If Vegeta had to summarize his current objective while headed towards Earth, he'd use two different terms: time consuming and vexatious.

The situation was time consuming because Vegeta had to make pit stops along the way. Breez and all those other rich weaklings wanted to keep finances and profits strong, which helped everyone flourish, which made Vegeta feel as if his hand was forced despite the fact that it made perfect sense. Although his only drive was off the fact that he was the strongest, he wasn't going to make himself out to be an incompetent ruler. He had already had one strike due to ridding of the entire army that would have been governed by him (not like they didn't have it coming, though). For a man raised since birth to become the fiercest combatant that a race of warriors has ever seen to transcend in power that left Freeza in the dust meant that it would only take Vegeta a matter of minutes or hours to wipe out an entire planet, though depending on the population and how much he exerted himself. And even then, just having to stop by on another planet in order to wipe it out meant that it would take just that much longer to get to Earth.

The ordeal was vexatious due to the fact that he also had to improvise and find alternative methods for the quickest way to wipe out an entire civilization so that he could make it to his main destination as quickly as possible. Given his new status as the strongest, Vegeta never expected that he, of all people, would have to come up with an entirely new move, but he reveled in the challenge he set for himself in getting things done not only effectively, but expeditiously to boot.

The planet that Vegeta's ship hovered above could be considered a borderline dwarf world due to how it barely managed to clear the neighborhood around its orbit. The people of the planet would carry on with their normal lives unaware of the fact that their doom was looming right over their heads.

Vegeta, in his main office, had both hands placed on a monitor almost as tall as him. The press of a few buttons activated a sequence. Little thin scopes on the external physical aspect of Vegeta's ship came out; from there, a multitude of boxes appeared on the monitor, which gave the Saiyan a proper view of the planet from various angles. Vegeta changed it to one entire view of the planet and set up a grid on the screen. From there on, he started to scan the planet.

Assuming this world, like many, was already in their database subsequent to a thorough reconnoitering, Vegeta was about to find out whether this world would be worth selling or not.

Solely seconds subsequent to scanning, Vegeta had received all the information that he needed: the species, quality of life, as well as the population of the planet, and its resources.

As far as he could tell, this world wouldn't be a bad sale, but he'd be lying if he said that he had never seen better. What really caught his eye was the amount of people that resided on this particularly small world, which consisted of only a few hundred thousand.

This was the heaviest populated planet he had came across for some time now. This, of course, would be his biggest challenge yet.

Although the Saiyan was fully capable of detecting ki without the use of a scouter, he still used it as a way to communicate with all of his subordinates. He clicked the purple device over his left eye and ordered for the ship to be landed. As soon as he made the order, the Saiyan scrolled through the monitor and marked this current planet as conquered before he even got to work.


The planet was relatively dark, which of course, would make it harder for the citizens of the world to see their death giver staring down on them from up above.

Vegeta's ship hovered next to the mountainside that he stood on. Arms crossed, his beady, devilish-intentioned eyes darted all over. The Saiyan's biologically advanced eye-sight gave him the ability to see how all of the towns that made up of the indigenous people were spread out from one another. If he had to guess, the town furthest apart was nothing more but a three hour walk, which for him meant a two minute flight.

As easy it would be for Vegeta to spring into action himself and get it going, the warrior had another way of going about matters. There was none to challenge him though it didn't mean that he did not have reason to test himself, still.

His lips curled into a smirk.

"Let's try it out."

Unfolding his arms, Vegeta's eyes slowly came to a close as he took in a deep breath. The winds blowing in his face started to pick up in pace, though he didn't budge. He tensed every muscle in his body in the effort of concentrating all of his energy in a very controlled state. Flickers of a purple, bursting aura started to zap around his boots up to his legs and entire upper body.

Opening his eyes, Vegeta let out a brief yell, to where a spark of purple energy engulfed him. Never before had he so many veins popping up on his face - it was bad to the point of where it appeared as if his head was going to pop like an overinflated balloon. Vegeta focused on keeping his energy levels rising as he also did his best to sense out for every single living creature on the planet. Sure, they were weak, though he had grown far used to sensing out even the weakest energy signals. Vegeta recalled the amount of people that lived on the planet and tried his best to mentally keep track of the countless lives he could sense.

