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Chapter Four: A King's Wish
As heat escaped the atmosphere, a wave of coolness flooded the surroundings under the cloudless night. Distant suns decorated the black skies like specks of hope just out of reach and Vegeta stood in the mist of it all, staring in silence. It was such an abnormal sight to see the fighting Prince embracing beauty and momentarily solitude as if all throughout this pure breed lifespan, wars rage on. For he never experienced a time without preparation for battle, fighting enemies and enslavement.
The Prince inhaled, he wasn't calm as he appears. He was constantly on high alert while wanting more than to train but to what end? He had no challenge here, so he looked to the stars, remembering his enslaved people and genocidal scenes of his race untimely end. Pure bloods would be a challenge but Vegeta was going beyond the surface of revival as he was merely a boy when the mass killings occurred, forcing emotions to dissipate. He wonder during this era of his prime what more his Father, King Vegeta, had in-store to teach him, more so how Saiyans would've been without Freiza's destructive and greedy ways.
So many what haves could now be an reality. Then, Vegeta spoke to the sound of ruffling leaves and a ki signal he knew all too well,
"Forgive me woman, for the tears I've caused you."
A freshly bathe Bulma wearing an light pink dress haulted with a raised hand, gently wiping a stubborn tear that broke free. Wrapping her frame, Bulma could only stare at the man; the Saiyan Prince she bare offsprings for and fell in love with, wondering what more he needs, what would the universe give him and moreover, if this family of theirs wasn't enough for him.
"Take care of yourself for me," the blue haired genius gasped at his words. Gazing upwards she meet familiar steel blacks without any emotion connected, "You're not my destined mate but the years spend wasn't a mistake. You gave me royal offsprings but I have a duty that can't be prolonged anymore."
As tears slid from Bulma's deep blues, Vegeta turned away once again peering at the stars and the unlimited adventure just awaiting him before speaking for the last time and blasting away, in a bright trail of white.
"Farewell Bulma."
The Prince was on a mission as the Earth's morning light shine upon his clothed skin for the last time for years to come. With a dragon radar in hand he searched globally, watching the luminosity of the magical orbs as his stock increase. Vegeta chuckled, as memories resurfaced of his first time gathering the Namekian dragon balls for immortality— an egotistical purpose transformed drastically with time, into a need for revival.
The Prince has come far indeed.
Glimpsing at the radar and with a makeshift bag composed of tattered strips of his training gear— compacted with six gleaming jems, Vegeta floated off the swamp lands that coated the lithosphere and soar towards the last ball— the four star dragon ball.
Simultaneously, Trunks, Goten and Bulla communicated amongst each other while equipping for heighten training to go beyond anything they've ever experienced. The half breeds all decided to follow in their fathers' Saiyan footsteps by using all designed methods of training while subconsciously wondering if they could handle that intensity.
"We should get Gohan involved," Bulla turned towards her soon to be mate, Goten, in confusion at his comment.
"He just had a baby Goten, he doesn't have time for this," the teen continued tinkering away, absentmindedly collecting strips of trademark durable cloth in preparation to sew.
"That's exactly why he should be involved little sister," Trunks lead against the doorway with furred brows as he felt their gaze upon his complex flesh, "He needs to protect his family more than ever now being the oldest of all of us. Don't forget Gohan once was the strongest— nobody truly knows what he's capable of if he constantly train."
Turning away from the pair, Trunk spoke in a much softer tone knowing very well of his mother's nearby ears.
"Everyone is involved in this, everyone will train in some form. It's time to arrange a meeting with Earth's true protectors as we all know, this peace won't last long without fighters."
Enclosed by nature, the forested area stretched over the hilly terrains and subsided near every valley. Numerous creatures purred within their habitat— an distinctive noise linking to an specific specie. The crisp, uncontaminated air also greeted Vegeta as his white boots meet the hill sides while seeing two houses of varying sizes nearby.
After all his years of rivalry and habitation on this planet, this is the first time Vegeta seen Kakarot's house— when the Saiyan is absent. Trekking towards, he sense four kis clustered in the smaller, more rustic looking home. Vegeta knew at least one felt his presence but the Prince stood gazing at the exterior, remembering the quarter-breed with the tail he nearly dropped months ago.
He wondered split secondly, if the hybrid will developed into a fighter before the front door bursted open and Gohan's human mate came head on with him. Rocking on his feet at the force, the Prince was silent as the woman erupted in onslaughts of apologies— fear swirling within her pupils.
"Videl sweetie, you forgot—oh."
ChiChi, Kakarot's seemingly forgotten mate paused at the sight and at the familiar face of a brut at the doorsteps of her home. Seconds later, an consistently downgraded version of the greatest Saiyan fighter appeared with unnecessary glasses upon his features and ridiculous clothing layered his skin but Gohan held someone who immediately began overreaching for the Prince.
Confusion could only graced the new father's face— his daughter obviously haven't learned to sense the nerving power of Vegeta.
"Why are you here?"
Brushing passed Videl while ignoring Kakarot's firecracker for a mate question, the Prince stopped before Gohan and ogled down at the hybrid within his grasped— observing her growth in physical appearance and the dark brown tail's presence. She looked more like a Saiyan as the child didn't coward away. No, the girl boldly reached for him once again, her small arms outstretched in hopes of contact.
