The Fate of Vegeta

Chapter 3

Rasanay was swirling in a white void of pain and memeories... She saw a cone-haired

Saiyan in Saiyan armour. He held a ki blast above his head. He laughed... laughed,

and blew up a planet.

But are these my memories? Rasanay asked herself. Could it be... Trunk's

father blew up the planet my mother first came to? Would that make

these... her memories? Or did that old coot Vantaj have his facts mixed up?

But then, if my Mom died in chilbirth, how did I get to planet Vorna? I'm so

confused! Tears filled Rasanay's eyes, and suddenly, she was awake.

Without opening her eyes, she tried to desern where she was. In a bed, that was for

certain. She heard a steady beeping sound, and a woman's voice. Bulma? "Good, her

heart rate and brainwaves have returned to normal... now we just have to wait

for her to wake up."

She sensed a head hovering over her. She snapped her eyes open, then squinted

as painful light filtered through her eyelashes. She saw a purple strand of hair.

It dangled down near her nose, rocking back and forth in time to her breathing.

Suddenly, the purple strand disappeared, and she looked up to find Trunks

it behind an ear. "You all right?" he asked, smiling.

Another head apeared, along with bluish-green hair. "You gave us all quite a scare."

Bulma grinned. "And Vegeta was yelling at us all the way here, wanting to know

what the hell was going on."

"Where... is... here?" Rasanay asked slowly.

"The medical wing in Capsule Corp.," Bulma replied. "You were in critical condition for a while."

"Why didn't you... take me to a hospital?" Rasanay asked suspiciously. She still

wasn't sure about this family. They were way to nice for their own good. They

had to want something.

"The technology here is much more advanced than at a normal hospital; you would get

better faster here," Bulma replied, promptly enough.

"Oh yeah...," Rasanay said. "I've heard about this place." She proceeded to look around

the room and all the queer medical machines. Her eyes stopped in their tracks as she

spotted Vegeta leaning against the wall behind Trunks, arms crossed, as usual.

"Well," Vegeta said in his normal Vegeta fasion. "I hope you aren't going to faint on

sight, like last time. My face to scary?" Trunks and Bulma stared at him.

Did he just make... a joke?

Rasanay managed a weak smile as the migrane returned, harder than ever. "Oh, that was

majorly funny. Well, I guess you can't be all-powerful and a hunk, too, but you still

shouldn't dis yourself."

"How did you know I was all powerful?" Vegeta asked arrogantly. Just then Bra walked

into the room. "But Daddy," she said, "you aren't all powerful. Mr. Goku is."

"Quiet, child!" Vegeta snapped as Bulma and Trunks snorted with laughter. "I'm just

telling it as it is, Daddy," Bra said cutely, and walked over to Rasanay's bed, unaware

that Vegeta's face was going red with anger. "Hi, Rasanay-chan!" Vegeta snorted.

"Do you immediatly count all strangers as your friend, girl?" "Well, Daddy," Bra replied,

turning around to face him. "Trunks and Goten do, or they wouldn't have saved her butt.

So why can't I?"

"Hey!" Rasanay exclaimed indignantly. "I didn't need there help! They just offered it! I

would have blasted those aliens to hell!"

"So you were killing aliens," Vegeta said, rounding on Trunks. "Now, since everyone else

seems to know what the hell is going on, I would too!" "Uhhh..."

"You," Vegeta said, pointing a gloved finger at Rasanay's face. "You, kid. You're going

to tell me exactly what is going on, why aliens were chasing you, and what you want!"

Bulma had had enough. "Vegeta! Leave her alone, she's been through enough already!

She just woke up! Let her be for now, alright? "No, that is not alright, woman! I want

to know!"

"You guys, calm down!" Rasanay interupted. She had decided to out with it.

"Look, I really apreceate your help and all," she started, looking at Trunks and Bulma.

"But you guys really weirded me out. I was sure you wanted something. That's

how it was in my past. Everybody always wanted something, and everybody was

nice to me until they got it. Even Vantaj, but he died first. King Cekor wanted

service, Morkof wanted my power, the list goes on." She chuckled. "But now that

I've met - your name is Vegeta, right? - yeah, okay, Vegeta, I know that you really

don't want anything. Vegeta is the dark side to your family coin!" Rasanay

laughed.

"Well, now that you told us that lovely little speech," Vegeta said grumpily. "Would

you mind explaining yourself?"

"Ummm... well..."

"Don't tell me you don't know whats going on, either!" Vegeta exploded.

