kk…I've never seen the end of dbz, so I'm not sure how correct the information will be in this chapter. ^_^ I'll try my best!

Disclaimer: I don't own dbz

Chapter 2

The Arrival of Vegeta!

Vejiita blinked. Was he reading correctly?

He wasn't completely sure what this thick mass of papers said, as he couldn't read the strange scribbles. But one word stood out to him: Earth.

That was a planet he had destroyed long ago. A fellow Saiyajin, named Kakarotto, had been sent to the planet as a baby. He had grown up on Earth, and instead of annihilating the civilization there, as he was supposed to do, he had attempted to defend the people when Vejiita and Nappa had arrived. The Saiyajin had grown immensely strong and had even surpassed Vejiita's own strength, but the traitor had been crushed to death under the foot of Vejiita's Oozaru.

And then the Prince had destroyed the pathetic planet.

Yet here he was, standing on the very soil he was sure he'd blown up. The creatures of this planet looked similar to Earth's as they gawked at his space-like armor. Perhaps it isn't Earth, Vejiita thought. There were plenty of worlds of people with similar physical features. Still, the annoying and puzzling idea that this was Earth stung Vejiita's brain.

Vejiita shrugged, and turned. He smirked. Well, if Earth hadn't been destroyed the first time, it wouldn't hurt to do it again, would it?

A blast shook the area. Goku looked up from the rice he had been scarfing down. He scraped the wooden bowl for any of the grain that had escaped his mouth, then set down his chopsticks.

"Master, what's happening?" asked the dark-skinned boy next to him. Goku frowned.

"I don't know, Ubuu," He faced the forest, where the blast had originated. "We should check it out."

Ubuu nodded, and stood up from the rock where he was sitting.

"Maybe you should stay, just in case."

Ubuu folded his arms. "Master!"

Goku stared at him, "If it's nothing, it won't matter. But if it's someone dangerous, it would have to be very powerful to cause a force we can feel all the way here. I don't want you getting hurt."

Ubuu, slightly abashed, nodded and sat down again. Goku took off into the sky.

Vejiita looked up, away from the dying Earthlings. He had heard someone. Just a slight breeze, a whisper in his ear, but he had heard it. He rose into the air, blasting the remains of the city. Then he turned, calmly surveying the area.

"Who's there?" he called in Saiya-go, folding his arms.

"Vegeta."

Vejiita frowned. Why would anyone know his name? He whirled around.

"Vegeta. How could you?"

Vejiita was used to hearing the last cry of terror, but never a voice dripping in disappointment. A man with thick black hair floated parallel to him. Vejiita blinked. What was happening?

"K-kakarotto?" This didn't make sense. He had seen Kakarotto's crushed body. The midget and the brat, the assholes who'd cut off Vejiita's tail, had been too late in saving the low-level. What was Kakarotto, in flesh and blood, doing right there in front of him?

"I thought you weren't like that anymore, Vegeta. What about Bulma? Trunks? And Bra?" Goku said. Vejiita growled. Why wasn't this…this Kakarotto impersonator speaking in a language he could understand?

"What the hell are you saying?" Vejiita spat in Unilingua, the tongue known throughout the universe. Goku's face twisted into a confused expression.

"Vegeta, speak clearly…I can't understand you! Why did you destroy that city!?" Goku yelled.

"What?" Vejiita crouched in midair. This babble was getting on his nerves. Best to end it now. He smirked. "Die, bastard!" His impatience exploded into a huge dome, destroying everything for at least ten kilos. When the blast subsided, Kakarotto was nowhere to be seen. "Good," snorted Vejiita, satisfied. He flew away in the other direction.

"Master! Wake up! Please, wake up!"

Goku groggily opened his eyelids. Ubuu was kneeling over him, shaking him. He blinked a few times, then got up. "Thanks, Ubuu," he mumbled, and looked around at the damage, "That bastard."

"Who was it?" Ubuu asked eagerly.

"Vegeta."

Ubuu's eyes grew. "Isn't that that man at the tournament? The one with the black hair that sticks up?"

Goku nodded, "I don't understand why he would have done this. He had been peaceful for many years," He thought for a moment, "He seemed…strange. He was speaking a different language, and his costume was weird too. I'd better check with Bulma." He raised two fingers to his forehead and placed his other hand on his student's shoulder. In a moment, they were both gone from the desolate battlegrounds, and standing in the kitchen of the Briefs' Mansion.

Bulma raised her face from her newspaper. "Goku? Ubuu?" (A/N: I'm not sure whether Bulma knew who Ubuu was, but let's just pretend she did.)

"Hi, Bulma. Have you seen Vegeta?"

"I think he's training," Trunks muttered, then went back to his pancakes, which he had been mercilessly devouring. Seven-year-old Bra shook her head, aqua locks flying.

"No. Daddy said he was going somewhere," she corrected.

"Did he say where?"

Bra shrugged, then beamed. "Maybe he's getting me a bunny!"

Goku shook his head. "No, I don't think so," he mumbled and motioned for Ubuu, "Come on! I think we should wait for him outside."

"Is anything wrong!?" questioned Bulma, setting down the science section of the flimsy gray papers. She scooted out of her chair and followed Goku out the side door.

"Hey! Wait for me!!" Bra yelled, scampering behind her mother.

Trunks finished his pancakes, drenching them with maple syrup one last time before he stood up, slowly sauntering outside.

"Why don't you just use your instant transmission to find him?" Bulma was asking Goku when Trunks arrived. She was obviously very upset by whatever Goku had just told her.

"I want to give him a chance to cool off."

"But what if he destroys another city?" Bulma's voice wavered. Goku paused.

"Don't worry. I can feel his ki. If he tries anything, I'll stop him. He just caught me off guard before."

Bra looked up quizzically at her mother. "What happened to Daddy?" she sniffed. Her chin quivered. Bulma smiled faintly and knelt down.

"Daddy's fine," She stroked Bra's smooth hair, "Don't worry."

Trunks folded his arms. "What's going on?"

Bulma sighed and stood up. "Goku said that your father went out and destroyed a city this morning. I-I don't know why he would have--have…" She looked away, "This'll all get smoothed out," Bulma stated in her voice of rational confidence, not admitting she was frightened."It's good to think optimistically."

Trunks nodded absentmindedly.

"Bulma, his ki is nearing us," Goku announced. Bulma gazed at the sky, squinting in the noon sun. It wasn't long before a speck in the distance grazed the horizon. Bulma held her breath.

As Vegeta landed, his classic scowl fixed itself on his face. "What's Kakarotto doing here?" he growled. Instead of an answer, his daughter skipped up to him before anyone could stop her.

"DADDY!!" Bra exclaimed, rushing up to hug her father. She leaped into his arms, squeezing his neck, giggling. Vegeta protectively held her close and eyed the other four.

Bulma shifted her weight uncomfortably. Was this really the man Goku was talking about?

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ooo…cliffy…sort of.

Can Veggie convince them that he is not the Vegeta Goku saw? Will they ever trust the Saiyajin Prince again!?

…Find out next time on Vejiita vs. Vegeta!!!!!!!!!

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REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!! OR I'LL BLAST YOU INTO A BLIVION!!!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--

*falls off stage*

ow.

Vegeta: You do know that you spelled oblivion wrong, right?

SCAV: Hmph. *brushes herself off*