Chapter Summary: Vegeta is a mess and always has been, thinking that nothing will ever change him. That is until he was bleeding out in some human's backyard and now, he has to reevaluate his life.

I guess I just must be a daredevil/I don't feel anything until I smash it up/And don't let me ruin me/I may need a chaperone/

The bright sun burned on pale skin as Vegeta walked through the back of human suburbs because somehow, he knew he deserved this.

He wouldn't deny it of course, Vegeta wasn't a good person. His gash wound was a pretty good indicator of that in his book, it still burned even with the stitching, but it was surprisingly done well.

Thanks, by the way, human.

How he got there was his fault as usual but before he could get to that, he had to start from the beginning. The story wasn't long, and he was already brooding about his damaged pride was, so might as well.

~WGBITN~

Vegeta was a werewolf, a pretty good one if you ask him. A werewolf prince to be exact and for most of his life, he has been 'working' under a witch named Frieza since he was five years old and as mid-thirty-year-old, it didn't sit right with him.

Now that sounds strange, right? Why would a prince work for anyone? Who would dare put a prince under ball and chain?

Well he blamed his father, who sold him to the witch to save their race. From what he was told, it was way to keep them safe; well newsflash, the witch who threatens your entire race shouldn't be believed because guess what happened after the witch got what he wanted? He killed their entire race, go figure!

Vegeta is still bitter about that but at least he wasn't alone. Thankfully, Nappa who was assigned by his father to be his guardian had survived. And Raditz, a lower-class werewolf was survived the slaughter due to his parents' quick thinking. So yeah, not alone. That still didn't make up for the fact that they were a dead race. It didn't make up for the fact that no longer was there anyone else, it was just them, alone as ever.

If you ask how Vegeta acted after the death of his people, a mess was an understatement. Despite being a child, he reacted poorly (as expected) and even with age, he didn't really change. He was a disaster of a person, didn't know how to communicate and was known not to make the best decisions, him being in the woods right now proved it.

He had a mouth on him, calling it blunt didn't do it justice and it has gotten them (the pack included) in trouble not just with Frieza but with other subordinates. Frieza didn't care that much and as long as no one killed each other, he was fine with it.

Really shouldn't be because Vegeta would start a fight out of boredom and he had the actions to back it up as well. Oh, the Ginyu Force loved him. Those ass kissers deserved to be bullied, Vegeta would see to it.

Anyway, for the next three decades, Vegeta and his pack were forced to do whatever Frieza wanted them to do. Colonizing, killing, fucking gardening, whatever the lord wanted, he got. So yeah, like Vegeta said, he wasn't a good person, actually you could call him evil since the shoe did fit. But that didn't mean the werewolf wanted to be this way.

He and the people he hurt had a lot more in common than they think, they all despised the witch.

Fun fact, ever since he was a child, he wanted to kill Frieza. He had a laundry list for doing so but being treated like a pet by the person who made him an orphan was about a top five reason. More important, he wanted his freedom. Well, he more so wanted to be reckless without having someone breathing down his neck.

He liked putting himself in danger, where's the fun in being safe. They were werewolves, almost nothing could hurt him, hell sliver only hurts when it was in their heads or near vital organs, so why shouldn't he be reckless! Well, Vegeta thought it was fun, Raditz and Nappa don't, bad sports they were.

Raditz definitely didn't like it because he felt obligated to help his 'stupid ass' not die, Vegeta doesn't believe that and would smile at him—telling him not to worry and stay pretty. That gets him huffing in return and ranting for the next few minutes. He looked cute when he did it. They were worried for nothing!

While his pack didn't see it that way, he still what he wanted to do and that may have gotten in problem more than usual. Being loudmouth jackass, despite what Vegeta said, had its downsides. One of them was someone wanting to kill the prince more than usual.

This also became a problem when Vegeta got drunk like a sailor and his mouth became even more heinous to deal with. The prince also like to fight more when he got some liquid courage inside of him, god's mistake if you asked.

In a turn of events, he got into a fight with someone at the bar. This person was also from a village he was ordered to rampage by Frieza. The guy remembered him as he was ripping his home apart and he was pretty pissed, even more great, the guy had friends too. They were also from the same village as well, just his luck!

