"So, Little Vegita, what do you say? Do you want to join us?"

Little Vegita looked at the two boys in front of him. "Why should I?" he demanded.

"Come on, Little Veggie! It would be fun. There are so many things we can do to Vegeta, Gohan, and my dad. Please? We needed someone else to help us. Bra would always tell Vegeta and Pan wouldn't dare to play tricks on her dad and grandpa."

"I'll just watch for now. When are you going to play your little tricks on someone?"

"How about right now?"

"Trunks, who are we going to trick now?"

"The new saiyans," replied the purple hair saiyan.

"But Trunks, your dad said we're not aloud to play with them."

Trunks growled at his best friend. "He also said we're not aloud to get Little Vegita to join us. You don't seem to mind breaking that rule."

"But Little Veggie is my friend!"

"I'm not! I will never be a friend to a half breed, third class saiyan."

Goten frowned, hurt. "Who cares about the classes, there's no more Planet Vegeta or anything and I'm glad. Gohan told me to forget about that stuff."

Little Vegita gave the mini Goku his famous frown his older self was known for. Goten backed away. "Well, there might not be a Planet Vegeta now but just yesterday I was playing in my palace on my planet! Planet Vegeta is still alive to me. My daddy was alive yesterday and he was the King! That makes me a prince, half breed, and don't you forget it!" Little Vegita punched Goten in the face before flying away.

"Ouch!" Goten held his face. His nose was bleeding. "That hurts."

"Well, Goten, you deserved that."

Goten frowned at the purple hair boy.

* * * * *

Little Vegita flew back to the round building of Capsule Corporation. He wiped a hand across his eyes to get ride of the tears coming out of his eyes. Saiyan Princes don't cry. "Stupid half breed don't know what he's talking about."

"And what did this 'stupid half breed' do this time?" asked a voice to the left of him. It was his older self. Little Vegita glared at him.

"It's none of your business."

Vegeta soften towards the boy. After all, that boy was him in a way, and he could remember what it felt like to be eight. "Kakarot's boy said something to you, what is it? Tell me now."

Little Vegita shook his head. "It's none of your business," he repeated.

"It's damn well my business. We're the same."

"No, we're not! You're nothing but a poor, pathetic weakling. You actually mated with a woman from a weak race, and she herself isn't that strong at all. What kind of Saiyan Price are you? No a very good one I gather since it's one you and that third class weakling and the demons you call children!"

Vegeta was on him in a flash. "Boy, you don't know what you are talking about. I was once you. I thought I was going to be the king of our planet. I never once that that Frieza would destroy our whole planet leaving only a handful of saiyans left alive. I never thought that one day I'd end up on this planet doing things other 'humans' do. I never thought that I would mate with an Earth girl and have a purple hair son named Trunks. He doesn't even look saiyan! He doesn't have a saiyan name. The heir to the throne always had black-reddish hair that pointed up like this. The heir to the throne always was named Vegeta.

"Vegeta, our planet once was a strong and proud race to be apart of. But look at it now! No more saiyans, all were destroy my Frieza. Kakarot doesn't count. He's never have acted like a saiyan as with his sons. All saiyans have their pride, and I have mine. I may not be the strongest but eventually I'll get there if nothing else than on my pride. Pride is very powerful. Why do you think I always call Kakarot by his saiyan name and not his earthling name? Because if anything, I take pride in my race, and that includes Kakarot. I take pride in that Kakarot is as strong was he is even if he is stronger than me. But every once in awhile you need to let that pride go and lean onto someone. That someone for me is Bulma. When you find a soul mate, lean on her but for now talk to me. I won't be your friend, you don't need one, but I'll be your teacher. And the first thing I'm teaching you is fighting."

Little Vegita frowned. He understood what his older self had said or as much as an educated eight-years-old saiyan prince could understand. That was basically all of it and a couple of in-between the lines in-depth. "But I already know how to fight."

"You might but you need training. Bra whipped you and she has never been taught."

"How can that be?" Little Vegita wondered out loud.

"The only explanation is that when Bra was conceived I was at my strongest thus making her stronger before her birth."

Little Vegita mad a face at the word 'conceived'. Like any child he didn't want to hear anything relating to it. "That sick! I don't want to hear about it! Don't you ever say anything like that around me again or you're regret it."

Vegeta smirked. "Sure. Now lets get down to your training."

* * * * *

"Okay, you sit here. Don't move an inch," Bra directed another saiyan warrior. "Pick up the teacup gently with your fingertips on the handle." Bra demonstrated the proper way to hold a dainty porcelain teacup. "This is the way to do it."

Out of the five saiyans in Bra's Tea Holding Class, only two managed to hold theirs without breaking. Only one was holding the teacup right. Bra leaned across the tea and moved the fingers around to get it right. Pan went to fetch more teacups.

"It's useless, Bra," Pan told her upon bringing the teacups to the table. "They won't ever get it right. Their just a brunch of useless and not that strong saiyans."

Bra glared at her friend. "You never know what might happen in the future. Some of my saiyans might go to a fancy place or ball and would need to know how to hold the teacups or they would be laughed at."

