble!" The tween remarks with sarcasm, and Bulma suddenly turns her anger to the other stubborn Saiyan in her life. She freezes him solid with just a gaze and lowers to her knee to get eye to eye with her son.
"Get your butt back to bed, Trunks..." She says, then shows him a very loving smile. "...or I won't let you fight in the World Martial Arts Tournament!"
His eyes open wide with shock, not having heard anything about an upcoming event, and Vegeta also voices his surprise.
"What Tournament?!" He quips, gently grasping Bulma's arm, and lifting his wife up to see her now arrogant smile.
"The tournament in which you will show me you still have your fighting spirit." She replies, then returns her attention to Trucks. "Where both of my Saiyan Warriors will show me their pride."
With a incredible boost, Trunks' hair begins to change color, and his mother's hair begins to flow with the power he gives off. In a second, the youngster is a Super Saiyan, and both parents smile at his powerful display.
"He is so much like his father." Bulma remarks, as the gold haired child returns to his bedroom, already dreaming of a fight with his friend Goten.
"NO...thankfully he is a lot like his mother," Vegeta says, wrapping his arms around his wife, but feeling a bit more depressed "He fights with his heart."
The Saiyan Prince then turns and walks away, as he felt his wife's pulse skyrocket.
"Vegeta..." She calls, but her husband continues walking away. "VEGETA GET BACK HERE!"
He looks at his wife, then down the long hallway, and disappears in the blink on an eye with his speed.
"DAMN!" Bulma shouts with anger, knowing she will never find him in this place. However, a voice from the video display retakes her attention.
"Bulma?!" Gohan's voice asks with a questioning tone, not seeing his friend on the video display on his end. "Are you there?"
"Yes, I'm here, Gohan..." She replies, returning to the camera's view, and showing her anger to him now. "...but why are you talking to me? I asked your wife, Videl, to get her father...not her husband!"
Gohan is surprised at her response, but suddenly the bipolar wife of Vegeta shows a very curious smile.
"But now that I think about it...I do need too talk to you," she continues with a sinister tone, then looks back at the door where Vegeta left her standing alone.
"I want you to contact your Father as well, and tell him that I need his help...NOW!"
Vegeta on the other hand, finds a small lab Professor Briefs rarely uses, and sits in a corner staring out the window. A myriad of thoughts fill his head, recounting how he ended up in this position.
"I was the Prince of all Saiyans," he says, then looks down at the ground with total defeat. "But now I know...that was just in title."
Vegeta stares out across the city through the fourth floor window, focusing his eyes to the north where Uub's village sits thousands of miles away.
"You are the Prince of all Saiyans now, Kakarot."
Vegeta looks down at the ground, coming to a sudden realization of how his life has been wasted.
"In fact, you are the King of the Saiyans, and it was foolish for me to think otherwise..." he says softly, and a tear comes to his eye as he looks out the window again.
"...I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW!" Vegeta blushes as his voice echoes through the room and down the hall.
Idiot! he says to himself, then silences his breathing. He listens for a moment, before being convinced no one heard his outburst, then continues his one-sided conversation to a friend thousands of miles away.
"I don't understand your power, Kakarot..." Vegeta remarks with his true feeling, only able to talk to someone not in the room. "...you fight with your heart, and that is not the Saiyan way. It is unnatural..." Vegeta pauses to look back at the door, suddenly smiles thinking of one simple thing.
"...but now I see that power in my son, Trunks. So maybe I'm wrong."
The Saiyan Prince returns his eyes to the city, staring far off at the small cottage just within his incredible eyesight.
"I have you, and your sons to thank for that."
"And what about Bulma?" A familiar voice calls from the shadows, and Vegeta jumps several inches with shock.
"Who is that?!" He barks, but already knows the answer, as he suddenly senses his old friend's power.
"I thank you for the compliment, Vegeta..." Goku says with his usually smile, stepping into the lights from the city, and highlighting the grin on his face. "...but I think his mother would be upset if you didn't include her."
Still startled by Goku's appearance, the shorter Saiyan warrior takes a moment before stepping into the grille of his old rival.
"What the hell are you doing here, Kakarot? And how long have you been standing there?"
Goku smiles wider, and looks down at his raging friend.
"Bulma called my son, he called me...then...Instant Transmission," He replies, then looks at his friend with a solid gaze. "And to answer your other question...No, you're not an idiot."