Vegeta can admit that he had gotten a bit cocky by taking on all them with enough alcohol in his system to make a daily drunk feel embarrassed. Sure, he did do a number on them, but he got hit bad by a sliver knife, which by the way, wouldn't heal. Word of caution, if a werewolf is hit with sliver and it gets stuck inside of them, the wound will not seal correctly. Besides that, it hurt like shit and doubled him over, which as a result, made him vulnerable to get an ass beating that rivaled one of Frieza's punishment.

This is what happens when he goes to a bar alone without his pack and trust him, it would be the last time.

After he got the shit beat out him, the men dumped him in the woods, probably hoping that he would die like some scum. Well what they should have known, is that Vegeta was a stubborn bastard. He should have been dead years ago, but he just kept coming and coming, it was what he was known for.

Once he was sure they left, he got up to his feet and staggered off to find his way back to the pack. He got lost because, loosing a lot of blood made him delirious. His smelling was a bit off because of the definite concussion he had now but stubborn as an ox, he walked through the endless woods. When he thought he found something when he smelt something familiar, so he thought it was something that could help him.

He remembered looking up to see the moon high and bright in the sky, hoping that it'll give him some luck because he really needed it right now.

Imagine his shock when he just found himself at this human's backyard, God he must have been fucked up if his nose got him this far away. When he tried to turn to go back into the woods, his body wouldn't move, like he shouldn't move.

Then the world started spinning and he fell to the ground, the blood lost finally becoming to much. As he laid there, it felt like this was the end, that he was finally biting the bullet. Vegeta never thought that this will be how he ended, his father would probably be disappointed in him, the spineless bastard.

Everything went black.

~WGBITN~

When he came to, he was staring at a white ceiling instead of the endless night sky and realized something was up.

One, he was alive, when he should have been dead. Two, his chest hurt way less then it did a few hours ago. And three, that divine smell was still here. But more importantly, how the fuck was he alive? He sat up slowly and looked around the room to see that he wasn't in the woods anymore but in a house.

Wait, was this the house he stumbled to when he got lost? How did this person know he was back there, Vegeta didn't remember seeing lights on and it was the dead of night, who could have heard him?

How the hell? Vegeta stood up, wincing as his chest ached at the movement, scanning around the room. His eyes met with a picture on the wall of a small man with short black hair holding little girl swaddled in a blanket, both looking so happy.

This must be who lives here…he's kind of cute. He was going to blame the concussion but before he could look more, he heard the bedroom door open. Needing a place to hide, he went behind the couch, where he watched the man from the picture walk out into the room. He was wearing a shirt and shorts, he seemed to be brushing his hair but when he stopped at the couch, the man dropped it.

Vegeta took his cue and came from his hiding spot.

He slammed the human against the near wall and covered his mouth so that he wouldn't scream. He didn't need anyone to hear him, so he leaned into his ear and told him, "Don't move or I'll fucking kill you."

The human got the message, and he removed his hand from his mouth and holy shit this guy was cute. He never thought that he would find someone without a nose attractive but here he was, however, that was not important.

He used his claws to feel around for any weapons on the human and he kind of got lost in feeling him. Were humans usually this muscular? He only fucked one of them in his life and he could barely remember how them because Vegeta drunk out of his mind, though he was sure pretty sure it was a woman.

Nevertheless, his hand trailed down to chest and that's when he heard a gasp from the human, he growled at him to shut him up. God did fear look good on humans, especially when they looked like this guy.

When he didn't find anything, he grabbed the human by hips and pushed him against his chest. He started sniffing him and wow, did he smell good. So that was he was smelling the entire time, it nice. Vegeta felt like he could get use to this smell.

Despite that wonderful smell, there was nothing else that could make him a danger to the werewolf, so he let him go. He staggered back over to the couch and fell face first on the cushions. He heard the human move against the wall before the door shut again.

Once he heard the human stopped moving in his room, he got up from the couch again to walk over to the bedroom and was surprised to find the door was left unlock and he slowly opened it. The man was laying on his bed with that shirt being hiked up, showing shorts that covered pale thighs and legs. There was this…feeling in his chest that hit when he saw him.