"To a certain extent, no," Rasanay replied carefully. She knew she was treading

on dangerous ground. She was a stranger, and Vegeta had had no problem killing

agravating strangers in the past, that she knew all to well. "I have what you might

call amnesia, so I don't know much about my life before six. This is what the

person who raised me, Vantaj, told me. Oh, by the way," she added "Don't be

surprised when I tell you I'm half Saiyan."

"WHAT!" Vegeta yelled. It seemed like the roof jumped.

"I'm half Saiyan," Rasanay repeated, s she had done in Bulma's car, but this time

she was also rubbing her ears. "And before you start to rant, please, just listen to

me." So she told Vegeta what her past mentor had told her; about her father

meeting her mother, the planet being destroyed, planet Bornaj being destroyed,

and, finally, her mom dying in childbirth, leaving Rasanay alone in the galaxy,

running from King Cekor.

Even Vegeta was left a tad speechless, but this time, Rasanay wasn't done.

"But, now that I know that I've seen you somewhere before, Vegeta, I think Vantaj

was either lying to me, or got his facts mixed up. Did you destroy a planet called

Bornaj, Vegeta?"

"What? I-" Vegeta began.

Bulma looked at him severely.

"Freeza - did send me to destroy that planet, yes. And, I did as he commanded,

yes. So, yeah, I did destroy that planet." Vegeta paused. "Uhh... I know it probably

won't be enough, but... urn, sorry?"

Rasanay smiled. She was actually kind of amazed that Vegeta looked so

uncomfortable. "It's alright. I think you just might be one of the keys to my past."

Vegeta looked a bit relieved.

Rasanay looked up at Bulma. "Uhhh... could I get out of this bed? I'm starting to

feel like a guinea pig."

Bulma looked surprised. "A test animal? You? Never."

Rasanay smiled. "Of course not. Its a good thing you didn't take me to a hospital. I

would have been running around like a crazed animal trying to get out by now."

"That," Vegeta said. "Reminds me of Goku when you get near him with a needle."

They all laughed. "Here," Bulma said. "Let me help you with these wires." She

pulled a few wires of of Rasanay's head, and one more off of her neck.

"Ahh," Rasanay sighed. "That's much better." She rubbed her heck, and was just

about to sit up when she realized she had no clothes on under the blanket. "Urn,

could I have my clothes back?" she asked, blushing crimson.

Trunks laughed again. "Sorry, Rasanay. Mom burned them. Exactly how long

have you been running from that king of yours? Four years?"

"Hey, I'm not a total slob. I bought those clothes, well, sort of recently." Rasanay

blushed deeper.

"Eeeww," Trunks said, pinching his nose.

"I'm going to have to borrow somebody's clothes until I can but some of my own,"

Rasanay said reasonably, getting over her embarassment. She eyed Vegeta. "I

would ask you, we're about the same size - Bra told me - but you'd probably say

no."

Bra, who had been silent until then, started whistleing innocently. "Damn right I

would," Vegeta replied, starring daggers at his daughter.

Trunks finally volunteered. "You can have some of my old clothes. They might fit

you."

Rasanay looked relieved. "Thanks, Trunks. I thought I'd have to sneak into your

father's room while he was sleeping and steal some clothes."

Vegeta stared at her furiously. "Like hell you would," he replied venemously, and

stalked out of the room. Trunks followed to go fishing around in his closet for some

old clothes.

Bulma looked at her purposefully. "Before you put anymore clothes on, you are

going to back a shower."

Rasanay turned red again.

Bulma stood up. "Hold on a sec, I'll get you one of my robes." She walked out of

the room. She was back in a flash, carrying a white silk robe. She tossed it to

Rasanay.

"Thanks," she said.

"No problem," Bulma replied. On her way out she called.'The bathroom is the

second to the left, next to the stairs."

Rasanay put on the robe and walked out of the room, following Bulma's directions.

She was just stepping into the shower when Trunk's voice came from behind her.

"Oh!" she souted, and spun around. No one was there. "What?" she asked,

confused.

"Rasanay," Trunks said, obviously amused. "I'm on the intercom."

"Oh," she said again.

"I have your clothes for you. Their in the medical room."

"Thanks."

Rasanay stepped out od the shower a few minutes later, refreshed. She dried

herself off and put the robe back on. She walked into the medical room and stared

at the heap of wrinkled clothes on the bad. She sighed and went about picking

what she would wear.

