1 The Vegeta Redemption
Hello all.. Welcome to my first fanfic. Be kind! :c) Anyways, I was a bit hesitant to post this due to constraints on my time, but I will see this through. Anyways, a special thanks to the Smooster for pre-reviewing the first chap.
Chapter 1 Another moonless night
Yet another moonless night. One wonders exactly how a Sayian managed to end up on a fucking mud ball of a planet with no moon! Damned Namekian blew up the moon after Kami had restored it from an earlier blast from that old baka Roshi. Vegeta paced back and forth on the balcony outside of his third story bedroom, that had been THEIR bedroom, pondering the events of his life, and listening to fate laugh at him yet again. "I guess the moon doesn't much matter if you don't have a tail", Vegeta bemoaned.
"Exactly how in the hell did I get to this place in my life?" Vegeta grumbled. "I was a prince! Now I'm part owner of the largest corporation on a backwater planet, in a remote arm of the Dende damned galaxy! And to top things off, I couldn't even manage to die as a warrior!" Vegeta looked over to his dresser in his bedroom and spotted the labeled pill container and briefly wondered why he bothered taking the ever-growing number of medications his doctor prescribes to improve and sustain his life. "Oh well." he consigned himself, then reached and removed the "Monday" contents and poured himself a glass of Crystal Light from the pitcher left by his personal valet.
Back on Vegeta-sai, things had been so much simpler. A son grew up and trained and fought, and when the time was right he challenged his father for leadership of the family. Among the royal family, this had been the recognized right of ascension for generations. It was expected that Prince Vegeta would one day challenge his father to mortal combat, and become King of Vegeta-sai. Freeza put a stop to that particular plan in no uncertain terms. Losing your entire planet seems to have a detrimental effect on long standing customs and beliefs. A few years ago, Vegeta tried to revive that one, and challenged Trunks Jr. to a battle to the death, but the weakling didn't have the guts to do it. "Bah! Soft, Earth reared Sayians!" Vegeta mumbled to himself. Trunks himself yelled at Vegeta for even suggesting such a thing.
Thing is, Vegeta didn't stand a chance in hell of beating his grandson. Vegeta could no longer hold SSJ2 for more than a few minutes at a time, and SSJ3 & SSJ4 were totally out of the question, even with the brutz ray device. His grandson had ascended to SSJ3 that year, and as he still had his tail, may ascend to SSJ4 soon. He has always been proud of Trunks Jr., who took his training far more seriously than his son ever did. Of course, Vegeta himself trained the boy until he was no longer able to take the beatings. "Face it Vegeta old man, your time has past and it looks like your death will be while bed ridden."
Vegeta, as he's done every morning for the last six years, looks at his empty bed and curses Bulma for leaving him. He remembers the doctor telling him that she died of a sudden heart attack. "Damned Onna! Why did you have to die! You were the only one that made this all bearable after Trunks and Bra moved out!" Vegeta cried, trying to hold back the tears he's kept locked up for six years, and with great effort he succeeds. "I will soon be reduced to a gibbering, blubbering old man!" Vegeta announces while his eyes settle on a labeled pill container on his dresser. He reaches for the "Monday" contents only to find them already gone. Momentarily confused, he slams down the container and screams, "And fucking senile as well!!"
Other than the servants, and the weekly visits from his children and grandchildren, Vegeta was entirely alone in his house. An ironic smirk crosses Vegeta's lips as he remembers all the times he demanded that people go away and leave him alone. "What a baka I was! Hell, I'd even settle for Kakarott as a companion right now!" Kakarott….. Nobody has seen him since he absorbed the dragonballs, and flew off to Dende knows where. Yet, Vegeta could not accept that Kakarott was dead either. Vegeta had felt his ki on a few occasions, seemingly quite close, but was never able to find him. Once, while flying out to investigate, he ran into both Gohan, and Pan, who said they felt Kakarott's ki as well, but try as they might, they never found him. Gohan visited Vegeta from time to time, as did Goten. Kakarott would be proud of both of them.
