I've been using all time I have had available (and also time where I should have been doing something else) to write this chapter. I'm still not sure if it would ever get done, so I have now decided to not make any more changes in it.

I know I said I would take some time to make the fighting scene, but no matter what I tried it always sounded awful, so what you're going to read is my best shot. Please forgive me if I disappoint!


There was a great deal of commotion in the group of assembled saiyans; they were all prepared for the worst as the ship belonging to Freeza was about to dock at the royal dockingstation in the middle of the capital. King Vegeta raised his hand to demand silence as the gate into the ship started to open. He didn't know what had happened – one day a bright light had bathed the whole planet in an ominous way before he had found himself in complete darkness only hearing the screams and cries of his late queen. Suddenly he had stood at the exact same spot as he had before the light; the red sky looking as it had always done. But no matter what had happened he knew what he had to do when the lizard arrived. Bow and agree to anything even though it shattered his pride and how his people looked at him.

A rush went through the crowd as a recognizable silhouette appeared in the gate. Spiky hair, swaying tail and fists hanging loosely beside him. King Vegeta opened his eyes wide as he saw his son walk out of the ship without being accompanied by his lifelong tormenter. He walked toward the young saiyan but stopped as he saw a small group of different aliens walk just behind him, pushing a medicbed between them.

"What is the meaning of this?" he asked as one of the aliens walked to a guard, who signaled them to follow him after receiving a nod from his son.

"It's an earthling I have a special deal with. Freeza destroyed our planet and people but she used a namekian invention to have the act undone." Vegeta could see the confusion in his father's eyes and kept on talking: "She is sick and I have promised her to provide her the proper treatment before sending her back to Earth."

King Vegeta walked to his son and spoke quietly in order not to let his subjects hear him: "You know that no alien is to set foot on this planet and leave without being called a slave for the rest of its life." Even though he hadn't seen his son in many years he could tell how angry Vegeta got by the idea of the earthling being called a slave; the hair on his tail was standing a bit, a low snarl escaped the prince's throat and his eyes were shooting lightning.

"Due to his honor a saiyan never back down from his words and therefore she will leave as a free woman." Vegeta could feel old anger and hatred well up in him as the seconds in his father's presence ticked by.

King Vegeta raised a brow at his son before he started laughing. "You speak of honor and yet you have given your word to a woman, and a weak one at that." He turned his back to his son and got into the air, planning on going to the palace to show the woman her proper place at his planet. A wosh and the heated air that suddenly shot towards him warned him about the ki-blast, which was about to hit him, making him able to get out of the way just in time. He looked down at his son, who was standing with his hand lifted, clearly the one who had sent of the blast. "What do you think you're doing, brat?" he yelled and was about to throw a blast at his son but was stopped by a hit to his face.

"Doing what I should have done a long time ago. Killing Freeza should have been my second priority, but it's too late to change that. He is dead now, and soon you will join him in Hell." He was about to kick his father into the ground but stopped as the king started laughing.

"You killed Freeza? How do you expect me to believe that after seeing how you once again let a woman become your weakness? Apparently killing your mother didn't enlighten you enough to acknowledge how a mere woman can keep you from your full potential." The king dried off a tiny trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He was about to say more but was stopped by the blow his son planted in his stomach.

"Shut up!" Vegeta yelled and started to throw furious punches and kicks at his father, who blocked most of them – the king only had a small advantage by keeping his head cool compared to the rage his son was clearly engulfed in. He knew he had to get his son even more enraged to make him loose even more focus. It was obvious the prince hadn't lied about killing Freeza; King Vegeta could feel how strong his son was. A blow to his ribcage pushed the air of his lungs and he quickly grabbed the hand and threw his son away a few feet.

He took in a great deal of air and said: "I can understand why you would kill Freeza. He obviously failed in raising you into a proper man. 20 years and you're still the same weak boy who let his mother tell him bedtime stories and stroke his cheek. What a disappointment." His head snapped to the side as Vegeta landed a kick on the side of it. He dropped a few feet and flew backwards while cursing. He had to push it even further.


