Author's Note: I warn you, this chapter is munched screwed and I ashamed to have written it. Do you think I should re-write it? I'm going away tomorrow so Happy New Years! I think, even if you guys DON'T want me to re-write it, I will when I've finished it. IF I ever get it finished grr.

Chapter 6: Gut Feelings

"Well they coped extremely well, considering they're only one!" Gohan commented, as they dragged the unconscious bodies of their children into the lab and put them in the Rejuvenation Tanks. Dr. Briefs wasn't listening. He was thanking Kami and any other God in existence that Bunny wasn't awake. She'd gone to bed for an afternoon rest an hour earlier, and Dr. Briefs winced just thinking about the performance she would have created, had she seen the children in this state.

They had left them for a while, gone back and boosted the gravity to 12. It had taken the kids a while to get used to it, approximately half an hour, but in the end they were acting normal and so they had upped it to 15. That had been the final straw for the already worn out kids. They had collapsed, unconscious with the weight of the gravity.

"Yeah, just pray Bunny doesn't find out." Gohan winced. He had first had experience with Mrs. Briefs when she was angry, not an experience he wished to repeat any time soon. "Well the tank shouldn't take more than an hour to heal them so....." Dr. Briefs mused. Gohan nodded as he watched the tanks fill up with liquid.

"It's nearly nightfall, we should hurry up and get these kids to bed. They're not THAT beat up, it shouldn't take an hour to heal?"

"Yeah I guess you're right. We'll give them half an hour, then pull 'em out and put them to bed."

Half an hour later, Gohan and Dr. Briefs pulled the now healed bodies of their infant children out of the Rejuvenation Tanks.

"You'd never know," Gohan smirked. Dr. briefs smiled and nodded, shaking the kids awake so they could dress them.

"Gohan, Bulma! Wake up." The kids' eyes fluttered open. Dr. Briefs and Gohan dressed them into their pyjamas and opened the lab door. It was cool night, and although dark, the path was lit by the light of the full moon. Dr. Briefs held both children, one on either hip. He sighed, mumbling about how he was doing woman's work. Gohan followed behind him, watching the children intently.

Dr. Briefs paused and looked at the sky, turning Goku and Bulma towards the moon.

"Look, Gohan. It's a full moon!" Gohan turned to the sky.

"That it be. I haven't seen a full moon in a while." Goku and Bulma turned to where their parents were staring. Bulma raised a finger and pointed.

"Moon," she giggled. Dr. Briefs smiled.

"Good girl, that is the moon."

"Why do a get a bad feeling?" Gohan asked, frowning. Dr. Briefs looked at him and raised a grey eyebrow.

"I don't know, hold on. Bulma, Goku, stop squirming!" he grumbled to the children. They were both staring intently at the sky. Gohan gasped.

(OK I'm gunna make up a name for Dr. Briefs. Umm. Allan?)

"Allan! The moon! Quick turn the kids away!" Gohan yelled. Dr. Briefs spun the kids away, breaking their eye contact but they were too far-gone. Both went rigid, their tails swishing angrily. Their eyes glowed a kind of red. "OK, Allan. We're going to have to get the kids away from civilization! They'll destroy everything! It won't take them long to transform!" Gohan grabbed the kids of Dr. Briefs and ran to the car with amazing agility. Dr. Briefs followed hurriedly, and jumped into the driver's seat. Luckily, West Capitol was a rather large town, but lay in the middle of secluded, barren land. It took them less than a minute to reach the wild considering Capsule Corp. was on the very outskirts.

A passer by would have been completely befuddled by the sight. Two grown men, running away from a couple of mutated infants, jumping into their car and driving off.

"Gohan, we can't just leave them here!" Allan yelled. Gohan turned to look at his companion.

"Allan, they'll kill us. I've seen what these Saiyans in their Oozaru forms they're lethal. Grown Saiyans have the ability to control their Oozaru forms, but these children are just infants. They have no control whatsoever." Allan sighed and ran a hand through his grey hair.

"How long does it take to wear off?"

"Until the moon disappears. So looking at the sky, the fact that there's no cloud indicates that they'll be Oozaru all night," Gohan sighed heavily.

"Shall we wait here?" Gohan nodded.

"But keep well out of sight." They parked the car in a rather large group of trees, and went back to look at their children. Dr. Briefs was shocked. No longer was Bulma a little blue haired girl; she was a giant blue monkey. Every time she opened her mouth giant beams of ki shot out, destroying everything in its path. The same could be said for Goku; only he was a brown monkey, not a blue one. They roared at the top of their lungs, banging down their fists on the ground, and fighting with each other.

"This gives a whole new meaning to primal instincts," Dr. Briefs muttered. Gohan nodded next to him on agreement.

