Vegeta wiped at his mouth, eyes staring at Kakarot's spawn. Surely he'd let this go on for far too long? If he couldn't inflict his revenge on Kakarot then he'd inflict it upon the next best thing - his son. His tail uncurled from his waist swishing behind him, restless. He'd forgotten the comfort it gave. Heck, he'd forgotten a lot of things about being Saiyin. He'd spent so much time blending into this mud ball he'd all but forgotten who he truly was.

Then he had to go around reminding them who he was almost to the point where he'd began to wonder who exactly had forgotten he was the Saiyin Prince. But that would soon all change, after tonight they'd all know. His rivalry against Kakarot had all but blinded him into becoming someone he wasn't. The need to best him had consumed his very existence. It was no wonder he'd started to lose his sanity, it was after all only a matter of time.

"Hey Vegeta, are you going to fight me or what?" Gohan asked from above.

Vegeta snapped back from his thoughts. Kakarot's passing was a blessing in some ways, who'd have thought his son would become so cocky. With the proper teachings the boy could turn into a very good warrior- not great like he, Vegeta, but very good too. A smirk graced his lips; perhaps he wouldn't kill the boy after all. What greater revenge to have Kakarot comeback to find his son turned into a true warrior like Vegeta himself.

A ruthless warrior who strived to reach his full potential. Vegeta took to the sky his ascend slow as he watched the boy behind his crimson eyes. That would all come later, after he beat the boy near to death he'd breathe him back to life, awaken the Saiyin in his blood. Later the boy would thank him but as for now, Vegeta shifted in blinding speed to land a blow connecting with bone, he'd let him eat dirt.

-/-

Bulma's fingers clutched around the steering wheel as she flew in her aircraft into the night. She wasn't sure where they were fighting but she had a hunch. Images kept drifting into her line of vision, she couldn't get rid of that gruesome sketch on that wall. She wasn't even sure of what she'd say to Vegeta if she got there in time. Hell, she wasn't even sure if that was Vegeta. She clenched her teeth trying to surpass the fear that gnawed at her.

She yearned for the recklessness she'd possessed in her younger years. Things were different now; it wasn't all about her and her need for excitement anymore. Yes, the urge was still there and if it ever started up again all she had to do was remember the plane crash curtsey to the late Dr. Gero. Nope those days for her were over, she had Trunks to think about now. She wasn't only Bulma the beautiful genius but also Bulma the wife and mother.

Never before had the night been so dark during a full moon, it was almost eerie, but she couldn't turn back now. Yes, her relationship with Vegeta hadn't always been easy and she'd started to think it never would be, but she loved him. Regardless of everything, she loved him. It was a blessing and a curse but she carried it around her like the crown she knew Vegeta sometimes wished he could bestow on her. Vegeta didn't know this but to her he'd always been the prince, whether as a royal pain or as the knight in blue spandex he'd been a prince to her.

She didn't care about whose Ki blast was the biggest or whose hair turned a brighter hue of gold all she cared about and had cared about since the day she fell in love with him, was Vegeta. Vegeta the jerk who never says 'I love you', Vegeta the father who didn't know how to tell his son he was proud of him and Vegeta the Prince without a throne.

Now she just had to find a way to make him see that. That no, she didn't love him because of, but in spite of. Before she lost him to his biggest enemy… himself

-/-

He leaned back in his seat his eyes staring into the wide abyss before him. A hand stroked his mustache absently as thoughts swam in his mind. His muscles were tense from the confinement he resided in and from the yearning to do battle, real battle that is. His musings were interrupted by a firm knock on his door and he raised a hand gesturing the young soldier in, his eyes shifting with reluctance from the view.

"Sire, there has been a reading," the soldier said panting.

He sat more in attention but refused to allow the glimmer of hope he felt surface. Too long his hopes had been raised only to have them dashed at the very last. "Continue," he said gruffly.

The soldier took a moment to compose himself. "From a planet two years from now, but with our ship we can reach it in a day," the soldier said.

He sat quietly weighing the cons in his mind. He placed his hand on his chest, clutching the emblem holding his cape together. "Twelve hours then I want to have reached this planet," he said finally his voice brooked no argument. The soldier gulped hesitant, but nodded and with a bow he walked to the door.

"And soldier," he called out his eyes drifting back to the screen window before him.

"Yes, Sire?" the soldier asked.

He let a silence draw out before he spoke again, his voice edging into threat. "Find my son… find Vegeta."