Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z is owned by the absolute genious Akira Toryama. I
do not own these characters, or make any prophet what-so-ever off of this
story. I write it out of respect for Akira, and his wonderful characters.
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From The Author: I'm sorry that I'm leaving out most things about dbgt, but I have a good reason; I've never seen it. I know a few things from magazines and the internet, but just to be safe, I'm leaving gt villains out of this. Thanks for understanding! Enjoy!
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Chapter Fifteen; Vegeta; The Last Prince?
Fifteen Years Later...
"Kakarot, your insane. Calm down."
"They're all gone, Vegeta. They're all gone!", Kakarot said, a glowing, yellow energy surrounding him. His grand-daugter had just passed, and being all alone was having a horrible effect on him. He had gone Super Saiya-jin with a power that couldn't have exceeded ten-thousand, and his body couldn't take it.
"Kakarot! Stop! I can smell your flesh burning! If you don't stop this your going to die!!!", Vegeta yelled.
"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!", Kakarot screamed as he was fried from the inside out by his own power.
"Calm down, you Baka!!!", Vegeta yelled.
Kakarot's power continued to rise, bringing him closer to death, so Vegeta punched him out.
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Later...
Vegeta sat in a chair next to Kakarot's bed when he awoke.
"Vegeta...?", he said, moving slightly, and flinching at the pain.
"Oh, your alive?", Vegeta said, as if he didn't care in the least. He secretly dreaded the other Saiya-jins death with all his heart.
"What...happened?", Kakarot asked.
"You freaked out, that's all. You seem alright. It shouldn't be too long before you heal."
Kakarot couphed, then convulsed almost to the point of sesure at the pain. "My body...my whole body hurts."
"Congradulations. You went Super Saiya-jin.", Vegeta said, "And your body wasn't ready. You practically died!"
A look of sadness went across Kakarot's face as he remembered why he had done it. "Vegeta, my whole family is dead.", he said crying, "Pan was the last one. She was my grand-daugter, and she died of old age in my arms." The next words were surprizingly bitter for the ditzy Saiya-jin. "It's not fair.", he said, through clenched teeth, and tears, "Nothing in the universe is fair anymore. My grand-daugter died of old age, Vegeta! I SHOULD NOT BE ALIVE TO GO THROUGH THIS!!!!" He froze, and squeeked.
"Kakarot...", Vegeta said, scared.
"I'm sorry, Vegeta, but I will have to leave you alone. See you in other- world, my friend."
"Kakarot! No!!!" At that, Vegeta felt Kakarot's ki signal dissapear. He sighed. "Goodbye, Kakarot.", he said quietly. He called the authorities to have them dispose of the body. He wanted nothing to do with it. Then, it happened. He was it; the last Saiya-jin. The final member of his race. He sighed. "Your words were correct Kakarot, or rather your question; 'Why did it have to come to this?'".
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Seventy-three years later...
Vegeta walked from his gravity chamber. He had lost track of his exact age, but according to his calculations, he should have been coming close to his time of death. Why was it that he didn't feel the least bit old?! He still trained just as hard as he used to, and had no problems with it. He didn't understand. Having been on the Saiya-jin planet for such a short time, he didn't have a personal oppinion on how long a Saiya-jin could live, because he had never heard of one dying of old age.
He went outside, angry at the universe for prolonging his wasted life any longer. He breathed the fresh air, and looked up at the sky once again. "Why am I alive?", he asked the blue space.
Vegeta layed out on the grass, and started to go to sleep before he felt a very hight power level, one like nothing he had felt in far over one- hundred and fifty years. He flew toward it, nearly a thousand miles, and hid behind a tree, knowing that he could beat the power easily, but not wanting to make an unplanned attack.
"I did it!!!", a voice said.
Vegeta turned away from the tree, carefully masking his ki, and looked at the source of the power. It was a young boy, with a blond flame of hair, and a crackling yellow aura, and wait. Could it be?...a tail! It was a young Super Saiya-jin!!!!
"Hm.", the boy turned, and saw him. "I demand your name!", the boy said. It was at that point that Vegeta realized that the boy looked exactly like him. "Well?! Answer, or feel my wrath!!!"
Vegeta powered up to the Super Saiya-jin three form he had learned over the years of constant training, and said haugtily, "How about you just go ahead and tell me your name first."
"What?!!!", she shocked boy yelled, then spoke with fear, "I-I am Vegeta."
"What?!", Vegeta said.
"W-well, Vegeta jr. actually. I was named after one of my ancesters. I am part Saiya-jin, you know. I see that you are too, huh?", the boy asked, worried.
Vegeta and the boy both powered down. "Ancestor?"
