Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Dragon Ball universe. That privilege belongs to Akira Toriyama.

Disclaimer 2: I do not own the videos this story was inspired by those privileges belong to Rising Fist and Prince Vegeta

AN: I am using Japanese as the Celestial language and Zulu as Saiyan. Full definitions will be at the end.

I hope you enjoy this story I thought of it while I was cooking last night. I had spent about two days getting caught up on the last year's worth of Prince Vegeta videos on Youtube and I came across the one Vegeta Reacts To Vegeta & Bulma's FINAL Moments. It has inspired this story. I don't comment on his videos often and I have a rather inactive youtube profile but I was super excited to be one of the subscribers that got him to one million. Seriously, less than twenty-four hours before he posted his video about hitting 1 mill I had finally hit the subscribe button, then I woke up to his video. The dude makes me bust my gut when he has them google themselves.

After constant deliberation with myself about this story over the past week, I am happy to say that I have decided on my genre. When it is updated I will reveal that too. I'm really excited about this story and while I don't want to reveal too much but it will kinda be a crossover.

Prologue: Destruction and Despair

Above the celestials that serve the gods, and even above the Omni King, are the Omni Celestials. Mothers of celestials and creators of the omniverse. These beings possess power beyond imagining, and are responsible for appointing the Omni King. as they are responsible for all life they wield ultimate control over time and space. If the Omni King begins to behave with malice and starts to destroy his universes they have the power to remove him and restore order to the omniverse. Every few million years they like to interfere with the life of a mortal and a god, to intertwine their fates. After 999,999 years they have chosen a god to be involved in their scheme, one that came reluctantly into his position and lost much with his choice, more than he knew.

Vegeta Yon-sei, Last Prince of the Sayains, God of Destruction of the Seventh Universe.

He'd heard the title an infinite number of times by now.

Gripping Whis's shoulder he nodded to the Grand Kia as the entire scene vanished into the white rainbows of celestial hyper-space. His job was now complete and they began their return home.

Home, was a bit of a reach, the planet where Beerus used to live, the one Vegeta now inhabited, was a morphagraphical planet. Making it temporary at best. The instant the Saiyan Prince had taken over the position of God of Destruction, to save his wife, son, and universe, this planet had transformed into an exact replica of Vegeta, in miniature. He would've preferred Earth but...

"That isn't the way things woooOOOooork…"

Or at least that was what Whis always told him when he complained, and he complained a lot in the beginning. His new home was dark, it smelled, his bed was cold, his house empty and silent. The planet was too quiet, too uninhabited. All his complaints were simply the Saiyan's way of saying he was lonely and missed his family… his Bulma.

He had been allowed to visit his home earlier on, but apparently, God's were bound to their planets, and those planets had to be within the inner-rim region of the universe; over one-hundred-million times farther from Earth than Vegetasie used to be. As a god, he had to return to his planet every three days and remain there for twenty-four hours. All his traveling back and forth wore down Whis and that couldn't be allowed, he needed his celestial at peak condition. So Vegeta had to settle with spending his maximum amount of time with his wife once a week, and at times less than that.

Then after his wife died, the Omni king declared she would not be allowed to be reborn, and Vegeta withdrew from all the pleasures of life. Initially, he had gone on a rampage throughout the seventh universe. Destroying every evil race he could find, bringing about an unprecedented era of peace and prosperity. It was during this time when his daughter, Bra, the last piece he had left of Bulma, passed away. Sending the former Prince down a spiral of despair out of which nothing in existence seemed to pull him from.

Even his job as a destroyer was boring. Vegeta could see why Beerus had taken to traveling for food and tasty treats, but for him, food had lost its flavor. The light that had pulled him from the darkness of his first life had been snuffed out and he would not get to see it again until he found a replacement to take his place as God of Destruction. Something that could take him one-hundred million years or more, much, much more.

"Is everything alright my lord?" Whis asked, pulling Vegeta from his thoughts.

"Peachy," Vegeta growled sarcastically, letting his eyes focus on his surroundings while the universe whipped by as they traveled back to his planet.

