A/N: dunseeme741 and I had a casual talk and she asked me what I thought would happen if Vegeta and Bulma met on Earth in a universe where Frieza was killed by Vegeta. Well here's my take on it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball nor do I generate any profit from this. This is for entertainment only.
Note: For this chapter
Italic = the past before destruction of Planet Vegeta aka Vegeta-sei (Vegeta aged 5)
Normal fonts = Present time (Vegeta aged 28, same age during the Freeza Saga)
2nd Note:
Due to the inconsistency of the DBZ timelines in the OVAs and the animation, I'm using 'Bardock – the father of Goku' as a time guideline. So Vegeta is 5 years old when Planet Vegeta was destroyed.
Fitting in
~Vegeta-sei~
"But you've only just returned" Gine looked at her mate in dismay, setting down the last of the food she prepared for him. "Planet Kanassa's a dangerous planet, isn't it? Not even Lord Freeza's elites wanted to take on that mission"
That statement only piqued Bardock's interest, fuelling his battle lust; determination flaring in his eyes.
"Then we'll show them how it's done" Bardock began to eat, tearing the meat off the bones in seconds; exhibiting the typical eating style of the species, mostly the fighters. He polished off 2 plates before he took notice that his mate had not begun to take her share, instead, she watched him. He knew that look too well.
"What?" he asked, his tone monotone, disinterested.
"The birth is soon, Bardock… couldn't you stay for it?" she asked, rubbing her swollen belly gently as she did.
"What does it matter? The kid's going to pop out whether I'm here or not" Bardock reached for another piece of meat.
"You weren't here for Raditz's birth eith-"
"And that kid came out just fine. Now's the perfect time, in a few days the moon will be out, opportunities like that don't come by often" Bardock gritted his teeth as he explained with exasperation.
Bardock groaned as his mate said nothing, his brows twitching as she continued to watch him… nagging at him with silence. He turned his head, chewing the meat as he did his best to evade her stare. Both brows twitched as his attempts to ignore her pleading look, her frowning lips and basically her body language began to fail. He growled.
"Fine! The sooner I leave, the sooner I can return!"
She smiled at her apparent victory. Her mate had made her a promise to try to be here and it was enough.
"Thank you, Bardock"
"Ch!" he grumbled, his pride having taken a small dive after he had yielded to her request as he had on several occasions before.
"What do you want to call him?" Gine asked.
"What?"
"We're having another boy" she rubbed her belly, nodding at Bardock, who nodded once in approval.
"It's just a name, you name him" Bardock sank his teeth into his food again.
"I want you to name him… so you'll know it's him when you return" Gine held no illusion that her mate might not be in time to see their son's birth despite his promise; his next mission was rumoured to be difficult and dangerous, she knew this to be true.
He frowned, groaning lightly at her insistence, he chewed on his food slowly, pondering on a name.
"Kakarotto" he said after some thought.
"Kakarotto" she smiled.
"Now would you eat up" he reached for another piece of meat, bringing it towards her direction, offering it to her instead.
She took the offered meat with thanks, finally digging into the meal. Her mate was hardly ever home, but she would savour the times he returned before his missions, his lust for battle took him elsewhere. Fighting was never one of her strengths, and while she had not missed the field work, aka purge, during her time as a member of her mate's team, she missed the times when they were together even if she needed more rescuing than she could remember. It was for the best that she left the team for the labour work instead, she would only hinder him and she could not afford to distract him.
A few seconds into the meal and she felt something coil around her ankle. She smiled when she realised what that was. Her mate would never say it, not under oath or torture, perhaps not even in the face of death, but she always knew. She uncoiled her tail from her waist; reaching downwards, locating his tail around her ankle. Their tails touched and he hooked his with hers, like hands as fingers intertwined. On the surface, his face gave nothing away.
…
Where was she!? The gall, making him come all this way, this was the second time he had to go find her! Vegeta made his way towards the sleeping quarters, impatience drove him, the night was still young but he had not wanted to wait any longer.