She collided into Trunks about five minutes later going down the stairs, wearing

baggy cargoe jeans and a grey Tshirt. "Hi," Trunks said. "It's time for dinner."

"Already? Okay, I'm starved."

"Even half Saiyans eat like pigs."

"I bet I can shovel more in then you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, we'll just see about that."

They raced each other down the stairs, Trunks knowing he could beat her easily,

but not wanting to. They both crashed into theeir seats in record time. "Your late,"

Vegeta commented."

"So?" Trunks said, and they all inhaled as much food as possible.

Rasanay sat back in her chair, tipping it on its back legs, rubbing her stomach.

"Oooh... that's the closest to full I've ever been."

"You're not full?" Trunks asked, amazed.

Rasanay eyed him. "And you aren't?"

"Well, no, I'm not," he admitted. "But you ate twice as much as Dad and me put

together!"

"I'm not sure that's possible," she said wryly. "But I was starving. I haven't eaten

since... last night, I think. The day before the aliens attacked and I met you."

"Don't worry," Trunks laughed. "It's still the same day. You weren't out that long."

"You can sleep in the spare bedroom, Rasanay", Bulma said. "I'll get it ready for

you before I do the dishes. ChiChi and I were doing shopping the day after

tomorrow. You can come with us to get some new clothes."

"Okay," Rasanay said. "But I should warn you... I may not look like it, but I'm a

shoppoholic, and I don't have much money on me."

Bulma smiled. "Don't worry, you should see me when there's a sale. I go nuts. And

I have planty of money to get you a few things."

Vegeta looked like he was about to object, but thought better of it. And Bulma was

looking hard at him."Fine," he said casually, and left the table.

They all went off to bed.

The next day Rasanay woke to yells and explosions. She glanced over at the

clock. "7:34," she groaned. "I was going to sleep in. Ugh."

She swun her legs over and went to take a shower. She grabbed some of her

loaned clothes on the way.

Fifteen minutes later she walked down to the kitchen and fixed a bowl of cereal for

herself. She was wearing baggy white pants with a green belt and a green tank

top. She didn't bother with shoes. Once she was finished eating she went outside

to see what all the noise was about.

She saw Trunks and Vegeta sparring in the big glass dome she had seen when

she was first introduced to the Breif residence. There were cracks in the glass

here and there, which was amazing, considering the walls were five feet thick.

Some spots looked a tad melted, too, as if hit by a sizeable ki blast. Ironically,

there was a thin strip of flower bed running around it, containing tulips and

dafodils. She guessed immediately who had made this fighting arena.

She sat on the wooden bench facing the dome for a while, studying the fighter's

techniques. Then she walked up to the door, the one metal fixture on the dome,

and entered. The sounds of fighting became louder.

Trunks was right in front of her, and Vegeta was right in front of him. Vegeta fired

off a huge ki blast, which Trunks dodged. Which left Rasanay. Vegeta saw her too

late to avert the blast. Rasanay used the one moment she had to mentally prepare

herself, and then, just before the blast connected, she crossed her arms and

began powering up her ki. The blast bounced right of her new ki sheild and shot

off in a different direction. Rasanay decided to give that event a final twist. Vegeta

was aiming towards Trunks, so... She mentally directed the blast of ki towards

Trunks, who dodged it again, surprised. The troublesome blast hit the glass wall,

and melted about a foot of it.

Vegeta was looking at her strangely. Trunks spoke first. "Nice deflection," he

commented. "But which one of you directed it back to me?"

"It wasn't me," Vegeta said, shaking his head. He smiled at Rasanay, even though

it looked more like a smirk. "It was a good move though."

Trunks smiled too. "You should be happy with that. Dad rarely compliments

anyone."

"Obviously," Rasanay replied. Vegeta cocked an annoyed eyebrow at her. "I was

just wondering if I could spar with you guys."

"If Dad says its okay," Trunks replied, looking at his father.

"Fine," Vegeta said. "You spar with Trunks first. When I think your ready, you can

spar with me." He paused. "Knowing your pst, you probably have a few tricks up

your sleeve."

"More than a few," Rasanay answered, and the fighting commenced.

Rasanay blasted off into the air and fired a kick at Trunks, which he nimbly

dodged. They then commenced firing rapid punches and kickes at one another,

both landing a few, but not many, each seeking for an opening. Vegeta giving a

few tips as well as a bit of scorn to Rasanay, but a bit to his son as well. "Come

on, Rasanay, you can hit harder than that! He's weaker on his left!" To

Trunks,"Don't take her for granted, boy! She's quick!"

