Vegeta flew to a park and settled down by a waterfall to eat his dinner. He kept an eye out though. Waterfalls were the favorite hangout of a certain Namek and the Saiyan no Ouji was in a mood that he did not want that Namek to disturb.

Vegeta ripped through the food at an amazing rate, pausing every once and a while to chug down some milk. Passer-bys stopped and stared while children dared each other to see who could get the closest to the Saiyan before he got mad. A small boy got to the ten feet mark before Vegeta looked up and snarled, "Get away brat before I decide to end your pathetic life right here and now!"

The boy giggled and retreated back to the safety of his mother's open arms while she stared with horror at Vegeta. "Children are to be protected and loved! Not exposed to violence! How can you threaten a child like that?" the mother asked in anger.

"Easily," he said, standing up and brushing crumbs off his pants and shirt, "What's so big about a child? I'm sorry to tell you, but your children aren't special! Do you that every time a human man comes, he comes 200 million sperm? And you're telling me that your child is special? Just because one out of those 200 million sperm cells connected with your egg?" Most of the women present gave Vegeta dirty looks.

"I… um…" the mother blinked.

"Wow… man, that's so true!" a punkish looking guy agreed. A few other men murmured an assent.

"What? You told me you loved children though!" a woman who had been holding his hand yelled, "That's it! You know how important children are to me! We're through!" She stormed off.

"What? Melissa! No! Come back, baby! I love you!" the man yelled, running off after his former girlfriend.

"You remind me of someone…" the boy muttered, his little forehead scrunched in concentration.

"Yeah… your voice…" another boy added.

The first boy snapped his fingers, "Vegeta!"

"Are you the voice actor for him?" a teenager asked.

"I heard that the voice actor for Vegeta also does Piccolo's voice!" the second boy said.

"What?! That Namek has the same dub voice as me?" Vegeta growled. He had listened in on a conversation that Bouke, Bana and Rouge had had and so he had picked up so anime lingo.

"What? You?" the teenager lifted an eyebrow, "Dude, do you seriously think you're Vegeta?"

"Of course!" Vegeta snarled, "Who else would I be?"

"He does look a lot like the Prince actually…" the second boy looked at Vegeta closely.

"And he's reacting a lot like him…" the first boy nodded, his fiery hair bobbing up and down.

"You two can't seriously believe he's Vegeta?" the teenager asked.

"Why'd you cry on Namek?" the red-haired boy addressed the question to Vegeta.

Vegeta's vein popped out, "Don't ever mention that."

"You exposed a weakness to Goku," the other boy added.

"It wasn't too smart."

"Yeah, he could take over the Saiyan Princeship anytime!"

"Uh huh. What's left of it, anyway."

"Yes, it's very sad…"

Vegeta's vein throbbed wildly as he ground his teeth together. He snarled, "You two are going to die horrible deaths!" he brought up his hands and created giant balls of ki in them.

"Wow! It's the ki energy!" the teenage boy's jaw dropped.

"He's really Vegeta!" the little boy grinned and the redheaded one opened up a little backpack and took out a small notepad and pen.

"Can I have your autograph, Prince Vegeta sir?" he asked, his eyes pleading with the Saiyan no Ouji as he held out the notepad and pen.

Vegeta blinked and chewed on his lip. On one hand, he could kill the brats and do the world a favor. On the other hand, he could sign the paper therefore forever planting himself in the boy's heart and then when he took over the world he would have a loyal follower who would do his bidding.

"All right." He extinguished the ki balls and took the notepad and scrawled 'Vegeta, the Saiyan no Ouji' on piece of paper and drew a quick sketch of him going Super Saiyan. He did not like many people to know, but he liked to draw. He gave the notepad back to the boy.

The redhead looked at the signature and picture and looked back up at Vegeta with shining eyes. "Thank you, Prince Vegeta! I'm going to have this framed!" he ran back to his mother to show her but she quickly picked up the boy and ran away from the Saiyan.

"Wow, man. So you are, like, the Saiyan no Ouji?" the teenager gaped.

"Yes, and if you'll excuse me, I must be going." Vegeta turned to leave.

"But you need to teach me to use ki!" The teenager grabbed Vegeta's arm.

Vegeta locked eyes with the teenager and snarled, "Do you have a death wish?"

"N-no!"

"Then let go of me, boy!"

"Yes sir!" the teenager let go immediately and Vegeta picked up the leftover candy and chips and then took off into the air, leaving the small, dumbstruck crowd behind.

"Oh man, I am so glad we got that pizza!" I said, sighing as Mike, Bana and I cleaned up the food.

"Yeah, we would have died without it," Mike agreed.

"Dude! Check this out!" Bana called out and demonstrated to us how the leftover biscuits had cemented themselves to the plate they were put on.

"That's scary…" I muttered.

"Do any of you know where my father is?" Mirai Trunks asked as he wandered in.

"Actually, no. He wasn't there for dinner…" Mike pondered.

"Yeah, I can't locate his ki either. He's hidden himself."

"Uh oh… that's bad…"

"Not shit, Sherlock," I said to Mike, giving him a look.

"Awh, you should be nicer to me, Bo! After all, we loves you!" he winked.

"Pssh! As if that matters!"

"Awh… you hurts our feelings…" he mocked sniffed.

"Quit it, you two lovebirds. We've got a bigger problem and its name begins with a 'V,'" Bana said.

"No need to worry about Vegeta… He should be finding his way here any time now…" a voice intoned from the doorway that lead out into the backyard.

"What?" I turned and saw a tall, lean brunette with a black cloak on standing in my doorframe, "Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Sango, and I am here to make all your Vegeta wishes come true," she said with a devilish smile.

"'Vegeta wishes?'" Mirai and Mike echoed.

"This doesn't concern you two. Now go!" Sango ordered.

"Yeah! Get out of here!" Bana agreed, shoving the two males out of the kitchen.

"Now from the way you put it and just by looking at you I can tell you are a Vegeta fan too, I understand what's in this for us, but what's the plan?" I asked as Bana nodded.

"Just all of this while locked in a bedroom," Sango showed us a bottle with the word 'Everclear' on the side, "and our dear Saiyan Prince will be helpless…" she grinned evilly.

"Meep!" I stared at the bottle, "I thought they stopped making that stuff!"

"They did, but I managed to get an entire pint. And I figure that for a Saiyan, that should be enough. I know this much would kill you or I," she answered.

"Hey guys!" Rogue walked in, "Mike told me to come in here cause something freaky was happening. Oh, yeah. And Vegeta just got back."

"Let's fill you in on this 'freaky' thing that's happening and I think, after you hear it, you won't be thinking freaky anymore. No, no, no. It'll be more along the lines of 'lucky' and 'fun'…" I grinned.

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Jeril: Wow… Holy fucking shit! IT'S BEEN AN ENTIRE YEAR PEOPLE! I HAVE BEEN WRITING THIS STORY FOR A YEAR!! O.O Wow… I'm awed… I never knew it would be this long… in both time and story length. *shakes head* This is a sign that I need a life, ne?

Kakarot: Wow. A week has spanned a year…

Vegeta: You… need a life.

Jeril: Never! Anyway, free chibi Vegetas and Kakarots for all! *tosses all the chibi dolls to the reviewers* They even go Super Saiyan if you poke them in the eye. ^_~ *lol*

Vegeta: You're just sick… *watches as Jeril pokes the chibi Vegeta doll in the eye and giggles as it goes Super Saiyan*

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