The attempt of keeping his ki concentrated as he did his best to focus on other chi signals was no easy task, though Vegeta's pride and stubborn nature would never allow him to back down from anything.

After a solid minute of keeping his energy at bay and feeling out for everyone on the planet, Vegeta's smirk grew wider.

His new attack was ready.

The Saiyan's bursting aura flare thinned out and outlined his entire body.

"GALICK TRACK!"

Not a second after shouting his attack, Vegeta outwardly pushed his pent up chi away from his body. In any battle, the Saiyan prince had a tendency of flailing his arms back in forth, which in result fired off hundreds of energy attacks. This was similar attack, albeit done very differently. Various waves of ki shot from every angle of his body that was seemingly protected and outlined by his purple aura. Not a single blast that left from his body happened to be going in a random direction.

Each and every single ball of purple, crackling chi had a specific target.

The waves of ki didn't destroy the homes and stores in the towns below. They would instead enter said homes and stores so that they managed to hit their target. If the attack had to go through the infrastructure or a window, or a door, it would do so, just so as long an individual was hit.

As Vegeta kept concentrating on the remaining ki signals, he started to break a sweat. The only way he fought through was by laughing. The tension was a lot to deal with, but he wasn't going to stop until he was finished. He could hear the echoes of screams from down below, which only proved to be further motivation for him. Not only feeling people dying, but hearing their cries of confusion and mercy was the main factor to help him see it through - besides the fact that he felt that he had something to prove to himself.


Down below, one of the many towns that was yet to be attacked, had business going on as usual. The name of this area was quite literally Justice World.

There was one big jail alongside an even bigger prison, as well as courts, police stations, and judge residencies directly across the street. It was a busy area 24/7 with the criminals and workers around. Not a single day passed by without something going on in Justice World.

In one of these many buildings, one of the courts had a very controversial trial going on. People from other towns came here solely to see the criminal being convicted in hopes that justice would be carried out.

The judge looked like any humanoid being, save for the exception his skin complexion was as black as charcoal and that he only had three eyes, one of them set where a person's nose would typically be.

"For the crime of taking your neighbors' food without giving anything of equal value in return...I hereby sentence you to death. You shall be eaten alive by the starving cannibals in prison. Any last words before we carry on?"

"I DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING!" the man defended himself. "I WAS HUNGRY! I HAD TO EAT!"

"I know," the judge answered in a somber tone, removing his glasses that covered all three eyes. "I've been in your shoes before and have even taken things without doing anything to make up for it. But see the difference between you and I, son? I never got caught." He slapped his hands on the table. "Dismissed."

As the criminal was starting to get carried away by one of the officers, he screamed, "THIS ISN'T FAIR! YOU JUST ADMITTED TO DOING A CRI-!"

A solid punch in the stomach from another officer shut him up quick and had him on his knees, coughing up saliva.

The judge simply scoffed. "Nothing is fair in life. If anything ever had the chance to be balanced by true law, order, as well as karma, then I would be struck down right now."

Not even a second later after he said that, a beam of light broke directly through the wall from behind. Instantaneously subsequent to being struck, the judge's body started to shake violently as he was being electrocuted. His skin started to tear and his cries were harrowing to the ears. His body was reduced to a pile of ashes soon after.

And many other people in the same room started to share the same fate. Those were the first to realize what was going on were the very next to perish.

One of the last people in the court room to realize what was going on had absolutely no words. When he not only saw but felt the officers beside him being reduced to nothing but something for an urn to fit in, he mouthed only two words.

"Oh, fu-"

But he couldn't , he too, had been victimized like the rest before him.

A much better fate than being eaten alive at the very least.


By the time Vegeta felt every single life signal falling off the face of the planet, the energy surrounding him came to a complete stop and the Saiyan let out a deep exhale. He almost fell over on his knees, which started to wobble like he was losing blood flow in his legs. Sweat flowed down his face like a waterfall to the point where it blurred his vision. It dripped off the tip of his chiseled chin, which was so much that it almost began to build up a puddle of sweat right by his boots.

