Chapter 2
In the CC building, in the medical bay....
Bulma sat in front of a computer, as Vegeta stood against the wall. He was looking at one of the beds, where a young Saiyan boy lay. It wasn't so much that the boy was saiyan that puzzled him. After all Vegeta wasn't stupid, he may only know of him and Kakarott being left, but there were always a few that escaped and slipped the net of any purged planet with space flight capabilities. So chances where there are some of his race still out there. No what puzzled him was, other than this boy was severely underfed, and had the mark of a slave tattooed on his arm; he was looking at a younger version of himself. He didn't have any siblings, and was certain he had never fathered any children other than the ones he had here on earth. But it was quite obvious the boy was of royal blood, he even smelled like it to him.
"Well tests show the boy Goku found isn't just related to you--"
"What are you talking about, there is no way he could be related to me!"
"If you'd let me finish Vegeta!" Bulma gave Vegeta a look and he fell silent begrudgingly. "I was going to say he isn't just related to you, he is you."
"WHAT!"
Breaking that news to Vegeta was worth everything just for Bulma to see the look on her ex-husband's face. "I've checked three times over, the boy genetically other than a few minor discrepancies that can be explained away through cloning or equipment error, the boy is essentially well you. My best guess is he's a clone, the pilot of that ship was from a race that you claimed died out over forty years ago--"
"Yes, I killed the last one myself."
Bulma ignored his outburst and continued, "it is most likely someone is for some reason cloning dead or dieing races."
"When that boy wakes up I want answers."
"Vegeta, don't do anything to hard on the boy, it's very likely he doesn't know anything."
"We will see."
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Some 60 years ago, on Vegeta-Sei....
A man who looked no more than thirty, with black spiky hair, and a scar on his cheek, walked through the launch bay looking around to make sure no one was watching. Sneaking up to one of the space pods he opened a hatch he took out from his pocket, a test-tube with some sort of green liquid in it, then he pulled out an electronic notepad. It was full off all sorts of complex mathematical formulas, and the top was entitled in Sayago, 'Project Kakarott'. With a smile he encoded the pad, set them in the pod, then sealed up the hatch again, and made a bee line out of there.
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Back to the present at CC...
Jadin's eyes fluttered open to find himself looking up at a white ceiling, the smell of disinfectant and medicinal stuff heavy in the air. He knew without looking or asking he was in a medical facility. He could smell another in the room, male, sent seemed familiar somehow. Weakly he got up and looked around him to the direction the smell was drifting from, then almost fell back down in surprise. Thinking he was imagining things he blinked, rubbed his eyes and blinked again. This didn't help any as the grown-up version of himself who was leaning against the wall, was now smirking. Looking over his body quickly he noticed a small scar where his enslavement chip was located that wasn't there before.
"We took it out."
"Em thanks, I think..."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Jadin, who are you and why do you look like me?"
Vegeta's smirk widened as he approached the young boy who looked painfully familiar. "I was about to ask you the same question."
Jadin was scared by the powerful aura emitting from the man beside him, but out of instinct didn't show it. "Look I don't know anything, all I know is I was sold like cattle, very expensive cattle, and the guy on that ship was just a broker. Someone paid a lot of money for me Mr, so they will come looking for me."
"You talk as a slave," Vegeta spat. "Have some pride in who and what you are."
"I've only ever been a slave. I don't remember having any parents and my earliest memory was stacking my former master's ship and I couldn't have been more than two at the time." Jadin answered softly almost ashamed. "He never would tell me anything of my origins just that he bought me of some rare slave dealer, said it was daylight robbery at the price he got me for and to go back to work." Thinking back he added, "anytime I came across someone that knew what I was, they got this weird look of complete terror and they ran as soon as they seen me."
Vegeta looked very satisfied at the last comment. He knew all to well why, also examining the boy's ki he knew he was telling the truth. "So they should, you are a Saiyan."
"A what?"
"A Saiyan. You are from a once feared and proud warrior race, until Frieza destroyed our home world, all but wiping us out. I am Prince Vegeta of the Planet Vegeta-Sei, me and the one who found you, Kakarott, are the only full blooded Saiyans left. That was until you showed up. Take pride in what you are."
"Wow! Your the monkey prince that they still keep telling stories about. No wonder everyone is afraid of me, people still tell stories of you to frighten children at night."
"Nice to know I still have a reputation," Vegeta almost chuckled. "If you feel up to it there are fresh clothes for you that should fit. You can come with me and have a proper meal, you obviously have been starved your whole life to keep you weak. You'll need some meat on those bones if I'm going to train you, after all your a free man now. Would be good if you can keep it that way."
It was as I had dressed and followed Vegeta that day and met his family, I was taken in right away as a part of that family; I started to realise what the true meaning of freedom was.
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Jadin sat down at the table after having been introduced to the family and started eating hesitantly as if he expected to have it taken away at any moment.
"So how old are you Jadin?"
