Majin Saga: Trouble On Three Planets


Note 1: I said thursday, but here we are on tuesday, and I had it done so here you go world :)

Note 2: Vegeta's back. His scene is quite dark and sinister and bordering on an M rating so if you are sensitive I wouldn't read the third part of this chapter!

Note 3: Un-edited, what else is new :P

Note 4: Loving the love for this story, I'm so happy you are all enjoying it! Ps. Please don't hate me for this chapter :P

Happy reading everyone!


"Do you two HAVE to sit up there?" Trunks watched his grandfather seethe hatefully up at him from between his gritted teeth.

Trunks flipped his leg from the dangling, straddling position in which he sat on the giant arm-rest of the throne. He lazily brought both his feet to rest on the seat and took a moment to enjoy the view of the throne room. Casually he slouched his elbow on his knee and placed his chin in his up-stretched palm, wanting to taunt the King. He looked over with an amused twinkle at his half-saiyan friend who was perched upon the other large arm of the majestic throne.

"I don't know," He began in bored tone to provoke a reaction, which followed with a wicked smirk crossing the young teenager's face. "I kinda like it up here. What do you think Goten?"

"This is awesome!" His friend beamed enthusiastically, a giant smile blessing his face. Trunks' mischievous smirk deepened, he knew his friend's spontaneity wouldn't have let him down. He crossed his arms and leaned his right shoulder on the dazzling backboard of the throne.

"I guess that answers your question." Trunks continued while casually shrugging his free shoulder. He watched as his grandfather balled his fists in frustration, and as colour flooded to his face in rage.

"You disrespectful, insubordinate pieces of shit!" Trunks watched his grandfather rage taking a step up towards the throne. "I am King dammit, and you will treat me as such!"

"Ugh, Trunks, I think grandpa Vegeta's mad..."

"DO NOT EVER CALL ME THAT!" King Vegeta flared with anger and Trunks began to sense his power rising.

"He can call you what ever he wants!" Trunks yelled back bursting out of his seat and was now standing on the edge of the royal chair. Trunks put his hands on his hips and couldn't help but add a final remark, "Gramps."

"WHY YOU -"

"Nuh-uh." Trunks said while waving his finger menacingly to stop the advance of the raging King. Trunks looked down at his grandfather standing stalk-still, looking petrified of what the two of them may do. He was taking great amusement in taunting the man who tore his family apart. "Remember we're in charge."

"I've met all your requests, you two are lucky I didn't have you murdered in your sleep these past two nights!" The King's body was visibly shuddering with rage, ready to burst into battle at any moment, something Trunks wasn't completely opposed too. To his surprise though, he watched the King slump down a little, almost appearing defeated as he practically pleaded, "Now can you two just leave?"

The young prince was about to open his mouth to respond, but his best-friend beat him to the punch.

"Nah, Bulma said we're supposed to be babysitting you. Also something about causing trouble and making you miserable..." Trunks heard Goten say gleefully from beside him, and felt the air wisp onto the side of his arm from Goten's shaking head.

"Babysitting? BABYSITTING?" The King roared from below.

"Yeah babysitting." He responded bluntly. "Which means we are in charge."

"I should wipe you both from existence for your insolence" Trunks watched as his grandfather said cooly, his eyes narrowing in hate. The viciousness of the glare bore into Trunks, making him wish the situation was different, making him wish everything was different. But Trunks had had enough of wishing, and shook the soft thoughts from his head. This was a game of wits, and he would come out victorious.

"You should." Trunks said simply, placing his hands in his pockets and shrugging strategically. He even went so far as to look down in feigned shame. He watched from the tops of his eyes as King Vegeta's face screwed into a confused look, still murderous, but utterly confused. But It was his friend Goten, not his grandfather, who again pulled through with the exact line he needed.

"He should?"

The high pitched raspy voice was his cue. Trunks raised his head confidently and smile widely at the King. His eyes sparkled with mischief and wit as he shot his hands out of his pocket and crossed his arms confidently over his chest.

"He should." Trunks' smile widened at the even more befuddled look on the King's face. "BUT HE CAN'T!"