The two men sat, watching the giant monkeys destroy everything in their path. Hours later, Allan glanced, bleary eyed at his watch. 4.30. They'd be back to normal around six. He sighed and moved from his position at the bottom of a tree.

"Gohan, how much longer?" Dr. Briefs sighed, knowing the answer. The old man looked up.

"Well, the sun's starting to spill over the hills, so if we could just distract them, they'll change back, there's not much moon left." He looked at Dr. Briefs strangely. Allan got it immediately.

"NO! Neither you nor I can go out there with them in this state! Like you said, we're lucky they stayed here instead of venturing to West Capitol!" he yelled, jumping up.

"Come on Briefs, you idiot! They'll be back to children as soon as we can divert their gaze." Dr. briefs sighed. He WAS tired, and he really wanted to go home.

"Fine, Gohan. But if they hurt you, I'll never forgive myself." Gohan nodded and ventured forth towards the monkeys. He walked for a good few minutes, gaining distance. Dr. Briefs watched apprehensively as Gohan waved his arms, and yelled in an attempt to divert the monkeys' attention. It worked. First Bulma. She started towards the old man, but as the sun pulled itself over the hill, she slowly began sinking back into a Saiyan baby. Dr. Briefs watched as Gohan ran forward and picked up his daughter. Goku, distracted by the loss of his playmate, turned to Gohan. He roared and ran at him. Allan realised quickly what was going to happen. He ran forward, trying to divert Gohan's attention to Goku, but the old man was caught up with his daughter.

"GOHAN!" he bellowed across the plains. The old man looked up and Dr. Briefs pointed desperately at the rapidly approaching Saiyan. Gohan whirled around and saw, much to his shock that Goku was on a rampage; heading straight for him. He was shrinking but not quickly enough. Dr. Briefs was panting. He was still fifty metres away. Gohan realised his fate in a few short moments, knowing Goku was too close to him.

"Briefs!" he yelled. "Catch!" he threw Bulma in the direction of Allan. Allan ran forward, trying to catch the child but to no avail. He stopped looking at her. She wasn't crying she could wait. Gohan needed his help.

"Get out of the way!" he yelled.

"There's no time. This is it. Take care of Goku for me!" he yelled. Dr. Briefs watched in horror, almost like slow motion as Gohan disappeared beneath Goku's giant foot.

"GOOOOOOOHAAAAAAAN!" he yelled, dropping to the ground next to his daughter.

*

"Rojin!" Radditz yelled, pounding on the door. Rojin's mother answered.

"Oh, hi Radditz. Rojin's just upstairs, I'll call him down." She disappeared and a moment later Rojin appeared at the door.

"Hey, Radditz. What brings you here?" Radditz shrugged and Rojin stepped back, indicating for Radditz to come in. Radditz shook his head.

"I was thinking we could take a fly?" (Like we say I was thinking we could take a walk). Rojin nodded.

"Mum, Radditz and I are going out. We'll be back before sundown!" Rojin walked out and closed the door behind him. They both lifted into the air and flew towards the forest area. "So how come you're here?" Rojin asked again. "Not to sound rude or nothin', but you ain't dropped in for a while." Radditz nodded.

"Yeah, I've been training hard out with Dad. He doesn't know the meaning of the word rest. At least, if he did, he forgot it when Kakarot and Buruma left." Rojin nodded. "And it's finally paid off," Radditz smirked. Rojin raised a dark eyebrow.

"What do you mean? Did the Prince ask you to train for his Royal Guards?" Radditz shook his head.

"Nah, something happened to the Prince. Don't tell anyone, you swear?" Rojin nodded.

"On my honour as a Saiyan." That was good enough for Radditz.

"The King sent him to work with Freiza. As sort of a bond. If King Vegeta betrays Freiza's trust, he'll kill Vegeta. If not, he comes back to Vegeta- sei at the end of the settlement. Which could be several years. Prince Vegeta's being forced to do all Freiza's dirty work. Purging planets, capturing concubines for the men on Freiza's ships, being a bounty hunter. That sort of stuff. Kami help him. Freiza will beat the living shit out of him, my Dad worked for Freiza just before he met my Mum. Freiza beats anyone who looks at him the wrong way. For Kami's sake, Prince Vegeta's only two and half! He'll never survive." Rojin was shocked. He was as strong and hard as the next seven and a half year old Saiyan, but how could the King give his son to that tyrant WILLINGLY?

"Whoa. Poor Prince Vegeta. I doubt he'll be in any state to rule when he comes back." Radditz nodded.