While a bit fatigued and sore from the incessant exertion of concentrated ki for targeted people across the planet, Vegeta still managed a proud smile. All of that took nothing but a quarter of a minute, though it felt as if he had pushed out the extent of his power for thirty minutes straight.

Not trying to spend all the time in the world to catch his breath, Vegeta got right back up on his feet and started to make way toward his ship. He did his job and made his job a quick and efficient massacre, all the while doing the least damage, which meant that it would sell for the most optimal pricing.

He was done here. And Earth was the next closest planet to him. In one mind, he was expecting something great to look forward to.

Even though reality had something else entirely in store for him.


Amongst the many pterodactyls and other flying dinosaurs in company with common birds that soared around Earth, Tarble was the only humanoid looking man who zoomed through the clouds with them. Through the first few months, many would try to attack him as they looked at Tarble like a meal, which was something that they ended up being after testing the Saiyan. Many that flew through the skies came to learn that a flying Earthling looking person wasn't anyone normal and due to witnessing him taking down a plethora of people, learned better than to try him.

The second born of King Vegeta the Third flew while bare-chested, leaving his scarred body out for anyone and everyone to see.

A multitude of times Tarble has flown all around Earth and he had not come across even one single human survivor. Hell, he even tried finding Dr. Briefs and all the others who were captured, though to no avail.

Hunting became harder and harder throughout the months as Tarble's Saiyan appetite required him to eat a minimum of 20 full course meals to keep himself going. Out in the distance, he spotted a T-Rex out and about amongst a group of trees. Not missing the chance, Tarble zoomed in on the animal and killed it with a simple kick to the back of the neck.

Less than half an hour later, the T-Rex had been chopped into pieces and set up on a stick for the fire beneath it as it was being cooked.

Tarble sat down with his back placed against a tree, staring at the food being prepared before him. Even though he could have cooked it himself, he preferred the natural process of things, as he was able to get it just right. A lake was also just a few miles west of him, so for Tarble, this was the perfect spot to remain in seclusion. The only sounds that managed to find their ways to his ears were the chirping of the birds and the subtle, yet also loud crepitation that derived from the burning of wood and sticks just before him.

He had grown so accustomed to the noises ever since he split ways from Bulma and the others that it was equivalent to silence. And nowadays, silence was nothing but demoralizing. To Tarble, it was a constant reminder of the single most demented thing that's lead him up to this point in life.


Though for Tarble, birds chirping and fire crackling was the equivalent of silence nowadays, Bulma and her peers had to actually go through it every single day. They did not have music or any noise in the background to block them from their own thoughts. The only thing that they all had was their thoughts to try and block them from their thoughts.

Them thinking only led them down the rabbit hole of everything that's led up to now. None of it happened to be a good feeling.

Alongside Bulma, Chi-Chi was eating her breakfast that their maintenance robots had prepared for them. the late Son Goku's widowed wife could barely sit down due to how large her stomach had gotten - she was on the verge of popping at just about any moment now.

Chi-Chi looked over to Bulma, who was writing down in her notes as she ate. Any other day, Chi-Chi would not have told Bulma anything, but she started to notice she was growing as well. She felt inclined that she had to say something.

"If I were you, I'd start being more on my butt than on my feet," Chi-Chi said with a mouthful.

Unsure if she was speaking to her, Bulma kept writing in her notes for a bit before stopping and looking over her shoulder. Chi-Chi continued eating while maintaining direct eye-contact with her.

Bulma looked down at her belly and back to Chi-Chi, who tilted her head with a raised eyebrow. Bulma read Chi-Chi's nonverbal cues and smiled softly. "I know…" Bulma looked across the room at her sister, Tights, who was just playing with her food. "And you? How are you feeling?"

Unlike Bulma, Tights was seated, yet also unlike her younger sister, she wasn't eating. Tights had a fork in hand and simply used it to play with her meal, picking up food only to drop it, and then going as far as to swirl it around. It went everywhere but her mouth.