"Is there anything in particular on your mind, my lord? You have been unusually quiet on this trip." Whis pointed out, although he wasn't expecting Vegeta to open up to him, ever, the two had grown to converse on occasion. A return journey after an act of destruction was typically one of those occasions where Vegeta had something to say.

Vegeta didn't respond, how could he? It was Bulma's birthday, after all, a day he loved and loathed all at once. The fact that he had gone to her party on that fateful day had made her exceedingly happy but then Beerus and Whis had arrived to set in motion the events that landed him in his current position. Nothing he could say would do anything to heal the wounds in his soul. Remaining silent, Vegeta closed his eyes, and let his third mortal life play out like a movie reel through his mind.

Whis sighed, it was the same each year on this day, most of the time they were not traveling and Vegeta would simply spend the day locked away in his room. Ever since Bulma had passed Vegeta had changed. That human female had made the great warrior softer, in a way that made him enjoy life and seek adventure. Whis was beginning to feel like he had traded one tired god of destruction for another, not one still wet behind the ears which Vegeta was. He needed something to liven things up or Grand Zeno may come sniffing around and destroy the universe for it being boring.

It bored him to death! He hated it, this life, this title, the fear that came with it all. No one ever would have guessed that the former planet destroyer would despise the possession he now held. After all, he had, for nearly half of his mortal life, coveted everything he saw around him.

The high cliff they were on was only accessible by the most determined climbers or those that could fly. Below growing densely across the gentle terrain was a forest of giant broadleaf trees and ancient tropical conifers. Birds, reptiles, and flowers of intense and vibrant rainbows moved among the trees. Insects of monstrous proportions crawled along the ground, the land was rich, lush, and alive . Over the horizon was a sea of cerulean waters that was home to creatures of varying shades of blues and purples. The lavender clouds glowed in hues of red and orange during twilight, then hung like eerie blue wisps at night. Vegetasei had not looked like this when he had been a child on his homeworld. The landscape had been barren, only withered skeletons of trees that stood among the shifting dunes of brown and red sand and dust. The sky stained red from the dust that orbited the globe in spirals being formed out of the derby of neighboring planets that had long since been destroyed. The oceans were toxic methane of dense blue liquid gases that held high levels of the red dust giving the currents outlines in purples so dark they at times looked black. The way it was now had originally fascinated him and he wanted to explore every part of it.

With him in his prime for eternity, it wasn't difficult to fathom doing such a thing, but his wife was now elderly and that came with its own set of challenges. He had brought Bulma here with him once, he had wanted to show her this place and discover it with him. Watch her take it all in with completely fresh eyes, but her body couldn't handle the gravity for very long and she could only spend a few hours under the atmosphere in her spacesuit. They tried another way, with her staying in an anti-gravity chamber pod, but Bulma couldn't spend weeks away from Earth. She still had responsibilities to Capsule Corp. and as a grandmother-something Vegeta refused to allow himself to be jealous of, but was bitter toward Grand Zeno and the Celestials for him missing out on-the mad scientist also had her own reservations about being with him. Vegeta, who had eternal youth. Bulma tried not to be bitter or jealous of him for it, after all, he had sacrificed his choice to save her soul. Vegeta saw it as more of a curse than anything, and he reminded her over and over that he didn't care what she looked like on the outside, she was his mate and he wanted no other. Those not-so-little facts had left them both feeling distant and had slowly driven a wedge between he and Bulma, one they never addressed but both felt deep in their souls.

Landing on the new planet Vegeta, Whis stood on the balcony, contemplating how to pull Vegeta from this funk that had lasted nearly a million years. The Destroyer God walked past him into the grand hall of his palace.

"Whis, I am going to rest, wake me in a hundred years," Vegeta grumbled as he walked in the direction of his empty royal bed-chamber.

"Yes my lord," Whis sighed.