Vegeta blushes realizing he spoke from his heart to the one he meant to hear, but was not ready for Goku to actually hear it.
"I meant it, Kakarot," He continues, startling his friend by still showing his emotions. "Yes...Bulma is a major reason my son is who he is..." Vegeta turns his head sharply to Goku, and shows the resolve in his eyes. "...but his strength comes from spending time with your sons, and experiencing the influence you had on them..."
The Sayina Prince then lowers his head, suddenly feeling completely useless.
"The only thing my son has learned from me...is anger and rage."
Goku understands at this moment why he was called, seeing his old friend in such a depression.
"You gave him life, Vegeta," The great Saiyan Warrior replies calmly, then places a strong arm on Vegeta's shoulder. "And I know for a fact, that you give him pride."
"You think he's proud of me, Kakarot?" The uneasy father asks, showing his friend fear for the first time in a long time. "I am not even proud of myself!"
Goku rolls his eyes, then holds up one finger.
"OK! This is a conversation that needs more time then I have right now, 'cause I have to see Bulma first," He remarks with a sarcastic tone, turning to the door, and smiling as Vegeta becomes annoyed. "I told my son, to tell your wife, I would be here in a few minutes..."
Goku pauses to show Vegeta his fear-filled eyes, and the Prince of all Saiyans calms down. "...I fear her rage more than yours old friend, so give me a minute to talk to her and I'll be right back."
Vegeta smirks as Goku leaves, realizing he would be just as afraid to make his wife wait.
She is one to be feared, Kakarot, The Saiyan prince remarks to himself, then returns his attention to the window. A feeling of contentment comes over the conflicted warrior, understanding his wife has called the only one who can truly help him, and Vegeta suddenly relaxes.
...but that is the main reason I married her.
The slowly settling Saiyan closes his eyes, envisioning Bulma in all her splendor. Thinking of the many ways she has touched his soul, Vegeta becomes calm, and suddenly falls back to sleep.
Only a moment seems to go by before the powerful warrior is woken from his slumber with a knock on the door. He gets up from the chair facing the city, and walks over, opening it wide.
"ARE YOU GONNA HIDE FROM ME ALL NIGHT?!" Bulma's voice startles him, but the short Saiyan Prince just grasps his angered wife, pulls her close, and kisses her passionately.
"I'm sorry, Bulma..." He says quietly, hugging her tightly with a grateful grip. "...I have no excuse for walking away from you like that."
Bulma can hear a shudder in his voice, and hugs him tighter herself, knowing how much trouble he is having the last few months.
"Are you mad at me?" She suddenly asks, showing Vegeta that her anger was only a facade to cover her true emotion.
"I didn't want to call him like this, but I had to..." She continues, breaking down, tears pouring from her eyes "...I don't know what's wrong with you, but I know that...Kakarot, is the one to find my old Vegeta."
The short Saiyan warrior leans his head against his taller wife, staring a thousand miles down the hall, but looking at nothing.
"I don't know where he is either, Bulma...but I think you're right." The Saiyan prince begins to imagine a great sparring match with his old friend, and a portion of his spirit he felt dead, begins to show signs of coming back to life.
"Kakarot is the one to find it."
The next morning, the sun shines through the bedroom window, highlighting the large smile on Vegeta's face, as a night of unbelievable passion was used to make up for both of their outbursts. However, as the Saiyan warrior looks over to her side of the crumpled bed, he can see his loving wife had disappeared after he fell asleep.
"BULMA!" He barks towards the bath room, and her voice squawks through a small device on his night stand.
"I'm in the dinning room, Vegeta!"
Coming through a baby monitor, once used to listen to Trunks sleeping, the Saiyan prince once again becomes a bit annoyed.
"Are you serious with this thing?!" He barks directly into the microphone, startling his wife with a thunderous voice. A smile then crosses his face wide, hearing a plate shattering on the tile floor.
"VEGETA!" She yells back, but her husband is all ready out of bed, and down the hall like a shot. The speedy Saiyan warrior rushes to the Kitchen, just to watch his wife get angrier.
"I swear you are such a child," She continues to scream into the open mic, sitting on a table filled with empty dishes. "I already have a huge mess to clean..."
"That's why I came down here."
Her husband's voice startles her, and she turns around to see Vegeta just leaning against the wall by the entrance, staring at her silhouette as she bends down to clean up the dropped plate.
"Like what you see?" She asks rhetorically, showing her butt off a little more, knowing her husband is enthralled with every bit of this body she keeps fit.