Having gotten no response from Tights, Bulma approached her big sister and touched her hand. Bulma wasn't given the opportunity to ask her question. Tights dropped the fork in hand and almost jumped from her seat.

Startled and eyes wide, Tights started to breathe heavily but quickly regained her composure. "Yeah. I'm okay." Removing herself from her seat, the woman started to walk out the room. clutching at her uncared, wild hair. "I just need some fresh air."

Bulma and Chi-Chi both looked on with somber faces as Tights left the room. Ever since the trip back from Namek, Tights had been more prone to isolating herself and as her term carried on, she grew more and more quiet. It was as if she and the child she carried were the only people who existed and she barely paid attention to anyone else. Bulma felt like smacking herself in the face every time she didn't put in the effort to talk to Tights, but like everyone else, her big sister had a lot on her mind and didn't want to feel as if she was pressuring her.

Just as Tights left the area, Mai came out of her room, scratching her now cut hair, which barely touched her shoulders. She had it in a ponytail, looking more like a soldier than anything, especially with her toned muscles that she shamelessly put on display with pair of panties and tank-top she wore.

Yawning while stretching, Mai asked in a very incoherent tone, "Has anyone seen my gun?"

Instead of delivering on anticipated action by tossing Mai's gun, Bulma averted expectations by doing something different. The brilliant woman walked over to her desk and pulled out a ray gun from her drawer, which had been tossed into Mai's hands.

Confused, Mai inspected the foreign weapon as if it were the key factor to solving a murder scene. "What the hell is this?"

Bulma had a proud look on her face as she started to explain. "It's a remodeled version of a ray gun that I used to play around with when I was a little girl. It had a lot of force behind it back then and could kill a beluga whale with ease. It can do a lot more than that, now."

Mai grinned prior to holstering the gun in her tank top. "We're gonna be having a lot of dinosaurs for dinner from now on."

"Well, please be careful," Chi-Chi said. "Ya can always see a dinosaur coming your way, but you never know when a snake is sneaking up on ya."

Mai nodded in agreement. "Good point." Subsequent to entering back into her room, Mai came back out two minutes later with a pair of jean pants and a muscle shirt to help her camouflage into areas. After taking a quick scope around the room, she only saw two faces instead of the three she usually did in the early mornings.

"Where's Tights?"

BANG !

Right on cue, a banging sound echoed through the halls. All were familiar with what the sound of gunfire was, especially Mai's particular choice of weapon. The sound of dripping wasn't that subtle, either.

All of their hearts dropped to their feet.

Mai and everyone else had a feeling they know exactly what happened to her gun.

Chi-Chi, being the one to not really think, but instead spring into action, had forgotten about the fact her baby was to be ready at any moment. As soon as she exited the room and spotted Tights down the halls, her eyes widened and Chi-Chi just let out a hysterical scream.

Bulma already had tears running down her face in an uncontrollable manner. She hadn't seen it yet, but she already knew.


With his food cooked, Tarble was eating as if there was no tomorrow. Any typical Saiyan's happy place was being in the battle-field, but a very close second was getting to binge eat. Tarble had been doing a lot of this recently and he didn't gain any fat, but instead, more muscle than anything else.

Food would help a Saiyan forget about anything relative to the past, present, or future, as they could just enjoy the deliciousness and joyous feeling of their stomachs being full.

This hasn't been the case for the second born.

He still couldn't help but reflect on his past and everything that led up to now, and what that meant for his life ahead - as well as the lives of others. He was too deep in thought to acknowledge anything else.

One thing he often thought about was the kind of culture he was being raised by prior to being sent away. Every Saiyan child, immediately from birth, was inspected in every way, shape, or form, just to see if they would be able to contribute to their society by becoming battle-hungry warriors able to conquer planets, or if they would only be able to contribute back at home as engineers or any other kind of work. Though his father's son, Tarble wasn't anything like his older brother. In comparison, he was an embarrassment and King Vegeta couldn't stand to have anything remotely tarnish his legacy and reputation - even his own son.

