DISCLAIMER! I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT, although I'm glad I don't own
Gt..
This is a fan fiction was inspired by Warriors Wife by Rhionae, which is a
great fan fic. I plan to do more based on the forgotten years in DBZ, after
Buu, and after Cell, for example.
Life through the eyes of Vegeta-part two
When Goku arrived back as the boy predicted, we were told of some terrible androids who would arrive in three years. This was my chance. I immediately set out to train, borrowing the gravity machine from the ditz with the green/blue hair. Bulma. She caught my eye. There was just something about her as well.I sensed she felt the same way.and in the heat of the moment, as I took a break from the intense training, it happened. She soon announced she was pregnant. The last thing I expected was to end up as a father. So, I trained. And whilst training, in a situation of life or death, I crossed over. I had to survive, nothing else mattered. I became a super saiyan. Not how I expected, nothing to do with pride, anger, or aggressive training. It was simplicity, purity.It happened when you had no options left, when your trump card had been used up.
So came the day when the dreaded androids were to arrive. My chance came when Kakkarot had been taken out of the picture by the virus, while he was fighting them. The strength I felt, the pure power surging through my body was awesome. Android 19 was no match, I ripped that freak apart with absolute ease. I was the hero. Then Gero ran. The coward.
The boy again showed up. And when he saved the child and his mother, a shock came up that put my mind in turmoil again. The boy was the future self of my son, Trunks?! The two different forms of pride. Pride, that my son, a royal blooded saiyan, had defeated our former dominator and nemesis. My son, the super saiyan. But pride in the form of anger, that a my son, a mere child had accomplished two of my ultimate goals before my self!? But more important matters were at hand. The boy told us that the androids we had been battling had not been the androids he spoke of, and they were nothing in comparison. I was seething, that brat had got in the way, again! So we battled against these stronger androids, 17 and 18. The silent one wasn't a problem. He was a man after my own heart, his only goal to destroy Kakkarot. Yet it wouldn't be normal if there wasn't another massive twist. An anomaly in our plan, Cell. Not even Trunks knew of this foe. And I was again outclassed in strength, by the namek. As Cell found the androids and Piccolo, Kakkarot recovered. And he had a plan, which was to ascend. We were to use the hyperbolic time chamber, whilst Cell fought Piccolo and the androids way below. During the training, although he did not realise, I did have fatherly feelings towards Trunks, small though they were. I definitely respected him more afterwards. But when we had ascended, I discovered a flaw, the loss of speed. So I opted not use my new powers. Trunks did not realise this, of course, so he did become more powerful than me. So when Kakkarot and his offspring entered, and we left, we headed to fight Cell. And my power, it had grown incredibly.Cell was no match at all. I was toying with him, without even using the full extent of my power! But I made that foolish mistake, because of my darn pride, and let him become complete. And even though I threw everything of my un-ascended power at him, it wasn't enough. I have been told of how Trunks fought against him. I think back, and I should have told him not to ascend. If he had not, he would have probably been victorious. So Cell had beaten us both, and proclaimed that there would be the Cell games. When Kakkarot and Gohan had finished their training, they had come up with an ingenious plan. Only he would have thought of it, to be super saiyan normally so that when they went into battle, they would not have to expend excess energy powering up. So they could reach a level beyond merely ascending. The 9 days flew by, and the games arrived. When Kakkarot finally begun the proper battle, he was fighting well. Leading up to it, he claimed that he would not be able to beat Cell, and I thought he was being a fool. Why did he not spend his full time training was beyond me. I believed he was wrong. Then in a decision that left me disgusted, he gave up? What kind of saiyan was he? Did he not have any pride? His explanation seemed madness. He would be replaced by his 11 year old son? I thought he was a complete and utter moron. We all knew that Gohan had tremendous hidden powers, but as he battled, it looked like Kakkarot was wrong. Then Cell sent out his minions, and we were all getting pounded.
I still don't know what pushed him over the edge, what caused him to unleash his powers to this day, but when he did.it was like nothing I could ever had imagined. How on earth was it possible for a child to posses such incredible power?! The mini Cells had us reeling, but he turned them into dust them with one blow for each? How?!?! Then he turned again to Cell, and brought this so called perfect being to his knees with two punches. I felt totally disillusioned, it was like being in some strange dream. He was irresponsible though. He should and could have finished him but chose to let him suffer. Still, after Cell had returned to normal, Gohan just beat him even more. It should have been over when Android 18 was regurgitated. It should have been over when Kakkarot got to play hero and save the day when Cell self-destructed, But somehow, one Cell remained, and Cell regenerated, with his full power. It happened so quickly, just in a flash. My son, eyes glazed, a hole through his body. I just flipped. I really did care. Pride worked for me this time, and even though my attack had no effect, I felt a strange feeling for the first time. I felt it again when I helped Gohan defeat him once and for all. I think the feeling was love, and Gohan may not have been my son like Trunks, but it was the same fatherly love for both of them. I eventually came to realisation that I had been saved again. But my heart didn't feel cold or evil any more. When Trunks left for the future, I felt pride, without any selfish feelings. During those seven years, I of course planned to train. I didn't think Kakkarot would return, but I still prided myself on strength.
