Disclaimer: I do not own the Dragon Ball Z story or any of it's characters. I do however own Gaya, Zion and the storyline that follows their involvement in the manga.

Prince Vegeta's first son: the untold story.

Prince Vegeta watched the floor as he bowed in front of the object of his intense hatred. He however could never allow that hatred to show in his features when he looked up and he would have to and soon. Prince Vegeta took a deep breath meant to calm him, to allow him to compose his features in a blank mask.

"You called Milord." he stated blankly.

"Ah my favourite pet has returned, and alive I see." A cold voice replied.

It was then that Prince Vegeta looked up. Lord Frieza was sitting in his floating throne facing the large window that showed the open emptiness of endless space, the space that Frieza ruled over without mercy.

"I would not get too comfortable Prince Vegeta. I have another assignment for you and your monkey crew." Frieza continued.

Prince Vegeta looked quickly down again. His already tightly clenched fists tightened and the white gloves creaked in protest. Whenever Frieza bothered to use his true name it was always said with mockery. It was all Prince Vegeta had left. His race was long since dead but he still killed anyone who dared to disrespect his title or his people, everyone that was except the Lizard in front of him.

"Zarbon, give the monkey the details, his stench offends me." Frieza drawled out the order casually.

"Yes Milord." A teal green alien said giving a slight bow.

Zarbon walked out of the throne room. In Prince Vegeta's mind it was hardly worth the title. Prince Vegeta followed Zarbon, wanting to get away to the humiliation of bowing. He was a Prince, never meant for this life. By now, had he still been on his home plant, he would be King, have a Queen and an heir. That future died when his planet had been struck by a meteor, or so Frieza had told him.

"Oh and the girl does not go with you on this one." Frieza said just before the doors closed.

Prince Vegeta did not let the disappointment show on his features.

Zarbon gave him his instructions, purge not destroy, three days and to leave the next morning.

Prince Vegeta had long ago learned that Zarbon was far more powerful than he, but he would never say that out loud. He had also learned that if he shut up instead of mouthed off, he could get away from them faster. That way he could get to the mess hall earlier, to where the soldiers were all weaker than him, even his own crew.

"You may leave." Zarbon said lazily.

Prince Vegeta hurried from the room. When his back was turned to Zarbon his tail automatically tightened around his waist.

He found his crew, Nappa and Radditz, exactly when he had expected them to be. They ate like animals causing the Prince's face to change from black indifference to disgust and then the half mad scowl that he was so feared for.

"We have a new assignment. Nappa and myself will go." The price said tonelessly and quietly so as not to be over heard.

"But we just got back." Nappa complained with a mouth full of food.

"What about me?" Radditz asked but only after he had swallowed.

"I have been thinking about your brother Radditz. You are going to go to Earth to get him. Even as a low class Saiyan, he will be of use." Prince Vegeta replied even more quietly.

It would be just his luck that one of the weaklings around him would hear this and report back to Frieza. That could not happen. Having said what he had to Prince Vegeta walked out, pride in his every step, a pride that not even Frieze could take from him.

He went to catch up on some much needed sleep. Soldiers scattered out of his way in fear. The Prince had a reputation for randomly blasting others for reasons only known to himself. He turned a corner to find the corridor deserted. It was the beginning of the sleeping quarters. His own sleeping quarters were at the very end and he had to share it with his crew.

Suddenly a door opened and a small hand shot out. It grabbed his arm and yanked him inside the softly lit room. He heard the click as the door locked.

"What are you doing Gaya?" Prince Vegeta asked in annoyance.

He would not get an answer. Gaya didn't speak and even though she knew how to fight she never did. Except when the Prince was in danger. No one, not even the Prince, knew why she only ever used her energy when the Prince's life was threatened. The Prince knew first hand that her energy was incredible.

Instead of an answer she reached up a small, white hand and took off his scouter, which she turned off. There weren't many people smaller than the Prince but Gaya was. Her large silver eyes looked up at his with total trust, yet not innocence. There was an emotion blazing in her eyes that Prince Vegeta had never seen before. She had never looked at another being the way she was looking at him now and it scared him slightly. She put his scouter on a table and with the same hand moved her long white hair from her face. Her expression was serious and dared him to stop her when she lifted his gloved hand and carefully pulled the white glove off. She did the same with his other hand, always looking at his eyes. His eyes which were black as coal and just as cold. His eyes that held the faint flickers of madness.