Tarble couldn't help but imagine if things were different. In one scenario, he contemplated on how he would have turned out if his father pushed him to become the savage warrior that his older brother was seemingly molded into in perfect fashion. Would he be just like Vegeta, or worse? Hell, he wondered if he'd still be an embarrassment to the name of Vegeta. That wasn't all he thought about, either. He also wondered one thing about his people: what if the Saiyans used their lust for battle for other deeds besides the pain and terror of innocents? Hell, what if they focused on helping people and making the Universe a better place? None of this mess would be happening right now.

And just maybe, just maybe...karma would allow them to thrive instead of perish.

They could achieve far much more if they pushed one another to be better so that they could do better - not just for themselves - but for others foreign to them as well. He couldn't help but think on the power he managed to achieve. That power that he managed to unlock for that single split second. Was it something only for him or something that even other of his kind could achieve? A power that none managed to reach due to their evil doing, which more than likely put a blockage on their innate potential as a warrior species.

All this time alone brought so many questions, and many of those questions brought even far more questions that probably would never be answered in his entire lifetime. He was sure if he got to speak to his father more often, he'd get to know, but being tossed to the side and not surrounded by his people meant he'd never get the opportunity of learning.

And as far as asking his big brother?

He doubted Vegeta had any interest in answering any questions of anything related to the past - simple things that wouldn't be of use to his big brother at this point.

Regardless, every single day, the one thing that remained on his mind consistently, was that random raw power he managed to hold on to for a few seconds. That same rage and hunger for power never came back to him since and as a result, he never managed to obtain it back. During that state, he felt unbeatable. Freeza couldn't stop him. His own brother couldn't stop him - immortal or not.

Finishing his meal, Tarble got himself off his back. He was to make a quick trip to the lake and wash it all down with some fresh water. Looking over his shoulder, he looked at the insane amount of tally marks that he had scratched on the tree behind him.

He had been counting the days ever since he left until the child conceived between he and Bulma was meant to be born. She said the incubation period inside an Earthling woman was 9 months and Tarble was going off exactly 9 months, merely thinking in absolutes and not taking into consideration that a child could be premature or even born later than expected.

One thing he hoped to count on by this point was Vegeta arriving after the child's birth. But he froze. Tarble didn't move, his breathing stopped, and he didn't even blink. The sudden power slowly approaching the planet Earth put a knot in Tarble's stomach. At first, he wondered if it could be Freeza, but the signal was all too familiar. The fact Vegeta grew so much stronger just over the course of months was baffling.

It even rivaled the power he managed to grasp all on his own due to pure rage.

Though nervous, Tarble clenched his fists and took in a deep breath. He expected that he would at least still be on par with his brother, but that was out of the equation now.

"Calm yourself," Tarble said aloud. "It's not like you'll have to fight him…"

Turning around, Tarble looked up through the clouds. He could see a very small, black figure from afar. He had pinpointed Vegeta's ki signal, hopped off both feet, and dashed off into the sky full on ahead to greet his brother.


Though Bulma was the last to see Tights' body sprawled on the floor, she was the first to run up to her. From the moment she saw Tights laid out, Bulma threw herself onto her big sister, crying hysterically. She cared not for Tights' blood covering her face, clothes, or any part of her body. She just wanted to be close to her again.

Bulma tried to ask why, but couldn't form the audible words due to how choked up she was getting. Chi-Chi and Mai couldn't do anything but watch. Bulma's cries started to block out everything else until their ears started ringing. Bulma was wailing like a newborn child in pain and yet, they couldn't hear it at all. Mai and Chi-Chi were in shock.

One would think they'd be used to the horrors of death by now.

But this?

This felt different for reasons they couldn't even hope to explain.

After a few minutes of standing there, which felt like an eternity, Bulma's crying came to an absolute halt. Her shoulders bounced up and down as the tears continuously ran down her face, though there was no sound.

Not knowing what else to do, Mai crouched down beside Bulma and wrapped her arms around the woman's shoulders. Caught up by the emotional moment, Mai started to cry in silence alongside her.

As for Chi-Chi, her tears weren't the only thing falling down her face. The noise of what was synonymous of someone taking a leak behind their backs drew on for the first few seconds. Bulma noticed, though didn't think anything of it. It was Mai who had turned around.

