Disclaimer: Once there was this show all the little boys watched and all
that it was about was these guys fighting and wanting to show each other
their 'ultimate power'. Boring! Do you think that I would have thought of
that? No way.
The Princes Vegeta:
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little cock of the walk." The large red demon sneered a welcome.
Vegita ignored him and glanced around. HFIL didn't look too bad, almost pleasant really, if you didn't mind the lake of lava.
"What are you looking for, or perhaps I should say who?" Dabora insisted on talking to him.
The proud prince looked back over his shoulder, "I thought that walking blob of bubblegum and that green worm you called 'Master' would be here."
"Why should they be? You failed to eliminate Majin Buu with that paltry fireball and Babbidi has always had more than one trick up his sleeve."
Vegita turned away, gritting his teeth in anger. *A failure, his whole life had been a failure: against Kakkarot, against Frieza, Cell and now Buu. He hadn't been able to save his own planet then or his mate's now. The only thing he had left was his pride as a Saiyan, at least someone of his race had prevailed.*
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave. I have something you may be interested in," the Demon King called after him.
"What could an inferior being such as you possibly have to offer me in a place like this," Vegita growled back.
"A ticket out," he held up a 'get out of HFIL free' card. "that is, if you can defeat all other challengers and this 'inferior being'. I warn you, you had better be stronger than that boy who fought me before," the tall red demon goaded.
The Saiyan Prince turned back, his eyes flickered at the ticket then narrowed, "That boy was just playing with you. Do you really think we would have allowed him to challenge you alone if we didn't know he could win? And I am stronger than he," he sneered, "Arrange the fight, I will have that ticket."
In a short time, Vegita found himself entered into another tournament.
The prize: whoever won would get another chance to live.
The conditions: defeat all challengers and press Dabora's revenge on Majin Buu.
The challengers: the strongest, most evil and cruel of the dead in the universe.
There was no day or night in the afterlife and the beginning rounds went swiftly as the weaker were defeated by the stronger opponents. Order was kept by two large ogres (#1 & #2), overseen by a stern and slender green man dressed in white. It was during these rounds that Vegita came up against his childhood mentor, Nappa.
"My, my, if it isn't little Veggie! I'd heard you were stuck on that pathetic planet and had gone soft," the large, bald Saiyan crowed.
"Watch your tongue, dog! I sent you here and here you will stay!" With a back-handed burst of power, he sent his former servant out of the ring, "and I am Prince Vegita, you fool!"
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Meanwhile, at Capsule Corp, Trunks emerged trembling and triumphant from a hidden chamber, gold ball in hand. "I've got it!" he announced, "Gee, Mom, what did you have it set at? I had to go super just to get it."
"That was the idea," his mother replied, "only a few people could be able to." They rejoined the group on the patio and added the dragon-ball to others gathered there.
"Can't say Gohan didn't have a sense of humor," observed Kurrilan, picking up the new ball and showing it, "Number 2." The two that Piccolo and Kurrilan had had (#7 & #5, respectively) seemed to have been given at random. The group chuckled a bit, but made no more comments in the boy's hearing. It didn't stop them from thinking, though. *Gad, it must have galled the Veg-head for the son of Goku to appeal to his pride and put him down at the same time.*
"Are you ready, son," Goku asked, using the term casually.
"I'm not your son, Kakkarot" the boy retorted proudly, "I am Prince Vegita Trunks, trained by my father."
"Look, Trunks, I respected your father," the tall warrior put his hands on the boy's shoulder and spoke to him, stern yet compassionate, "Vegita was a great fighter, but this is not Vegita-sai, you know. The caste he was raised in kept us from being friends. Would you do the same with you and Goten?"
"Of course not!" Shocked, Trunks dropped his father's mask, "Chibi's my best friend, he means everything to me!"
Goku raised questioning eyes to Bulma who nodded silently, "Good. Then let's work together to bring him back." "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go," the boy answered eagerly, "Bye, Mom," he gave her a quick kiss.
"Good luck," Bulma and the others waved as Goku put fingertips to his forehead and the two disappeared.