"Yes. I was named after the last full-blood Saiya-jin in my line. I thought I was the only one left. Now please, tell me who you are.", the boy pleaded.
Vegeta smirked. "My name is Vegeta; the last full-blood Saiya-jin alive."
"That's bull!!!", the boy yelled, "You would have to be over two-hundred years old!!!"
"Around two-hundred and twelve, I believe.", Vegeta said, "and just how old are you?"
"Seven!", the boy yelled, no longer showing fear.
"And what fraction of a Saiya-jin are you exactly?"
"One-thirty-second. Now that's enough with the questions, you good for nothing fraud!", the boy said fearlessly.
Vegeta chuckled at the boys pride, and fearlessness around his superiors. "Careful with that attitude, little warrior.", he said, patting him on the head, "And remember, don't be afraid to feel. And for the love of Kami, get married, and keep Saiya-jin blood on this planet. Goodbye, Prince Vegeta.", he said, flying off.
Vegeta went back to his cliff; that's what he called it now. So, he wasn't the last Saiya-jin, or even the last prince as he had been called since the age of five. The Saiya-jins would live on now. He felt that familar warmth which strangly turned to a pain in his heart. Vegeta was puzzled until he realized that the pain was not emotional, but phisical. It grew at an alarming rate.
He went home, and wiped some sweat from his brow. He hadn't felt old this morning. What was happenning to him? The pain grew, and his breaths quickened. Soon he got an idea about what must have been happening; he had contracted the Saiya-jin heart virus. It was a rare killer of Saiya-jins, something you had to either be born with, or have injected into your body. How could the royal line possibly have held the virus, unnoticed for so long? Well, he supposed it was possible since Saiya-jin kings were usually killed as soon as thier sons reached thier primes.
Most Saiya-jins would concider this a horrible, and dishonorable way to die, but Vegeta felt differently. He was glad that he had fulfilled Bulma's wish, and lived out the rest of his natural lifespan, and even glader that it would not have to last any longer than this. He smiled, and looked over at the picture of Bulma on the nightstand next to his bed. He looked deep into those blue eyes, and cried tears of joy as he cluched his throbbing heart. "I'm...going...to...see...you...again...Bulma." He grinned, then died, happily rising from his body, and into the next dimention.
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From The Author: Do you like it? It's still not done. The rest might be a sequel, but there will be more. See, I did use your idea, Vickychan. Well, please review. Thanks again!
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From The Author: I'm sorry that I'm leaving out most things about dbgt, but I have a good reason; I've never seen it. I know a few things from magazines and the internet, but just to be safe, I'm leaving gt villains out of this. Thanks for understanding! Enjoy!
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Chapter Fifteen; Vegeta; The Last Prince?
Fifteen Years Later...
"Kakarot, your insane. Calm down."
"They're all gone, Vegeta. They're all gone!", Kakarot said, a glowing, yellow energy surrounding him. His grand-daugter had just passed, and being all alone was having a horrible effect on him. He had gone Super Saiya-jin with a power that couldn't have exceeded ten-thousand, and his body couldn't take it.
"Kakarot! Stop! I can smell your flesh burning! If you don't stop this your going to die!!!", Vegeta yelled.
"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!", Kakarot screamed as he was fried from the inside out by his own power.
"Calm down, you Baka!!!", Vegeta yelled.
Kakarot's power continued to rise, bringing him closer to death, so Vegeta punched him out.
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Later...
Vegeta sat in a chair next to Kakarot's bed when he awoke.
"Vegeta...?", he said, moving slightly, and flinching at the pain.
"Oh, your alive?", Vegeta said, as if he didn't care in the least. He secretly dreaded the other Saiya-jins death with all his heart.
"What...happened?", Kakarot asked.
"You freaked out, that's all. You seem alright. It shouldn't be too long before you heal."
Kakarot couphed, then convulsed almost to the point of sesure at the pain. "My body...my whole body hurts."
"Congradulations. You went Super Saiya-jin.", Vegeta said, "And your body wasn't ready. You practically died!"
A look of sadness went across Kakarot's face as he remembered why he had done it. "Vegeta, my whole family is dead.", he said crying, "Pan was the last one. She was my grand-daugter, and she died of old age in my arms." The next words were surprizingly bitter for the ditzy Saiya-jin. "It's not fair.", he said, through clenched teeth, and tears, "Nothing in the universe is fair anymore. My grand-daugter died of old age, Vegeta! I SHOULD NOT BE ALIVE TO GO THROUGH THIS!!!!" He froze, and squeeked.
"Kakarot...", Vegeta said, scared.
"I'm sorry, Vegeta, but I will have to leave you alone. See you in other- world, my friend."