"Ah, Sunrise!" Vegeta Exclaimed sardonically. "Another year gone by, another birthday for Prince Vegeta!!" As the light crept up the side of the building, and eventually onto the balcony, finally highlighting the mighty Prince's features, it became apparent that Vegeta had not aged gracefully. Since the hair of a Sayian remains the same throughout their lives, Vegeta was spared going bald. However, his hair was no longer black, but completely white, deep age lines creased his face, loose skin hung as a waddle on his neck. He walked in a slight stoop, having suffered from arthritic pain in his knees and back for about 10 years now. Vegeta remembers once explaining to Bulma that the prime of a Sayians life was far longer than that of a human because Sayians are a warrior race, so the time they could fight was extended. He didn't bother to think about what would happen to a Sayian that reached his age because most Sayians died in combat long before reaching it. No need for Social Security or Medicaid on Vegeta-sai! No need for these damned pills, or damned baka geriatric doctors! Warriors died a warrior's death, as it should be!
Since the defeat of evil Shenlong, there hasn't been a single challenge worthy of even Vegeta's weakening abilities, much less Trunks, or Trunks Jr. Vegeta has grown old waiting for an opponent that could defeat him, so that he could throw himself into the fray and die as a warrior. No one has shown up that meets that standard, in fact, other than a few human wannabe world rulers, no one of any significant fighting Ki has appeared. "I'm not going to die like this! I'm not! I must find a way to die as a warrior! As befitting the Crowned Prince of Vegeta- sai! But how? The Dragonballs are gone, otherwise I could wish to die in combat." Vegeta puzzled. Then a thought struck him, "Doesn't the Namekian Dragonballs still exist on New Namek? I wonder if any of those old space ships down in the sub-lab hangar are still functional?"
Rrrriiiinnnngggg!, Vegeta glared at the phone next to his bed knowing that the obligatory phone call had arrived. Every year it's the same thing! That will be either Trunks, Bra, Gohan, Pan or Goten calling to ask him to come over on one pretext or another so that they can yell "surprise", and sing, "Happy Birthday!", to me, try and induce a sugar coma by making me eat cake and ice cream, and just be annoying as hell the entire day!" Vegeta sighed in resignation and a smirk curved his lips, "Oh well, anything beats being alone." Vegeta answered the phone, leaving his home shortly thereafter, promising to look at the spaceships as soon as he returned from his 82nd Birthday Party.
Thank you for reading, please review!!
Hello all.. Welcome to my first fanfic. Be kind! :c) Anyways, I was a bit hesitant to post this due to constraints on my time, but I will see this through. Anyways, a special thanks to the Smooster for pre-reviewing the first chap.
Chapter 1 Another moonless night
Yet another moonless night. One wonders exactly how a Sayian managed to end up on a fucking mud ball of a planet with no moon! Damned Namekian blew up the moon after Kami had restored it from an earlier blast from that old baka Roshi. Vegeta paced back and forth on the balcony outside of his third story bedroom, that had been THEIR bedroom, pondering the events of his life, and listening to fate laugh at him yet again. "I guess the moon doesn't much matter if you don't have a tail", Vegeta bemoaned.
"Exactly how in the hell did I get to this place in my life?" Vegeta grumbled. "I was a prince! Now I'm part owner of the largest corporation on a backwater planet, in a remote arm of the Dende damned galaxy! And to top things off, I couldn't even manage to die as a warrior!" Vegeta looked over to his dresser in his bedroom and spotted the labeled pill container and briefly wondered why he bothered taking the ever-growing number of medications his doctor prescribes to improve and sustain his life. "Oh well." he consigned himself, then reached and removed the "Monday" contents and poured himself a glass of Crystal Light from the pitcher left by his personal valet.
Back on Vegeta-sai, things had been so much simpler. A son grew up and trained and fought, and when the time was right he challenged his father for leadership of the family. Among the royal family, this had been the recognized right of ascension for generations. It was expected that Prince Vegeta would one day challenge his father to mortal combat, and become King of Vegeta-sai. Freeza put a stop to that particular plan in no uncertain terms. Losing your entire planet seems to have a detrimental effect on long standing customs and beliefs. A few years ago, Vegeta tried to revive that one, and challenged Trunks Jr. to a battle to the death, but the weakling didn't have the guts to do it. "Bah! Soft, Earth reared Sayians!" Vegeta mumbled to himself. Trunks himself yelled at Vegeta for even suggesting such a thing.