"B-Bulma…" Mai muttered.

Bulma's name was repeated at least ten more times before she brought herself attention to the fact that Chi-Chi's water broke. Bulma's eyes looked up and down Chi-Chi's pants, which had a large wet spot as more came to the floor. It took far much longer than it would have under any other circumstance for Bulma to digest what was going on, but she did inevitably catch on. Knowing what that had meant, Bulma immediately looked back to her dead sister's body. The chances of her child surviving were next to none, but still...even if this child was conceived in the most heinous manner possible, it was still an extension of her sister. She wasn't going to lose it.

Though in Mai's mind, they only had one baby to worry about, Bulma concerned herself with two.

The brilliant minded woman wiped away the tears from her face and swallowed down hard on her dry spit. The frown and despair on her face immediately vanished. Her stare and facial demeanor was so bland that she could have been mistaken for an android.

There was only two things on her mind.

Getting these children out.

And being sure that all parties would survive, including Chi-Chi.

Didn't matter how much sleep she would lose, the one thing she didn't focus on losing was anyone else.

Despite the weight of a dead body being much heavier than normally - especially a pregnant woman's, Bulma suppressed adrenaline and anger gave her enough strength to pick her sister up and walk off...while pregnant herself.

"Follow me," were the only words she muttered.

Chi-Chi was confused with the sudden change in behavior, but didn't have much time to dwell on it. Mai grabbed her arm softly and signalled for her to follow. Chi-Chi appreciated the kind gesture and they did just that.


For the past two minutes, Tarble had been waiting for Vegeta's ship to arrive before him. His heart was pumping against his chest a bit harder than usual, though not out of fear, but just anticipation. He knew that with Vegeta's arrival, this meant Freeza's defeat. He was now the strongest and this called for the next stage of things - finding ways to dismantle the empire Vegeta was trying to build before it could really take off in a major way.

The older of the two was going to land elsewhere close by, but once he sensed Tarble's power approaching his, he decided to give Tarble what he wanted and greet them there. His little brother, in fact, was the very first person he looked forward to getting to talk to.

Tarble didn't sense many power-levels from inside the ship. Freeza would have hundreds of men accompanying him on the ship while Vegeta only had dozens. Though initially confused, he was brought back to reality when he saw the hatch at the top of Vegeta's ship opening.

There, he saw his brother for the first time in months, with a completely different make-up as well. He wore his same armor, though there was a cape attached to his shoulder pads and a purple royal robe that covered only the bottom half of his attire, in addition to his colorful scouter.

Chuckling nervously, Tarble broke the ice. "If you were any taller and had some hair on your face, I'd think you were dad."

Vegeta didn't answer. A split second later, the elder sibling was in Tarble's face, which startled the younger of the two. Tarble glided back on instinct, creating a few yards of space between them. Sweat trickling down his brow, he couldn't help but wonder what in the hell that was for.

Arms crossed like a parent getting ready to carry out punishment, Vegeta finally responded. "We need to talk."

Not allowing his mind to wander to the countless reasons Vegeta could want to talk to him about, Tarble didn't hesitate in responding a second later, hopefully being able to keep the obvious guilt off him. "What about?" He then tried to joke again. "About how much stronger I am now?"

Vegeta chuckled dryly. "If we were talking about breaking limits, we'd be speaking about my strength, but that's neither here or there. What I am so curious to know is why in the hell am I not immortal anymore."

Tarble's heart skipped a beat. The entire plan was that Vegeta best Cold and Freeza in time before anyone else could measure up to their strength. Him finding out blew the entire plan away alone. Tarble's eyes darted to Vegeta's ship. "I can sense everyone in there, and I don't sense Nappa. Where is he?"

Vegeta had to suppress a growl, closing his eyes. "Do. Not. Insult. My. Intelligence." He then opened them, looking extremely impatient. "Little brother."

"Nappa's dead, isn't he?"

"I'm sure you figured that out as soon as I showed up," Vegeta said. "Wasn't that oaf always beside me, 24/7? What do you think?"

"That shouldn't be possible."