"Kakarot! No!!!" At that, Vegeta felt Kakarot's ki signal dissapear. He sighed. "Goodbye, Kakarot.", he said quietly. He called the authorities to have them dispose of the body. He wanted nothing to do with it. Then, it happened. He was it; the last Saiya-jin. The final member of his race. He sighed. "Your words were correct Kakarot, or rather your question; 'Why did it have to come to this?'".
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Seventy-three years later...
Vegeta walked from his gravity chamber. He had lost track of his exact age, but according to his calculations, he should have been coming close to his time of death. Why was it that he didn't feel the least bit old?! He still trained just as hard as he used to, and had no problems with it. He didn't understand. Having been on the Saiya-jin planet for such a short time, he didn't have a personal oppinion on how long a Saiya-jin could live, because he had never heard of one dying of old age.
He went outside, angry at the universe for prolonging his wasted life any longer. He breathed the fresh air, and looked up at the sky once again. "Why am I alive?", he asked the blue space.
Vegeta layed out on the grass, and started to go to sleep before he felt a very hight power level, one like nothing he had felt in far over one- hundred and fifty years. He flew toward it, nearly a thousand miles, and hid behind a tree, knowing that he could beat the power easily, but not wanting to make an unplanned attack.
"I did it!!!", a voice said.
Vegeta turned away from the tree, carefully masking his ki, and looked at the source of the power. It was a young boy, with a blond flame of hair, and a crackling yellow aura, and wait. Could it be?...a tail! It was a young Super Saiya-jin!!!!
"Hm.", the boy turned, and saw him. "I demand your name!", the boy said. It was at that point that Vegeta realized that the boy looked exactly like him. "Well?! Answer, or feel my wrath!!!"
Vegeta powered up to the Super Saiya-jin three form he had learned over the years of constant training, and said haugtily, "How about you just go ahead and tell me your name first."
"What?!!!", she shocked boy yelled, then spoke with fear, "I-I am Vegeta."
"What?!", Vegeta said.
"W-well, Vegeta jr. actually. I was named after one of my ancesters. I am part Saiya-jin, you know. I see that you are too, huh?", the boy asked, worried.
Vegeta and the boy both powered down. "Ancestor?"
"Yes. I was named after the last full-blood Saiya-jin in my line. I thought I was the only one left. Now please, tell me who you are.", the boy pleaded.
Vegeta smirked. "My name is Vegeta; the last full-blood Saiya-jin alive."
"That's bull!!!", the boy yelled, "You would have to be over two-hundred years old!!!"
"Around two-hundred and twelve, I believe.", Vegeta said, "and just how old are you?"
"Seven!", the boy yelled, no longer showing fear.
"And what fraction of a Saiya-jin are you exactly?"
"One-thirty-second. Now that's enough with the questions, you good for nothing fraud!", the boy said fearlessly.
Vegeta chuckled at the boys pride, and fearlessness around his superiors. "Careful with that attitude, little warrior.", he said, patting him on the head, "And remember, don't be afraid to feel. And for the love of Kami, get married, and keep Saiya-jin blood on this planet. Goodbye, Prince Vegeta.", he said, flying off.
Vegeta went back to his cliff; that's what he called it now. So, he wasn't the last Saiya-jin, or even the last prince as he had been called since the age of five. The Saiya-jins would live on now. He felt that familar warmth which strangly turned to a pain in his heart. Vegeta was puzzled until he realized that the pain was not emotional, but phisical. It grew at an alarming rate.
He went home, and wiped some sweat from his brow. He hadn't felt old this morning. What was happenning to him? The pain grew, and his breaths quickened. Soon he got an idea about what must have been happening; he had contracted the Saiya-jin heart virus. It was a rare killer of Saiya-jins, something you had to either be born with, or have injected into your body. How could the royal line possibly have held the virus, unnoticed for so long? Well, he supposed it was possible since Saiya-jin kings were usually killed as soon as thier sons reached thier primes.
Most Saiya-jins would concider this a horrible, and dishonorable way to die, but Vegeta felt differently. He was glad that he had fulfilled Bulma's wish, and lived out the rest of his natural lifespan, and even glader that it would not have to last any longer than this. He smiled, and looked over at the picture of Bulma on the nightstand next to his bed. He looked deep into those blue eyes, and cried tears of joy as he cluched his throbbing heart. "I'm...going...to...see...you...again...Bulma." He grinned, then died, happily rising from his body, and into the next dimention.
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From The Author: Do you like it? It's still not done. The rest might be a sequel, but there will be more. See, I did use your idea, Vickychan. Well, please review. Thanks again!
