Trunks watch him come towards him. He looked the muscular man up and down, the famous Vegeta smirk on his face. "You? You think you could defeat me?" Trunks tapped his chin as if he was thinking really hard on something. "I got something better."

"Trunks, no! Your dad isn't going to like this."

Trunks went on speaking. "I challenge all of you to fight me at once. If you win, you can kill me. But if I win, I get to keep Vegeta and no one can interfere."

The saiyan warriors looked at each before they broke out into laughter. The brushy hair saiyan fell to the ground shaking with silent laughter. Little Vegita smirked at Trunks. "You really believe you could take on a whole group of saiyans? Train warriors?"

"My mother probably could too and she's not even saiyan!"

Trunks got into a fighting stance, signaling the end of the conversation. The saiyans attack Trunks at once. Goten started shouting. Little Vegita, forgetting he didn't like Goten, stood next to him saying nasty comments about Trunks.

"What's wrong with you? You could have creamed him, Trunks! Hurry up and get this over with before our dads get here!"

Trunks carefully maneuver so it was only him and the brushy hair saiyan left to fight. "You still going to beat me?" he taunted.

The saiyan--Radditz--roared his anger. "I'll get you, you snot-nose brat!" Radditz threw a ki blast at Trunks. Trunks easily bat it away. This angered him even more. Radditz ran at the boy.

"Trunks!"

Trunks looked up at his father and didn't notice Radditz's fist. It hit him square in the nose. The purple hair prince turned his eyes on the saiyan. Radditz pulled his hand away. His saiyan gloves were broken and he could see his hand was bruising. He slowly looked at the boy. "What are you?"

Trunks smirked. "Your future prince. Don't you know, your prince is always stronger then you?"

Goten ran to his friend. He tugged on the sleeve. "Trunks, Vegeta's here and he doesn't look too happy," Trunks quickly slam his elbow into Radditz's side. He hit the ground with thump as the pain dragged him into unconsciousness.

Vegeta landed on the ground next to his son. "Trunks, what is going on here?"

Goku looked at the unconscious saiyans littering the ground. "Is this everyone?"

Goten ran to his dad and hugged him. "No, Trunks kicked one somewhere."

Little Vegita looked around. The fight was over. His saiyan warriors were defeated by a boy. Who would have thought that? He looked up at the boy, Trunks. He saw the man staring at the warriors. He looked like his father without the mustache and the red highlights.

Trunks smiled slyly at his father. "Dad, I won my challenge. Guess what my prize is?"

Vegeta closed his eyes. "What did the idiots promise you?"

"I get to keep Little Vegita."

"What?" Vegeta opened his eyes and followed his first child's finger to the eight-year-old boy. It was himself. How can I be brought back to life if I'm still living? he asked himself.

Remember, Vegeta you did died once. Maybe the Dragon forgot you were brought back to life. Goku's voice floated into the saiyan prince's head.

Vegeta growled. Or he thought it would be funny to send my younger self to me.

"Maybe," Goku said softly.

* * * * *

Bulma hummed as she got out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her body before stepping into her and Vegeta's bedroom. She was making her way across the room for her nightgown when something smash into the window and landed at her feet. Bulma screamed. The thing groans and rolled over till he was sitting up. He looks up at the screaming woman as he covered his ears.

"Shut up, woman!"

"Get out! Get out now!" Bulma screamed. She kicked her bare foot at the man. "How dare you!" She pulled the towel tighter across her chest. "VEGETA!!!" Bulma kicked the man again.

Nappa grabbed the woman's foot as it kicked at him. Bulma lost her balanced and fell to the floor with at thud. She closed her eyes as pain laced up her body. She quickly opened them to watch the strange man. He looked oddly familiar.

"Who are you? And why do you call for my prince?"

"Your prince? Your prince?" Bulma studied the man more closely. She gasped as she recognized the saiyan. "Nappa! I thought you were dead. Vegeta killed you."

Nappa frowned. "Who are you?" he repeated. He let the weak woman's foot go. This was his first mistake. Bulma put her arms slightly behind her for balance while she brought her feet together. She kicked them out at Nappa. Nappa was surprise and fell backwards. His second mistake was not ready himself for an attack.

"I'm glad I let Vegeta teach me some basic maneuvers," she muttered. She ran out him and tackled him to the broken window. Nappa felt himself falling and grabbed the woman to bring with him. Bulma shriek as she felt herself falling. She knew Nappa could save himself from falling to his death but she couldn't. Bulma was waiting to feel the concrete on the ground as the wind whistled around her. She took at peeked as the wind changed, as if the she was being pulled upward and not falling downward. She shrieked again as she saw the top of Capsule Corporation.

"Stop your shrieking! It could kill a man."

"Vegeta!" Bulma threw her arms around her husband's neck.

"What are you wearing?" Vegeta asked as he felt the terrycloth.

"A bath towel," she replied. Vegeta growled. He didn't want anyone to see his woman in anything other than her day clothes. He flew them back down to the building and it to their bedroom. He set her down. "Get change. You got company."

Bulma snorted at Vegeta's retreating back. "My company, my ass. He's the one who brought them." Bulma smiled and got a dreamy look in her eyes.