"About seven I think, maybe eight. I don't know really, mam."
"I told you already call me Bulma, being called mam makes me feel old."
"Sorry, old habits die hard I guess." Jadin had never really been talked to, more ordered around, for once he was glad his translator chips works for input and output and not just in, like a lot of slaves.
Avoiding the subject Bulma added, "I'll show you your room later, it's all fixed up for you, there is a good view of the stars from there, since every Saiyan I've met seems to like to look at them. You can stay as long as you like."
"Well it's nice to be free and all but I'm worth a lot of money, someone's going to come looking for me."
Vegeta snorted and Bulma added as unconcerned as could be, "oh don't worry about that, Vegeta will take care of them. He's a lot better a deterrent than the guard dog," Bulma added as a joke.
Vegeta looked to the black shaggy Labrador cross Nighty (Night for short), that Trunks had bought Bulma for her two years ago for her birthday; who currently had the cat bikini, between his two paws and was licking her fur clean for her. "A hamster would make a better guard dog than that thing." The more embarrassing thing was that he bought it off Kakarott, who had saved it and a whole other litter of them from drowning in a river in the middle of a sparring session. Does he have no pride?
"Oh there is a full moon in a couple days, thought I better warn you," Trunks added between biting into a chicken leg.
"Moon... I've never seen a moon. Anytime I where near one I was always locked up in the middle of the ship with no explanation why."
"That's because every time a saiyan looks at a full moon they turn into a giant ape." Trunks clarified.
"Oh, well guess that makes sense."
Jadin then smelt another person coming, they smelt oddly like they where both male and female at the same time. Not like the smell of sex, but like they really where both. The door opened and a tall man with dark spiky hair came in, he had a sad look about him that looked oddly wrong like it didn't belong there. It was when he seen the tail he knew this was the same man he seen before he blacked out.
Goku sat down on the floor and flung a backpack down on the floor then started cuddling the big shaggy dog who proceeded to lick Goku's face, who smiled a little but it didn't reach his eyes.
"Goku? Are you ok? You look horrible... And you didn't reach for the food either..." Bulma questioned her oldest and dearest friend.
"I'm not hungry."
Everyone but Jadin fell over anime style. Even Vegeta started to seem worried about the gentle, normally excessively happy, and always hungry giant.
Bulma was down to him in a shot hugging him and feeling his forehead to see if he was running a fever. "What's wrong."
"I just left Chi-Chi."
"And your unhappy about dumping that harpy, bitch from hell?"
"Vegeta!!" Bulma scolded. "Never mind him. Oh Goku why? What happened?"
"Oh it's not leaving her I'm upset about... The way things where going it was going to happen."
"Then what?" Bulma asked softly.
"Your not going to like this." Goku took a deep breath. "I came home and found her stinking of your so called boyfriend Yamcha. I could smell the sex on her, and I found him in the closet hiding naked and stinking of her and sex."
Bulma got mad at Yamcha, and felt bad for Goku while Vegeta was barely restraining laughter, he never liked the weakling prick.
"So what happened?" Bulma asked annoyed.
"I got really really angry and I--I..."
"You didn't?" Bulma asked in shock.
"I did.... I formed a ki ball out of some insane instinct that took, over I wasn't in control... I blasted his balls off literally. With an almost surgical aim... cause other than the scorch marks, that was the only damage I inflicted."
Vegeta really couldn't take it anymore and he fell out of his chair in roars of laughter, "I... didn't... know... you had... it... in you... Kaka...rott!" He caught his breath again, "done like a true saiyan!"
Somehow Vegeta's approval and amusement on the situation cheered Goku up a little, and there was a spark returned to his eyes that was missing before.
Bulma tried to look at both men disapprovingly but failed. "Oh what's the point in scolding either of you. You've actually done the female population of this planet a favour, they will get over it. He's had it coming from the first time he cheated on me. In fact Vegeta almost done it for you just before we got together."
"Stupid Onna should have let me do it then." He looked at her and smirked, "least you got to know what it's like to be with a real man."
"DAD!" Bra shouted out in a disgusted tone.
Vegeta's smirk got wider, and headed up to Goku and picked him up of the floor. "Come Kakarott, lets go spar." He then dragged him out side with him.
"Typical male, thinks beating the shit out of things will solve everything."
Well I have to say my first real meeting with Goku was kind of weird but the situation was really funny and it broke the ice for me. Seeing how these people have their own problems to deal with, and can take things in good humour, well it kind of made me realise that I could do this, even if I do screw up. Also out of the whole time I've known Vegeta, I think that is the only time I have ever seen him give out into full unadulterated laughter. Then again Vegeta always did almost lovingly called Goku a clown, and he wasn't far off cause if there was one thing he was good for it was a good laugh at something. I guess I seen it sparking between the two from when I first saw them together. Guess that's why I was the only one that saw it coming...
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A/N: Well finally decided on a direction this fic is going. Hope you like. Please review *gives puppy eyes*