Chapter 6
Vegeta's ki sense pricked up when he felt an extreme ki raise to a very powerful level. Almost as strong as Gohan had been when he'd defeated Cell. It was unbelievable.
Without stopping to think about who it might be, he raced as fast as his ki would carry him to the scene. He sensed that Angel and Trunks were also in that vicinity.
Little did he know that it actually was Angel.
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Goten, Gohan, and Trunks stared at me with gaping mouths. I stared at them and cocked my head to the side.
"What are you staring at?" I inquired.
Gohan blinked. He was the first to recover from the shock.
"Angel, do you realize what you just did?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"I became Golden Girl?" I asked. It was the name people had picked out for me the minute they saw me.
"What do you mean?" He asked, "That's Super Saiyan Level 2! That's...that's impossible!"
"How is it impossible when I'm standing right here in front of you?" I asked, "And what's a Super Saiyan? What Level?" I felt Vegeta's ki land behind me. I turned to look at my father.
His eyes were the size of dinner plates. His mouth slightly ajar.
"I-I see it. But I don't believe it!" He whispered hoarsely, "Since when have you been able to transform, Angel? Since when did you become a Super Saiyan?"
"I..." I thought a little bit before answering, "I was 5. Trunks and Goten can only go to the first level, I guess you call it." Gohan and Vegeta's eyes turned towards the boys, who had remained motionless until this point.
"You two can go Super Saiyan?" Gohan inquired.
"Yeah," Goten replied and grinned as he nodded furiously. He transformed. "See? And Trunks can too. Show him, Trunks." Trunks smiled and transformed for the older men.
"I don't believe this," Vegeta said while holding his head in his hands, "The transformation of the legendary warrior has been reduced to that of a child's plaything." He sighed, "I should have expected it from Angel. But my own child? And Kakarott's younger boy too? It's almost too much." He sat down, and hard.
I sank from my form and let my hair fall around me like floating feathers.
"What's wrong, Vegeta?" I asked softly.
"Too many reminders of the past..." He whispered silently, so only I could hear him.
"You guys stay here," I told the others, "Come on, Vegeta. Let's go. I know a place we can be alone." He smiled up at me, gently, kindly. I smiled at him and took his hand in mine. I floated into the air and took off, and Vegeta followed me to my secret place.
I stepped down behind the heavy waterfalls onto a cool stone, following the trail of smooth, glittering crystals and into the chamber that was completely silent.
"How did you find this place?" Vegeta asked in awe, "It's beautiful."
"I found it when I was small," I answered, "Whenever I could get away from my uncle, I'd come here. But whenever I went out, he'd capture me once again. I thank the stars that he didn't find my special place."
"It is special indeed," he murmured as he stroked a violet colored crystal.
"If you tell someone of your past," I told him, "It will be easier for you to bear. It is unhealthy to carry such burdens in your heart and it can twist you around and turn you evil."
"I want to tell you," He said, "You have a right to know, more than anyone." He sighed.
"You can tell me," I said, "I promise to never tell anyone about it. Your past is safe in my hands."
"That's why I trust you, Angel," he sighed again. Then he began. But instead of words, he showed me his life in images he played vividly in my mind.
Vegeta smirked grimly as his father told him about his first mission. He was excited. Though it was a small mission, it was his first as a Warrior Elite. He trembled with excitement.
He was only three years old.
This was an honor. A sweet honor, one he knew he would cherish all his life.
***
It was only 2 days later. Vegeta stood amid many bodies. He and his handful of fellow Saiyan Elites had killed them all. He stood before King Vegeta and Lord Frieza, later that evening, telling of his journey.
Frieza looked at him with interest. His best friend, Nabo, stood by his side. Frieza looked at him. He smirked.
Before Vegeta or Nabo knew what was happening, both Saiyans were out cold.
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Vegeta woke in a cold chamber. Frieza promised to allow his father to live if he would submit to him. Vegeta nodded, not knowing what else to do. Nabo, however, stood his ground.
"You little brat!" Frieza snarled, "You're going back to Vegeta-sei!"
"No, not Nabo!" Vegeta shrieked, "Anyone but Nabo!"
"He is going, Chibi no Ouji," Frieza sneered, using a rare language not used in these parts for a long time.
But Vegeta had studied so many languages, though he only knew a few words, he knew exactly what Frieza had called him. Little Prince. He was burning with rage and blindly attacked Frieza.
He was knocked out.
***
When Vegeta woke again, Nabo was gone. Vegeta wasn't certain if he'd been killed, or what had happened. The others told him that he was jettisoned in a tiny capsule to a blue and green planet, but he couldn't be sure. They might be lying because Frieza had told them to lie.
That night, he lost his innocence. To Frieza. He was brutally pounded. But he held hope and faith to one day find his father and a mate. Or at least the latter. He was given almost no food. He was starving half of the time.
But his mind was forever dwelling upon his loss of Nabo.
He found out later that Frieza had completely destroyed Vegeta-sei. He was overcome with rage and grief, both shooting through his mind like the bullets he later saw humans use on him as an Oozaru.
He was now about in his late 20s early 30s. He didn't know. He had lost all track of time. He had the blood of too many on his hands.
Together, with a small band of the other last, remaining Saiyans, they escaped. They had a small craft, one with only limited fuel.
Vegeta could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the planet that was the closest to. It was the same one, the same planet that Nabo had supposedly been jettisoned onto.
But he never found Nabo.
He found Kakarott. He was forced to fight with Kakarott against Frieza. The same old enemy from long ago.
Vegeta died.
He was resurrected. He was just about to reach Frieza when he suddenly appeared on Earth.
In Kakarott's absence, Bulma invited Vegeta to stay with her family at Capsule Corp.
***
Bulma and Vegeta fell in love. But they dropped no hints to the other Z fighters. Frieza appeared again. The boy from the future, later found to be none other than Vegeta's future son, Trunks, came and defeated the warlord without batting an eye.
He led them to the place where Kakarott was supposed to land. And land he did. There, he was dressed in absurd clothes, but it was obvious the training he had done.
***
Vegeta watched his future son die. He fired at Cell, though he knew it was futile. He watched as Gohan fired the famous Kamehameha Wave and with a final burst of energy, defeated the ugly green monster.
Vegeta watched through the years, training like there was no tomorrow, and, once old enough, began Trunks' training.
The visions faded from sight. I blinked. Vegeta's life was so alike to my own and yet so different.
"Daddy..." I whispered to him softly, "I'm sorry. We are too much alike to be different."
"Thank you, Angel," he said softly, deeply, with heavy emotion, "You have shown me a better way to live. And you've lifted my spirits. Thank you."
"Your welcome, my father," I hugged his neck tightly, "I love you."
He returned the hug and stood up.
"Let's go home, Angel," he smiled, "Let's go home."
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Well, what'd you all think??? Is my view on Vegeta's past OK, or super cool, or what??? Tell me, I need answers! Okay, slight commercial, as I've said before, this one is already done, so I've started on a new one. I hope to have Chapter 1 of my new one up in the next few weeks. It's a Sailor Moon Fanfiction, my view on Sailor Earth. It's set after the Snow Queen incident, but I tell no more!!! Thanks for reviews.
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