Tempest of the Tirani

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The figure stood vigil in the afternoon sun, looking around for nothing in particular, hoping that perhaps something interesting would come along. Maybe some ultra-powerful being would decide to attack him...

Vegeta sighed. Such things were just pointless to even wish for these days. The saiyajin had seen virtually no action since the fight against the Majin Buu, his fighting having remained in a sort of remission for the past years. Sure, he still managed to train several times a week, always bringing his power level continuously higher....but it wasn't the same. He didn't really have anyone to train with either... Yes, there was Trunks, but he was busy with school these days, and was only able to fit in a few times of training per month, much less than what Vegeta had hoped for. Oh well, he thought. It's not like they had anything to worry about. The only person that he could really train with and learn a good deal would be from Kakorotto, but it would have been awfully embarassing to suggest that to the lifelong rival...

He sighed again, recollecting the myriad of memories he had received while on Earth. So many different things and happenstances had brought him to the place where he was this very day. He was married to a beautiful woman, who happened to be the sole inheritor of a worldwide monopoly of technology, kids that made him proud... There was everything that a man could want. Of course, Vegeta was no man. He was a saiyajin... He began to pace back and forth through the patio of their home, as he struggled to maintain his control over the boredom that had become all too common in recent days...

Vegeta stopped, overlooking the land before him. Who would have thought that he would end up enjoying this planet that he had at one point nearly destroyed? It wasn't too often that he just stopped to enjoy it... He let his mind wander once more, pondering over the possibilities that could have been his life if he had continued in his path as a saiyajin destructor... He would definitely not have been happy the way he is. Of course, he wouldn't have been nearly this bored. He cursed, hopping back and forth lightly on one foot. Maybe there was something he could punch...

"Bored again?" Bulma joked from behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder gently, warming up to him. He let out a sign of irritation, not wanting her to get the "I told you so" out of this conversation. So much for a great warrior, he thought. He couldn't even win a fight with his wife...

"I told you," she said, giggling a little. "You should have just asked Goku..."

"I will not ask Kakorotto if I can train with him," Vegeta spat. He pulled her hand from his shoulder, stepping forward.

"I thought you were going to work on this pride issue we keep talking about?" She smiled, stepping forward.

"Don't defy me, woman," he said bitterly. "I will do how I please, when I please. And right now, I'm going to go for a walk." He shot off into the air, hovering away.

"Just be back in time for dinner!" She called after him.

"I'll be home whenever I want!" he said. He cursed, flying away. How he longed to get back his killer edge that he had once held...He could feel it, nipping at his heels, wanting to resurface again... But how?

Suddenly, a sudden flash of distress interrupted his thoughts... "What?" he asked, looking around the sky. He smiled. Something was wrong! Thank heavens, the Earth might actually be in danger... Vegeta rocketed through the air, towards Kame Palace. Hopefully, his guess would be correct. The saiyajin prince grinned with mischief. He would be the king of all fighters once again...