A/N: Thanks again for all of the continuous support and feedback; it's very much appreciated!
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coldblue2015: I'm in the process of PM'ing you again!

Gamelover41592: 17 is still unaware of what's going on for right now, but that won't be for too much longer; so you're definitely not missing anything! Also, unlike canon, Babidi is dead so that global announcement thing from him won't happen. But will get to see some 17 soon!

Chapter 20: "To The Left Where Nothing Is Right or To The Right Where Nothing is Left?"

Vegeta remained as he was, arms folded across his chest as he kept to himself.

He was in Hell and while that certainly wasn't a surprise there, the male was actually surprised that he was allowed to keep his body. And for the life of him, he couldn't fathom why.

After all, he was by no means pure.

Perhaps it was due to him killing Majin Buu at the cost of his life. But then again, was such an act really enough to make up for all of his wrongdoings and sins? For all of the lives he took and all of the planets he eradicated? What's more is that Vegeta didn't even think to question King Yemma about this; he had been far too distracted and immersed within his own thoughts at the time.

Considering that he did sacrifice himself for the sake of others for what had to be the first time, after all.

In addition, Vegeta was of royal status and someone that was royalty wasn't expected to sacrifice anything for others; if anything, it was supposed to be the other way around. However, for as long as Vegeta could remember, it has never been that way. Since when did someone that was of royal status live their life enslaved by a tyrant? Further, in what world and universe was it normal for a Prince to bear witness to his father, the King, getting pushed around by said tyrant? His father's words as the King didn't mean anything, nor did his own words as the Prince mean anything to anyone.

All in all, all his father carried was a title that bore no weight.

And the same had always applied for himself whether Vegeta liked it or not.

So could he really be faulted for the things he desired in this world? His birthright, his status of royalty were all stomped on and disregarded at a young age and he eventually adapted to taking things by force and rebelling. Moreover, for someone that was a Prince and for someone that was an Elite Sayian warrior, Vegeta has always had to work ironically hard to obtain the things that mattered to him.

To obtain the things that he should already have.

And it just wasn't fair.

So why should he feel bad for the way he acquired things in life? It wasn't as if he asked to be enslaved by Frieza. He didn't ask for Frieza to destroy his home and his race, his people, after using them to do his dirty work.

Vegeta harrumphed.

It was almost as if the harder he strived, the harder he failed.

Like with destroying Frieza.

Or with becoming a SSJ.

And with standing up against Cell.

He was always several steps behind no matter what it came to and in the end, it was like his actions towards his goals and desires did nothing short of blow up in his face. And others like Bulma and Raditz had the audacity to complain about his attitude or about him consistently "messing things up". The Prince scoffed. As if. Besides, the Saiyan Prince was willing to bet his life that Bulma, Raditz, and anyone else for that matter wouldn't last a day in his shoes; and until they watched as others easily obtained what they couldn't for years on end, they would never understand.

Further, if it was one thing that always remained true since he was a child, it was that the strong survived whilst the weak perished. A prime example was his father and his race; they were too weak to stand up to Frieza and ultimately perished. All in all, Vegeta was sick and tired of not getting what he deserved according to his birthright. He was sick of being left behind and he was sick of failing; thus, realizing that Kakarot and Raditz left him more behind than he originally thought was the last straw.

So, naturally, upon seeing an opportunity for strength with Babidi's magic, he took it.

He hadn't been able to prove his strength against Freiza or Cell, so the next best thing was to surpass Kakarot and Raditz and be the best of the best moving forward to avoid ever being in someone's shadow again. What was the point of having goals if one wasn't willing to do whatever it took to accomplish said goals? He was a Saiyan warrior, the Prince of ALL Saiyans, and he refused to do anything half-baked.

Thus, it mattered not how he was regarded.

And it mattered not if he had to sacrifice or use others in the process, right? After all, since when did feelings ever get anyone any where?

But wasn't that a bit ironic coming from someone that sacrificed himself in the end for the sake of others?

An image of his family flashed in his head and the Saiyan Prince closed his eyes in an attempt to will away such images. Just where was he going wrong? And why couldn't he figure it out? Kakarot was the exact opposite of him, completely selfless, and had everything Vegeta could ever wish for. Even Raditz had a family of his own and he was just as strong as Kakarot. And honestly speaking, Vegeta had suspected that maybe having those bonds granted them that strength, but Frieza didn't have bonds and he was still powerful.

