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Chapter 19: The fall of Vegeta

Part 1: the Pauper Prince

The Cell games were a fog in the minds of all involved. It made real life more difficult to see. Most of all was Vegeta. A man who valued himself in his pride could no longer find any in him. His life and his future was a shattered piece of glass. He knew it, everyone could see it, and for the first time in his life, he was helpless…

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and things didn't get any better. Vegeta's obsessive behavior was no longer aimed towards his training, but to his son. By Trunks first birthday, he could already walk, run, and levitate. Vegeta helped teach him how to begin talking, and take up a healthy appetite. Bulma at times became jealous that she never got such attention from anyone, and that she couldn't give it to her own child because Vegeta was already giving it.

Six months after the end of the cell games…

Bulma got out of bed and took a shower. This early in the mourning Vegeta would of already had gotten up and taken care of him. She spent her time mostly on the phone or going over to Chichi's because she was six months pregnant and worried about raising a child that never would know his father. But as she got out of the shower and went looking for her two guys. After about ten minutes of looking, she figured out that she couldn't find them anywhere. She walked into the kitchen, where Vegeta would leave a note usually if he took trunks anywhere, but couldn't find a note. She went to her see her parents, but when they told her that they hadn't of seen them at all that day, she began to worry.

Vegeta was meditating at the falls he usually meditated at as Trunks was swimming around in the shallow waters. Vegeta had spent much of the dawn teaching him how to swim since it was dramatically important when one learned how to fly, to build the muscles and the technique. Trunks was a natural.

It had been months since Vegeta had even considered training. He could feel his powers had decreased dramatically, which had confused him because he knew Saiyan powers decreased when not attended to, but never had he ever heard of it happening in such an extent. But the longer he tried to meditate about it, the harder it was to keep his concentration. Sweat poured from his face, his head throbbed, and his muscles felt as if the were weakening by the second. He didn't feel sick, which confused him the most. Suddenly his concentration broke when he heard a gigantic splash, and a huge fish aiming its opened jaws at his young son. Quickly Vegeta shot out his arm and fired a shot at the fish.

He fell into the water and grabbed Trunks and Bounded out of the water. He looked into the pond and saw the large fish flapping frantically with an incinerated tail. He fell to his knees and stared at his hands "What…" his mind tailed off. He fired quickly and without a bulk of power, but he almost missed, and his ray was far smaller than he intended it to be. He stood to his feet and aimed at a tree across the pool of water. He tried to shoot a blast but to no avail. He tensed his body, gathered his inner energy and tried again. A bright flash zapped at the wooded area, and exploded with a smoky dissatisfaction, as he missed the easy target, and barely knocked down the trees he did hit.

He stared at him self again in great horror…Could his powers be diminishing?

Part 2: The Separations

He grabbed trunks and began to take off, he shot himself back towards his home, but still dissatisfied at his speed, so he used more energy to go. It took him nearly twice as long as it took him to get there to get back. He had trouble keeping a constant speed, and by the time he touched down on the Capsule Corp. grounds, he was exhausted. It was twilight, and Bulma ran faster out of the house than she had ever. She grabbed Trunks from Vegeta and replaced him with a slap on the Face.

"How dare you take my son away from me for a day!" she shouted with anger, "I can't believe you, look at him, he is filthy, and unfed, and not taken care of. You only care about one thing, and that is Goku, you can't stand it. His son became stronger than you so you have to have our son beet him, don't you, your sick. Vegeta…" she began to tear, "Out, go, your not welcome here anymore, I want you to leave. I can raise Trunks; you just forget about him, us, and this whole damn planet and go back to your space pirating ways. I don't want you anymore!"

Vegeta nearly fell back, and when Bulma shouted down her mother who tried to calm her, Vegeta knew it was time to go, and he had no intention of ever coming back. Dr. Briefs helped him in the house to get his things.

"Son," he said to Vegeta, "She'll cool off, I'm sure of it, she is a woman you can…" Vegeta cut him off.

"I can leave, and I am going to. This planet has sucked me dry of everything, of my life."

"When will you come back?"

