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The Fruitia Interlude Part 2:

Vegeta VS Fruitia

"You heard me Vegeta, enough of your bragging, it is time to face me, the new Prince of all Saiyajins," Fruitia declared his arms spread open, as his cape blew in the wind.

"I have no reason to fight you Fruitia," Vegeta said rising from the ground to stand equal to the man who claimed to be his brother. "Release them," he demanded pointing at his wife and kids. "Or know my wrath." Vegeta tried his best to be bold, but something inside him felt dead, wilted. It was as if when he admitted to himself that he no longer needed to train, that the warrior spirit within him was no more.

Fruitia rose an eyebrow, "Are you Vegeta? You sure don't sound like the mighty Saiyajin I have heard about since birth. Since you want to play the part of a pacifist, I'll just have to force you to face me!" Fruitia launched at Vegeta, sending a volley of punches at the mighty Saiyajin prince. Vegeta blocked each blow, with ease, then leapt away blasting a small ki blast at Fruitia. The evil Saiyajin smiled, as he deflected the blast toward's Bulma.

"No!" Vegeta screamed leaping towards the blast. He barely made it, knocking the ki blast upward, away from his battered wife. Fruitia laughed.

"Looks like the game has just started to get interesting, eh, brother?" Fruitia then fired a barrage of blasts, some flew at Bulma, others at Trunks, and still more at Bra. Vegeta moved with all his power, to repel each ki blast. If even one got past him, one of his family would die, and Vegeta would not allow that to happen.

"You've become too much like Kakarot!" Fruitia declared ceasing his fire. "You are soft now, weak. Beg and I may spare your pitiful life. You can be my servant Vegeta."

"You think this battle is over?" Vegeta howled, "It hasn't even begun yet Fruitia!"

Vegeta went on the offensive, and brought a powerful punch into Fruitia's mid section, sending the vile Saiyajin flying away from Vegeta's captive family. "I'll be right back," Vegeta told them as he rocketed after Fruitia.

Fruitia stopped himself. "Good..." he said darkly. "That's the way brother, unleash your fury. Show me that wonderful power!"

Something about Fruitia's words seemed familiar to the Saiyajin prince, but he would think about that with his wife and their kids, after Fruitia was destroyed. Vegeta once again slugged his opponent, however this time Fruitia did not even flinch. Fruitia slugged Vegeta with a quick jab to the face, sending Vegeta reeling.

"That's how it's done." Fruitia instructed. "You are pathetic. I am the ultimate Saiyajin, why can't you see that?" Vegeta once again charged forward. The two warriors collided in an explosion of energy.

"He's amazing," Trunks said watching the battle with his one uninjured eye, "father never ceases to surprise me, even when he's outclassed totally, he never gives up."

"What are you talking about Trunks? Dad's about to finish that creep off. You just watch." Bra predicted.

"Yeah, sure," Trunks said without confidence.

"Come on Father! Why aren't you fighting, you act like you don't care if you win or lose," Trunks thought, "but why!"

Fruitia batted Vegeta away. Charging after him like a missile. In a second Fruitia appeared above Vegeta and hammered him down into the Earth below.

Vegeta rose slower this time, glaring at his green clad foe, "there is something about him, something that seems so familiar, but what!" Vegeta could not get the thought he had met Fruitia before out of his head. "Is his claim to be my brother true?"

Fruitia chuckled. "At long last, I will kill Vegeta. My life long goal completed." Everything was going according to his plans, except for some reason, he couldn't remember when he made these plans.

Suddenly, like a flash of lightning to his brain, a memory arose. Fruitia saw a laboratory, cloaked in darkness. Inside a figure floating in a tank filled with green flowing liquid. "Is that me?" Fruitia wondered. "No, it can't be, I am a Saiyajin. I have memories of my past, I can't be some test tube creation. I was not created by some monster, the name escaped him at the moment, but one name did echo in his mind."

"Gero," Fruitia said aloud under his breath.

"Gero!" Vegeta declared, "So you're some clone created by that mad man! I knew you couldn't be a true Saiyajin."

Fruitia was too engrossed in the thoughts dancing in his head to here the angry Vegeta, as the Saiyajin Prince collided with him, bringing a powerful punch into Fruitia's face, causing Fruitia to reel in pain, spitting blood.