"NOPE..." Vegeta replies with a smug grin, then looks over at the pile of emptied bowls and plates on the table. "...cause it looks like Kakarot has eaten everything in my refrigerator again!"
Bulma's exasperated look falls from her face fast, as she hears the playful tone in her husband's voice. She shows off her posterior once more, before standing up, and walks over to Vegeta. The mid-aged mother, but never showing it, plants a very deep kiss on his lips, reminding her love of the passion felt only an hour ago.
After taking a needed breath of air, the much happier wife of Vegeta, whispers in his ear.
"You can get something while you're out this morning, baby." She remarks, and the Saiyan's eyes open wide with a bit of wonder, not having knowledge of what his wife might need.
"Why do I need to go out this morning?" He asks, whispers into her ear with a still passionate tone. "I was planing to stay in bed all day, as long as I had the right company to pass the time."
"I would love nothing more..." Bulma says, shuddering at the thought of a entire day of passion, and a deep feeling of love overcomes her heart. However, she has made huge plans in the last hour, and lets her husband in on their busy agenda.
"..but there is so much we have to do today."
The Saiyan Prince balks at her response, totally confused with this answer.
"What is going on, Bulma? I had no plans for the day, and as I recall, neither did you."
Vegeta watches as his wife begins to blush, showing off a bit of embarrassment in what she did.
"I set up a World Martial Arts Tournament for next month..." She says with a little concern, knowing other things she set up without his knowledge, things that may annoy her husband greatly.
"...Goku already said he would fight in the Main Event."
"Really?!" Vegeta's response shocks her, as she suddenly hears a tone in his voice she hasn't heard in a year or so. However, the Saiyan Prince suddenly shows a puzzled expression.
"So what do I need to go out today for...if the tournament isn't till next month?"
With his words, comes an alert across the large television in the kitchen, and both husband and wife turn to see what the breaking new is all about.
"This is a Special Report from WDBZ news!" A urgent voice remarks, then suddenly the screen shows a mob of people entering the city's arena, just down the street from the Capsule Corp. building.
"Oh no, not this moron again." Vegeta remarks, seeing the afro-haired champion of the world holding his belt up for the cameras.
"YEEEEEEAH!"
The call of Hurcule blares through the speakers of the TV, and Vegeta grits his teeth.
"Hey everybody out there in TV land, and hello to all my wonderful fans here before me." The smug, self-center, self-proclaimed World Champ barks over the massive crowd, then raises his hand showing his patented two finger salute. However, his next words shock the Super Saiyan and the entire world. "It's time to crown a New World Champ!"
"After twenty four years of being the greatest specimen of strength, and skill, and determination..." the champ continues, gesturing his gold belt to the TV cameras. "...I will be laying down my title!"
The crowd is stunned into silence, and so is Vegeta.
"That pompous moron never won the damn thing anyway, so it's about time he let the real champion have his belt."
Bulma shows a sudden look of anguish, ready to drop her first bombshell.
"I'm paying him a lot of money to give it up."
It takes a second, before the Saiyan Prince turns his head towards Bulma, not truly believing he heard her correctly.
"What was that?!" Vegeta asks with a stern tone, then raises one eye brow in question.
"HOW MUCH?"
Bulma blushes and looks down. A sudden chuckle of nervousness tells Vegeta he is not going to be happy, and he was right when the astronomical amount spills from her trembling lips.
"Twenty Million Zennies."
Only his eyes open wide, as Vegeta is stunned stupid by this number. Bulma can see his demeanor, and anticipates his explosion of anger, however, she is completely shocked when Vegeta begins laughing hysterically.
"I would have paid twice that," The Saiyan warrior remarks, turning back to the TV, and watching Hurcule leave his belt on the podium before walking away. "If I would have known, years ago, that is how you shut him up," Vegeta continues, placing an arm on his worried wife, knowing she was fearing his reply, and showing her a very large smile. "Hell...I'd have paid a Hundred Million!"
"That was thirty minutes ago, folks..." the news anchor returns to the screen, a look of surprise still on his face, trying to keep his composure after such a bombshell. "...the world championship belt will be up for grabs in this one, and to that individual, the world's respect and admiration. Registration opened soon after the champ's call for a replacement, and already the line is massive, wrapping around the entire arena. Everyone hoping for their chance at glory. Live from the Capsule Corp Arena...This is Buck Fisherling, WDBZ news!"
