"Go home Trunks." Vegeta said sternly to the blue haired kid in front of him.

"Not unless you come with!" Trunks argued every bit as stubborn as his father.

"No." Vegeta responded.

"Then, no." Trunks shot back mockingly.

"Don't you dare talk to me that way." Vegeta shouted. "I don't care how tall you are or how many wet dreams you've had over the past months. I am still your father and if you don't watch your mouth you're gonna wish you had."

Trunks had been coming at least once a week since Whis had visited to ask him to come home. Every time it was the same argument and every time Trunks left and he spent the rest of the day angry. Today was no different, Trunks huffed and turned his back on his father.

"One day I'm going to stop coming, and you're gonna regret driving me away." Trunks responded before taking to the air.

Vegeta brushed off his response and sat down to meditate. He had done a lot of physical training in his life so to progress he needed to focus on his mental.

Time passed but Vegeta couldn't shake the feeling that someone else was around. It was confirmed when he heard a a twig snap and someone curse.

"I thought I told you to go home." Vegeta bellowed.

"Well, no but if you really want me to." It wasn't Trunks. Vegeta stood and turned to meet the unknown addition.

"Oh it's you. How did you end up in my universe of all places?" Vegeta questioned the short sayijn in front of him.

"Well I was doing something for Lord Champa and decided to take a detour." Cabba responded. "You seem tense, wanna fight?"

Vegeta smiled. It had been some time since he had sparred with anyone, and he could certainly use it. Vegeta nodded and they fell back into position. The seasoned warrior against his young prodigy, if only his son had approached him this way instead perhaps they would have gotten somewhere. After a moment they both pushed off of the ground barreling towards eachother. They met with the intensity of a hurricane, both still in their base forms. Almost as soon as they met they were apart again. Sayijn powers clashing was always explosive. They dove back towards eachother in a barrage of punches, both had yet to use any of their ki. Cabba landed a hit directly in Vegetas gut this caused a moment of confidence that gave Vegeta the opening to slam him to the ground. Vegeta met him as he rose from his crater that was now implanted in the eath.

"M-maybe we should take this elsewhere?" Cabba suggested with a strained breath. Vegeta laughed and nodded before taking off. They met back up over an ocean that rested on the other side of the nearby mountain range.

"I think this should be pretty ok." Vegeta said with a grin.

"Don't overestimate yourself old man." Cabba said with a chuckle before letting out an ear splitting scream. Lightning began to gather around him as his scream became louder and more intense, Cabba was then enveloped by a blinding light. Vegeta examined the other as the light faded. Glowing blonde hair that stood on end spiked with lightning and covered with a very recognizable yellow aura.

"I suppose I shall match your bet." Vegeta responded before letting out a yell of his own.

"You sad?" Goku asked walking in to the gravity chamber.

"No." Bulma said wiping her eyes and standing from where she had been sitting in the center of the room.

"Lies. Look how red your eyes are." Goku teased poking her equally red cheek.

"You're right, I had just hoped that after 5 months he would be home. I just miss him." She said sadly.

"He will come home. I mean he was gone for like a year after you got pregnant with Trunks right?" Goku asked.

"T-that doesn't help Goku." Bulma shouted. "He's not coming back." This caused an unstoppable torrent of tears and sobbing. The first few months she had still been in denial regardless of the fact that she kept telling people he was not coming back. It had begun to actually hit her about a month ago. When Whis had shown up and alerted her of Vegeta's mortality. So now she was sure the stubborn man would die before he came home.

"Oh Bulma. You're always such a baby." Goku said softly before wrapping his arms around his friend.

This caught Bulma off guard. Goku had never really been one for physical affection and Bulma had never really been on the receiving end of it. How instantly hot and weak her body got surprised her as well. 'These can't be my feelings!' Bulma argued with herself. How had she become like this. She looked up at her friend with tears still in her eyes and he looked down at her. The electricity that ran between them was intense, but it felt manufactured. Seconds passed like minutes as their faces slowly drew closer to one another. When their lips touched it was wrong. Bulma could name all the things that were wrong. His lips were too soft and his hands on her body were too large, it was a strain to look up to him, but still her body melted in his hands.

Bulma tried to push him away or break the kiss, but it was to no avail. As the seconds past she felt further and further detached from her body, from the situation. As if she had moved to the backseat of the car and someone else was now driving, only the car was her body. And, much like a kid in the backseat on a long roadtrip, she seemed to lose all awareness of the situation.

\ Oh dear Queen we commend your bravery,

Through your might we are freed from slavery,

Fighting demons and gods to set us free,

A flourishing reign we are beginning to see,

The King is stubborn anxious and loud,

Yet with you as a bride he's never been more proud,

Your wisdom is bounds beyond our own,

peace and prosperity with you on the throne,

Follow the maternal blood to the past,

Now reassure that the peace shall last./

"So, your Throne is passed down maternally and you have a female leading you? This is probably the main difference between our people. Mine fought for glory and destruction. Yours fight for peace and protection." Vegeta looked over to the smaller sayijn who was sitting on the other side of the fire eating what was probably his 19th s'more.

"Yeah. I figured that was it." Cabba responded as he downed his s'more. He looked around for something to wipe the chocolate on before wiping it on his shirt and laying back on to the ground. "Just a little bit of our history. Seeing how minor changes caused major changes. Different worlds, different people, even different constellations. I've been to the earth in our universe, even that is so different."

"Yeah." Vegeta said with a nod. He too was entranced by the mysteries of the other universes.

"So you and your wife separated so you decided to live on the ground in the forest? Is that about right?" Vegeta nodded in response. "Well then, do you want to come live on planet Sadala?" Cabba asked.

"A great idea." Vegeta responded with a chuckle. "But no."

"Why not?" Cabba questioned. He had a lot of respect for the man in front of him. However he could not fathom why this Prince would allow his conditions to be as such.

"My people." Vegeta said softly. "It may just be Kakarot and a handful of our halfbreed offspring, but my people are here."

"Really because I don't see them?" Cabba said defensively.

"That's because Kakarot is hiding in a bush." Vegeta said irritably.

"No I'm not!" A voice rang out from the treeline.

"You however should go back to your planet while I deal with this idiot." Vegeta said to the small Sayjin. Cabba nodded and took off into the air.