"Oh, but it happened. Last time I checked, you were the one meddling with the Namekians, Tarble. Is there anything I should know about?" The tail around his waist twitched, which proved to be yet another nonverbal cue of Vegeta's diminishing forbearance.

Thinking on his feet, Tarble decided to use his own ignorance as an argument to defend himself. "You know the Namekians can speak their own language. They have to speak in Namekian to not only summon the Dragon, but also grant the wishes from it. They could have tricked me."

Vegeta arched an eyebrow. "So you're insinuating that all of this is their fault?" Tarble remained silent, which was more of a response than anything else. "Because if so, then we will have to pay them a special visit." Vegeta's lips curled into a devious grin. "Does that sound nice to you?"

Again, Tarble didn't answer.

Growing serious, Vegeta started to antagonize him a bit. "We'll go ahead and slaughter every last single Namekian if need be! Quite frankly, I don't need immortality anymore, but you can bet your bottom dollar that actions have reactions! And wrongdoings have consequences! The strongest in the universe won't be slighted by a single soul!"

Silence then brewed around them. Vegeta had a lot of anger held back. Even though he came out victorious against Cold in the face of death, he lost a very valuable soldier in Nappa, who he could have been using to conquer worlds in his place right now. That wasn't Vegeta's biggest issue as it was more so the fact that he almost died, and very well could have. For the life of him, he hoped Tarble didn't purposely play a part in this, but he had to know for sure.

In their line of business, a Saiyan could trust nobody.

Not another Saiyan.

Not even blood.

The way that Goku and Raditz's relationship went was utter proof of that. Goku, like Tarble, as far as Vegeta was concerned, happened to be mentally weak. That didn't make him very much different than the lower-class Saiyan trash raised on Earth at all. So why would he give Tarble the benefit of the doubt? Just because he's his brother.

Solely thinking that made Vegeta scoff in disgust.

With the silence being as loud as a rocket taking off, the younger of the two felt his anxiety die down just a bit more. Tarble knew where this was going and at this point, he could feel that Vegeta knew he had a major part to play in this. The bit of worry that Tarble had plastered on his face had disappeared. The serious, blank stare coming from him was like a replication of Vegeta's demeanor when he just didn't give a damn anymore. Vegeta knew himself all too well. And Tarble was still his brother. They were more alike than either would verbally admit.

"No, it's not their fault," Tarble said, owning up to his actions. "Nappa's death is all on me." Vegeta's eye twitched at the truth, but he'd be lying if he said he was shocked. He knew his brother wouldn't have the galls. "I made a deal with the Grand Elder of Planet Namek that I wouldn't allow a soul as evil and heartless as Freeza to run around with the curse of immortality. You were to only possess long enough to get rid of Freeza."

"If only you knew Freeza had a father," Vegeta hissed, in disbelief to Tarble's inability to think long-term. "Should have made that wish last a little longer; it would have done you a lot of good, and saved you a proper ass beating."

"I know I should have made it longer, but only so that everything would go as planned. 'Guess that's gone now."

"Oh, it is." Vegeta removed the scouter from his face and crushed it in his hand. That wasn't the only piece of material he removed from his body, though. He stripped himself of the cloak and robe he wore that covered his legs, letting it fly away in the wind with the many fractured pieces that used to make up of his scouter. "It wouldn't surprise me at this point if you admitted to being the reason we were ambushed by the Galactic Patrol. This entire time I've been under the impression that we were both princes - brothers meant to uphold not only the Saiyan name, but the reputation of our forefathers as the most competent, ruthless, and audacious warriors to ever walk Planet Vegeta! Then again, if father sent you away, it was definitely for a reason and I see that now." Vegeta smiled softly. "You're nothing more to me than an underhanded recreant."

"Now, that, I played no part of," Tarble defended himself.

Vegeta scoffed. "Just a minute ago, you lied straight to my face about other lies you've been stacking up on. Why should I believe you now?"

Tarble didn't respond. His brother had a good point, after all.

Vegeta unfolded his arms and raised the palm of his hand, aiming it directly at Tarble.

"You're dead to me now."