"That hurt! You damn fool!" Fruitia said wiping the trickle of blood from his mouth. "I'll..." Once again Fruitia was stopped as another vague memory came into his mind. He saw a frozen planet, ravaged by icy storms. Then the scene faded, and he saw a man in black armor looking at a computer screen. On the screen appeared one of the most bizarre space ships Fruitia had ever seen.

"Who is that?" Fruitia asked himself mentally, "do I know that man? Why is he so familiar?" Once again another thought popped into his mind, one of a woman, all he could see was an outline of her form, but her hair reflected the light giving it a silver tone, and her eyes. Yes her eyes were what he could see best, had a golden glow.

Fruitia snapped out of his mental trance, these memories would have to wait to be solved. It was fortunate he regained control of himself, for at that moment Vegeta release a powerful ki blast. Fruitia barely had time to side step it.

Then he smiled, "Vegeta... Brother...You really are being quite sloppy. I would have expected better of you. That was your best, wasn't it!"

"It's enough to keep you on your toes," Vegeta boasted. "I've proved I can take anything you have."

"Hardly. You only stand a chance, because I was so bored, I began daydreaming," Fruitia answered.

Vegeta continued to scowl, trying to look like he was eager to fight, even though he no longer cared.

"The fight is over for me," Vegeta realized, Fruitia had caught him after a training session, so Vegeta was almost out of power to start, and then he had to use up most of his power to go level 2. That last attack, had been everything he could gather.

"Fruitia, I have no desire to kill you, leave now and I will spare your life." Vegeta offered trying to sound tough. Any other time in his life, he had welcomed a fight, even one he had no chance in winning. No matter who he fought, even his arguments with Bulma excited him. Now, he didn't care about fighting or being the best, the warrior's spirit inside him was gone. All he wanted, like Kakarot, was to live his life in peace.

Fruitia sneered,"Spare me," he copied darkly. Then Fruitia's mood changed to one of happiness. "Admit it Vegeta, I am the true Prince of all Saiyajin's. I am your superior."

"Let them go," Vegeta demanded, "If you want to be prince of a race that has long since been killed, fine. Go, rule the dead. I already told you, I have no quarrel with you. If you are one of Gero's creations, or you are my brother, I don't care. We don't have to battle, Gero's fight was with Kakarot, and if you are a Saiyajin, then it is foolish for us to kill each other." Never in his entire life, did Vegeta think he would utter these words.

"It must be all the time I have spent with Kakarot, and his annoying friends." Vegeta thought.

"Don't care, huh?" Fruitia copied holding out one arm toward Vegeta. Charging a ki blast he grinned, "Then maybe this will make you care!" Vegeta braced himself for the blast, ready to knock it aside, or into space, but the blast never came.

Instead with speed Vegeta couldn't match, Fruitia spun about, and fired. The blast obliterated the mountain Bulma was tied on, incinerating her in the process.

"MOTHER!" Bra shrieked.

"NO!" Trunks gasped.

Vegeta could only stare at the crater that replaced the spot where his wife had been mere moments ago.

"No...," Vegeta gasped not believing his own eyes. "Damn you..."

Then it happened. Only once before in the history of Super Saiyajin's has a pain of this caliber been used, when Krillin was slaughtered by the Freiza. But Vegeta's pain was much greater, much more intense. Fruitia had killed the only woman he had ever loved.

"No, I've killed her," thought Vegeta, "by refusing to fight like a true warrior." Vegeta's power erupted like a volcano, shards of rock flew upwards like missiles.

"Good, now you're motivated," Fruitia said excitement in his voice. "Finally you will fight me."

Fruitia had got his desire, Vegeta's warrior spirit had came back, and now Vegeta was ready to fight. As he glared at his foe, Vegeta roared, and in a burst of power, ascended. Vegeta had finally reached Super Saiyajin Level 3.

"FRUITIA!" Vegeta bellowed. "I offered you a chance to live! A chance to be the prince of all Saiyajin's! But you mocked me, and killed the woman I loved! For that crime you will pay dearly! Nothing shall save you from my wrath now."

"Oh really Vegeta, you think that much of yourself do you," Fruitia replied, unimpressed.

With one hand Vegeta beckoned Fruitia forward, "Come 'Prince' Fruitia. Come and show your respect, BOW TO THE TRUE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYAJIN'S!"

NEXT TIME: VEGETA SSJ3 verses Fruitia. Can the newly ascended Vegeta defeat his wife's killer, or is the vile Fruitia truly as strong as he thinks, and what are these memories Fruitia keeps having?