Trunks leaned forward over the edge of the royal seat he was standing on and stuck out his tongue at the fuming saiyan. His grandfather came lunging furiously up the ascending steps to the throne. Trunks waited patiently as the man came closer and closer, inch by inch. The split second it took for his father's elder look-alive to mount the steps felt like eternity, but Trunks waited.

As soon as his super-human hearing heard the King's first footstep on the top tier, Trunks knew it was time. He blasted into super saiyan throwing the King down the entire flight of steps and onto the hard ground below. Watching as his grandfather struggled to regain a standing position in the tangled mess of his cape almost made Trunks burst into laughter.

He watched as the King stood up, re-adjusting his armour and looking more menacing and hate-filled than ever. Trunks powered down as he looked at the man before him. His grandfather looked enraged, murderous and downright evil, but Trunks saw a flicker of an emotion that fluttered only instantly on the King's face... defeat. The young saiyan almost regretted how far he had taken things, but then shook his head in rebuttal to the thoughts of remorse.

"Mark my words boy." Trunks re-placed his attention on his steaming royal ancestor. His grandfather was pointing a threatening finger right at them. Trunks couldn't help but feel nervous since the King sported a glare so disturbing it would even challenge his own father's. "As soon as I figure out how you brats turn super saiyan, I will pulverize you!"

Trunks knew he shouldn't...but he couldn't find it in him to resist. He tried with all his might to stop it there, too keep his mouth shut. He really did want to eventually get to know his grandpa, to befriend him. And if not that, at least earn his acceptance. The way things were going now though, he knew that they were definitely not headed in the right direction. But this, this would sever all hope that remained. He really should have just stayed quiet...but then again, how could he resist?

His face flickered with uncontrollable amusement and his signature smirk graced his face. Barely restraining his laughter, he locked eyes with the mighty King-of-all-Saiyans and taunted;

"Didn't you hear? There was a bargain sale."


Bulma reached her arm through a jungle of namekian bushes to reach out to her prize. She could see the shimmering orange through the leaves as he dragon radar bleeped wildly. She reached he arm even further into the vegetation, earning herself some mild scratches along the length of her milky arm. Finally she felt her fingertips come in contact with the smooth surface of the magical ball. Using the pressure in the extremes of her fingers, she began concentrating on rolling the ball out from under the thorny bush. Biting her lip in concentration, the ball inched forward with the applied force. Soon Bulma could place her entire palm on the large dragon ball, and forced it forward even further Faster she watched the ball roll until at last it toppled out from the bush at came to rest at the base of her feet.

"Woohoo!" Bulma shouted in victory as she hopped up and down. On her third celebratory jump she bent down and picked out the humming ball. The heaviness of it weighed down on her, but her happiness drowned out the extra effort. She was one step closer to saving her husband. She whipped around to joyously address her friend.

"Goku our first dragon – Goku?" Bulma looked around and her friend, who had just been there was no where to be seen. Her heart sunk as she realized she was alone. The feeling was reminiscent of when she had been on the previous Namek. The Namek where she first formally met her prince. She stared at the scenery, the green of the plants and the blue of the water. It was so similar to that of earth, but also so different. Earth and Namek, both places just reminded her of her lost husband. She shook her head to banish her depressing thoughts which she seemed not able to escape no matter where she was. She felt her eyes begin to fill with tears, and just as one was about to fall...

"Hiya Bulma!" Goku suddenly appeared right in front of her, grinning as usual. She couldn't help but topple over in shock at his sudden appearance, dropping the dragonball on the lush patch of grass beside her.

"Goku! Where the hell did you..." Bulma started angrily, but was immediately sobered as she stared up at what the saiyan held stacked in his outstretched arms. She completed her lost sentence in nothing more than a stunned whisper, "Go?"

"To get these", he said simply as he placed all six other dragon balls on the ground next to the six star ball she had found. Next thing she knew his hand was extended before her to help her to her feet. Bulma graciously grasped his hand and was lifted to a standing position.