If anything, it was obvious he was overlooking something here.

And whatever it was he was overlooking, Vegeta was certain it had nothing to do with his conviction as he had plenty.

"Looks like we have another Saiyan monkey down here."

Such a comment was stated with such distain and hatred, that Vegeta didn't even have to open his eyes in order to know who was currently trekking towards him; it was Zarbon.

And by the sound of things, it would seem as if Zarbon wasn't alone.

Vegeta slowly opened his eyes, a slow smirk spreading across his features. Calmly, Vegeta's black eyes took in Zarbon, Dodoria, and Jeice and then the male was all but diverting his attention back onto the ring leader before retorting with ease, "I'd rather be a Saiyan monkey than a lackey of Freiza's any day."

Zarbon's eyes narrowed slightly; however, he maintained his composure for the most part, "Oh? Is that really how you feel? Have you forgotten what became of you useless apes?"

Dodoria released a cocky chuckle, shoulders shaking in the process. "It would seem so. Maybe you ought to remind him, Zarbon."

Zarbon's smirk widened. "Perhaps I should."

"Yeah," Jeice agreed, a smirk of his own present. "I mean I clearly remember the Prince of Monkeys being a lackey of Lord Freiza's as well; isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?"

Vegeta dropped his arms from his chest, sending the male a taunting smirk as he all but completely ignored Jeice's words. Jeice, aware that Vegeta was deliberately ignoring him, all but scowled in displeasure.

But Vegeta could care less.

"And just what is you plan on reminding me of? Because even if you do transform into that thing, even that won't do you any good against me."

Zarbon's eyes widened briefly; however, he quickly caught his bearings. Easily, Zarbon brushed a few loose strands of his beautiful hair out of the way, chuckling lightly, "Oh, Vegeta. What a pity. It seems you're still just as arrogant as ever."

"And you're still just as hideous as ever."

Zarbon looked near insulted. "Hideous? I don't think so." Then Zarbon's eyes narrowed, "I suggest you watch what you say."

Vegeta smirked. Zarbon was still the same after all. If anyone made a comment towards his appearance that Zarbon didn't like, Zarbon was quick to go on the defensive and get upset. How pathetic. Nevertheless, he'd make an example out of the three before him. The Saiyan Prince's eyes diverted off of the three before him and onto the immense crowd watching on from a distance.

He easily spotted Saiyans as well as more of Frieza's men among the crowds.

"So," Vegeta stated bluntly after he finished taking in their audience, "are we doing this or not?"

Naturally, Zarbon dropped his arms from his chest and moved to take a step forwards. The others behind him followed suite, seemingly prepping themselves; however, Vegeta didn't give them any more time to do anything more. In a instant, Vegeta was all but slamming his fist into Zarbon's chest and sending him hurling backwards before phasing in between Dodoria and Jeice, charging up ki blasts in either of his hands.

Their eyes widened in realization, but it was far too late as Vegeta was already sending them hurling backwards in the same direction he sent Zarbon hurling in with two ki blasts to the chest.

The Saiyan Prince had all but basically defeated them with little to no effort at all.

If this was what his time would consist of in Hell, then maybe he could get used to this.

That was if anyone dared to approach him after this.

~0~

Chi-Chi wasn't happy.

The only time Goku had to spend with her and their family had been interrupted, then some weird men attacked her eldest son at the tournament, and then afterwards mostly everyone ended up leaving the tournament to tend to something else.

Something of which she already had a bad feeling about mind you.

Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, her eldest son ended up getting killed by Majin Buu and Goku was now currently training their youngest child to fight against the very thing that took away their Gohan.

The raven-haired woman released an exasperated sigh.

If this kept up, she'd look older than Bulma.

"Ms. Chi-Chi?"

Upon being addressed, Chi-Chi whirled around to face the source; it was none other than Videl and the short-haired woman had her fists balled. At the sight, Chi-Chi cocked a black brow, "Videl?"

"I hope I'm not going to upset you or anything by saying this, but - " Videl clenched her fists harder if possible, steeling her gaze as she took in the older woman - "there's just no way that I can believe that Gohan's dead. I tried accepting what Goku and Raditz said, I even tried to let it sink in, but I just can't."

"Well," Bulma interjected before Chi-Chi could respond. The blue-haired scientist was all but trekking towards them with a light smile on her features, though it was quite obvious it was fake, "If nothing else, you sure are adamant about your feelings."