"Balls! That's stupid! Who would want to go to one of them when they could be out training?"

"I would. Cabbage would too, wouldn't you, Cabbage?"

Cabbage looked up. He was one of the three to break his teacup. He was trying to mimic the saiyan next to him. "What did you say, my princess?"

"You would go to a Ball wouldn't you?"

"A Ball? What's that?"

"Well, its this stupid place where you have to dress up in uncomfortable dresses and have to eat like a human and try not to spill anything on the dress. Then after the dinner you get up a dance like crazy. All of those people on the floor moving this way and that, bumping into each other. It's disgusting! Some of the dancing couples kiss! Can you believe that? The kiss while they're dancing. I just want to throw up."

"It's not like that. It's a wonderful place. It's almost like a fairy tale. You get to eat wonderful, delicious food. You get to hear wonderful songs playing. You can dance with someone you love or you can find Prince Charming. It's really fun."

"Yeah, to you! You like that stuff. It's too girlie for me."

"Come on, Panny, a Ball isn't that bad. Don't you love dancing?"

"No! I hate it. Only really dump people like Balls and dresses and dancing!"

"I'm not dumb!"

"Are too!"

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

Bra was on the verge of tears. Pan had never said something that mean to her before. She didn't like it. "Pan, if you don't have something nice to say to me, than I'll never talk to you again."

"Fine, I don't care. Never talk to me, spoil brat! Cuz that's what you are! Just a spoil brat you have to have your way and order people around. This saiyans probably don't want to learn how to hold a stupid teacup right. They rather eat like every saiyan but you eat. They're only doing what you say because your dad just happens to be a prince."

Bra turns to look at the shocked saiyans. "Is it true? You guys are-are only doing what I say cuz I-I'm a princess?" Bra asked them. The saiyans were too shock to speak. Bra took the silence as an answer. "Fine, you all can do whatever you what! And Pan I'm not going to speak to you until you apologize to me!" Bra transmitted out of the room and into the one place she knew no one would bother her, Vegeta's extra bedroom in the Gravity Chamber. Sometimes Bra would go there to get away from the troubles a four year old could get into, which wasn't a whole lot. Bra climbed on the huge black bed and pulled the black covers over her head to go to sleep.

* * * * *

"Let's take a break," Vegeta told his younger self several hours later. Little Vegita quickly nodded. He groan as the motion of the nod hurt his head even more. Vegeta smirked. "You can sleep it off in there." The older prince pointed towards his extra bedroom. "It's rarely ever used that I sometimes forget its there. You don't want those two brats to see you like that, do you?"

"No."

"Good. I'll send Bulma in here in the morning to gave you your breakfast if you aren't there at eight o'clock." Vegeta walked out leaving Little Vegita to stumble to the dark bedroom. He pulled off his boots and gloves before he fell back into the bed to fall fast asleep, never knowing that another person was sharing the bed with him.

* * * * *

Pan left with ChiChi shortly after her fight with Bra. She wasn't worry about her friend. Why should she? That spoiled brat had everything, money, a giant house, and a personal training room that way bigger than her parents with better equipment, and she could go Super. Right then Pan vowed to stay mad at her friend. ChiChi took the silence as nothing but a little bit of jealousy. ChiChi, besides learning the Wish the boys made, she also learned that the little blue hair saiyan had become a little blonde monster. These saiyan are becoming a Super Saiyan younger and younger. She realized that Pan probably would turn into one shortly too. ChiChi sigh as the wind blew into her face as the Flying Nimbus started towards home. She'll deal with that problem when it came.

"Pan, do you know where your father is?"

"Yes, Grandma. He went to talk to his uncle or who ever he is. Grandpa Goku went to talk to him too."

ChiChi almost had a heart attack. Gohan with Goku's crazy brother? She was glad Pan told her that Goku was with them. She didn't want her little boy to be anywhere alone with that man.

"How do you feel about these saiyans?" ChiChi asked her granddaughter.

The raven hair girl thought over this question. "Well, they don't seem as tough as everyone makes them out to be. And Peaeye isn't that bad. I was talking to him earlier while Bra was giving that stupid lesson."

"I think it's a great idea that they learn manners."

"Grandma! You're taking her side?"

"No, Panny dear, I'm not taking sides but I think that its better that those barbicans learn to be polite." And with that said, ChiChi told the Nimbus to go faster, cutting off any time to speak.

A/N: Okay, I just realized that I forgot that the Dragon could grant 2 wishes. Well, the second wish, let's just say, Trunks and Goten forgot to tell their fathers what it was. But this wish will go right along with my story so the second wish doesn't really change anything expect make it longer. ^_^ Thanks to all of you who review!!!

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Random Author Thinking: This is more of a question than a thought but oh well. I'm trying to write a Gohan/Videl fic. But in this fic I'm writing, Gohan has to sort of have to write about the Saiyan race. Could some one tell me true things about the Saiyan culture? Things Vegeta would tell Gohan? Thanks to anyone who could help me!