"But how?" She mumbled looking at the radar in her hand. "How'd you find them?"

Goku shrugged and reached under the sash of his gi to pull out a radar, identical to the one in her hand. "Took this from Goten's room."

"Trunks." Bulma growled, half angry at her son, but also half proud of his genius. No one has ever been able to reproduce that design of hers. "That boy needs to STOP making these."

Her friend laughed. "It came in handy though."

She looked at him blankly, but then returned his smile. It had came in handy. Goku's instant-transmission plus the radar just cut their search down to less then a minute.

"Alright, so now we need to get these to a Namekian..." Bulma began, but was cut off by her speedy friend.

"Already done," Goku said as he took a seat on the soft, green grass. "Moori is on his way."

Bulma beamed down at her friend, who was staring at the sky with an aloof gaze. She plumped down beside her alien friend, awaiting the arrival of the Namekian elder.

"You've gotten too good at this Son Goku." She smiled joining him in a peaceful moment looking at the blue sky. The with a teasing tone she playfully nudged her friend's shoulder. "It's no fun anymore."

"Ha ha. Hey, don't blame me!" He shrugged, laying back onto the grass with his hands behind his spiky head of hair. "Besides, I know how important this is to you."

Bulma brought her knees into her chest and cradled them in an attempt to comfort herself. This was important to her, more than important to her, it was everything to her. She didn't know how she'd survive without him, how her family would survive without him. She looked over to Goku, wondering how to expressed her gratitude to him, trying to put together the right words for what he had done for her.

"Thanks." Was all she could come up with.

Her guilt for such a weak thanks was short-lived as she spotted a green blurb coming at them in the sky. Both her and Goku shot to their feet as the namekian landed a few feet from them. Bulma recognized the red-vested namekian, his harsh face and lined forehead etched in her brain for their previous encounter at Capsule Corp. Although, he did look older than their last encounter, but then again it had been years...

"Heya Moori!" Her friend greeted with a welcoming wave.

"Goku." He said sternly, Bulma noted he did not look the least bit happy, so she decided to put on a joyous smile and try to cheer him up.

"Hey Moori, hows it going? Long time no see!" She said, hoping her cheeriness would lift his gloomy spirits. She noted his head seemed to almost be hidden in shame behind his large, puffy white collar.

"Bulma." He mumbled gravely. She noticed a bead of sweat forming on the side of his forehead, his antennas even appeared to be shaking in nervousness. "Know I am only doing this because it was you two who asked. I do not condone your choice of a wish and nor do the elders, and your guest is not welcome here."

Bulma nodded curtly. She knew she was bound to get resistance for someone eventually, she was just happy her friend was so willing to help. "We understand."

"Then I shall begin." She and Goku stood silent as Moori closed his eyes and outstretched his hand over the humongous dragonballs. A slue of namekian words began to flow from his mouth, sounding almost poetic in Bulma's ears. As more words escaped into the air, the sky grew darker. Sounds of animals scattering and thunder clattering soon drowned out the poetic peace Bulma found in the namekian chant.

Suddenly, Bulma was again witness to the mighty Porunga erupting into the sky. His green dragon tail seemed endless as it circled and weaved through the mess of opaque clouds. His muscular torso rippled overhead and his horned shoulders and head seemed to pierce through the sky. His mighty hands hovered closely above the three of them, almost causing Bulma to take a step back so as not to be snatched up.

Then in his deep, godly voice that radiates through the entire planet, the eternal dragon spoke.

"You have gathered the seven Dragon Balls... Make your wish... I shall only grant three."

"Moori, we just need one -" Bulma began to whisper in Moori's ear, wanting to urge the process on. The namekian raise his green hand right in her face to silence her.

"I know. It shall be done." He said sternly. Bulma retreated as she began to here the namek start a poetic song yet again. She prayed to Dende she was doing the right thing. Glancing over at Goku for moral support, and there he stood smiling at her giving her the confidence to turn back to the gruesome-looking sky.

The onslaught of namekian words suddenly stopped floating in Bulma's ears. There was a stifling silence as she awaited Porunga's judgment. Her heart stopped beating and her lungs withheld the air the enveloped as she waited. Finally his answer came.