"I'll say," Chi-Chi agreed, "I'm beginning to think you may have feelings for my son, Videl."

Videl's eyes widened, flushing slightly at the accusation. "Wait, huh?"

Bulma giggled lightly behind a hand, her small shoulders shaking in the process. "Well she certainly didn't deny it, so maybe she really does have feelings for Gohan, huh, Chi?"

Videl flushed harder if possible, mentally berating herself for being so transparent. She awkwardly cleared her throat and opened her mouth to say something else; however before she could do so, her cell phone was ringing.

Thank Kami.

She didn't even care that it was her dad, she just wanted to get herself out of this embarrassing situation.

"Uh, I have to take this. It's my dad and he's probably worried about me."

And so without further ado and to save herself from further embarrassment, Videl quickly dismissed herself. Meanwhile, Chi-Chi and Bulma stared after the younger woman for a moment, before diverting their attention onto each other.

"How were the twins when you went to go check on them?"

"They're still sleeping," Bulma supplied and then Bulma's blue eyes shifted onto Goku and the others, a frown forming on her pretty features. "I'm guessing they still haven't taken a break, huh?"

Chi-Chi shook her head. "No and knowing Goku, he's probably not going to take one. I guess that was just wishful thinking on my part. Same with thinking that I was actually going to spend time with my husband."

Bulma shot Chi-Chi a pointed look, but opted to remain silent. Hopefully they weren't going to have this conversation again. But if they were, it would probably do Chi-Chi more good to just relay her worries to Goku since her words were only doing but so much for Chi-Chi; not to mention it was becoming painfully clear that Chi-Chi really did need to talk to Goku.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be coming up so consistently.

At least not in this nature.

~0~

"Perfect!" Goku praised as he took in Zangya and Android 18. "You guys are doing good so far with the overall technique, so why don't you two take it the next step up and work on getting your power levels the same?"

Goku didn't wait for either of the two women to respond, instead his black eyes diverted back onto Trunks and Goten. "As for you two," he offered them an encouraging smile despite them not showing as much progress as the older women, "Your technique still isn't quite there yet. You guys just need some more practice and then you'll be like Zangya and 18 in no time."

Trunks frowned, "You hear that Goten? Our technique sucks because you keep messing up."

Goten pouted. How come everything was always his fault? "That's not true, Trunks! Take that back; I'm trying just as hard as you!"

"Now, now," Goku soothed, "Let's remember what I said earlier, okay? This will go a lot faster if everyone cooperates. Plus, " Goku tacked on, "I really don't have much time left here on Earth so it's important that we get this done and make the most out of our time."

"Goku's right," Piccolo agreed, "Besides, while we don't have to train Zangya or 18 afterwards, you two are a different story. Unlike Zangya and 18, you're both inexperienced and unfamiliar with fighting."

Goten blinked, tilting his head to the side. "Inexperienced?"

"Well to be fair," 18 cut in stoically, noting that Trunks was whispering to Goten. 18 assumed that Trunks was simplifying Piccolo's words in an easier way for him to understand and merely continued, "They're not really expected to have much given that they're still rather young."

Zangya cut her eyes. "Are you bringing that up again? Didn't you hear what Tarble said earlier? Saiyans were purging planets at the age of four."

"As I was saying," 18 continued, all but pointedly ignoring Zangya and keeping her eyes trained on Piccolo's, "Given that they aren't really experts with fighting, is there really any guarantee that they'll be able to stand up against Majin Buu even after fusing? They don't have much more time to practice, so what good is fusing going to do if they don't have the battle experience after training?"

"I understand your concerns," Piccolo assured with ease, "And it's very likely that we won't have time to actually test their powers by the time we finish training, but it's still worth a shot and it's still worth remembering that they're ultimately our last resort."

"Yeah," Krillin butted in, "If anything I'm sure we're all secretly hoping that Raditz and Tarble finishes up soon; Goku and Raditz are pretty much the strongest, after all, so if Raditz finishes while Goku still has some time left then maybe the two of them really can take on Majin Buu together."

"Well," Goku drawled out slowly, "remember when I said that I've only really gone into my SSJ3 form in the Other World and that it could possibly take me longer to obtain that form while on Earth?"

Krillin nodded and Goku continued, "Well unfortunately, there's no way I could transform into SSJ3 as quickly as Raditz and then still have time left to fight Majin Buu beside him. I've been thinking about that since he suggested it earlier. Plus we still don't know how much of my time is going to be devoted to the boys just yet."