"I guess that is where I'm going, huh?" Vegeta quips rhetorically, as the screen returns to Bulma's favorite soap opera.
She smiles, and throws her arm around her husband's back, holding him tightly to her side, staring intently at the television.
"You can stay here and see if Billy is the father of Jodie's baby!"
Vegeta balks for a second, then quickly walks towards the door.
"I'll see you for dinner, honey!" He says, then stops, and turns back to his wife "Do you need me to get anything?"
"NO, darling!" She says, never taking her eyes from the screen, slowly sitting down at the table and getting lost in her show. However, she suddenly breaks focus, and turns her eyes to him.
"Just make sure Trunks is registered for the junior tournament, OK!"
Vegeta rolls his eyes, and looks down the hallway, noticing his son is already dressed and sitting in the living room waiting.
"You mean I have to stand in two lines?" He barks angrily, realizing the whole day is lost, however Bulma quickly answers with another one of the surprises she is keeping from him.
"NO...just one line, baby," she remarks, turning her eyes back to the boob-tube, and finishing her answer with a crooked smile.
"You're already registered for the Main Event!"
The Saiyan Prince is baffled for a moment.
OK...it's a good thing I don't have to wait in line forever, and that is a nice gesture to register her husband...especially since she laid out twenty million zennie! he says to himself, then looks down the hallway to his son again.
"Why is Trunks not registered already?" He asks aloud, and Bulma snaps.
"I'M WATCHING MY SHOW, VEGETA...NOW GET OUT OF HERE ALREADY, AND REGISTER YOUR SON IN THE TOURNAMENT!" She yells, putting a quick expression of fearful shock on Vegeta's face, however, the bi-polar wife of the Prince of all Saiyans quickly flips back to her loving self as he leaves.
"Now be careful out there sweetheart...I love you."
Vegeta slowly strides to the living room, bewildered for a second, but soon smiling at his wife's emotions, knowing she shows them proudly. A feeling of love and comfort fills his soul, and once again he has a moment of clarity as Trunks walks towards him.
"Is everything alright, Dad?" The young child asks with some concern, hearing his mom shouting a moment ago.
"You mother is crazy...you know that right?" Vegeta replies with a smile, still feeling the connection with her as he is her complete opposite in all the right ways.
Trunks pauses, seeing his father is actually serious in his words, and looks around the room to think of the correct answer to give his Dad.
"I know she is..." Trunks answers with the same smug smile his father has. He grasps two windbreakers off a hook by the door, and tosses one to his father. "...that's why I love her so much, Dad!"
Vegeta smiles wider as the young boy slips out the door, and he looks back down the hall, listening to his wife yell at the TV. A genuine feeling of contentment hits him, as he feels the same way, and the smiling Super Saiyan follows his son outside.
Several hours go by, and Vegeta, even after standing in a long line, has not become angry once. The Saiyan Prince spent that time thinking, and watching his son talk with friends that kept coming, dozens of them. The pride in a father's eyes never leaving the Saiyan warrior, as everyone has expressed their opinion, that Trunks will win this tournament easily.
As grandson of the owner of Capsule Corp, richest man in the world, Trunks has always been given what he wants, but works for everything given to him. It shows in how he acts to his friends, never flaunting his wealth. However, when it comes to his fighting prowess, the boy remains as humbled as his father.
"You are gonna see a spectacular show of Martial Arts superiority..." Trunks remarks with a bit of smugness in his voice, then looks up at his dad. "...I have to make sure I am a worthy son of the new World Champ!"
However, one young man dressed in an orange gee, steps up to the group of teens talking to the most popular kid in school, and ruins his moment of pride.
"Your Dad has no chance to win the belt!" A familiar voice rings out, and the crowd around Trunks opens to reveal his best friend.
"Goten!" He barks with joy, not seeing him in over a month, as the young son of Goku was with his father in a far away village. The two boys hug before the Saiyan Prince, and another smile crosses the rugged face of the strong warrior.
"What makes you think my Dad's not gonna win the belt?" Trunks asks rhetorically, knowing his friend's answer will come fast, and it does.
"Cause he can't beat my Dad!" The younger of two replies, showing the same smugness as his best friend.
"What if I just beat your butt!" Trunks says quickly, bumping his shoulder against Goten. The the smaller boy smiles as he shoves his shoulder back into his friend.
"Save it, blondy!" Goten retorts, poking fun at his friend's very light hair color, which is unnatural for a Saiyan. "We'll have plenty of time to train over the next month."