She placed his gloves next to his scouter, carefully and painfully neat. Ordered just so, so that not even the fingers of the glove were out of place.

When she lifted her hand to his face, he uncurled his tail and wrapped it around her wrist.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

She had set a mood and he had unconsciously fallen into it. He sensed that this was his last chance to escape the game she had started. If she was doing what he thought she was then he had to find the strength to stop her now. She was different from the others, uncontrollable yet purely innocent. Frieza could not make her do what she did not want to do. Most times that task fell to the Prince, but not even he could change her mind once set upon a course of action.

In reply to his question she stretched up on her toes and pressed her lips gently to his. The action surprised him so much that he unconsciously let go of her wrist. She placed a soft, small and warm hand behind his neck and kissed him again only deeper. Just like that Prince Vegeta was helpless against her. Slowly he responded to her kiss. His arm wound around her waist, the other went to touch her cheek. She broke the kiss, slightly out of breath and looked at him. Her other hand went up to her face to touch his hand. The Prince had one small moment of clarity, enough for him to ask again.

"What are you doing?"

He knew she could give him an answer in her own way and this time she did, with a trace of humour.

"I would have thought that you would recognise a kiss when one was given to you." The reply was in his head. It was soft, only a whisper.

"Why?" he asked.

He had to know. Gaya often did things just to see the outcome or to see what it was like. He would not be a pawn in one of her experiments.

"Just this once, Prince, allow me to do something without questioning it, please." There was a hidden sadness in her reply.

He opened his mouth to reply but she placed her fingers over his mouth.

"Please?" she asked.

"I leave again tomorrow." he said around her fingers.

By the expression on her face he knew that she already knew. Her eyes were pleading with him, this was important to her. His resolve crumbled. He leaned down and brushed her lips with his own, felt her shiver. His only decision now was how. Would he be rough as he usually was or would he be careful? It was a word only associated with him when it came to battle strategy, but this was Gaya.

He nudged her lips with his tongue. He felt her intake of breath rather than heard it. His decision was made, after all this was Gaya. He pulled her closer as his tongue danced with hers. She was hesitant at first but learned quickly. She tasted sweet but wild. In that moment he knew that Frieza had been trying in vain to tame something untameable. He would never win. That thought made his heart soar in happiness, but he was unsure why. No one knew exactly what Gaya was. She had been an oddity even among her own people.

"You're thinking too much." her soft voice whispered in his mind.

His arm tightened around her waist in response and his kiss deepened. A sudden knocking at the door made him pull back and instinctively pull her behind him. When you were a Saiyan some things just weren't meant to be disturbed. This was one of those things.

Gaya looked at the door. She raised a hand and flicked it casually. The door started to glow. The glow spread around the room covering the walls and windows. Prince Vegeta couldn't hear the knocking any more but he knew someone still was.

That didn't matter anymore as Gaya pulled his armour over his head. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers in his hair. She pulled him closer and then kissed him again. She wasn't wearing the customary Saiyan armour. She was wearing soft cotton but she had insisted on the boots that were better suited for a warrior.

His tail moved under the cotton to brush against her heated skin. Her breathing hitched and her checks grew rosy. Prince Vegeta guided her to the bed in the middle of the room. He broke the kiss to pick her up and place her on the bed. He couldn't bring himself to be rough with her or even hurried. Not with her.

He moved over her, his body pressing against hers. Her eyes were half closed as she looked at him. His tail swayed lazily behind him as he kissed her, savouring her taste. His heightened sense of smell told him that she had not put any fragrances on, leaving only her natural scent. A scent every bit as wild as her taste. He moved away from her mouth to kiss her neck. She clutched at him as if he was the only thing solid in the world. His hands moved down her body to her waist where they moved up again only under her shirt. As they moved up the shirt came with. His touch was feather light, yet as hot as a fire. He pulled the shirt off and chucked it savagely away.

His breath caught when he looked at her again. Her round breasts moved with each frantic breath she took. Her waist was incredibly curvy and small.

He kissed her neck again, moving up towards her ear. His teeth grazed her earlobe causing her to shiver before he kissed his way down again. He put his hands on her waist as he kissed her throat. He felt her gulp. He immediately stopped.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked while he still could, before he was too far gone to care about what she said.