This lasted for a about two hours, then Vegeta called a break. "That's enough! A

quick break, then the gravity room!"

As the two friends floated downwards, they talked. "Do you always get up this

early to train?"

"No, but we were both already up, and if this King Cekor is after you, he's probably

going to come here eventually. We need to be ready when that happens. Dad and

I are going to go warn everybody after we're finished training today.

"Mmm..." Rasanay mumbled. "I'm sorry I dragged you all into this. Maybe I should

just leave."

"No way!" Trunks said.

Rasanay looked at him, surprised.

"Where would you go, anyway?" he asked, fumbling for an excuse for her to stay.

"Well, I've always been alone. I can go on and continue running around the

galaxy, like I did before. It wouldn't be that hard." That was a lie, and she knew it.

She was growing quite attatched to this family. Cute little Bra, Bulma's fussing,

she was even starting to look up to Vegeta and his surly ways. But she would miss

Trunks the most. He had really been a friend to her, the whole way through, even

when they didn't know each other's names. He jumped right into the mess and got

stuck up to his neck, but he kept on slogging away. Rasanay smiled at the picture

that formed in her mind.

Trunks put a friendly arm around her shoulders. "Wouldn't you rather stay here,

though? Maybe have a final confrontation with that king of yours? Besides, you

yourself said that Father might help you remember your past? And...," he paused.

"This might seem a bit asuming of me, seeing as we've only known each other for

two days, but you would miss us, too, wouldn't you?"

"l-l could come back to visit," she said haltingly. "That wouldn't hurt." She had

never been so unwilling to leave a place before, so why was she resisting?

Routine? Instinct? Protectiveness, maybe?"

"It would hurt more than you just staying with us," Trunks said sternly. They had

reached Trunks' father, and, both unwilling to continue this slightly sentimental

conversation under his nose, shut up. Vegeta still eyed them as Trunks slid his

arm off of Rasanay's shoulders to take the waterbottle Vegeta was holding.

As Rasanay and Trunks took turns with the water, Vegeta turned to Rasanay.

"You fight better than I predicted. Did you have some sort of teacher, or did you

learn all that by trial and error?"

"Second choice," Rasanay answered, tossing the waterbottle back to Trunks, to

annoy her, he guzzled the rest of in down, and sat with a contented sigh.

With a yelp of fury she was upon him, giving him the hardest noogie he ever had.

"Ow!" he yelled. "Ow! Stop that!" He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her

over him. She landed with a thump and rolled. Around and around they rolled,

wrestling eachother furiously. Vegeta watched, hardly amused.

Soon he had had enough of their childish behavior. "Enough!" he snapped. They

froze immediatly, both looking at him. What he saw almost made him smile,

however. Rasanay was kneeling onthe much bigger Trunks' chest, one hand on

his throat and another raised in a fist. But what was funniest was a green leaf,

sticking strait up in Rasanay's hair, as if to say,' Ha! I beat you all! Now who's

King of the Sandpile!"

Vegeta maintained his angry look, however, and glared at them both. "Get up!" he

ordered. They got up. "Gravity chambers!" They marched towards the house,

Rasanay following Trunks, because, in truth, she had no idea where the gravity

chambers were. "Trunks!" Vegeta growled. "You're starting at 125 times Earth

gravity. Rasanay, three times Earth gravity."

"Umm, Vegeta?" Rasanay asked as Trunks stepped into the fist chamber. "I've

been on a planet thats five times Earth gravity."

"Fine, then," Vegeta replied, calmly enough. "You'll start at seven times. Come on,

I'll show you how to work the gravity machine." He stalked into the second room.

After he had showed her, he said,"You will be fighting robots.

After you beat them, turn it up to 10 times Earth gravity."

Rasanay nodded and turned up the gravity as Vegeta closed the door. Her jaw

clenched slightly as the gravity dropped down on her, but other than that, there

was no outward sign. She started with some light stretches, easing the muscles in

her legs and arms and neck. Then five robots swarmed out of a door that

slammed shut behind them. They circled her carefully as she crouched into a

defensive pose. Suddenly one fired a beam of light at her from its visor-like eyes.

She dodged it and fired a ki blast at one of them. It bounced of some kind of force

feild. "I see... she murmered. "Well, if that's the way you want to play it..."

She faked towards one of the robots, then jumped up and hit another with a

roundhouse kick, which took off it's head. "One down, four to go," she muttered,

eyeing the robots distastefully as they surrounded her once again.