Vegeta hesitated and looked at him, and then muttered his answer, "I won't."

As he walked into his bathroom to grab his bag of senzu beans he left himself, Dr. Briefs threw a family picture of him, Bulma and trunks into his bag. Vegeta came out and put the bag of beans in his duffle bag and zipped it up. He followed the doctor out to the lab and was given a new space ship. He opened the capsule in the lawn and got in. Before long, he had shot up into space, gone forever, leaving his family, his home…his life.

Part 3: The Truth

It had been nearly three weeks since he shot off into space and was trying again to meditate, but by now, it was worthless, the more he meditated, the weaker he got. He could no longer withstand even 50 times earth's gravity. His stamina was small and depleted quickly. He rested and then put on a suite of armor as he landed on a military instillation of an old Frieza faction that led itself. As he walked out of the ship, a group of armed guards approached him, and aimed there blasters at him. Vegeta turned and turned the ship into a capsule again to protect it, and then turned on the guards. They began firing on him, but he just slapped the tiny energy blasts away as if they were nothing. Even with his depleted powers, this was still child's play. They all suddenly stopped and bowed at the entrance way of the building. A tall purple man, with black horns that came out from either side of his head walked out.

"Captain Ginyu?" Vegeta exclaimed.

"No, General Garin Ginyu, His older brother. And you are Vegeta, well, I don't believe in a god, but now I must be wondering because my answers have been answered. Is it you that I can account for my brothers death? If you are any man of honor, you'd be honest."

"Ha, your brothers not dead, not one ribbit," he said with the first laugh he had given in months.

"And what might you mean by that?"

"Well, let us just say that I am partly responsible for a change body's technique to be used where a frog was involved," he said with a cool smirk. "He is back at my home…my old home with a bunch of animals trying to start a revolution, but it always fails."

"Ha! I knew that would end up badly, he was so immature with that technique, he used to change bodies with teachers and then make them run a around the school naked. He was a weird one. But now to get serious, I still have to kill you; you know this, even if you made me laugh."

"You can Try, but I can't remember the last I saw a weakling defeat a super Saiyan."

All of the men gasped around him, "Shush men, he is bluffing, if this Vegeta is anything like any other saiyans that I have killed, they all think that they are a super Saiyan." He touched the button on his energy reader and checked Vegeta's fighting level. "Why, I only read him a hundred, I am sure it is much higher than that, but I don't think it could be much."

"We'll see." Vegeta tensed his whole body and tried to transform. He could feel his hair and eyes tingle with the feeling of the transformation, but finally, he ran out of breath and stopped his attempt. He had lost the ability to transform. He tried again by raising his power to as High as he could get it, and tried it that way, but he ran into a wall that pushed back harder the harder Vegeta pushed on it.

"Super Saiyan…I think not, I only read you at…750,000 admirable, but no super Saiyan. Now, I will kill you and add your head to my collection. I think it will look nice with all of my other saiyans. You see, Since Frieza has been gone, we are no longer restricted to power, and we can become as powerful as possible, and as you'll see, 750,000 is nothing now a days."

Vegeta didn't pay attention to what he was saying; he couldn't understand that his powers couldn't even reach a million. But before he could think about it any longer, this explosive feeling smashed in the side of his face as the hand of Ginyu punched his cheek. He fell to the ground a hundred feet away, and had trouble getting up, but before long, he was on the defensive, blocking an onslaught of punches and kicks and blasts that were coming almost to fast for him to see. It quickly became apparent that he was in a fight for his life. But then the lights went out as a swift and powerful kick clobbered his face, and the space platform no longer held him, as he began to descend into space.

The gravity of the molten planet below grabbed him, and he began to awaken when he felt a burning sensation around his body, as he entered the atmosphere. He couldn't find the strength to regain control as he kept going faster and faster towards the planet. The heat left him, and there was a smoky smell in the air. The clouds pounded on his back, but didn't slow him as he blasted through them going faster than he could stop. He could feel the heat behind him get more rapidly intense, and he could feel the gravity pull him more and more. As he tried to muster the strength to stop him, he felt an explosion encompass his body and it went black.