"Your wish has been granted." Echoed loudly across the plains and the lakes of New Namek, and even more so they echoed right through Bulma. She felt the words in the very centre of her being, warming up her insides. Finally she would have answers.

A flash of brilliant light sparked across the sky as Porunga retreated back into the dragonballs. The seven orbs blasted into the clearing sky and went flying across the planet in every which direction.

Bulma brought her gaze back down to the field in front of her. A short green figure was standing in the middle of it, her heart fluttered hopefully. Then upon seeing a flash of his orange cape, she was certain the wish had worked.

There, in the middle of a lonesome field on New Namek, stood Babidi.


Majin Vegeta stepped out of the space pod and onto the grey earth below, thankful the pod he was in hadn't been properly fuelled. It barely even had any reserves left, bringing him no further than the centre of the northern quadrant. He scowled at the location he had been dropped in, the south was just so much more...fun. He smirked as he rummaged through Vegeta's youthful memories of the south quadrant, indeed it certainly had more life. Which in turn meant, there was more to kill. A devious smile developed on Majin Vegeta's face, at least this horrid planet would give him a chance to be re-acquainted with his body. He stretched his aching muscles from the stiffening ride in space, taking note of which seemed more developed than the others. He continued to test his body's ability and his senses. He noted with his newfound sight that the landscape was arid and pathetic, and his nose detected that the air was more than substandard. Deciding to hold his breath for his exploration of the planet, Majin Vegeta took to the air.

As he rose into the pink sky, he ripped off the royal cape from his back along with the restricting shoulder pads. It wasn't like he'd be needing them, he was the most powerful being in the universe. He could literally feel that the overwhelming power of the Saiyan's body was even stronger than before. He smirked as he came to a halt in the sky. It felt so good to be free again.

And to celebrate, he only had one thing on his mind; Kill.

Majin Vegeta snapped his eyes open and began reaching out with his mind to sense for any inhabitants on the disgusting planet. When he finally sensed a pocket of bustling life coming from the far of distance, he immediately hurtled towards the region. An evil smirk graced his lips as he came to a hovering halt above the small city.

Using his enhanced saiyan vision he scanned in between the grey-mud like buildings and zoomed in on the people who wondered below. The species that inhabited the planet were of saiyan-like build, but were hairless, and unlike the dull colours of the planet, they were a brilliant shining blue. He watched as they wondered through the streets, going about their daily lives.

Soon enough, they'd all be dead. It brought him great joy knowing he'd interrupt their beautiful day with nothing but doom and disparity. He laughed joyously at the thought of pulverizing their entire species, making them beg for their lives, and then take it before their eyes. He would be cruel and merciless. Majin Vegeta smirked, he had been locked up too long.

Slowly he lowered himself on a gravel road on the outskirt of the city. As his boots hit the ground Majin Vegeta felt filled with anticipation of the gory scene that was about to unfold. He stood still as the blue, human-like inhabitants pushed by him. Some stop and stared, some just ignored his presence all together. The men wore nothing but dull coloured pants, leaving their torso exposed for attack. The women, like the men wore long pants, but covered their bouncing chests with a tube like shirt. Majin Vegeta noted that the array of colours of the shirts seemed to be broader than the dull greys and browns of the pants.

He smirked as he watched one of the women pass by on her way to barter with the old man in the booth beside him. The evil prince eyed her up and down. The women here were taller than most of Vegeta's previous encounters, actually being even slightly taller than the men. And they were all certainly taller than Majin Vegeta, but that didn't bother him. They more than made up for it with their long legs and luscious, tight asses. His eyes wondered up to the women's breast, noting their perfectly round shape. The womanly features of her light blue face also were adequate, though like the men they did not possess any hair.

Yes the women of this planet were truly interesting creatures, which would make his destruction all the more... entertaining.

Majin Vegeta took a step forward, but before his boot even touched the ground, a man had accidentally brushed his side. His hardened face distorted into a devious smirk. It was time to begin.