Bulma looked out of the window. She had quickly been placed in the one G-room and was now watching the fight between Vegeta and his father. Even if traditions hadn't forced him to kill his father he would have done so any way eventually, she was certain of it. But to actually watch the fight was something she hadn't expected to be able too.

"If he wasn't so strong he would lose," she said and rubbed her belly. Her daughter had been sleeping but it was as if the sound of battle had awoken her and eager to kick around herself.

"Why do you think so, Ms. Brief?" Launyr asked. Bulma turned towards the alien woman and could see a hint of betrayal in them. Even though she had been serving Freeza it was clear where the medic's loyalty was.

"I've been watching the strongest men on Earth fight, and it has taught me one thing: the more agitated you become the more reckless is your way of fighting going to be. And the more reckless you are the bigger change you have to lose. If he could just gain some focus he would be done in a moment." She sent the alien a smile and was about to say more but an animal-like roaring stopped her. She looked out of the window once again and a big smile was suddenly present on Bulma's face. Even though no change was yet possible to see, she knew. "He did it," she whispered and felt a single tear roll down her cheek. "He really did it."


The assembled saiyans watched in awe as their king and prince fought in the air above them. A few of them wanted to assist their king but was held back by the others around them. This fight was a fight no saiyan except the king and the prince could participate in. Some few were talking about the few words they could hear from the two men but everyone went silent as they too heard the roar.


King Vegeta tried to land a few punches at his son but every time he failed. In desperation he started to fire off ki-blasts but the younger saiyan deflected them with ease. As he felt his own coolness start to disappear the king decided to attempt once again to enrage his son enough to make him slip.

"I'm sure the earth-bitch has told you bedtime stories as she breastfed you like the baby your mother brought you up to be! Why don't we stop this right now so you can get back to her and make sure she is being treated properly? That's what you would rather do than fight me, right brat? A real saiyan would never give his word to a weakling like her and yet you dare call yourself my son? Pathetic! I should have killed off your mother earlier and right now I shouldn't fight you but instead show the bitch her place when you can't!"

King Vegeta could see how something snapped inside his son. The prince stopped dead in his track and started to shake violently in anger. His face turned into a grotesque mask as his mouth opened and an animal-like roar sounded from deep within his very being.

He could feel it. It was unleashed. The power he had sought but never gained, not even by the wishes to the Eternal Dragon of Namek. The spotting words about his mother, about the woman, about his time in Freeza's court had pushed him over the edge and he finally felt it. He was the legendary!

The earshattering roar from the prince was followed up by cheers and awestruck shouting from the saiyans standing below them as they all witnessed something which hadn't been seen in thousands of years. An almost holy light shone from the now blonde prince and everyone, even the king, looked at him in pure astonishment and awe.

"You… you really," the king stammered and backed away from his smirking son. Vegeta had calmed down by the release of his potential and now he wanted to put it all in his father's face.

"How does it feel, father? To see your son, whom you have never considered a proper heir, become the legendary? To know he killed the damned lizard that turned the great saiyan king into his own puppet and enslaved the entire saiyan race?" He laughed at the look on his father's face; the king had turned as white as Freeza had been and his eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of his head. "How does it feel to know the woman you deemed week carried and gave birth to the greatest of all saiyans and let a pathetic man like you call yourself her son's father?" He grabbed his father by the throat and could hear how silence suddenly once again filled the air. He looked down at the assembled warriors. His subjects. "Bow to your new king!" Vegeta yelled as he shot a ki-beam right through his father's heart. The last look on the king's face was pure fear which he found very fitting as he let the body of his father fall down towards the bowing crowd. Two guards were quick to catch the late king just before he hit the ground, knowing that even a dead king should be treated with a minimum of respect.

"King Vegeta the First is dead," a general shouted before the assembled saiyans. "All hail King Vegeta the Second, may his empire grow and may our race witness his greatness."

"Hail King Vegeta," the crowd shouted and slammed their fist on their chest in a salute. "The king of all saiyans!"