Trunks eyes open wide, and he quickly shows his overwhelming joy.
"You're not going back to the South Pacific?" He asks with shock, knowing that Goten was supposed to be gone for another month.
"NO..." He replies, returning his eyes to the person he missed as much as his mother. "...I'm staying home...along with my Dad."
Vegeta's eyes suddenly light up, and his smile widens further.
"Kakarot is staying?" He quips, then notices the loud group emerge from the large arena. He can see his old rival being swarmed by several familiar faces, all laughing with his fast wit and joyful demeanor. However, the Saiyan Prince makes no move to join in the conversation, waiting for his friend to spot him instead.
"Hey, Vegeta!" Goku barks as his eyes catch the Saiyan Prince standing in line with his son. The tall Super Saiyan Warrior pushes through the surrounding Z fighters, and hovers over to his old advisory and now best friend.
"I was hoping you'd come down here today, I wanted to finish our conversation."
"NOT HERE! What are you nuts!?" The smaller Saiyan yells suddenly, fearing an embarrassing explanation of his weakness before all of his peers.
Piccolo, Tien, Krillian and his wife 18, Yamcha, even little Chatzu stare intently at the Prince of all Saiyans, watching a bead of sweat form on his forehead.
"What's the matter, Vegeta?" The Namekian Warrior asks, quickly waiting for a reply from the Saiyan Prince.
Vegeta turns his eyes to Goku, showing anger for opening his big mouth, then looks back to Piccolo. He tries to keep a straight face, showing no emotion as he replies in is normal arrogant way.
"None of your damn business, Piccolo!" He remarks, then looks at everyone staring at him. "And that goes for all of you!"
"I don't know what you are talking about, Goku, He hasn't changed at all." Android 18 remarks with no inflection in her voice, coldly repeating something she overheard, and Goku's face turns red as she continues.
"He is definately not softening up, like you had said before."
Vegeta turns his eyes to the taller Saiyan standing before him, and watches his smile disappear while slowly taking a step backward.
"SOFTENING UP!"
"Oh wow, babe! You still need to work on that charm of yours." Krillian remarks to his wife, his face now as bright red as nearly everyone that heard this incredible insult to the Prince of all Saiyans. Android 18 looks around at everyone, and can see them staring at her. She suddenly begins to turn red as well, as the blood of her human shell rushes to her normally pail cheeks.
"I shouldn't have said that..." She says, feeling a moment of embarrassment, as only strong emotions are processed by her brain. The robot-human hybrid turns her eyes to Vegeta, and he can see the coldness of an android disappear, as the pain shown in his eyes sends powerful signals to her neural net. "...I'm so sorry, Vegeta."
"Don't be," Piccolo barks, taking everyone's attention with his blunt remark, and more so as he follows it up with his own show of affection for the Super Saiyan. "He has gotten softer!"
Yamcha's eyes open wide, and he quickly grabs his small buddy Chatzu, backing away from a fight he knows will erupt any second. However, Vegeta just looks into Piccolo's eyes and smiles.
"Do you want to find out how soft I am, Namekian?" The Saiyan Prince smugly asks, and Piccolo grins himself.
"Do I ever!" The Namekian warrior replies, then asks his own question in return. "Do you still have that gravity chamber in front of your house?"
Vegeta, just nods his head up and down with a smile, and Piccolo yelps with excitement. It is at this moment, Goku sees something different from his friend, and suddenly smiles himself.
"I'm off then..." Piccolo barks, patting the back of his good friend Vegeta. "...I will see just how soft you are tomorrow, and beat it out of you if I have to!"
"Make sure to bring your friends, because someone will have to carry you home after we're done," the Saiyan Prince replies, making humorous taunts to a being he has come to respect very well. Both laugh at each other, before Piccolo takes off into the sky, and Vegeta then returns his attention to Goku. He can see his friend is now staring at him, showing a funny little grin, quickly annoying the Saiyan warrior.
"What is it, Kakarot?" Vegeta asks a bit sarcastically, still angry with his friend for mentioning the short conversation they had. "Did you find something else wrong with me that you need to share with the group?"
Goku's curious smile increase in size, and he steps back within arms length of his best friend, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"No, my friend...I think I finally found something right."
I hope you like what you see so far, but you can tell me what you think in the form of a few words, good or bad, I wanna hear ya.
Thanks for reading, and a special thank you to NotMarge, Beta Extraordinaire.