"I have been sure for a very long time Prince Vegeta. The intensity just surprises me." Came her whispered reply.

He didn't go back to kissing her. His tail brushed the side of one of her breasts, moved over the taunt nipple. Her back arched and he used his hold on her waist to hold her down. When she looked at him again he saw wildness in her eyes. He lowered his head to her breasts, tasted one nipple. He sucked lightly and she squirmed.

He hadn't counted on her quick reactions or the force of them either. He had barely done anything yet and she seemed beside herself with desire.

He moved a hand down to her entrance. He touched her through the materiel of her pants. She nearly jumped out of his grasp.

"Vegeta if you continue to toy with me I will take control." she warned.

"I haven't even begun to toy with you." Prince Vegeta replied with a smirk.

Suddenly he was on his back and she was straddling him. Her hand glowed with Ki which she used to skilfully burn away his blue spandex suit. The control she exercised made his breath quicken. His boot were gone without explanation and so were hers.

Her eyes flickered to the scars on his body. She touched them gently. His muscles bunched and quivered at her touch. She had only burnt away the top half of his suit. She got off the bed and pulled him with her. She lowered the top of her pants over her hips with a sway that made Prince Vegeta harden even more. She kicked the pants away. In the time that it had taken her to take off her pants he had already gotten rid of his ruined ones. They stood before each other in silence.

She studied him as he studied her.

She stepped closer to him. She looked down at his hard length.

His vision blurred and his breath hissed out when she touched him gently.

"You're playing with fire." He warned when her fingers circled him.

She kissed his lips, pressing her body against his. He felt her against every fibre of his being that she touched. He hadn't known how much he had wanted this until now. He had never even thought of the possibility, but it was happening.

He kissed her back, his tail wrapping around her waist. He cupped her bottom before lifting her and putting her back on the bed. His need was great, acute but he wasn't a fool. He wasn't going to rush this. He wanted to get all he could from this experience.

This time he sucked her nipples in earnest, no longer exploring, just feeling. Sensations rocked through them both as her nails bit into his shoulders as he touched her entrance. She was wet already and hot.

"Now Vegeta." she whispered in his mind.

She was no longer patient. He had wanted to make this last, to show her and himself more pleasure, but the urgency in her tone drove him to hurry.

His head touched her entrance and slowly pushed forward. He hadn't counted on the rising of her hips. He slid in deep and couldn't stop the gasp caused by the shock of legs wrapped and locked around his waist causing him to go deeper. He struggled to hold his control. He pulled out and then thrust back in. He put his hands on her back and pulled her up and against his chest. She put her hands on his shoulders and moved with the rhythm that he set. It was neither quick nor slow, simply pleasurable.

He fought for control as her inner muscles clenched at him in the first signs on an orgasm. He would not let her control this. His thrusts became deeper and faster. She went over the edge hard. Her reaction startled him. She clung to him as the pleasure rolled through her. He knew by the wetness on his back that she was crying.

"Vegeta." she whispered brokenly but out loud.

It was the first time that she had ever said anything out loud and it was enough to send him crashing too. With one last thrust, he lost the precarious hold on his control, buried deep inside of her. It was powerful and terrifying in its intensity and lasted longer than usual. Prince Vegeta sure wasn't complaining.

Both his and her body shook with the shock of what had just happened.

They collapsed on the bed in an exhaustion that wasn't natural. She was breathing hard but tiredly. She closed her eyes and Vegeta knew she was asleep. He fought his own weariness in vain. He stayed awake only long enough to pull out of her and pull her into his arms, a gesture unfamiliar to him.

Prince Vegeta woke suddenly. It was still early in the morning. It was time for him to leave. Gaya was lying on his chest and his arm and tail were wrapped protectively around her.

He phased away from her so as not to wake her. He saw that a pile of new armour was already waiting for him next to his scouter and gloves. He knew that had not been there the night before.

He dressed quickly. He noticed a strange mark on his chest that had not been there before. He stopped before leaving to glance at her. Normally he killed the woman he slept with but he would never be able to kill her.

He covered her with a blanket before opening the door. His scouter immediately bleeped into life.

Soldiers of all class were outside the door and they all looked terrified.

Frieza was there too looking and radiating a fury beyond words.

"Milord." Prince Vegeta said immediately dropping into a bow.

"What exactly were you doing in there you filthy monkey?" Lord Frieza demanded coldly.

