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Same age as before*

Chapter two: And a Queen raise

Days eclipsed and noise rattled throughout the multimillionaire organization, now a temporary home for many. Earth's protectors lay rest within Caspule Corporation giving assistance to the newly parents when needed, raising a Saiyan wasn't easy. ChiChi, Bulma and Videl can all agree to that.

The males of the group only look on as the women cooed the saiyan child who held strong attributes of the dying race. A whisp of jet black, gravity defying hair on her soft head and innocent pools of inks glazed at everything, she was a beaut. Vegeta however, shown no immediate attention towards the lungful hybrid, diving back into this homeostatic lifestyle of intensive training. The Prince, contained with the metallic walls of the Gravity Room, continuously pushing himself beyond limits necessary or what's perceived by his associates. They didn't understand a true Saiyan desire for strength, nobody did. Not even his own offsprings aspire in his or Kakarot's footsteps.

Every Saiyan-human hybrid adapted more of an easy life. One of peace and unknowingly, forgetting half of their bloodline; their heritage. The pure breeds never once spoken on their offsprings actions, their chosen lifestyle and for that, not a soul knows how it deeply affected them. More so, how Vegeta and Goku given up on passing down strength and guidance towards to next generation and focus on training themselves hoping their youthfulness and strong blood persist on for every threat against them.

A Saiyan may age slowly but they aren't immortal. Death will consume them once again but this time, for eternity. This is both knowledgeable by both Saiyans.

This mindset was deeply rooted within Vegeta, the uncrowned King of a dying race, never once ruled over his homeland. He wonder how different things would've been, poundering if to restore the ancient planet now as they too, deserves another chance of life. Vegeta paused thoughtfully during his warmups under 500 times Earth's gravity, processing if the Dragon Balls held so much power for such a wish.

Then he was interrupted by a shout.

"VEGETA!"

His body ease towards the instantaneous drop in gravity as the steel door withdrew and the blue haired woman stood along with Gohan, who's holding Kakarot's grandchild. The older Saiyan eye twitched, he knew where this was heading.

"You mister need to hold this cute baby, she's too pretty and well behaved," Bulma paddle across, her footfalls echoed slightly as she approached Vegeta with annoyance evident on his face. Gohan just trailed behind with a gentle but secure grasp on his daughter, obviously hoping he wasn't here as the Prince made no movement to hold the child or even address their presence as the distance lessen, he didn't see the purpose to fuss. The child was more of an earthling than a Saiyan while possessing an low level ki. She was nothing special, far from ever being a Saiyan, much more a true Saiyan; a born fighter.

She was less than average. Just another hybrid.

Bulma snapped Vegeta out of his thoughts once again by her sudden movement— gently pushing Gohan forward with his child in hand, edging on what she insists for Vegeta to do. He felt like Frieza's bidding monkey all over again. The Prince merely narrowed his orbs at the woman, his lips flatting into a thin line as he spoke forcefully,

"I don't want to woman. Leave, you're interrupting my training."

Dismissing the interaction, Vegeta walked away in need of a towel but Bulma persisted, dragging the father and daughter pair along with her.

"But Vegeta, you have to—"

"Why?" he throw the towel away in irritation while acrossing his arms. He just wanted to train damnit.

"Um, because she's cute.. and Pan needs an grandfather figure in her life, someone to guide her," Bulma glanced across at Gohan as he nodded at her words, strengthen her scrambled point. Vegeta stared at them for a moment, unblinkingly, then dropped his arms.

"You better leave after this," the Saiyan grumble as Bulma squealed in happiness. Stretching forward, Gohan placed Pan softy into Vegeta awkward arms before exiting to check upon his recovering wife while asking for Pan to be returned to her crib shortly.

"Here like this," fixing the Prince arms Bulma gushed more as he visibly relax, "Wait here, I need a camera. This is too cute."

The Saiyan tsked as Bulma rushed out of the Gravity Room leaving him with the same child he rather not hold. Finally glancing downwards, Vegeta stared intensely at her— awaiting something magical to aid the fuss towards this child.

Pan only blinked at the Prince gaze, blowing a spit bubble in response. Vegeta scoffed, he was right about these hybrids all along.

Then something snaked around his wrist and he nearly dropped the blasted child due to reflexes. Glancing downwards, the Prince never expected to see the appendage every present Saiyan on Earth lack; their distinctive feature,

A dark brown tail.

Brushing the appendage with a free finger, Vegeta embrace the softness and silkiness of it. He missed the damn thing.

"So, you are a bit special then?" Vegeta asked without expectations of a response but he got one, answering with another spit bubble, Pan giggling to him while doing so.

Vegeta sighed thinking, obviously not that special.

And the child giggled more as if she heard and understood him...

*Interlude*

Deep within Vegeta's mind, an door was being slowly force open. A wiring of nerves came together and spark as they interwine slowly and to perfection. Something was brewing underneath the surface.

Something that would change him, Pan and the rest of Earth's protectors forever.

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