"Couldn't you go in the Time Chamber for a bit once Raditz gets out?" Zangya suggested.

"I could," Goku agreed with a nod, "but it's still all going to boil down to time at the end of the day and I'm afraid there's just too many factors involved."

"And while I don't doubt Raditz at all," Piccolo began, "there's no telling how long it'll take Tarble to ascend to SSJ2, so it really is an issue with time altogether."

18 frowned slightly, "I see. That is true."

"Unfortunately," Goku agreed, "but the good news is that we have options and other methods of accomplishing what's important." Then, he was positioning himself closer to Zangya and 18 so as to get a better look at the two women. "Having said that, why don't you two try fusing for the first time?"

Silence.

Krillin and Piccolo shared a glance, noting that neither of the two women moved an inch.

"Is...something the matter?" Goku inquired curiously, head tilting in just the slightest of ways.

"No," 18 finally answered after a soundless sigh.

Then she was looking at Zangya expectantly, whom simply regarded her with a knowing smirk.

"Let's just get this over with."

"Fine with me," Zangya agreed, positioning herself accordingly so that either of her arms were outstretched towards her right, one palm facing in whilst one palm faced away.

18 did the same, except either of her arms were outstretched towards her left.

"FU... - "

Both woman moved three steps over, rotating their arms to the opposing side as they did so. They came to a halt at the same time, knees bent in either direction and their weight shifted towards the upper half of their feet.

"- SION"

Both women simultaneously shifted their arms back to their original position, their hands now balled into fists, and then they did a quarter turn with their outside knee. Lastly, the two women slanted their outside leg down, leaning in towards the other and pointing their fingertips exactly as Goku instructed, "HA!"

Immediately, a blue ball of energy seemed to envelope them as they merged to form one being; said blue ball of energy was brightly illuminating the Lookout to the point where the others stopped what they were doing and quickly came to see what was going on. Oodly enough, it was hard to see given how bright the energy was, but it eventually cleared in no time.

And the end result was stunning.

In the absence of the two women was a beautiful, light green-skinned female with long luscious curls. The curls stopped a little ways past her backside, having retained Zangya's original hair length, whilst the hair color was utterly blonde. So while the new being had Zangya's beautiful light green skin and Zangya's curls, the hair color and icy blue eyes were in favor of Android 18.

Further, the new being was clothed in a black tube top, originating from 18's long-sleeved black shirt of which had white stripes on the sleeves, and white, loose-fitting pants. Said pants obviously originated from Zangya and the tube top that originated from 18, was tucked in the white pants. As for the shoes, of which clearly came from Zangya, were orange and black instead of yellow and black.

The look was completed with an denim blue sash, instead of Zangya's typical purple one.

Piccolo, like many others, were wide eyed. "It...actually worked."

Goku shot Piccolo a frown, "Of course it did. Did you think otherwise?"

"No," Piccolo answered distractedly, "It's just..."

"I think what Piccolo's trying to say is," Master Roshi cut in, blood hanging out of his nose, "why didn't you suggest this earlier?!"

Piccolo sweat dropped. "...That's definitely not what I was trying to say."

"Who cares?" Oolong dismissed. "They're...hot! Even hotter than before!"

Bulma mercilessly smacked both Master Roshi and Oolong in the back of the head with either of her hands. "That's the point here, you pervs!"

"Check out the ki! It's unbelievable!" Goku praised. "Isn't it amazing?"

"Whoa!" Goten and Trunks echoed wide-eyed. "That's so...cool!"

"Definitely!" Trunks agreed aside his younger Saiyan friend. "I was a little concerned since the actually fusing part seems lame, but this...this is awesome!"

Goten beamed excitedly. "I wonder what we're going to look like, Trunks!"

"Tell me about it!" Trunks agreed. "I bet we'll look ten times cooler than Aunt...uh...Zangteen?"

Bulma scrunched her nose up in distaste. "No way! We can't call them that!"

Goten cocked a brow. "Then...Zanteen?"

Yamcha placed a finger to his chin in deep thought. "Or how about...Android Zangya?"

"Nah," Krillin dismissed. "That sounds too weird. How about Cangya? You know short for Cyborg Zangya?"

And as if she was tired of waiting around for the others to guess her name, the new beautiful warrior provided it for them. "You're all too far off; the name's Zazuli."