Chapter 3

The young prince stood in front of his guards; his faced showed no emotion but an ever-present scowl. Those around him knew that he was in pain; he loved his mother, and at least respected his father. After he had been whisked into the palace, and informed of this situation he had spent hours in the training room. Already stronger than those twice his age he took his emotions out on those that were fateful enough to cross his path.

"Vegeta... Vegeta!" A man with hair all over the place, yelled as he ran into the room looking at the heir standing in front of him.

"What, Kakkarot!" Vegeta spat at his confidant, and dare he say friend.

"The princess made it home alright." He responded with a goofy grin. At the age of 23 he had been close to Vegeta, mostly due to the fact besides the princess he was the only other youth that Vegeta was ever around.

"Fine." Vegeta spat, glaring at the tall man who interrupted him.

Nappa broke Vegeta from taking out any more anger on others announcing that dinner was ready.

Vegeta made is way down the hallway in thought, ignoring the prattling of Kakkarot.

'Can't that baka shut up, does he not care about my loss. I don't even know who did this, but I will find out.'

"Hey Vegeta." Kakkarot said.

"What you fool?" Vegeta responded.

"Do you miss your parents?"

"What do you thing, baka?"

"Um... Well... What are you going to do now?"

"I'm going to run the country, I'm the prince." 'You idiot'

"Oh, wouldn't you be the King?"

'Oh fucking great I have to deal with this idiot' "Not yet I'm not of age, I will be coroneted when I've reached the age of 21 and have found an appropriate bride."

"Who you going to marry?"

"How the fuck do I know?" 'Why am I friends with him'

"Oh, well can we eat now?"

Groaning "Yes we will eat now" adding under his breath "You stupid fool"

"Yay!" Kakkarot said, running a head to the kitchen.

"Your highness."

"What Nappa?" 'Another fool to bother me'

"Your father had a bunch of pending engagements, and decisions that must be made."

"I think that can wait. First thing we will do is take care of the burial. But that will wait till tomorrow. For now I will eat."

The next day Vegeta was in meeting after meeting. His father's council was next.

'Oh great. These bastards. The entire time they served my father they had nothing important to say.'

"Your highness, we request for a formal dinner commemorating your parents?" Said rather tall, older men.

"Yes, Corantel. We can do that."

"Now your highness. What of these talks of peace treaties? We shouldn't rush anything incase one of these was the one that caused this incident."

"I don't think that is your business."

"But your high..."

"NO, buts I have spoken and I believe you have no say in this matter."

It continued like this for hours hence. Finally Court was retired; decisions to have an upcoming Banquet in honor of his parents as well as plans for the funeral have been made. Vegeta made his way to his bedroom, but he wasn't tired. He hadn't slept in a couple days, since his parents' death. He switched to his training gear and made his way to the training room to beat himself to a bloody pulp again.
His training consisted of him running through all the possibilities of everything.

'Who did it? My parents didn't have many who disliked them. The people liked them, but they were killed along with Bulma's parents. Who ever did this wanted to get rid of the rulers. Whoever did it have to be close to us? I'm not going to trust anyone.'
Vegeta recalled the events of the day in question.

'He and Bulma had been out in the Garden.

"So when I grow up and am a Queen will you be my night in shining armor and save me whenever anything bad happens?" Bulma asked.

"Why would I want to do that, onna?" Vegeta said as he turned away from her and her ridiculousness.

"Because you love me." She said as she snuck up behind him and pecked him on the cheek.

"Humph, I don't think so onna. If I get my choice I will never marry. I'll beat people up and no one will do anything bad in my country." He said as he wiped off his cheek.

"Then how will you get an heir?"

"I don't need one I'll live for ever." As he turned and smirked at her.

"Right, Vegeta. No one lives forever, science has proven it."

"Well I'm going to prove your wrong."

Bulma growled at him as she stuck her tongue out at him. "Maybe if you studied some you would learn I'm always right, and then you'll have to kiss my feet."

"Well the day you're always right, I'll do it."

Bulma just grinned at him and ran to the back of the garden. "Catch me if you can."

"Onna you'll never out run me with those weak, pitiful legs."

Vegeta ran after her, pretending like he couldn't catch her. She hid behind a bush and just as he was about to jump on her and tackle her Nappa appeared behind them, Kakkarot and Radditz running from the Palace.

"What Nappa?" Vegeta snapped. Wondering why his time with the onna was being interrupted.

"You two must be taken to the palace immediately."

There was no argument both heirs noticed the tone in his voice. As they entered the palace, her nurse took the onna from him. Nappa took him to his room and explained everything.'

Vegeta looked up to the window in his training room seeing the sun coming up. He proceeded back to his room, for another day. Today the funeral would begin.

'That day was a good day, but it is over. Who ever you are just know your days are numbered.'

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Well chappie 3... Let me here what you have to say. Jess