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Same age as before*
Chapter Three: A Royal Stand
Months passed, Vegeta was finally at peace with his environs as the newly parents ventured home with their hybrid in hand and the rest of Earth's protectors dispatched as well. The eldest living Saiyan training raged on during the stretched time of tranquility; it was such an strange occurrence. The Prince wonder what's brewing beyond the clouds into the vast universe he travelled years before and if there's another threat on the horizon.
His seemingly endless training transformed into a much brutal state as he aged and advance in strength, much so that the increased gravity became useless over time. This Saiyan craved a partner; a rival.
Someone to match his limitless strength.
Blasting the predictable flying machinery to bits, Vegeta backflip over the incoming one while dodging five laser beams due to his heightened reflexes and he was still at base form. Annoyed by the repetitive actions, Vegeta power up to Super Saiyan two, his power vaporizing incoming bots as he saunter towards the equipment— restoring the gravity back to normality with a push of a button.
The Saiyan didn't break a sweat today. Subconsciously Vegeta snatched up a towel, retreating towards the additional area— a small on suite. Stripping of his gear, the high water pressure burst from the three walls, steaming up the transparent door and his usual gravity defying hair downcast as it reached saturation. The Prince was deep in thought on how to improve his training, more so what can he do as Bulma's limit have been reached.
Lingering thoughts reappeared of his homeland and pending restoration. His wish would have to be so precise that the Saiyan wonder if it would be possible at all. So much have change. To rehabilitate a world with Saiyans whom were on the planet during it's destruction, survived and matured complicated everything.
Broly and his father Paragus, are one of those anomalies.
To modify the mindsets of the ancient Saiyans, whom were all under the inescapable power of Freiza, would be a task on it's own— if the wish follow through that is, as even a young Vegeta bowed to the tyrant once, a memory washed away in time. The Prince would have to educate and train his entire race of Super Saiyan strength and the levels beyond that first form. The improvement of all technological equipment to handle this heighten power would need to occur immediately if the lost race wants to regain the title of strongest and warriors.
The climatic area of Planet Vegeta could even return his tail. Even a mate was an possibility; Vegeta's destined mate. Bulma bare his offsprings, Trunks and Bulla, but she was only a human. A bond and mating became vague memories of tutoring and conversations with his father, as it was only possible to achieve between Saiyans.
All of these are a challenge; all are interesting experiences that this Saiyan wanted.
Vegeta absentmindedly lather his skin and watched with hazed orbs as the concoction of soap bubbles and water slipped off, spiraling down the drainage. He wonder after all these years of habilitation, how the woman would take it, more so everyone else as he's sudden need for change as arise and if the Earth would be protected without a pure breed Saiyan as it's first protector.
Shutting off the water, droplets raced down the scars of Vegeta's past, littered over his tone form as he reached for the towel. Vegeta don't expect anyone to handle all this information well nor the emotions from the apparent, emotionless Prince of mating and nostalgia.
Then Vegeta tsked cracking his neck, when the hell I started caring about people and what they think?
The Prince advance through Capsule Corporation heading straight towards the kitchen where the cluster of energy gathered. His thoughts complexify as his daughter jumped up from Kakarot's second son lap, diving into his stiff arms. Vegeta could only stare down at her; from the bouncy purple curls and soft blue eyes— a replica of her mother's, in thought, he knew the news would affect this hybrid the most.
"Hiya Daddy."
Grunting, the Prince withdrawal and unnoticeably guide Bulla back to her pending mate side, ignoring the annoying fact that his daughter is bonding with the copy of his past rival. Goten peer at the older Saiyan with wary eyes before easing Bulla into his lap and burying his face into her hair— Vegeta knew the bond was far along already.
Trekking around the pair, Vegeta reached for the refrigerator door handle when a hand stop him. Turning, he stared at his son— from his silky, thin-stranded purple hair tied at the base of his neck and forever harden blue eyes, the boy gesture for the older Saiyan to take a seat, asking what he wanted to eat instead.
After preparation Trunks placed an large amount of food and plate sets before his father then sitting on the opposing end as the Prince ate.
"Why aren't you training Father?"
The boy's calculated gazed analyse Vegeta's every move from the sudden pause in eating to the overall hault, placing the piece of chicken back onto the platter before speaking,
"I want to leave."
Goten and Bulla's ears perked up to Vegeta's voice, listening intensely to his next words.
"I'm leaving Earth. I have no purpose here anymore."
Bulla almost dived at Vegeta, ready to fight her crazed father but Goten arms snaked around the younger girl keeping her in place. Trunks' stare remained over his father as Bulla shouts raged on.
"Are you out of your mind?" she pointed at her father, her blue orbs ablaze, "Are you trying to hurt us? why do you want to abandon your family?"
"Girl—"
"No! you have no right to speak. How dear you even think about leaving us after Goku did? What about Mom? What about us? What about protecting Earth?" Bulla struggled, attempting to escape Goten's steel grip but he didn't waver.
"Brat I've—" Vegeta tried to explain but the girl cut him off again.
"What about me, your little girl?"
"That's enough Bulla!"
Trunks raised voice, which made Goten narrowed his eyes at his best friend in response. They both knew Trunk's actions were necessary but the younger Saiyan couldn't surpress his urge to defend his mate. Never breaking the gaze with his father Trunks spoke in a calmer tone,
"Go if you need to Father. Earth was never yours to protect, it was a burden passed down to you as it's true protector continuously leave," a flicker of distaste washed over Vegeta's face at the genuine statement, "We're Saiyans, we could handle whatever comes Earth's way."
Trunks continued, "We'll start training again if thats what it takes for you to be free."
For the first time Vegeta watched his son with pride, the boy matured right before him while the Prince failed to take noticed. Changing the direction of his gaze, Vegeta watched in surpressed awe as Goten and Bulla nodded in agreement with Trunk's words. Maybe just maybe, the Prince could finally live a free life.
"Where do you plan on going?"
A new voice asked and they all take note of Bulma leading against the door frame, with grease covered her arms and marked areas on her face. The aging blue haired genius watched at Vegeta with a sad look as the Prince stood and stared at the luminous sky, knowing he desire this badly as Vegeta spoke, casting a feeling of sadness and quietness over Capsule Corporation,
"I'm restoring it. I'm going back to Planet Vegeta."
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