Reaching the 3rd class sleeping quarters, his annoyance level went soaring, reaching the skies when he took his first glimpse of the numerous dome shaped nests. He knew there were quite a number of 3rd class citizens but this… damn it!
…
Thankfully his search ended quickly, having asked, no demanded another 3rd class tell him where Bardock's nest was. He made his way towards the structure and showed himself in without knocking. The hall was empty, but he could hear noises coming from behind the drape towards the back of the hall.
The sight that greeted him when he pulled the drape aside wasn't what he was expecting to find…
That 3rd class female and that 3rd class warrior Bardock, both naked; he had her pinned under him, overpowering her as far as Vegeta saw it and the strange sounds that came out of her. Misinterpreting the whole scene before him, Vegeta growled, in an instant, he had delivered a flying kick, sending his boot into Bardock's cheek.
Bardock turned slightly having sensed an oncoming attack but wasn't quick enough to parry the kick as it sent him tumbling to the side, off his mate and onto the floor.
"Bardock?!" Gine exclaimed in shock, covering herself with a blanket before turning to face their intruder, receiving yet another shock when she realise who the attacker was.
"What the fuck!?" Bardock got to his feet, pissed, then confused when he saw a kid glaring at him. "Oi kid! What the hell did you do that for?!" he hissed almost disdainfully, failing to recognise the identity of the boy.
"Bardock" Gine turned to him, gesturing to him to not say anything disrespectfully or in this case, not say anything at all.
"I am 'Prince' Vegeta! You will address me so!" he growled, angered at the audacity of this 3rd class, the lack of due respect and most noted the obvious lack of recognition. Fools, they should know their royalties no matter how often they were sent off planet.
"So you're the prince" Bardock rubbed his cheek, brushing Gine's warnings off his back, smirking as he took another look at the Saiyan Prince. He had heard much about him, mostly his fierce fighting spirit but today was the first time he ever saw him. He looked so much like his sire, he recalled, having seen the man during his rally before the war against the Tuffles.
"You would stoop so low as to attack a female heavy with cub, unable to defend herself!?" Vegeta pointed accusingly at Bardock. "What the hell were you trying to accomplish, ramming yourself against her that way!?"
"Eh?" Gine and Bardock shared confused looks before both adults realised what Vegeta meant.
"Your highness, it's not what you think… Bardock wasn't attacking me" Gine tried to explain as she got to her feet.
Bardock roared with laughter the moment the picture became clear to him; more at the circumstance surrounding the misunderstanding than the prince's innocence. Oh the prince was definitely too young; it was absolutely amusing. Vegeta's tail bristled at the laughter, taking offense at what seemed like a 3rd class laughing at him.
"We were screwing, fucking, young prince" Bardock still had that smirk on his face. "That's how cubs are made"
"Bardock!" Gine frowned at her mate, who stood butt naked, making no attempts to clothe himself. Saiyans aren't usually shy about these things, but such 'education' should be taught when cubs were older and by the cub's parents or guardians.
"She already has a cub in there, can't you wait until it's out before you attempt to put another one in?!" Vegeta hissed, crossing his arms as he did; feeling justified with his accusation. He was the prince of all saiyans and he had a responsible to his people, no matter how young he might be.
Bardock laughed even harder, oh kami, the prince was just too much! Even Gine had to fight back a smile but failed. Vegeta's scowl deepened and his tail bristled to 3 times its original size. Bardock then came around the cot he shared with his mate, to stand before Vegeta. Vegeta blinked, astonished at the massive appendage that was standing upright in his face. Sure he knew what that thing was… he was a guy, he had one too, but he had never seen one that big before or one that stood that straight.
He went on one knee, so he may speak to the prince at eye level and not blatantly have him on the same eye level as his semi-hard member, demonstrating the level of respect he was willing to give, not one that was due to the prince or demanded.
"You're alright, prince" he said with an approving look on his face and a hand on his head, not that Vegeta needed his approval.