"Dad also said that the King's taking a new mate. She will no doubt produce an heir, and Vegeta will be out of the picture. Anyway, what I originally started to say was that I got picked for the Arita purging squad! I'm going with Nappa, the Prince's personal bodyguard, my father and some guys called Larot and Turkan." As Radditz expected, Rojin was overjoyed.

"Hey, Radditz! That's great news! Congratulations! I want you to count how many Arita-jin scum you kill and report back to me when you return, OK?" Radditz grinned. Finally, someone who APPRECIATED his news.

"So will you be coming to see me off I trust?"

"Sure man! Geez! I'm your friend, I'm glad for you! Anyway, we'd better get back to the city. It's nearly sundown." Radditz nodded, and they turned around, flying back to Rojin's. They bid each other goodbye, and then Bardock headed home, thoughts of Kartan rushing through his head.

Radditz dropped down outside his door and barged in.

"Brat, get in here!" Bardock yelled from the sitting room.

"What d'you want?" Radditz grumbled walking into the room.

"Don't talk to me like that!" he yelled.

"Well YOU speak to me like I'm some third class idiot!" Radditz knew instantly he'd gone too far.

"I won't tolerate you mouthing off at me boy. You'll pay for that tenfold in our next training match!" Radditz gulped. Bardock was ten times stronger than him. That would hurt. "Anyway, like I was saying, I have something to tell you." Radditz raised an eyebrow.

"Hmmm?" he prompted.

"I've put the purging mission forward, we're leaving at sunup tomorrow." Radditz looked at his father.

"How come?"

"Don't question my motives, brat. You are to pack tonight, say your 'goodbyes' tonight and be at the R.T.L at 0400 hours. It is," he consulted the sky, "2145 hours. Hurry up." Radditz sighed, knowing it wasn't worth arguing. He trudged upstairs to pack.

Bardock watched his son's retreating back. The brat was too soft. Bardock didn't like that. He knew that if there was one thing that got you in trouble it was weak emotions, like love and caring. Anything but anger, revenge and hatred basically. Sure he loved his wife, and their brats, though he'd never admit it. That was only because he'd met them when he was a weak third-class.

Bardock frowned, getting that weird feeling in his gut again. Something was wrong with this mission. He got a bad feeling, but couldn't place it. He sighed, dismissing it as nerves because his son was coming. Try as he might though, he still had this horrible feeling in his stomach.

And by Kami, he should have trusted his instincts.

*

"Zarbon, would you be so kind as to fetch me Vegeta?"

"Yes, milord," Zarbon replied with a bow. He walked swiftly out of the room making his way to Vegeta's quarters. "BRAT!" he banged on the door. Vegeta opened it, fully clothed in his Saiyan armour.

"What d'you want, Zarbon?" Vegeta mumbled, glaring at the tall green man. Zarbon flicked his plait over his shoulder.

"Lord Freiza wishes to see you. And I suggest you hurry up unless you want to lose another limb?" Vegeta paled and Zarbon smirked malevolently. "Just as I thought. Follow me, Vegeta." He grabbed Vegeta by the scruff of his neck and threw him into the corridor.

"Let go of me you big green idiot!" Zarbon pushed Vegeta to the ground. If there was one thing he couldn't stand it was someone who insulted his looks. Zarbon's upper lip curled and his teeth were bared like an animal. Vegeta stood up and smirked at the look on Zarbon's face, crossing his arms defiantly.

"It's breakfast time, brat. So I suggest you hurry along before all the others eat it." Vegeta looked up at the mention of breakfast, but he scowled again when he remembered the menu. "You are to see Lord Freiza before you eat however, and you are to address him as Milord or Lord Freiza." Vegeta snorted but didn't argue.

They entered the Freiza's Throne Room. Vegeta wrinkled his nose in disgust, but approached Freiza's throne.

"Vegeta, how nice of you to join us." Vegeta looked up into Freiza's feminine smirk. Memories of yesterday came flooding through his head. He gulped back tears at the thought of his tail, and then glared murderously at Freiza. Freiza laughed hollowly. "Loss of your tail still bothering you a bit, Vegeta?" Zarbon snickered from his place on the right of Freiza. "Well, Vegeta. Aren't you going to address me properly?"

"Get lost, Freiza."

"My, my. We shall definitely have to change your attitude. Maybe a good, severe, beating is in order. What do you think, Zarbon?" The man raised a green eyebrow.

"I think, Milord, that you should beat the living crap out of him."

"Then that I shall do Zarbon. I like the way you mind works." He petted Zarbon on the head, as if praising a dog. Zarbon glowed with pride. Vegeta turned away, feeling nauseous. "What's wrong Vegeta? Don't like the open display of affection? Or are you sad that you're missing out?" Vegeta turned back to Freiza, a look of pure disgust on his face. "Hmmm, I'd say it's the first one. You will learn in time, Vegeta, that people openly display their affection here. And I'm sure you will, too." He kissed Zarbon on the lips.