Launyr looked at her tablet and adjusted the settings on the drop a bit before leaving the sleeping earthling alone. A week, maybe two more and the hybrid-girl would be born. She nodded at the guard who stood outside the secured room and sent him a little smile as he smiled at her. She had been surprised by how gentle some of the saiyans seemed to be – she had one day, clumsy as she was, knocked over one of the tables in the secured room and only a second after the great noise had ceased the door had been opened slightly and the guard on duty had asked whether they were okay or not while not being allowed to enter the room. Lord Vegeta had demanded that no saiyan were to know about the baby.

"I seek King Vegeta," she said to another guard she met down the corridor. She could find her way from the secure room to her own bedroom and vice versa but otherwise she would be lost in the giant palace. The guard nodded a single time, turned around and started walking, not making sure whether she was following or not. She was led into a grand hall where several saiyans were sitting at a table, speaking rapidly and with great movements of their arms and tails. Launyr saw how her lord noticed her and sent her a single nod before getting out of his seat.

"This discussion will be taken later, now all of you leave. You will be summoned once I have got the time." Several protests were being uttered but he just raised his hand and the other saiyans went silent. Even though they weren't happy about their meeting being postponed they knew that the king's word in this matter was final. The guard who had guided her left the room as the last one, closing the door behind him. As soon as they were alone Lord Vegeta said: "When will the woman be able to be sent away?"

"Ms. Brief and the child are doing fine. It is hard to say whether Ms. Brief will give birth in one or two weeks." She grabbed a chair and sat down opposite of her lord. "But I will try one more time to ask you to change your mind, my lord. When Ms. Brief realized how close she was to be send away she was completely drained off her life-force. I believe she has a strong spirit, but the stress on her body and mind during her pregnancy has made her weak. She is now once again only getting nutrition through drops. Please let her stay Lord Vegeta." Launyr knew she pushed her luck more than ever before, but it made her very being hurt to see how the blue-haired woman was starting to isolate herself from her surroundings.

"She and the child are not to stay, and that's final!" Vegeta shouted and got out of his chair. He had been under a lot of pressure by trying to make his visions for his empire into reality or at least do something to make it possible to do so, and being reminded about the woman's poor health didn't get his mood up.

"Why not my lord? She has told me your reasons, but you are far stronger than any of your subjects, even stronger than their combined strength. Should you wish to change any of the ways of the saiyan race, no one would be able to stop you." Launyr got out of her seat too, desperate to try for the last time to convince the stubborn saiyan king to do what would be the best for her patient.

"I don't need you to tell me that, do you believe me stupid?" Vegeta could feel his tail lash behind him as his anger rose. "I will bring the saiyan race to greatness, but I will not do so by terrorizing my subjects or kill them off in order to change my people's ways! I will not rule like Freeza – you of all people should know why!" He could see the shock and hurt in the medic's eyes. She had always seemed unaffected by the fact, that she was one among ten left of her race except when Planet Vegeta had been destroyed. She had told him she knew how it felt to lose everything but the only way to not let Freeza win completely was to seem unaffected. He turned his back to her and walked to the nearest window to look at his capital. "We have both gained what we wanted; she will have a child by me and I have claimed the saiyan throne. I can do no more for her than send her off to her own planet, and if that makes her unable to take care of herself and the brat, then it's her own problem. Now leave and do whatever you can do to make the birth happen sooner than later. I wish to get the nuisance off my planet as soon as possible."

"Yes, my lord." He heard the medic leave and sighed. Even though he had been eager to get back his planet and people he had a few times felt like just going back to the ship, woman in tow and get away from everything. But only for a second, then he would straighten his back and remind himself of what was important: leading his people and doing it so he would be remembered as the greatest king in all time.


So that was chapter 28. Next chapter is going to be the last, even though I feel a bit sad about ending my first fic already, but it's been twice the length I planned it to be and I have an idea for my next story, which I'm eager to try out, but first of all I want to end An Innocent Wish properly.

Okay, I didn't mean to get all sentimental yet… Next chapter: Like a Shooting Star