Majin Vegeta whipped his hand around to grab the young man by the throat in a bone-crushing grip. He relished in the screams of the scattering crowd, and couldn't help but smile as he felt the man's life slowly fading from right beneath the tips of his fingers.

"YOU MONSTER!" The man bloodily spat out at him in galactic standard through his collapsing airway. Majin Vegeta loved how he struggled, how he tried to kick and punch his frail blue limbs, but it was no use against his might.

"Tsk Tsk, that's not very nice." He said innocently, squeezing even tighter on the sides of man's neck, "Someone needs to learn a lesson."

With that Majin Vegeta punctured the man's flesh on either side on his neck and grabbed onto his oesophagus, tearing right out from the man's body. Immediately the man fell limply to the gravelled ground, dead. Majin Vegeta stood their, in the middle of the panic stricken street, holding the organ proudly as his prize. He watched as the inhabitants of the gruesome world ran into their houses and closed their snacks.

He snickered under his breath as he through the bloody throat on the ground.

"You can run." He whispered to himself menacingly. "BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!"

Majin Vegeta blasted into super saiyan in the middle of the empty street and began shooting ki blasts at the surrounding buildings, enjoying watching them burn and hearing the screams. It was like a drug to him, he fed on their fear.

The people who had just escape to the inside for shelter, were now taking to the streets for freedom from the blaze. Majin Vegeta lunged at an older man who had just run out of the fiery house next to him, and plunged a fist effortlessly through his exposed stomach. He savoured the image of his fist sprouting out of the man's back, splattering blood into the air. When he withdraw his fist he drop-kicked the body into the crowd of scattering people. The ear-splitting shrieks of their shock were like music to his ears as the body landed among them.

He smiled widely and flared his immense power. It was amazing to be free.

Majin Vegeta powered down and began walking further into the city, eliminating life he saw on the way with a simple flick of his finger. Some he would let go, her would let run, he would let them think they were safe and then tear that hope from before his eyes.

As he walked down the muddied street, he took a particular notice to one building on his left. The building had a picture of a large stein on the sign, and Majin Vegeta knew in that instant what it was. How fun indeed.

He blasted off the rickety wood-like door and entered the dark, candlelit tavern. The tables and bar stools were empty, chairs as glassed up turned and broken. He laughed at the chaos he had caused, taking great pleasure in the abandoned scene. Then he heard a tiny noise come from behind the bar, a sob. His wicked glare grew even more twisted as he stalked across the dirt floor to the decaying bar in the corner of the room. Majin Vegeta lazily lay both his gloved hands on the filthy counter and peered over to the other side.

There cowering in each other's arms were two of the blue creatures. One was an older looking man, who sported an apron over his exposed torso, the other was a young female with a beautiful figure and a decent face to say the least.

"Well." Stated Majin Vegeta plainly, a plan of how best to torture the two already forming in his mind. He took a seat on one of the bar stools that remained up right. "That is no way to treat a guest. Give me your strongest drink."

There was no response other than sobs from the other side of the bar. The evil prince slammed his hands down in frustration. "Do you not speak Galactic Standard? When I ask you serve... IMMEDIATELY!"

The older, wrinkled man was the first to shoot up from his withdrawn position. Majin Vegeta observed him closely as he pat down his apron and began to mix several little bits of several bottles together in a large glass. "Yes sir, right away sir."

Soon enough Majin Vegeta had a large glass of a strong liquor concoction placed in front of him. The icy liquid in the glass cause water to condense and ripple down the outside. The notorious prince place a free hand on the glass handle and lifted it to his lips, teasingly pressing it to his lips. His eyes were locked on the two blue creatures who cautiously observed him. He smirked with the glass at his lips, knowing their eyes read that what ever was in the cup was dangerous, that they expected something to happen.

And then in one giant swig, he downed the glass. He immediately felt warmer, and a slight tingle in his finger tips, but nothing more than that.

To his great pleasure, their eyes widened in shock.

"Expecting a different reaction were you?" He jested.

"No, ugh... that's just... our strongest..." The old man shuddered, his wrinkles even trembling with fear.