Vegeta stopped just inside his room and looked around the space with disgust. He hated this place. Screaming a battle cry, Vegeta took out his anger, hatred, and loneliness on the contents of the room. The Saiyan transformed and began obliterating furniture, smashing windows, tearing down curtains, and finally tore off the ridiculous collar he wore and threw it out a window to watch it disappear into the distance while he heaved in giant breaths of air. Slumping down onto the bed Vegeta cried a few tears into his hands, it didn't matter what he did, what he destroyed, or even if he threw a tantrum like he was now, nothing would fill the void within him. He would spend eternity alone.

This day used to be one of joy for him, one he used to rejoice in celebrating after the party dwindled and he could drag his wife to bed. She always griped about her aging body trying to hide her age from the world, but Vegeta had never cared. Of course, he would love her and make her feel young and beautiful with his body. For him this day used to represent that it was another solar cycle longer; the greatest adventure of his life.

Eventually, Vegeta curled into a ball and fell asleep. The one good thing about being a god was that he was never plagued by another nightmare, but just as he would've preferred Earth as his home, he would've preferred Bulma to keep his nightmares away. Now when Vegeta slept he slept in a sea of stardust, the stardust he had created as a destroyer.

Floating on that sea of dust and light the god suddenly felt himself stop and a hard ground rise up beneath him. Something wasn't right, Vegeta could feel wind on his face, and he furrowed his brow, he shouldn't be able to feel anything in this state. Then a voice came, it sounded like multiple people talking at once.

God of Destruction…

It called out to him and he could make out at least three distinct voices that blended into and through each other.

Prince of Saiyans…

The voice teased his senses, he swore he recognized it but couldn't place the unearthly voice.

Vegeta…

Hearing it speak his name sent shivers raking throughout his entire being, right before his eyes opened. Vegeta found himself staring up into an azure sky with lavender clouds. Sitting up he looked around himself; he was sitting in a field surrounded by dense forests on three sides, a river rushing by the bottom of the hill laid out before him. An enormous silver moon hung in the sky above. Taking a moment to appreciate this new world. The grass he sat in was brilliant violet, the earth below it as red as blood, the trees had bark as black as his hair, with leaves in vibrant cerulean, the river running at the bottom of the hill was filled with indigo hued water, and in the air floated tiny white lights.

Watching the lights as they flitted past him he tipped his head in curiosity. The lights were massing together, forming something in the moonlight. A halo in an all too feminine shape began to form made up of the lights while an abyssal darkness danced like flames around the thin outline. Inside swirled galaxies and nebulas of varying colors. Vegeta blinked several times in an attempt to focus, but the constant wavering of the form made it impossible.

Rise Lord... the voice came from the ethereal figure and Vegeta did as instructed, climbing to his feet.

"Wh-who are you?" he asked the cloud of light and shadows.

You have been a just, and benevolent god... Your protection of your universe has earned you the admiration of the Omni celestials, and we have a gift for you…

Vegeta fell onto his knees and placed his forehead on the ground between his palms pressed flat to the grass. "Forgive my rudeness g-" he hesitated for a fraction of a second, he had not spoken this word since his last night with Bulma. Allowing the feelings attached to the word he spoke it, "goddess. I did not know to whom I spoke. Please be merciful, Oh divine being."

The being giggled a sound of tiny chimes ringing through every molecule.

Rise, you adorable prince... Rise and receive your blessing...

Vegeta got swiftly to his feet and stood at attention to await this supposed blessing it spoke of. Why would they do anything for him? He was a rather lazy god of destruction, only stepping in when the Grand Kia asked him to. He had no agenda other than riding out this existence until he could finally die and be with his family again.

Somewhere across your universe, the soul you yearn for will be reborn...

"W-what? But I thought that-"

The Omni King is not omnipotent, Prince, he has been behaving foolishly since your old comrade Goku, or as you knew him Kakarot, shamelessly insulted his pride on more than one occasion... It was because of his actions that your fate was sealed... While your wife and son had a hand in the cause and effect, it was Goku's lust for the fight that drove him to alter the natural progression of time... We have decided that the Omni king was too harsh in his decision to destroy your wife's soul...

"He what!?" Vegeta hissed a fire burning in his black depths. Grand Zeno had only said he wouldn't permit her to be reborn, not that he was going to erase her soul.