"Oh my Kami I think I'm going to be sick," Vegeta whispered weakly. Freiza didn't hear him, but continued his ministrations with Zarbon. When they finally stopped, Vegeta was finding it hard to swallow the bile that was threatening to come up.

"Now, Vegeta. I think it's time you learnt to respect your superiors." He fired a blast at Vegeta that knocked him into the wall. He picked himself up, glaring. At least Freiza didn't have his tail to toy with now. Vegeta knew he was no match for Freiza, but Kami help him if he thought Vegeta was just going to stand there and accept the beatings, the way he had done with his father. He threw ki balls back at Freiza. He watched in shock as the smoke cleared and Freiza was left unscathed. "My turn now, Vegeta," he smirked evilly. Vegeta's face was set in stone. He not so much as blinked, as Freiza powered up. All of a sudden, he stopped. And his white aura disappeared. "Vegeta come here," Freiza demanded. Vegeta stood froward boldly. "If there is one thing that you will learn on this ship, it is that emotions are weak. Love, caring for anyone but yourself, will only brig you death and failure. If I EVER catch you falling in love with anyone but me," Vegeta choked, "I will kill you personally. Emotions will be your downfall, Vegeta. Mark my words." He stood closer to Vegeta, wrapping his tail around the Saiyans leg. Vegeta threw him off, looking repulsed. Freiza glared at being rejected and knocked Vegeta to the ground with his tail. He lifted his leg and placed it on Vegeta's right arm. Ever so slowly, he put pressure on it and Vegeta winced with immense pain, as several of the bones snapped. Freiza lifted his leg and looked at Vegeta lying on the ground, mouth clenched in pain.

"Zarbon, take this piece of trash back to its room. Make sure he doesn't go near the Rejuvenation Tanks. Vegeta when will you learn? I am far your superior, and you will never succeed in defeating me. We have yet to have a morning of training, where you don't end up in need of the Rejuvenation Tanks. Be a good boy, and show us what you're made of. Tomorrow, I expect you here and I expect you to spar, not just let me beat the living shit out of you." He laughed as Zarbon walked the length of the room and threw Vegeta out the door. Vegeta heard Freiza laughing the whole way to his quarters.

"Lord Freiza expects you for dinner, and IF you go near the Rejuvenation Tanks he will break all your limbs!" Zarbon laughed as he slammed the door. Vegeta collapsed onto the couch, wondering how the hell his life, that had been so good a week ago, had come to this.

*

King Vegeta rolled over to look at his new mate. He smirked when he saw she was asleep. After a night with him, most women were. He sighed, wondering how long it would be before she got on his nerves and killed her. Vegeta's mum had only lasted until Vegeta was a few weeks old. He'd probably let this one live a bit longer, in case something happened to the brat. He couldn't really be bothered finding a new mate. It was too much hassle.

He would have to take her to the doctor later that day to see for sure if she was with child. He had tried his hardest, and she had been much more satisfying than anything he'd had from the harem. Apart from Vegeta's mum. She had been his best and he doubted anything would change that. Pity she had to be so stubborn. She would have made the perfect queen. Sadly though, he had been forced to kill her because she was becoming dangerous. Opposing him and without a doubt, she would certainly have turned his son against him.

Vegeta. He was very much like his mother. The same stubbornness, possessive instincts, same defiance. Basically all the same traits that would eventually get him killed, just like his mother.

King Vegeta looked back at his mate. Last night, his instincts had kicked in and he'd nearly bitten her. It had been hard to stop himself, but he knew that for the good of his kingdom, he couldn't bond. Especially since he was going to kill her anyway. She was truly beautiful. However, King Vegeta still hoped his son would inherit HIS looks. Like Vegeta had.

How wrong can one man be.

*

Next Chapter: Poor Gohan `~ _~` oh well. I'm going to jump ahead to when Vegeta is 18 human years, making Goku and Bulma are lets say (this is wrong but it's easier) 17 OK? That doesn't work, but it won't work if they're 15 and 18 either OK?) They're in high school, and yeah. You'll find out what happens on the purging mission though, that's all the next chapter's going to be about. That and the arrival of the King's *son *

Author's Note: This would have to be my WORST chapter yet, so I don't blame you if no one reviews *sigh * I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm having a block when it comes to this story. It didn't flow and was kinda strange. Please forgive? I won't do another like this, I promise. Oh well, Happy New Years! Make some good resolutions. Mine are to have at least one of my three fanfics finished *sigh * as if THAT'S ever gunna happen.

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