A short time later, they were flying in the jagged mountain area near the Son home. Trunks lead the way, setting the pace with the dragon-radar. Goku kept a wary eye out as they approached the hunting ground of large flying predator dinosaurs. He remembered when one of them had gotten Bulma the first day they traveled together. ChiChi and Gohan let Goten play out here?
Trunks paused in flight, "You'd better wait here," he suggested, "I think I know where Goten left the dragonball. He was probably visiting Chobi and Chobi's parents don't like strangers. I've been out here a couple of times and I'm small, so they'll let me be."
"Don't you want me to watch your back in case one of the dinosaurs attack?" Goku questioned.
"Chobi's family are dinosaurs," the boy explained, "Gohan's been friends with them for years. Chobi just hatched a few months ago and Chibi came here almost every day to see him. I wouldn't be surprised if Chobi's mom fed him snacks as well." He'd said the last as a shock factor, (though it could be true,) and watched the man for a reaction.
Kakkarot had first looked concerned, then he shrugged and smiled, "In that case, I'll wait here for you." He started to drift down to the ground, then his voice floated up as Trunks began to leave, "By the way, a little raw meat never hurt a Saiyan." The boy shuddered at the barbaric thought that the man had likely eaten it and wasn't concerned that his son may have. Had his father done the same?
Ten minutes passed. Fifteen... twenty...
Just as Goku was getting ready to go after him, Trunks showed up, holding a golden ball in one hand and wiping the other on his pants.
"What happened?"
"Chobi wanted to play and then he... he insisted on sharing."
"Oh?"
"It wasn't... half bad," the boy admitted sheepishly.
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He had worn his pride like armor, using it as a protection from his rough and violent companions when he was younger under Freiza and to separate him from the human weaklings on Earth, even his mate and son. But a strong man needs no armor to protect him and Vegita had found out just how weak he was inside in his fight against Babbidi.
The foundation of his spirit had been weak, but his will was strong. Now he built on the desire to return to his mate and children to protect them and each victory buttressed the framework of his iron will. He fought using the façade of his pride as a tool, parrying every thought of defeat away, for that would be the first step to losing.
His opponents were the scum of the Earth and the dregs of the galaxy, each vying for the opportunity to return to victimize the living again. Most he met with a smirk, not deigning to answer the taunting jeers with more than a burst of power to blow them out of the ring. As the rounds advanced, the fighters he faced became tougher, harder to defeat and he took a few hits in return. In the quarter finals, he came up against another familiar face.
"Look who's here, it's my old pet, Vegita!" black lips twisted in a sinister smile.
"Freiza, I'm going to show your ugly face the real meaning of hell!" Vegita growled.
"Really?" the lizard's tone was deceptively soft, "You couldn't do anything to me before. I heard you haven't even killed anyone since you left my service until today and that you've become a weak woman's pet."
"I AM NO ONE'S PET!" Vegita roared.
"A weak woman who took you in and fed you and lets you in her bed? She must be.. mmm, nice. I think I will go to this Earth just to find out what charms she has to hold such a big, bad Saiyan," Freiza licked his lips and twitched his tail in a suggestive manner, apparently not heeding the Saiyan Prince's growing rage.
Vegita clenched his fists, sparks of gathering power ran up his arms and crackled in his hair. Freiza noticed this, got into a crouch, and started to power up also. The ground trembled and thunder rumbled through the darkened sky. A great sound came from the contestants and onlookers alike as everyone yelled, some in fear, most in excitement. Freiza's body became larger, his horns became longer and his muscles greater. But even he stepped back in the face of what Vegeta had become!
A glow bright as the sun surrounded the pumped muscled body, golden hair stood higher, and eyes as cold as the heart of a glacier looked out from under fuming brows. "You will NOT leave this place, Freiza!" he stated, "I have become what you feared most- a Super Saiyan, like the one that sent you here!"
The two faced each other, smirking and snarling, and gathered their power. They took aim then released their beams of tremendous force.
When the light died, only one remained standing.
