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Chapter 3

Vegeta Meets Vejiita!

"Well?" Vegeta repeated, "Why is Kakarotto here?"

"You know very well why I'm here, Vegeta."

Vegeta frowned. He carefully set Bra down, but she still clung to his hand. Bulma walked slowly toward them.

"Vegeta, why? I thought…I thought you had changed…"

Vegeta growled. What were they talking about? His mate's sad, blue eyes scanned him.

"What?" he questioned. Trunks rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Mom," he said, "Dad just had to release his anger, right Dad?" He smirked and looked at his father.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Vegeta stated.

"Stop playing dumb," Goku demanded, "You know what you did."

Vegeta gazed at his long-time rival, his eyes sparked with curiosity. Bulma backed off slightly.

"Goku, are you sure it was Vegeta?" she asked. Her husband was not one to deny.

"I demand to know what you are talking about!!" Vegeta fumed. Bra hugged his leg.

"Daddy…"

Vegeta softened, glancing down at his daughter. He spoke quietly after a few moments of silence. "Fine. If you don't tell me what the hell is going on, I'll just leave." He swiftly, but gently, pulled Bra off of him, shooting into the sky.

"VEGETA!!" Bulma yelled at his shadow.

"It's okay, Bulma. Let him go. I'm not sure what's happened, but--" Goku's eyes widened. "Wait a minute…"

"What?" Ubuu questioned.

"I-I…Trunks, feel for your father's ki."

Trunks nodded, then concentrated. Soon enough, his face held the same expression as the older Saiyajin's. Bra ran over to her mother, and clutched Bulma's blue jeans.

"But…" Trunks began, "why are there two kis?"

"Two?" Bulma blinked, "Two Vegetas?"

Vegeta raced ahead angrily. What was with them? He hadn't been doing anything destructive that morning, not counting the several trees he had knocked down. Perhaps they were referring to the warehouse he had blown up a few days ago? Vegeta scowled. The Woman was still making him sleep on the couch because of that. But their faces were too grim for that to be the case.

Suddenly, another man whizzed past him. Vegeta halted. Was his speed distorting his vision? He could have sworn that man had exactly his facial features, right up to the tip of his hair.

Vejiita floated in mid air, arms crossed. Was this someone's idea of a joke? He whirled around, annoyed. At the same moment, his impersonator turned. Mirror images. But…Vejiita snorted. This impersonator wasn't doing a very good job. He was wearing stupid Earthling clothing.

"Bastard," both Vegetas muttered. They glared at each other, "Hey…stop copying me!" Vegeta growled. Vejiita growled.

"Shut up!" Vegeta yelled. He flew closer, teeth gritted, "Shut up or I'll blast your…copycat…face in!"

Vejiita blinked. This was too weird. That was exactly what he would have said. "Who are you?" he questioned icily.

"Vegeta."

"I'm Vejiita!"

"You're a shape-shifter. Don't expect me to be inexperienced with shape-shifters!" Vegeta cracked his knuckles.

"I'm not a shape-shifter! You are!"

"Am not, bastard!"

"Are too, idiot!"

Both Vegetas snarled and grabbed hold of each other's necks.

"Hmph!" Vejiita began, "If you were really me, you would know how I tricked Fersama!"

"W-what?" Vegeta choked out. He was losing the battle of strength, "What the h-hell are you talking about? If you were really me, y-you would know how I became Super Saiyajin."

Vejiita let go of Vegeta, who coughed slightly and clenched his teeth. Vejiita smirked, "Yes. I do know. I turned Super Saiyajin in the fight against Frieza!"

"What!?" Vegeta's eyebrow twitched. Was this copycat trying to humiliate him? He wished he had turned Super Saiyajin that way, but he hadn't. "No! I turned Super Saiyajin before the fight with Cell, on a distant planet!!"

"Who's Cell?"

Vegeta's rage released a rain of ki blasts onto the water below. Luckily, there were no boats in sight. When his anger had cooled to only a few popping veins, he spoke, fuming, "Perhaps we should settle this in a fight!!"

Vejiita nodded. Finally, he would be rid of this insolent shape-shifter. The Vegetas soared down to a small island, without having to confer with each other first. They sunk into identical fighting stances. For a few seconds, they both moved at lightning speed, their attacks and blocks the same. Even their ki blasts weren't different; except Vejiita's were slightly bigger.

Vegeta rested next to a tree when the fighting stopped for a moment. He didn't have any cuts or bruises yet, but neither did his opponent. It didn't make sense. Their fighting technique was the same. Maybe they were the same person.

Vejiita huffed. He would need to turn Super Saiyajin. He smirked. The shape-shifter wouldn't be able to turn Super; after all, it was a different species, wasn't it? A little voice that echoed from the back of Vejiita's brain answered, NO, it's not. You are of the same blood. Vejiita hit his forehead, Shut up in there! But…perhaps they did have the same blood. Did he have an unknown twin?

"Who was your father?" Vejiita asked calmly.

"The King of the Saiyajin," Vegeta muttered plainly. Vejiita rolled his eyes.

"Where did you grow up?"

"On Frieza's planet."

"That's impossible! I would have seen you there, and I didn't!" Vejiita paused, "But how did you know I grew up there?"

"Hmph. You're just stalling because you're afraid of dying, imposter."

Vejiita grunted with dissatisfaction. "I think you're stalling. I can go Super Saiyajin," he added, "If you know what that is."

"Of course I know what that is!" Vegeta shot back. He proceeded to power up, a bright yellow aurora billowing around him.

"WHAT!?"

Vegeta smirked. "See, I told you. It's not good being over-confident, is it?"

Vejiita, recovering from his moment's shock, sneered, "Yes. You're absolutely right." Suddenly, his hair was gold and his eyes turquoise.

But not for long.

With great effort, screaming included, Vejiita forced his spiky hair to grow. The ground cracked and crumbled and the ocean waters trembled. A blinding white light stretched across the horizon. The people of a nearby town stopped their everyday work to stare at the fireworks of electricity dancing in the distance.

"He's powering up!"

Bulma gazed, confused, at Goku, whose fists were clenched harshly. "Which one?"

"The one that blew up the city."

Bulma blinked a few times, then glared at the Saiyajin. "Well? Aren't you going to go over there? You said that our Vegeta was with him. I don't want them to kill each other!" Bulma had gotten her mother to take Bra shopping.

"Mom, I'll go," Trunks muttered as he began to rise in the air.

"No, Trunks," Goku began, "I think Vegeta is fine without us."

"I don't care! See you later, Mom!!"

"TRUNKS!!" Bulma shouted, then sighed, "Like father, like son."

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I seem to be ending my chappies a lot with Bulma.

ooo! For some reason the episode, "Feeding Frenzy" that aired a few days ago on Cartoon Network really got to me!! I just feel so sorry for everyone, y'know? Even tho I know what's going to happen..

Meowies!