Maybe it was the realization that he was staring at some random human like a stalker and that sleep was the best thing for him. Vegeta closed the door as quietly as possible before heading back over the couch for the second time in a row.

He laid on his back and stared right back at ceiling, he closed his eyes and as sleep took over him which was peaceful for the first time in his life because he has had a rough night and the couch was actually very comfortable.

The sound of birds chirping woke him because of course they did, damn werewolf hearing. He sat up on the couch and looked outside to see the sun was fully up now, which was the perfect time to leave. His wound wasn't fully healed but the major shards were taken out, so it would probably take only the healing chamber for him to up to full health.

Though, he just wanted to see the human one more time. It was just to see if he was awake, that was it. The human was still asleep, curled into a tight ball when he checked, so yeah, he should leave. He opened the sliding door and walked out into the woods that he came out from.

~WGBITN~

Now looking back at the story, Vegeta can see some benefit of almost dying on some human's backyard. One, he didn't die. Two, he got some great sleep and three, he'd only have to hear Raditz rant about not coming home at a decent time and nearly dying. But still his pack member can still take a chunk out of his ear when he wanted to, it has happened no matter how hungover he became.

As he walked, he suddenly heard music.

I've got some habits
Even I can't explain
Go to the corner
I end up in Spain
Why try to change me now

That was the one thing he loved about humans; they made some great music. This one was very soft, and the feminine voice harmonized well with the piano. If there was a way for him to get lose and be free in a less destructive way, it was to play a good song.

He would always start humming whenever he would hear something liked, hell in a good mood (usually when drunk) he wanted his pack mates to dance with him and only Nappa really took him on his offer. Raditz would just sit and watch them make a fool of themselves but it was fun. He liked seeing the others smile anyway.

Why can't I be more conventional
People talk
People stare
So I try
But can't be
'Cause I can't see
My strange little world
Just go passing me by

He wondered what his pack was up to, while it wasn't his first time being out late, he usually was back by sunrise. Raditz must be looking for him now and knowing his pack member, probably is raising hell as we speak.

It was strange, how their dynamic worked.

Despite Nappa being his guardian, Raditz also acted like a parent to him. Even when they were kids, his pack member would do look after him when Nappa had to go on missions without them. While his guardian hated it, Frieza wanted to keep him close as a kid but Raditz was there at least.

His packmate would make sure he ate, wash up and sleep at a reasonable time. Back then, Vegeta was annoyed by it—the constant mothering but even when he yelled for it to stop, it never did. Raditz still took care of him, never once even listening to the prince's complaints, scoffing to him, 'if someone doesn't do it, who will?'

Back then, Vegeta would have said himself to be an ass but now, he would say no one. Without his pack, no one would care about him because Vegeta wasn't a good person, not even decent. Yet somehow, people stayed with him.

Sometimes, he asked them why they did stay with him and they always said, 'you are our prince, we have to protect you, it's our job to protect you.'

Funny, Vegeta didn't think he had to be protected, didn't think people would want to protect him. And if Vegeta was being honest, they did their job well. Its been done well for about 30 years now and even when the prince didn't want it, the job was still done. Nappa and Raditz felt more like family than his own father every was—Vegeta did miss his little brother however—wherever he was.

He remembered that Raditz had a brother too—his name was Kakarot—it was nice name for a werewolf. His pack mate never knew what happened to him, probably dead just like his mother and father was what he said when it was brought up. He would become distant and quiet after it and Vegeta, even as a child, felt hot rage run through him.

Till the moon's upside down
Don't you remember
I was always your clown
Why try to change me now

Even now he was clenching his fist as the thought because they didn't deserve this—what happened to their people and one day, he will get his revenge for all of them. But today wasn't the day, which he was fine with. Time was on his side, him and Frieza had years before one of them crocked—especially if that old witch had something to say about it. He continued deeper into the woods; all things came to those who wait.

Don't you remember
I was always your clown
Why try to change me
Why try to change me now

Endnotes- I'm enjoying this AU a lot, so I may write Chapter 4 later in the week or so into next week, since Stars' next chapter will be up soon. Anyhow, see y'all next update!