Chapter 2: Meeting the family

Vegeta flew with his own blue energy licking at his body. Goku sped up to match Vegeta's stride. He saw his friend's eyes burrow and he gritted his teeth. He was worried, not afraid. They arrived to see the oozaru pushing over a building, but not violently. Every few seconds he would stop and look around, taking in his surroundings. He looked menacing, but not exactly wicked. The military was especially quick today. They were already loaded up to fire their off their tanks and missiles. Vegeta seethed. He didn't want any pitiful humans trying to handle his father. Vegeta raised his hand and sent off a multiple of small ki blasts, destroying the tank guns and rendering the missiles useless. Vegeta rose in the air to see his father in his eyes. His eyes were entirely white and his pupils were gone, but Vegeta knew he could see him just fine. The King noticed the prince and tried to speak but his words came out as gurgles instead. Goku rose up.

"What's wrong with him? Can he speak in this form?"

"Of course he can! He is the King of Saiyans! Just stay out of this."

King Vegeta leaned in closer to the two, motioning to the sky before shaking uncontrollably. He let out another primal yell before releasing his Chou Makouhou, a massive wave of energy from his mouth. Vegeta and Goku were struck down before the two released their own ki blasts to cancel out the attack. Vegeta lightly touched his singed arm and smirked. His father was stronger than he remembered.

Vegeta stood and his smirk was replaced with a frown. His father was still shaking, swinging wildly. 'Why can't he control himself in this form now? He taught me to control my form.'

His eyes widened as he noticed two more familiar kis, heading toward the scene. 'Ugh that woman never listens. She always needs to tag along and she brought Trunks with her of course.'

Goku turned toward the direction of the Capsule Corp. plane. "I guess you're about to have a family reunion."

Vegeta looked up to the sky where his father had motioned and he saw it, the artificial moon. From his father's actions, it was obvious he didn't create it. However it was something only those of Saiyan blood could create. Who could have done this?

Storing enough energy, Vegeta pointed his index finger like he was going to fire off a gun. He aimed at the fake moon and shot a red bolt of energy out of his finger. There was a large explosion as the shot hit its target. King Vegeta let out a final growl as his body began to shrink. Goku and Vegeta ran over to where the fallen Saiyan lied. Bulma landed nearby running to catch a glimpse of Vegeta's father.

"Are you guys okay?" asked Bulma curiously.

Vegeta glared at her, "I told you and the boy to stay behind! Why do you insist on following?"

Bulma, unfazed by her husband's anger, peered over his shoulder at Goku and King Vegeta. Goku was lifting him up, but King Vegeta swatted his hand out of the way.

"I don't need your help, boy."

"Oh wow, I didn't realize how closely you resemble him. I definitely see where your attitude comes from though." Bulma whispered to Vegeta.

Vegeta turned away from Bulma. "Father," he muttered.

Vegeta knelt on one knee, casting his eyes toward the ground. Trunks ran to Bulma. They were quiet for a moment, all in shock by Vegeta's actions.

"Vegeta, get up my son." King Vegeta smiled, putting his hand on Vegeta's shoulder.

Bulma cleared her throat. "We should probably leave before the reporters or the military come here."

Vegeta nodded in agreement. "We'll meet you at the house."

Goku and the two Vegetas took off, leaving Trunks and Bulma again with the plane. Bulma was giddy, putting the plane on autopilot before glancing out the plane window. She was pushing the plane back to the Briefs' household as quickly as she could. Vegeta, like a typical jerk didn't even introduce them yet to his father, but she understood. He surely had a lot to update him on. Trunks hadn't said a word either, but he shifted in his seat antsy and impatient. Surprisingly, Bulma and Trunks were the first to arrive. As she capsuled the plane, Vegeta and the King landed.

"Where did Goku go?" asked Trunks looking around.

Vegeta smirked. "He went back to the park, and his woman wouldn't let him leave again."

Bulma smiled knowingly. That sounded exactly like Chi Chi and she knew that was one fight Goku couldn't win. King Vegeta stood silently, taking in the strange surroundings in addition to being alive again. Vegeta said nothing more, walking inside. Trunks ran behind after King Vegeta entered the main room. Mrs. Briefs looked up from the cake she was frosting and smiled brightly at Vegeta.

"Oh Vegeta, I see you're back from the park. Well I hope you saved room for the cakes I made for you."

King Vegeta walked in, eyeing the cakes. Mrs. Briefs looked shocked and revealed her own confused blue eyes. "Vegeta, there are two of you, but that one looks much older and taller!"

Bulma heard her mother from the door and went to see what the commotion was. Vegeta chuckled. Despite her typical ditzy attitude, in a way she was actually right. "He's my father."

Satisfied with the answer, Mrs. Briefs' smile returned. "You know, I could have sworn you said he died, but it's so nice of him to visit."

Mrs. Briefs leaned in Vegeta's ear. "He's almost as handsome you. What's his name?"

Vegeta ignored her first comment and stepped back. Even after eleven years living with Mrs. Briefs, she still made him uncomfortable.

King Vegeta answered. "I am King Vegeta. Prepare me one of those 'cakes' you've made."

"Oh my, I wasn't expecting a king in my home. I'll make some tea as well."

Mrs. Briefs left, pinching Vegeta's butt on her way out with a giggle. Vegeta's cheeks reddened as he grumbled about personal space and crazy in-laws. Bulma watched the interaction with amusement in her eyes.

"Well she always says no one can fill out those spandex shorts like her sweet prince." Bulma said sweetly.

"Just shut up, woman."

King Vegeta acknowledged Bulma for the first time. "You, servant woman, bring me something to eat at once."