Vegeta snorted and reached up to smack that hand on his head, Bardock smirked as he removed his hand, his lips drew back in a grin.
"I'll see you in your room, your highness?" Gine approached, drawing Vegeta's attention back to her.
Vegeta frowned, how quickly he had forgotten what he came for. He took another look at Bardock then back at Gine and nodded, satisfied that what he witnessed earlier wasn't an attack, judging by the clear absence of trauma and the lack of bruises and blood that went hand in hand with any attack.
"Settle what needs to be settled before you come over" he made his way out, his face showing boredom as he left the nest, his way of hiding his embracement at his judgement. He would not apologise, not even he would humble himself enough to offer an apology to a 3rd class but he had given them the time needed to 'finish up or clean up' whatever it was they were doing, his own way of giving back for the 'uncalled for attack' on Bardock and the interruption of whatever the heck a fuck and screw was. As far as Vegeta was concerned, all Bardock did was give his mate a body slam repeatedly at the lower region.
"Hn. The prince has some fire in him, he isn't all talk like the king" Bardock instinctively rubbed the bruise that became to form on his cheek. It stung slightly, damn the prince was strong for his age.
"Bardock. You shouldn't let anyone hear you say that" she hushed him, though inwards she agreed with her mate, but what could they do… the king was just as much a pawn like the rest of them. Soldiers paid to do a job without asking questions, but Freeza… she shuddered.
The Ice-jin was powerful and dangerous, feared across the entire galaxy. No one in the galaxy was unaware of his lesser qualities, but no one was powerful, brave or foolish enough to disobey.
But would their obedience, loyalty be enough?
She leaned towards her mate, coiling her tail around his thigh, bringing a hand across his strong chest, reminding him of the business they've left off at hand. Prince Vegeta had granted her and Bardock leave; time and she wanted to utilise it to the fullest before he left for his mission.
…
"He left for another mission" Vegeta looked towards the night sky as the same 5 space pods left Vegeta-sei's atmosphere.
"He did. For Planet Kanassa" Gine sat herself comfortable on the floor.
"What was that thing he did?"
"Thing? Your highness?" she blinked, unable to comprehend his question.
"You said he wasn't hurting you, so what was that he did" Vegeta grumbled when she made him repeat himself.
"It's something adults do, your highness…" she blushed a tiny bit, trying to find the appropriate words to explain to a child. "It comes after… a courtship, after the bite and… these things would be explained to you when you come of age, your highness… I don't have the authority to tell more before then"
"Ch!" Vegeta was less than pleased, again someone rubbed in a reminder of his age and inexperience in his face; no matter how true it was, that was unwarranted but a truth he had to accept. He wasn't weak but he was, still too young and he could not change that fact as much as he wished he could.
"Whatever! If you're not going to tell me then get on with the rest of it" Vegeta crossed his arms as he sat on his bed, waiting for her to continue.
…
"The warlord kept his word and stayed on, his previous defeat at the hands of that girl made him all the more determined to win their next battle before he returned to his capital.
After 2 more days of rest, the girl decided that he was well enough to leave the confinements of the place of healing but not enough to leave the village as yet. She ignored his protests and taunts, turned down his demands for another battle, it was too soon and they both knew he wasn't ready to take up his weapon once again. And so she decided if he had that much free time on his hands, he might as well help with some chores.
Most of the village's young men would travel further into the forest to forage and hunt for prey in the day and would only return close to evening. A small handful of them stayed behind with the women and tended the fields, the animals they reared for food and basically attend to their homes and needs.
He resisted, refusing to be assigned a task beneath his status but she would have none of that. Those who do not work, do not eat and in a remote place such as the village, their labour decides whether they would suffer starvation or have food on the table.
Against his will, he was made to work the soil alongside her so she may access his condition and keep an eye on him. He was raised to be a fighter, a warlord, a conquer; his hands were meant to wield a weapon, not to take on a task meant for slaves and peasants. He knew nothing of hard labour and it showed on the surface, so she taught him, showed him the ways of her world.