"Hmm. I see. Well if that's the best you can do, your service is no longer required." Majin Vegeta waved dismissively before leaping over the counter at the unprepared man. He plunged his right hand deep into the man's chest, and tore out his heart. The lifeless man immediately fell to the ground. Majin Vegeta lazily tossed the still-beating organ aside onto the dirt ground, where the blood and dirt morbidly muddied the surface of the red sphere.

He lifted his head to see the female charging towards him, angrily flaring her arms and crying. He grabbed both her wrists as she attempted an attack and quickly shoved her up against the back wall. Majin Vegeta pinned his body right onto hers.

"Aren't we feisty?" he said with a perverted grin.

"You fiend!" He took pleasure in her insult as he drew his face closer to her, and since she was substantially taller, it put his face at her neck level. He purred onto her lush skin.

"You flatter me," Majin Vegeta hummed into the crease of her long, elegant neck.

"What do you want? We've paid our dues!" He could feel her struggle under his palms, and her body convulse against his.

"What I want?" He smirked evilly and looked into her face. "I don't want for anything, I just take it."

"Wait," A look of pure horrific realization crossed her face. "Your don't work for the Arcosians?"

"I work for no one wench." Majin Vegeta whispered into her neck nibbling it's length as he brought both of his hands onto her hips. She began pounding her fists into his back, but he felt nothing but the warmth of her skin under his hands as they crept furthur up her torso.

"STOP IT! PLEASE." Her squirming turned him on and her begging made him want her even more. He inched his hand up her soft torso until he felt the fabric of her strapless shirt.

"Please, I'll do anything!" She mummbled almost hoplessly into his spikey hair, but she rufused to give up her furry of persistant punches and kicks. He smiled at her persistance.

"That's what I'm hoping for." Majin Vegeta uttered insanly as he stared into her deep blue eyes, and began to inch the tips of his fingers underneath her bright yellow blouse.

Suddenly, he was paralyzed. He could not move his hands any furthur up this girl, nor could he move his feet and body any closer. Pictures and memories of the woman, Bulma, involuntarily flooded his evil mind. The bombarment of happy memories with her froze him on the spot, unable to continue his unwarrented advances on the specimen before him. He gazed cruelly into her blue eyes as she continued her pounding on his back. The alien kept screaming her lungs out to his great dismay. He watched as her sparkling eyes finally widened in realization that she could escape.

What the fuck is going on?

Majin Vegeta growled furiously as his prey began to pry her way out of his immobilized grip. He watched as her aqua orbs flashed hatefully down at him. His mind suddenly burst out in pain and his body was forced to recoil from her, completely freeing his prey. Majin Vegeta barely could manage to watch as his prey escaped him onto the tattered streets through the brain-splitting pain in his head. Then he saw not only the woman, but the grotesque Brats as well. And even through the thought contorting pain, he knew it was him who was doing this.

"Vegeta..." He growled painfully under his breath as he whirled his arm through the air and smashed the bar into smithereens in frustration. Pictures of Vegeta's revolting family flashed uncontrollably in his shared mind. He knew his prisoner had stopped him from claiming his prize. And Vegeta would undoubtedly not be forgiven for it.

"ARGHHHH!" Majin Vegeta roared angrily, almost bringing down the building with the volume of his tortured yell. He began to channel his stolen power into pushing the happy images from his mind, trying as hard as he could to destroy Vegeta once and for all. But the good prince inside him wouldn't give up. Sweat began to drip down the side of his head, and the pain became more irritating than ever.

Majin Vegeta flung himself from the ground of the bar and shattered through the grey roof of the tavern. The evil prince flew upwards until he was clear from the city and envelopped entirely by the pink sky above. His eyes were a blazing fire of hate and frustration, but the images slowely stopped and the pain sweetly subsided.

He stared across the planet at the poisonous pink horizon, in the direction of the planet that was home to his misery, knowing what had to be done to finally break the proud prince he held captive inside.

He would go to earth and obliterate her.

He would go to earth and, once and for all, eliminate all of them.