Bulma glared, walking up to him. She poked him in the chest angrily. "Now look here mister, just because you're some king that doesn't mean you have the right to boss me around in my own home! Have you ever heard of a little word called please?"

King Vegeta scowled and raised his hand to blast her. Vegeta stepped in between them and grabbed his father's wrist.

"Don't kill her," the Saiyan warned.

The king lowered his hand. His gaze shifted between Vegeta and Bulma quizzically.

"What is this woman to you? A concubine perhaps?"

Vegeta smirked at Bulma before answering, "Basically."

Bulma smacked his chest fuming. Mrs. Briefs returned with the cakes and tea, and left oblivious to her daughter's sudden display of anger.

"Tell him the truth, VE-GE-TA!" she said putting emphasis on each syllable of his name.

King Vegeta looked bored, sipping his tea lazily at the kitchen counter. "Your concubine has a loud mouth, Vegeta."

Trunk looked confused. "I don't get it. What's a concubine?"

"It's your mother," answered Vegeta without missing a beat.

He thought it was proper payback. If her mother could walk around pinching his butt, his father could drink tea and call her a concubine. Bulma smacked his chest again before turning towards the older Vegeta with a grumble.

"I'm his wife!" she spat.

"His…wife?" repeated King Vegeta, testing the word on his lips.

"My mate," Vegeta corrected for his father.

King Vegeta let the words register in his mind. He looked at Bulma warily. It was obvious that she possessed no fighting skill. Her muscles were small and weak compared to the average Saiyan woman. She didn't seem too bright. She had challenged the King of Saiyans, something only a fool would do. She was attractive, but there surely had to be other attractive women, preferably Saiyan women, that would be more worthy of his son. His son seemed mostly unfazed by her actions, purposefully irking her as if it were a game. That still wasn't reason enough to mate her.

"Чаму б вы абралі такую жанчыну, як ваш муж?" asked King Vegeta. (Why would you choose such a woman as your mate?)

Bulma looked confused, then annoyed. She knew he was speaking his native language. She of course wasn't fluent and Vegeta never taught her Saiyan, but she picked up a little. She heard the word 'woman'. It was a favorite of Vegeta's. Her eyes narrowed. He was talking about her.

"Vegeta, what is he asking you? I know he's talking about me."

Vegeta looked at Bulma coyly and answered back in his native tongue. "Я пакахаў дзяўчыну." (I've grown fond of the woman."

Bulma glared at Vegeta. Trunks grinned. Thanks to his dad teaching him Saiyan, he understood every word. He decided to introduce himself in Saiyan, hoping to impress the king.

"Я ствалоў. Я твой унук." (I'm Trunks. I'm your grandson.)

King Vegeta smiled approvingly at the boy. He had an odd coloring of hair, evidently coming from his mother's side, but he possessed strong Saiyan features. On top of that he spoke Saiyan fluently. Bulma looked to her son, pleading with him.

"Come on Trunks. Tell what you all are saying."

Trunks looked between his father and grandfather, shaking his head with a smile. "Прабачце, гэта паміж мужчынамі Саян, а не людскія маці." (Sorry, this is between Saiyan men, not human mothers.)

The two Vegetas smirked even more, laughing lightly. Bulma pulled her son's ear roughly, fed up with being left out.

"You are going to tell me what you just said, mister. Why are they laughing?"

"Ow, Mom! Ok, I said sorry, this is between Saiyan men, not human mothers."

Bulma's frown deepened as the two men laughed again. She let go of Trunk's ear. "Oh right, you jerks? Well…well.. шруба, які вы!" (Screw you.)

The translation sounded rough on her tongue, but judging from the shocked expressions on the Saiyans face, Bulma knew they understood what she said. Getting the reaction she desired, Bulma gave a smirk of her own, walking out of the room triumphantly.

King Vegeta looked at his son. "You actually taught that woman Saiyan?"

Vegeta shook his head. "No, she must have caught on to some of the words."

King Vegeta nodded understanding. His son was still looking in the direction his mate had left and interestingly enough the prince was smiling. "It would seem she's more Saiyan than I first thought."

Vegeta noticed the approving tone. 'That's why she's my mate.'

The phone rang and Bulma picked it up. It was Yamcha. His voice was muffled but Vegeta's keen ears picked up most of the conversation. Yamcha was urging Bulma to turn on the television. He had called to ask if Vegeta could still become a giant ape. Vegeta frowned. Evidently the news cameras had picked up a bit of footage of his father in the city. He turned on the television and turned to the news.

"…and we ask ourselves this there really life out there? Do aliens truly exist and if so can they be trusted? What or who are these beings that wreak havoc on our precious city?"

Vegeta scoffed. After all the crap that Earth when through with villains and aliens, himself included, how were they still unsure if there was life outside of Earth? A clip came on showing the wreckage of the attack with officials estimating the costs to rebuild in the millions. The camera panned over the epicenter of the attack and Vegeta's eyes widened. On the screen was a woman, one he knew from his home. She was looking around with a dirty look on her face and pushing away crumbled remnant of buildings. Even at the distance she was from the camera; Vegeta could see her tail bristling in irritation. Bulma walked up behind him, phone still in hand. She saw Vegeta's expression and looked at the screen closely. Her eyes widened.

"Another Saiyan?" She said quietly.

Vegeta nodded. "I assumed she had died years ago though."

"Who is she? Do you know her personally?"

King Vegeta watched the screen, amusement flashing in his eyes. "He should know her well. That is his betrothed."

I planned to write more but my hand are hurting for some reason so I called it quits early. Anyway I hope this chapter was amusing and the next chapter will provide some clarity. Just a fun fact the "Saiyan" language is actually Belarusian. I hope that wasn't too confusing. Well thanks for reading and please favorite, follow, and review!