The Prince merely held out a finger, lowering it to the child's face and watched as she latched onto him.
'Kakarot's naive genes of course. Do you not sense me child?'
Strangely, Pan's head jotted up as if she heard him but ChiChi squeeze between, cancelling the interaction from going any further and repeated her question with more strength in her voice. Stepping backwards to gain some space Vegeta spoke, addressing his past rival's family in a calm manner— something they have never seen.
"I'm leaving Earth," a lack of interjections made him continue free flowingly, "I'm restoring my homeland, therefore I need the four star dragon ball."
"Will you come back?" Gohan stepped around his mother, asking the question but all Vegeta did was stared at Pan while interpreting,
"In time."
The oldest half breed nodded, handing Pan off to Videl then retreated inside for the beloved mystical orb. To Gohan, this was something Vegeta obviously needs to do, therefore he won't stop him.
"Goku and now you? who will protect Earth?"
Videl questioned the Prince as ChiChi sank to the ground with her face in her palms. Distressed rolled off in waves at her actions.
"Don't underestimate the hybrids, especially yours," That was all Vegeta said before Gohan returned, handed off the ball and bid Vegeta farewell but the Prince grasped the saiyan, speaking in whispers before preparing to take flight.
"Make the wish here."
ChiChi request caused a pregnant pause amongst the small group but Vegeta follow suit without a word. Rolling the seven dragon balls towards an open area, he called upon the dragon Shenron as the moment for revival has come, and the world blacken as a bright, almost blinding light bursted towards the clouds, catching Dende and Piccolo's attention from the lookout. In the heart of West City, Trunks, Goten and Bulla all gazed upwards while tears collected in Bulma's eyes— it was time. Even halfway around the world, Goku paused mid-strike and a older looking Uub floated towards him.
"What's wrong?" the tired re-incarnation asked his teacher, however Goku just stared at the blacken sky with a knowing smile,
"Someone has called upon Shenron."
An their battle raged on as the dragon appeared from the light, calling the Prince by name.
"Vegeta, you have three wishes. As long as it's within my power, it shall be done."
Stepping forward, Vegeta made his first complicated wish, "I wish for Planet Vegeta and all it's inhabitants to be restored as it was before exploding with exception to myself, Kakarot, Broly and Paragus."
The dragon snorted while everyone sweat dropped.
"You're lucky."
"When am I ever?" Vegeta rebuttal, throwing his up in desperation.
"It's a good thing you've changed so much. It shall be done."
The eerie sound of it's magic streched across the land and a glow shone through Shenron. Seconds passed and the dragon still lustre as it's scaly body stiffened, showcasing almost a strain on the mystical creature— this wish was just as difficult as it was perceived. Then Shenron physically relax and spoke,
"It was done. You have two more wishes."
As if a weight was removed from the Prince's shoulders, he exhaled— majority of his race was alive. He could imagine the reformation of the planet within this solar system, remembering the redden glow and heavier gravity. It was home but he had two more wishes to go.
"I wished for Nappa, Turles, Raditz, Paragus and Broly to return. Broly being in his normal, controlled state."
The dragon laughed, "He was a pain wasn't he?"
"Get on with the wish!"
"Alright, alright," a brief silence passed over the land, "It was done. You have one last wish Vegeta."
The Prince turned, pulling a small grey capsule from an hidden compartment in his training gear and in a puff of smoke, anicent Saiyan armour appeared before everyone. Changing quickly into the an identical remake of his Homeland royal wear— cape and all, Vegeta approached Videl, but more specifically Pan in the woman's grasped and gave the child a necklace with an introcate symbol, layered in a tint of red while hanging from the chain.
"Keep it safe," His orbs flicked with emotions but concreted as he stared at Videl and continued, "For her."
Walking towards the dragon once again, Vegeta made his wish internally and Shenron boomed before disappearing in a similar burst of light as he came in. Quickly, Gohan dashed up catching the stoned version of the four star dragon ball and gave to his mother.
"Why you didn't wish to go to Planet Vegeta?"
The royal cape fluttered in the wind as the Prince turned to address ChiChi's question, "Because the other wish was more important."
Facing the group, Vegeta scanned all the faces— even the elevating half-breeds and Bulma in her sons arms who watched the scene from above. Then, he raised two fingers to his forehead and the human mates of the pureblooded aliens gasped as the familiar pose. Glancing at his son, the Prince nodded to signal something before disappearing into thin air and in his wake there were two Saiyan royalty encrested chains with notes upon them.
On the symbols it stated, For Prince Trunks and Princess Bulla, offsprings of the uncrowned King.
—And on a far away land, golden tipped boots touched the dry sand of the red lands, matching sky and multiple suns. Vegeta smirked at the crowd of familiar beings with confusion etched upon their faces to their restoration, then the crowd parted as his father bolted through and for the first time King Vegeta took a knee before his son— he knew of his actions and the older saiyan was proud.
"Thank you my son."
This was only the beginning of the warrior race; the Saiyans second chance at life.
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