"Meditating, Milord. I had hoped to teach her better focus that way." Prince Vegeta replied smoothly.

Lord Frieza was anxious to have Gaya at his complete control, so the lie would work, for now.

Prince Vegeta stood and started to walk away when Lord Frieza did not reply.

"Where do you think you're going, I have not dismissed you?" Lord Frieza barked.

"The assignment you gave me Milord." Prince Vegeta replied with a hint of mockery.

"One day Vegeta, I will grow tired of your disrespect and when that day comes I will show you only the mercy of a swift death." Lord Frieza warned.

When Prince Vegeta made it to the launching bay Nappa and Radditz were waiting for him.

"Where were you last night?" Nappa asked.

Prince Vegeta did not answer. He climbed into his space pod and pressed the button to close the door. Prince Vegeta was still struggling to comprehend what had happened the night before.

He pressed a button on his scouter.

"Radditz, I suggest you leave now. It will take you awhile to reach your brother." He ended the transmission.

The pods were launched. Two went in one direction and one went in another. Prince Vegeta used the time alone to think about what had happened. He had been too rash in his decision to have sex with Gaya. She had also managed to take all the control away from him. He was not known for letting a woman rule him.

Prince Vegeta slammed a fist down in anger. Then he blinked and slowly looked down at his fist. He had no right to be angry. This was Gaya, he should have known better.

The assignment was painfully easy as always. Zarbon sent them their next assignment via transmission and Prince Vegeta was thanking the Gods. He had been trying to come up with a believable excuse for Radditz's absence.

This assignment was quite a few days travel and was an extinction assignment.

Prince Vegeta and Nappa went into a simulated hibernation. They were woken just as they were entering the atmosphere.

"Hay Vegeta, what do you say to having some fun first?" Nappa asked.

"Whatever." Prince Vegeta replied crossing his arms and tightening his tail.

They toyed with the inhabitants of the planet, using them as stress relievers. Prince Vegeta knew that they weren't directly to blame for his troubled life, but he reasoned that if there weren't any other inhabited planets then Frieza wouldn't have an intergalactic planet trading organization.

It made sense to him in his twisted half sane mind. He used them as ways to distract him from Gaya as well. It had occurred to him that Gaya had been trying to achieve something but he was at a loss for what.

They were in the middle of a tournament that Nappa had arraigned (Massacre was more like it) when Radditz's transmission came in.

Through that transmission they learnt of the Dragon balls and of Kakarot's memory loss and lack of power.

"Nappa, time to leave." Prince Vegeta barked, all thoughts of Gaya gone.

They left immediately, blowing up the planet as they left.

Prince Vegeta was deep in simulated hibernation. He was almost to earth when he felt a deep pain in his chest. A pain so excruciating that it woke him up from his sleep.

At first he was disoriented, but the pain left as quickly as it had come. Prince Vegeta fell immediately back into his simulated hibernation.

Prince Vegeta headed to the nearest operation base. He was badly wounded from his fight with Kakarot. Nappa and Radditz were both dead, his tail had been cut off and he had not gotten the Dragon balls.

He could not even drag himself from his space pod. The launch pad crew had to drag him to the rejuvenation chambers.

"Where is Nappa? What do you think happened to him?" he heard the crew members whispering to each other.

He was put into a rejuvenation tank, where not even there did he find peace. He was haunted by dreams of his defeat. They taunted him and mocked him.

When he got out of the tank he was shocked to learn that Frieza was on Planet Namek, in search of the Dragon balls. Prince Vegeta did not waste any time in getting there.

Frieza was punching him as if her were a punching bag. He was held up by Frieza's tail and too weak to fight back.

"Take heart my pet, your son lives. Regretfully his mother did not survive. I will raise him as my own and I will tell him that his father was a good and loyal servant. He is quite powerful even for a Saiyan runt." Lord Frieza said with a cruel humour.

Prince Vegeta could not quite comprehend what Frieza had told him. He did not have a son. Frieza must be taunting him. He had been surprised to learn that Gaya was not on the ship with Frieza and he hadn't been all that surprised when Zarbon had told him that Frieza had been the one to destroy his home.

"You're lying." Prince Vegeta managed to say.

"Oh now my little monkey, why would I do that. You're going to die anyways." Frieza replied coldly.

Lord Frieza had not been bluffing. The Prince did die but no one had counted on the fact that he would return to life.