We have taken the pieces and reconstructed that life force, and placed it in an unborn child... If you can find that which you seek we will undo some of the wrath of the Omni King, and return the omniverse to its proper order...

"Some Omni King he has been," the destroyer grumbled. It was Grand Zeno's job to maintain order in the omniverse, not destroy half of it because he threw a tantrum.

We do seek a replacement for him…

Vegeta froze, he did not want to be anything more than he currently was. Even this existence was too much, he yearned for simpler times. Again the sound of chimes surrounded him.

"What will happen if I fail?" The Saiyan asked nervously, in his desperation to change the subject. One never knew when a celestial was reading your thoughts.

Always so concerned with failure… We trust you will not doubt yourself too much, Destroyer...

Vegeta gulped, the being sounded annoyed, the voice sounding more like a typhoon than the ethereal being he had been interacting with thus far. He suddenly feared this divine energy, fear was good, it would fuel his drive.

As a final test of your devotion to this soul... We will give you, little more than two decades to find the one you seek, or their life will be altered in a way that you will not be able to undo... If this happens, and you are too late, Prince, you will have to wait until it is reborn again in another life in another universe and your search will resume on the larger playing field that is the omniverse…

You must locate this being before the light of dawn reaches their eyes on the first day of their twentieth year…

Arise now Destroyer, and search the farthest reaches...

Shaiwase, Vegeta… or should we call you...Konjō...

Vegeta felt like he had been punched in the gut, his body was heavy as the ethereal plain faded into black and blinked out of existence until he was floating in an infinite nothingness. That name he had only heard once before, 'Bulma…' he thought and her voice whispered across his senses.

...Konjō, Umyeni… ...Vegeta, honey, wake up…

Vegeta sat straight up in his bed. Blinking his eyes until the walls around him changed back into the dark walls of his castle. When he had first opened them, he was in his old home, the Capsule Corp mansion in the room he had shared with Bulma. It took him a moment to remember where, and who, he now was. Groaning into his hands Vegeta was startled out of his memories when the curtains rustled.

"Oh, you're awake, my Lord," said Whis from the doorway.

"What the hell are you doing in here Whis? I thought i told you to-'' Vegeta jumped out of bed and went to the window to look at the towering trees outside. "Has it been 100 years already?" he asked nervously. 'What if I missed my opportunity and I now have two decades to search twelve blasted universes?'

"Yes, Lord Vegeta, right on the dot. I trust you slept well?" Whis commented as he walked over to open the curtains to let in more light and stand by Vegeta's side.

"Whis," Vegeta said, still staring into the distance.

"Yes, my Lord?" Whis asked, something seemed different about Vegeta, there was a spark of life inside him again, something Whis had not seen since Vegeta was his pupil.

"Bring Hit to me," Vegeta growled and turned away from the view.

"Hit? My Lord?" the celestial wasn't sure what Vegeta could possibly want with that deceitful bounty hunter.

"Are you questioning my order, Whis?" Vegeta asked with a deadly sneer.

"N-no, my lord," Whis bowed in deference. "Forgive me, I was merely surprised you would ask for him." Shocked beyond belief to be more accurate. "I will retrieve him right away."

"Tch," Vegeta scoffed as Whis disappeared, looking back out to the view he searched the stars for a sign. "I'll find you, wait for me, I am coming..." not willing to say the name allowed he thought it, sending it out to the one that it belonged to, 'Kakumei… Mkami… Engishade naye, ongunaphakade…'

Notes: I hope you liked my prologue, honestly it made me cry, twice... while writing and then I cried again while reading it for editing.

Here are the translations.

Shaiwase... Celestial - Blessings/similar to godspeed.

Konjō... Celestial - The name of Vegeta's soul, means guts and bravery.

Umyeni... Saiyan - My husband

Kakumei… Celestial - The name of Bulma's soul, means revolution.

Umfazi… Saiyan - My wife

Engishade naye, ongunaphakade… Saiyan - My Mate, Eternal