Hey folks. Raziel here. I guess my last fic wasn't so well taken as I had hoped. Oh well, thems the breaks I guess. Anyways, I learned a valuable lesson about FF.net. People hate authors who make up their own characters. After reading quite a few DBZ fics even I realized how much I hate it. It's basically a way for an author to boost his or her ego. Anyways, this is my next shot at a story. Enjoy

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball/Z/GT. If I did I'd be rich enough to make a series based solely on Vegeta. Heheh

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Never Again

Vegeta sat, staring off into the sunset as he was want to do. The only problem is that this time he was facing his death, and for the sake of his loved ones at that. How far he had fallen. No, that was the wrong way to look at it. How far he had come.

Not 7 years ago he had been a selfish ego driven madman bent on destroying this planet, the one which had born his mate, and later his son Trunks. He couldn't help but flash a prideful smirk. The boy would become a great warrior, perhaps even surpass his own strength.

Not like he would live to see it. He had made his decision when he had seen the awful creature for himself. Nothing short of a total release of his energy would do. So he had to self-detonate to do it? So be it. In the decade he had lived on this planet he had changed entirely. From a destroyer of world's to a family man and semi-descent husband.

Now he looked back with regret on his behavior. He had tried, no one could deny him that. It was just that some things would never change. Or so he thought. Now he was doing one thing he swore he would never do, give his own life to save those of his loved ones.

Images flashed before him. His son, His wife, all those buffoons he had begrudgingly made friends with. They were buffoons, but they were far better than anything he had before. And lastly an image of a family of four, the father and the youngest perfect copies of one another. A strong mother and a now grown and great warrior of a man, their eldest.

He held their image the longest. This was his penance. His payment for the pain he had caused them all. It would end now. He smirked madly and turned to Majin Buu."I think I've finally figured you out you big bloated balloon freak! Let's go!" and with that his power soared through the roof. No longer powered by rage and hatred, but by a nearly godlike need to defend what was now his own. His planet, His friends, and his family.

He had suffered long enough at the hands of Frieza, suffering the loss of his planet and people. He would not allow a repeat again. The mountains themselves began to give way as his power began to grow out of control, whipping around him and through his golden locks.

He turned to watch the sunset once more, for the last time "Trunks, Bulma. I do this for you. And yes, even you Kakarot"

And with that last thought he turned, smirking to the end as he let his power loose. Every cell in his body cried out in agony as his own energy consumed him. He wanted desperately to stop, to see them again. But it was their image that made him continue. He welcomed the burning pain as he was consumed, the energy ripping through that big pink blob like so much tissue paper in a hurricane. He roared his defiance, his rage and his very being out as he was finally consumed by the blast wave.

And the island rose to meet the dawn. A final testament to the power of the prince of a now extinct race. For with him went the last of the pure-blooded Saya-jin's. His last thought was

"I have wronged you, ignored you, and left you to face life on your own. But never again my family. Never again"