Life through the eyes of Vegeta-part two
When Goku arrived back as the boy predicted, we were told of some terrible androids who would arrive in three years. This was my chance. I immediately set out to train, borrowing the gravity machine from the ditz with the green/blue hair. Bulma. She caught my eye. There was just something about her as well.I sensed she felt the same way.and in the heat of the moment, as I took a break from the intense training, it happened. She soon announced she was pregnant. The last thing I expected was to end up as a father. So, I trained. And whilst training, in a situation of life or death, I crossed over. I had to survive, nothing else mattered. I became a super saiyan. Not how I expected, nothing to do with pride, anger, or aggressive training. It was simplicity, purity.It happened when you had no options left, when your trump card had been used up.
So came the day when the dreaded androids were to arrive. My chance came when Kakkarot had been taken out of the picture by the virus, while he was fighting them. The strength I felt, the pure power surging through my body was awesome. Android 19 was no match, I ripped that freak apart with absolute ease. I was the hero. Then Gero ran. The coward.
The boy again showed up. And when he saved the child and his mother, a shock came up that put my mind in turmoil again. The boy was the future self of my son, Trunks?! The two different forms of pride. Pride, that my son, a royal blooded saiyan, had defeated our former dominator and nemesis. My son, the super saiyan. But pride in the form of anger, that a my son, a mere child had accomplished two of my ultimate goals before my self!? But more important matters were at hand. The boy told us that the androids we had been battling had not been the androids he spoke of, and they were nothing in comparison. I was seething, that brat had got in the way, again! So we battled against these stronger androids, 17 and 18. The silent one wasn't a problem. He was a man after my own heart, his only goal to destroy Kakkarot. Yet it wouldn't be normal if there wasn't another massive twist. An anomaly in our plan, Cell. Not even Trunks knew of this foe. And I was again outclassed in strength, by the namek. As Cell found the androids and Piccolo, Kakkarot recovered. And he had a plan, which was to ascend. We were to use the hyperbolic time chamber, whilst Cell fought Piccolo and the androids way below. During the training, although he did not realise, I did have fatherly feelings towards Trunks, small though they were. I definitely respected him more afterwards. But when we had ascended, I discovered a flaw, the loss of speed. So I opted not use my new powers. Trunks did not realise this, of course, so he did become more powerful than me. So when Kakkarot and his offspring entered, and we left, we headed to fight Cell. And my power, it had grown incredibly.Cell was no match at all. I was toying with him, without even using the full extent of my power! But I made that foolish mistake, because of my darn pride, and let him become complete. And even though I threw everything of my un-ascended power at him, it wasn't enough. I have been told of how Trunks fought against him. I think back, and I should have told him not to ascend. If he had not, he would have probably been victorious. So Cell had beaten us both, and proclaimed that there would be the Cell games. When Kakkarot and Gohan had finished their training, they had come up with an ingenious plan. Only he would have thought of it, to be super saiyan normally so that when they went into battle, they would not have to expend excess energy powering up. So they could reach a level beyond merely ascending. The 9 days flew by, and the games arrived. When Kakkarot finally begun the proper battle, he was fighting well. Leading up to it, he claimed that he would not be able to beat Cell, and I thought he was being a fool. Why did he not spend his full time training was beyond me. I believed he was wrong. Then in a decision that left me disgusted, he gave up? What kind of saiyan was he? Did he not have any pride? His explanation seemed madness. He would be replaced by his 11 year old son? I thought he was a complete and utter moron. We all knew that Gohan had tremendous hidden powers, but as he battled, it looked like Kakkarot was wrong. Then Cell sent out his minions, and we were all getting pounded.
I still don't know what pushed him over the edge, what caused him to unleash his powers to this day, but when he did.it was like nothing I could ever had imagined. How on earth was it possible for a child to posses such incredible power?! The mini Cells had us reeling, but he turned them into dust them with one blow for each? How?!?! Then he turned again to Cell, and brought this so called perfect being to his knees with two punches. I felt totally disillusioned, it was like being in some strange dream. He was irresponsible though. He should and could have finished him but chose to let him suffer. Still, after Cell had returned to normal, Gohan just beat him even more. It should have been over when Android 18 was regurgitated. It should have been over when Kakkarot got to play hero and save the day when Cell self-destructed, But somehow, one Cell remained, and Cell regenerated, with his full power. It happened so quickly, just in a flash. My son, eyes glazed, a hole through his body. I just flipped. I really did care. Pride worked for me this time, and even though my attack had no effect, I felt a strange feeling for the first time. I felt it again when I helped Gohan defeat him once and for all. I think the feeling was love, and Gohan may not have been my son like Trunks, but it was the same fatherly love for both of them. I eventually came to realisation that I had been saved again. But my heart didn't feel cold or evil any more. When Trunks left for the future, I felt pride, without any selfish feelings. During those seven years, I of course planned to train. I didn't think Kakkarot would return, but I still prided myself on strength.