AN: I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. I think this is enough to chew on for one chapter, but I'm not done with the two princes yet.
The Princes Vegeta:
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little cock of the walk." The large red demon sneered a welcome.
Vegita ignored him and glanced around. HFIL didn't look too bad, almost pleasant really, if you didn't mind the lake of lava.
"What are you looking for, or perhaps I should say who?" Dabora insisted on talking to him.
The proud prince looked back over his shoulder, "I thought that walking blob of bubblegum and that green worm you called 'Master' would be here."
"Why should they be? You failed to eliminate Majin Buu with that paltry fireball and Babbidi has always had more than one trick up his sleeve."
Vegita turned away, gritting his teeth in anger. *A failure, his whole life had been a failure: against Kakkarot, against Frieza, Cell and now Buu. He hadn't been able to save his own planet then or his mate's now. The only thing he had left was his pride as a Saiyan, at least someone of his race had prevailed.*
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave. I have something you may be interested in," the Demon King called after him.
"What could an inferior being such as you possibly have to offer me in a place like this," Vegita growled back.
"A ticket out," he held up a 'get out of HFIL free' card. "that is, if you can defeat all other challengers and this 'inferior being'. I warn you, you had better be stronger than that boy who fought me before," the tall red demon goaded.
The Saiyan Prince turned back, his eyes flickered at the ticket then narrowed, "That boy was just playing with you. Do you really think we would have allowed him to challenge you alone if we didn't know he could win? And I am stronger than he," he sneered, "Arrange the fight, I will have that ticket."
In a short time, Vegita found himself entered into another tournament.
The prize: whoever won would get another chance to live.
The conditions: defeat all challengers and press Dabora's revenge on Majin Buu.
The challengers: the strongest, most evil and cruel of the dead in the universe.
There was no day or night in the afterlife and the beginning rounds went swiftly as the weaker were defeated by the stronger opponents. Order was kept by two large ogres (#1 & #2), overseen by a stern and slender green man dressed in white. It was during these rounds that Vegita came up against his childhood mentor, Nappa.
"My, my, if it isn't little Veggie! I'd heard you were stuck on that pathetic planet and had gone soft," the large, bald Saiyan crowed.
"Watch your tongue, dog! I sent you here and here you will stay!" With a back-handed burst of power, he sent his former servant out of the ring, "and I am Prince Vegita, you fool!"
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Meanwhile, at Capsule Corp, Trunks emerged trembling and triumphant from a hidden chamber, gold ball in hand. "I've got it!" he announced, "Gee, Mom, what did you have it set at? I had to go super just to get it."
"That was the idea," his mother replied, "only a few people could be able to." They rejoined the group on the patio and added the dragon-ball to others gathered there.
"Can't say Gohan didn't have a sense of humor," observed Kurrilan, picking up the new ball and showing it, "Number 2." The two that Piccolo and Kurrilan had had (#7 & #5, respectively) seemed to have been given at random. The group chuckled a bit, but made no more comments in the boy's hearing. It didn't stop them from thinking, though. *Gad, it must have galled the Veg-head for the son of Goku to appeal to his pride and put him down at the same time.*
"Are you ready, son," Goku asked, using the term casually.
"I'm not your son, Kakkarot" the boy retorted proudly, "I am Prince Vegita Trunks, trained by my father."
"Look, Trunks, I respected your father," the tall warrior put his hands on the boy's shoulder and spoke to him, stern yet compassionate, "Vegita was a great fighter, but this is not Vegita-sai, you know. The caste he was raised in kept us from being friends. Would you do the same with you and Goten?"
"Of course not!" Shocked, Trunks dropped his father's mask, "Chibi's my best friend, he means everything to me!"
Goku raised questioning eyes to Bulma who nodded silently, "Good. Then let's work together to bring him back." "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go," the boy answered eagerly, "Bye, Mom," he gave her a quick kiss.
"Good luck," Bulma and the others waved as Goku put fingertips to his forehead and the two disappeared.