Thing is, Vegeta didn't stand a chance in hell of beating his grandson. Vegeta could no longer hold SSJ2 for more than a few minutes at a time, and SSJ3 & SSJ4 were totally out of the question, even with the brutz ray device. His grandson had ascended to SSJ3 that year, and as he still had his tail, may ascend to SSJ4 soon. He has always been proud of Trunks Jr., who took his training far more seriously than his son ever did. Of course, Vegeta himself trained the boy until he was no longer able to take the beatings. "Face it Vegeta old man, your time has past and it looks like your death will be while bed ridden."
Vegeta, as he's done every morning for the last six years, looks at his empty bed and curses Bulma for leaving him. He remembers the doctor telling him that she died of a sudden heart attack. "Damned Onna! Why did you have to die! You were the only one that made this all bearable after Trunks and Bra moved out!" Vegeta cried, trying to hold back the tears he's kept locked up for six years, and with great effort he succeeds. "I will soon be reduced to a gibbering, blubbering old man!" Vegeta announces while his eyes settle on a labeled pill container on his dresser. He reaches for the "Monday" contents only to find them already gone. Momentarily confused, he slams down the container and screams, "And fucking senile as well!!"
Other than the servants, and the weekly visits from his children and grandchildren, Vegeta was entirely alone in his house. An ironic smirk crosses Vegeta's lips as he remembers all the times he demanded that people go away and leave him alone. "What a baka I was! Hell, I'd even settle for Kakarott as a companion right now!" Kakarott….. Nobody has seen him since he absorbed the dragonballs, and flew off to Dende knows where. Yet, Vegeta could not accept that Kakarott was dead either. Vegeta had felt his ki on a few occasions, seemingly quite close, but was never able to find him. Once, while flying out to investigate, he ran into both Gohan, and Pan, who said they felt Kakarott's ki as well, but try as they might, they never found him. Gohan visited Vegeta from time to time, as did Goten. Kakarott would be proud of both of them.
"Ah, Sunrise!" Vegeta Exclaimed sardonically. "Another year gone by, another birthday for Prince Vegeta!!" As the light crept up the side of the building, and eventually onto the balcony, finally highlighting the mighty Prince's features, it became apparent that Vegeta had not aged gracefully. Since the hair of a Sayian remains the same throughout their lives, Vegeta was spared going bald. However, his hair was no longer black, but completely white, deep age lines creased his face, loose skin hung as a waddle on his neck. He walked in a slight stoop, having suffered from arthritic pain in his knees and back for about 10 years now. Vegeta remembers once explaining to Bulma that the prime of a Sayians life was far longer than that of a human because Sayians are a warrior race, so the time they could fight was extended. He didn't bother to think about what would happen to a Sayian that reached his age because most Sayians died in combat long before reaching it. No need for Social Security or Medicaid on Vegeta-sai! No need for these damned pills, or damned baka geriatric doctors! Warriors died a warrior's death, as it should be!
Since the defeat of evil Shenlong, there hasn't been a single challenge worthy of even Vegeta's weakening abilities, much less Trunks, or Trunks Jr. Vegeta has grown old waiting for an opponent that could defeat him, so that he could throw himself into the fray and die as a warrior. No one has shown up that meets that standard, in fact, other than a few human wannabe world rulers, no one of any significant fighting Ki has appeared. "I'm not going to die like this! I'm not! I must find a way to die as a warrior! As befitting the Crowned Prince of Vegeta- sai! But how? The Dragonballs are gone, otherwise I could wish to die in combat." Vegeta puzzled. Then a thought struck him, "Doesn't the Namekian Dragonballs still exist on New Namek? I wonder if any of those old space ships down in the sub-lab hangar are still functional?"
Rrrriiiinnnngggg!, Vegeta glared at the phone next to his bed knowing that the obligatory phone call had arrived. Every year it's the same thing! That will be either Trunks, Bra, Gohan, Pan or Goten calling to ask him to come over on one pretext or another so that they can yell "surprise", and sing, "Happy Birthday!", to me, try and induce a sugar coma by making me eat cake and ice cream, and just be annoying as hell the entire day!" Vegeta sighed in resignation and a smirk curved his lips, "Oh well, anything beats being alone." Vegeta answered the phone, leaving his home shortly thereafter, promising to look at the spaceships as soon as he returned from his 82nd Birthday Party.
Thank you for reading, please review!!