3 weeks passed. Amongst their differences, clashes and bickering, she guided him with disciplined patience and at the end of the day, though they fell short of the daily quota; they were able to look back at what they've accomplished with their own hands, blood, sweat and toil with satisfaction. They said nothing, there was no need for words as she tended to the blisters on the palm of his hands, as they sat down for their last meal of the day. He watched as she took a bite of the crop they've harvested in the day, a crop he sowed weeks before.
She nodded and told him to eat up, to relish the fruit of their hard work; he did, relishing the rewards of his work"
"She's fearless. How did she do it, command a warrior like she did without repercussion" Vegeta couldn't understand how a warrior would allow himself to take orders, even if said girl had won their match.
"She understands the importance of earning what you receive, but she isn't without reason. Though she made him work the fields, she took on the same workload and laboured beside him. No more and no less. He saw all this and was determined to prove himself to her that he could do the same, if not more" Gine paused so she could explain.
"Hn. He's brained washed" Vegeta rolled his eyes, too young to understand how adults think, but pride, he could associate. The warrior was a proud man and the idea that a woman might be better than him would make even Vegeta determined to prove her wrong.
"Ooh!" Gine brought her hands over her belly.
Vegeta turned towards her, raising a brow. "What is it?"
"He kicked" she ran her a hand gently over her belly.
Vegeta switched his attention towards her belly. Kicked? He stared.
"Would you like to feel it, your highness?"
Vegeta looked away immediately, crossing both his arms and legs as he rotated his body to one side. "Why would I want to do that!?" he hesitated, he was genuinely curious but even his curiosity wasn't enough to have him cast his pride aside, to have him associate too closely with a 3rd class, aside from his current company, but even then her company was temporary…
In his moment of distraction, a hand reached for his.
"Here" gently, she placed his palm against her belly. "Do you feel that?"
Not once did his eyes blink, at first due to shock that the female actually dared cross over her boundaries and touch him; the second in the form of astonishment when he felt something kick against his palm.
He withdrew his hand immediately with surprise.
"He kicked my hand" he answered, his face filled with awe at his first experience with an active, unborn cub. As expected, like a curious child, he reached forward again… forgetting his initial hesitation.
She smiled, amused at the prince's enthusiasm as he reached forward to feel her stomach again. She was further tickled when he went on to testing the baby's responses, gently pressing his palm against her belly in various locations and Kakarotto responding to every touch. If she didn't know better she would have thought the two of them were playing, or sparring.
"He anticipated all of my moves. He knows where my hand's going to land on" Vegeta said after awhile, smirking slightly as he continued to try to get the upper hand on the baby.
…
He was reluctant to stop but the night had gone on longer than usual; Gine was tired and had requested that she be allowed to take her leave. He granted it, dismissing her so she may return to her nest and rest; under his orders, the guard watching his door opened the door so she may leave.
"I expect you to return the next day, don't be late!"
"Goodnight your highness, I'll see you tomorrow" Gine smiled at his attempt to be assertive, having caught the reason behind the authoritative tone. He had allowed her to see a side of him he thought was weak, unbecoming of a future ruler and had felt the need to re-establish his role, his position and remind her of hers.
He wasn't capable of fooling her entirely however, she was a mated female and a mother. Her own son Raditz was hardly ever home, even at his young age his duties often took him elsewhere. The times when he was around however, he would always seek his parents out. She had noticed how he would often anticipate his father's return, how he would always want to be home before dinner was ready, eager to tell her how his mission went, how well he did.
But should his teammates be with him, his demeanour would change; acting all brattish and loud so as to not be seen as a child in the eyes of his peers; a child still tied to his mother's apron strings. She shook her head before a smile appeared on her face as she stroked her belly, soothing the boy sleeping in her belly.
To be continued ~
The "Present time" section will be posted once the whole thing's re-written again… to cut a long story short, I overwrote it accidently… 'faint' and my friend has already kicked me for it. I'm so sorry….
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As always I hope everyone enjoyed this.
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