Down stairs, Goku just finished transporting all of the saiyans into the living room. Gohan was watching to make sure none woke up and tried to escape. He wouldn't mind if one did. He could get to kill him and he would like that, especially if it was his uncle, Radditz. He would like him to pay dearly for what his uncle did to him as a child. Trunks and Goten were standing in a corner looking over Trunks' "prize". Little Vegita glared at the two boys.

"What do you think we should do with him, Goten?"

"Maybe we should let him go. He looks so sad."

Trunks stared questioning at his friend. "Are you all right? Little Vegita doesn't look sad to me. Where did you get that?"

"Well, he doesn't have any friends. We can be his friends."

"I don't need any friends. Especially a half-breed, third class saiyan like you!" Little Vegita crossed his arms.

"Trunks, Goten! Stop whatever you are doing to him. The two of you can go find Bulma and ask her to find rooms for this sorry excuse of the saiyan race. And for her to put an extra bed in your room." Vegeta looked at Trunks straight in the eye. Trunks knew better than to disobey the older man.

"Yes, father."

Trunks went to do his father's bidding. Bulma hurried to her daughter's room where her own mother was watch the girl. "Mama? Mama, I need you."

"Oh, Bulma dear! What can I do?"

"Vegeta brought some guest home. Will you have them rooms?"

"Oh, of course dear!" Mrs. Briefs was heading out of the door when she notices the boys. "Goten! Trunks! You're home. How lovely. And who is this handsome young man? He looks familiar. Have I seen you before, sweetheart?" Mrs. Briefs ask Little Vegita. Vegeta stared in horror at the blond hair woman. "I know who you look like! Why, you look like my dear, sweet, handsome, young son-in-law! Bulma you didn't have another child, did you? I didn't think so. Well I best be off, I have to see to Vegeta's friends." Mrs. Briefs put her hands to her face and smile even bigger than before as she realized something. "Oh dear, oh, dear. This is the first time he ever brought his friends home. What would I do if they don't like me cooking? Or hate the house? Or they have problems about the explosions from the lab? I remember Vegeta didn't like that the first couple of weeks he came. And what--"

"Go Mama. Vegeta and his friends are waiting. And I'm sure they would like everything. Especially your cooking. They're saiyans after all." Bulma showed her mother out of the room. She turns to look at the boys. "Stay here with Bra. I'll just put a capsule bed in your room. Make that two. I know Goten would like to stay. Then I'm going to call ChiChi over. I'm sure she's worried sick about everything."

"Goten? Goten, you're home! Do ya want to play house? I'll me the mommy and you the daddy and Trunks can be the bad guy who wants to kidnap me. But you have to save me, okay?" came Bra's voice from the giant closet in the back of the room.

"I'm not playing house!" yelled Goten.

"You are too!" Bra came running out of the closet to hit Goten. She skidded to a stop and stared open mouth. "Who are you?"

"I'm Prince Vegita, and who are you?"

Bra smiled at him. She grabbed her nightdress and curtsy to him. Little Vegita smirked at her. Finally someone shows him respect. "Hello, Prince Vegita. I'm Princess Bra. One day I'm going to be a Queen. Or you going to be a King?"

"Of course I will."

Bra's face brightens. "I know! Let's play royalty! You will be the King and I'll be the Queen." She turns to consider the two older boys. "Goten will be the Royal Jester because he is so funny! One time Goten was sleep walking at our house and he walked to the kitchen for food. He was covered with food. Then he went back to bed but he went to the wrong room. My Daddy was sleeping and Goten climb on top of him. The honey glued them together. Daddy was yelling when he woke and couldn't get him off of him," Bra told Little Vegita, giggling at the memory. Goten flush with embarrassment. "And Trunksie can be the thief. You want to kidnap me. King Vegita will rescue me. Royal Jester Goten will try to rescue me first by King Vegita really does. Princes and kings are supposed to be the heroes." Bra hurried to her closet before any of the boys could say something to her. She was back seconds later carrying a couple of outfits. "This is my princess dress," she said taking it from the pile. "And this is the King's clothes. And the clown clothes is for the Jester and the baggy, dirty clothes is for Trunks, the thief."

"I'm not going to be a jester!"

"And why do I always have to be the bad guy?"

"And why can't I be the King? Little Vegita can be the Royal Jester. I was always your husband and get to rescue you from Trunks. He's the newcomer! He really should be the Jester," Goten complained.

Bra glared at the two as Little Vegita smirked at their whiny voices. "Because I say so! I'll tell Daddy."

Trunks stared at his sister. "Go ahead! It's not like he will make us play. You know Dad doesn't really like it when me and Goten play girly games with you."

Bra's face welled up with tears. "B-but I just want to p-play with you! We can play anything y-you want to do."

Trunks thought about this. He grin down at his little sister. "Let's spar!"

Random Author Thinking: Hey, I was thinking about the Ox King. Yeah, I know it's dumb thinking about him and you all must think I have no life--but I do NOT have one so I spend all day thinking of stupid things. But anyway, would the Ox King be a real King? Like Vegeta could be called the Saiyan Prince (Ox King, get it?). That would be ChiChi a princess and Gohan and Goten princes. I was wondering about that. So of course I go ask my sister first, she doesn't know--a common thing for her. Then I asked my brother--he said no. But I want to say yes. Does anyone know the answer or all you all clueless like me and my sister?