A short time later, they were flying in the jagged mountain area near the Son home. Trunks lead the way, setting the pace with the dragon-radar. Goku kept a wary eye out as they approached the hunting ground of large flying predator dinosaurs. He remembered when one of them had gotten Bulma the first day they traveled together. ChiChi and Gohan let Goten play out here?
Trunks paused in flight, "You'd better wait here," he suggested, "I think I know where Goten left the dragonball. He was probably visiting Chobi and Chobi's parents don't like strangers. I've been out here a couple of times and I'm small, so they'll let me be."
"Don't you want me to watch your back in case one of the dinosaurs attack?" Goku questioned.
"Chobi's family are dinosaurs," the boy explained, "Gohan's been friends with them for years. Chobi just hatched a few months ago and Chibi came here almost every day to see him. I wouldn't be surprised if Chobi's mom fed him snacks as well." He'd said the last as a shock factor, (though it could be true,) and watched the man for a reaction.
Kakkarot had first looked concerned, then he shrugged and smiled, "In that case, I'll wait here for you." He started to drift down to the ground, then his voice floated up as Trunks began to leave, "By the way, a little raw meat never hurt a Saiyan." The boy shuddered at the barbaric thought that the man had likely eaten it and wasn't concerned that his son may have. Had his father done the same?
Ten minutes passed. Fifteen... twenty...
Just as Goku was getting ready to go after him, Trunks showed up, holding a golden ball in one hand and wiping the other on his pants.
"What happened?"
"Chobi wanted to play and then he... he insisted on sharing."
"Oh?"
"It wasn't... half bad," the boy admitted sheepishly.
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He had worn his pride like armor, using it as a protection from his rough and violent companions when he was younger under Freiza and to separate him from the human weaklings on Earth, even his mate and son. But a strong man needs no armor to protect him and Vegita had found out just how weak he was inside in his fight against Babbidi.
The foundation of his spirit had been weak, but his will was strong. Now he built on the desire to return to his mate and children to protect them and each victory buttressed the framework of his iron will. He fought using the façade of his pride as a tool, parrying every thought of defeat away, for that would be the first step to losing.
His opponents were the scum of the Earth and the dregs of the galaxy, each vying for the opportunity to return to victimize the living again. Most he met with a smirk, not deigning to answer the taunting jeers with more than a burst of power to blow them out of the ring. As the rounds advanced, the fighters he faced became tougher, harder to defeat and he took a few hits in return. In the quarter finals, he came up against another familiar face.
"Look who's here, it's my old pet, Vegita!" black lips twisted in a sinister smile.
"Freiza, I'm going to show your ugly face the real meaning of hell!" Vegita growled.
"Really?" the lizard's tone was deceptively soft, "You couldn't do anything to me before. I heard you haven't even killed anyone since you left my service until today and that you've become a weak woman's pet."
"I AM NO ONE'S PET!" Vegita roared.
"A weak woman who took you in and fed you and lets you in her bed? She must be.. mmm, nice. I think I will go to this Earth just to find out what charms she has to hold such a big, bad Saiyan," Freiza licked his lips and twitched his tail in a suggestive manner, apparently not heeding the Saiyan Prince's growing rage.
Vegita clenched his fists, sparks of gathering power ran up his arms and crackled in his hair. Freiza noticed this, got into a crouch, and started to power up also. The ground trembled and thunder rumbled through the darkened sky. A great sound came from the contestants and onlookers alike as everyone yelled, some in fear, most in excitement. Freiza's body became larger, his horns became longer and his muscles greater. But even he stepped back in the face of what Vegeta had become!
A glow bright as the sun surrounded the pumped muscled body, golden hair stood higher, and eyes as cold as the heart of a glacier looked out from under fuming brows. "You will NOT leave this place, Freiza!" he stated, "I have become what you feared most- a Super Saiyan, like the one that sent you here!"
The two faced each other, smirking and snarling, and gathered their power. They took aim then released their beams of tremendous force.
When the light died, only one remained standing.
AN: I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. I think this is enough to chew on for one chapter, but I'm not done with the two princes yet.