Kakarot stole the victory that should have been rightfully the Prince's. However the end result was still the same, Frieza was defeated.

When Prince Vegeta learned that Kakarot was not returning to Earth he ordered the human scientist to build him a ship.

He would find Kakarot and while he was at it he might as well go and get Gaya.

He searched many planets and destroyed the remnants of Frieza's army. The first time one of them had told him that Gaya was dead he very nearly destroyed the planet in his rage. He didn't believe the soldier and asked every single one he came across before killing them. They all told him the same thing. Eventually he was forced to accept that Gaya was indeed dead.

One thing he never heard was of the son that Frieza had told him about. Had Frieza been bluffing?

In the end, he returned to Earth having found neither Kakarot nor the truth about Gaya and the son.

Four years later, standing on the side of the tournament ring of Cell's making, the Prince watched Kakarot fight.

He was forced to admit that Kakarot was once again levels ahead of him. Would he have to endure the eternal humiliation of having a low-class Saiyan constantly surpass him?

It was infuriating.

It became clear that Kakarot could not win his fight and made a surprising and shameful decision to forfeit. His next decision was even more surprising. He put his son in the ring with the announcement that he was stronger than Kakarot. Absurd.

There was a shift in the energy making the Prince uneasy. Suddenly a familiar voice filled his head.

"Prince, you must listen to me. We do not have much time. I am not even supposed to be talking to you."

"Gaya?"

"Who else? You must go to the one they call Goku. His instant transmission technique will be needed. In a few minutes an energy wave will pass through Earth. It will only last a few seconds. Those few seconds will be all that Kakarot will have to lock onto it and take you and himself to the source. You must go, there will not be another wave for years and you cannot wait that long. Hurry Prince." Gaya said quickly and sharply.

"Kakarot!" Prince Vegeta barked out.

Goku looked at him in surprise.

"What's up Vegeta?" Goku replied.

Prince Vegeta jumped from his position on the ledge that overlooked the battle and landed next to Kakarot.

"I need you to lock onto an energy that will pass through the Earth any moment now. Then I need you to take me to the source. Can you do this?" The Prince barked.

"Sure Vegeta, I can try." Goku replied.

Prince Vegeta closed his eyes to try and sense the energy.

"Now!" Gaya's voice yelled in his head.

"Now Kakarot." Prince Vegeta barked.

Goku placed a hand on his shoulder and a hand to his own forehead. Then they were travelling a distance that not even he could comprehend.

They materialised on a miserable looking planet.

"What is this place Vegeta?" Goku asked looking around.

Prince Vegeta did not reply.

He started walking to the only building and energy signals around.

"Keep your energy hidden. This place has the stench of Frieza all over it." Prince Vegeta said to Kakarot over his shoulder.

The building had the typical Frieza's army design making the Prince uneasy. He hovered over to a window, climbed through and dropped onto the floor. The power signals he was sensing were higher than what the Ginyu Force's had been. The building was simple, only having a few rooms added onto the main, large one.

The sounds of cruel laughter filled the Prince's ears as Kakarot dropped down next to him. The Prince moved quietly, trying to get a better view of the soldiers.

There were four of them. They were all of a different race. They were standing around something that was amusing them.

One of the soldiers shifted as he laughed, giving the two Saiyans a clear view of what was amusing them.

A small figure was huddled in a ball on the floor. His tiny body was shaking with either pain, fear, cold or all three. Suddenly the tiny figure looked up and straight at the Prince.

He was a Saiyan and he looked just like the Prince had as a child except that the tips of his hair were white and there was a sliver ring around his coal black eyes.

Prince Vegeta couldn't breathe. This wasn't possible. Suddenly one of the soldiers bent down and grasped the boy's tail. It was white instead of the customary brown. The boy's eyes clouded with pain as the soldier yanked at his tail but he did not cry out. One of the other soldiers kicked him forcing the Prince to notice to extent of the boy's injuries.

Prince Vegeta snapped. His power level soared to heights that exploded the scouters in the room. He flew at the soldiers in a rage that was uncommon even for him.

He killed them without thought, without remorse or mercy. When every last soldier had been disintegrated into unrecognisable piles of ash, the Prince turned slowly towards the shivering boy.

As gently as he could he picked the boy up and flew to an open mouthed Kakarot.

"Take us home, Kakarot." Prince Vegeta said tonelessly.