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The blue morning sky was cold, the earth underneath his body cool. As unpleasant as some found it, he enjoyed it. Closing his eyes, he listened to the wind howl. The mist slowly fading as the morning dew dripped on the earth. Small creatures moving quickly and without thought, trying to outsmart their predators by getting an early morning start. He could hear the echo of people talking in the distant. Earth was slowly awakening for another glorious day.

Letting out a deep breath, he then quietly greeted his brother who had come sit next to him while remaining in the same comfortable lazy position.

The calmness this planet brought him was changing him drastically.

And instead of running away from the change, he was slowly walking towards it, curious to where this path would lead him.

'It's too calm,' Raditz commented.

'Are you getting restless, dear brother?' he snickered.

His older brother stayed silent. Watching the utopic view of the green mountains and the many blue shades of the sky. Even his brother couldn't resist the serenity Earth brought.
The thought made him smile. A year ago, this place had been another planet. Another purge. Now it had become some sort of Utopia.

'A year ago,' he started, 'You were chasing some blue-haired woman that almost blew your hand off.'

Raditz snickered in response, 'Yes, indeed…'

'To think you were the first one to caught eye of Bulma, our savior.'
'Don't call her that,' he growled in annoyance.
'Still sore, huh?'

Again his older brother remained silent. Kakarot sat up on his elbows and glanced at him. His face was stoic, but he could tell the memory still embarrassed him. It didn't help of course that that exact same woman had become the King's… Well, they still needed to figure out what to label her.

But no Saiyan could deny she had been a pivotal piece during the war.

And she had brought them here, a place where they simply could not behave as warriors. Where they could not hide behind any armor or fight whenever something did not please them. Where they had to behave as the regular beings of this planet.

He grinned when thinking of how very effective her first wish still was. It had taken them some time to adjust but now, all in all, there was acceptance of their newfound situation.

'I wonder when we'll be leaving this planet…' Raditz muttered.

Kakarot shrugged, not understanding why he would want to leave.

'Seems powerlessness results to peacefulness…'

Raditz quirked up an eyebrow at his brother's words.

'Yes, but I feel like I'm becoming less of a warrior by staying here,' he said with a sigh.

'…But I admit, it is nice to enjoy the quiet.'

'Besides, where would we go?' Kakarot asked him. 'Our own planet got destroyed…'
Raditz looked at him and for a second he hesitated, 'What about the Dragon Balls… here on Earth?'

'There no Dragon Balls here.'
'So you too are going to pretend you don't know of their existence?'
'What's the point, Raditz? If anybody finds out it would just result in another battle. Aren't you tired?'
'…yes.'
'Then forget everything you know.'

The two brothers fell silent again. In the distance they saw a girl coming together with a large man wearing a helmet with horns on, presumably her father, who were pulling a carriage up the hill.

'Doesn't it bother you that these guys can fight us now?' Raditz spoke up when seeing the man.
'I think it's kind of exciting…' Kakarot laughed.
'I wonder what our King would say if he saw how we live now.'
'We'll find out soon…'
'You think he survived?' Raditz asked surprised, 'Namek got destroyed…'

'I don't know. Have a gut feeling he did,' Kakarot admitted, adding a shrug.

'…I want to stay on Earth,' he then announced to his brother. 'I'll plead with King Vegeta to allow me to live here once he returns.'

'Ha… Always so optimistic. I doubt the King will pardon our betrayal.'

'I did what I could to redeem myself. I'm aware I'm at his mercy.'

'Hey! Could you move out of the way!?'

Both looked up startled to see the girl yelling at them. An angry scowl graced her beautiful face.
Her dark hair was tied up in a high bun with here and there a few lose strands. Her eyes were fierce, much like her personality probably.

Kakarot tilted his head at the sight. Absolutely alluring.

Crossing her arms, she gave them a look of pure distain.

'It's already bad enough my father lost all his power because of you guys, meaning now we have to struggle to get our groceries home but to sit around and be completely useless is just unbelievably rude! The least you could do is help!'

'Sorry, miss,' Kakarot said while getting up. 'I'll help.'
'NO! I don't want your help! I want you to get out of the way!' she yelled.
'But you just said…'
'I don't want your help! Are you deaf!?'

Raditz eyes went from his brother to the woman and back, too stunned to speak up.

'Sorry, miss…?' Kakarot tried again.

'Chi-Chi, calm down! D-don't make them angry!' the man next to her yelled in panic.
'Chi-Chi?' Kakarot said with a smile. 'What a nice name.'

'And you are!?' She yelled, being unnecessarily aggressive.
'My name is Kakarot.'

'Well, fine! You can help, Kakarot!' She said while walking passes him. The woman abrupt change demeanor left both brothers amused and speechless.

'You're kidding me,' Raditz muttered underneath his breath so only his brother could hear.
'Quite the spitfire…'
'But very beautiful,' Raditz agreed.
'I saw her first,' Kakarot said. 'Besides she showed no interest in you.'

He then followed the woman and helped her father with the carriage loaded with food. The older man gave the Saiyan a curious look but appreciated his assistance.
'Thank you, young man! You know, you should stay for dinner! My daughter Chi-Chi is an amazing cook!'
'Hm, I think I will,' Kakarot said with a smile, greedily accepting the offer.

Raditz simply stared at him in utter shock, curiously awaiting his usual smirk that would confirm he wasn't being serious. But instead Kakarot sternly told him to not sit around so much and indeed make himself more useful.

'What?!'

Chi-Chi made a noise of approval followed by a charming smile send to Kakarot, who was clearly enjoying the attention she was now giving him and for the first time, Raditz caught his brother being seemingly genuine.

He crossed his arms and shook his head as he watched him walk away with the odd pair.

'…Idiot.'

The former King of Saiyans nodded in agreement. As much as he understood where the man was coming from, he had no need to end their current state of peace so abruptly just because some couldn't adjust and were feeling bored.

After all, it had only been three months since their battle on Namek. From what he could tell, most people just longed to go home and only a handful, like the man before him, were looking for the next fight.

'Nappa, I'm afraid you are just going to have to be a bit more patient.'
'Hmph.'

'Why don't you search for some Earthling fighters? Perhaps a change in challenge will do you some good?' Dr. Briefs suggested.

The tall Saiyan first gave him a look before grinning.

'But where are they hiding…'

'Mr. Satan is known to be one of the strongest fighters on Earth… He lives in Satan City,' Dr. Briefs said with a smile.

The Saiyan nodded while muttering he had heard of the city. Bowing for the King, he apologized for his impatience and decided to follow Dr. Briefs' suggestion.
The former king only smirked, knowing the bald man's destructive appetite was insatiable. A true Saiyan at heart, he supposed. Nodding his approval, Nappa flew off, followed by a few other Saiyans.

The old King let out a sigh. Admittingly, he had not thought Earth to be a place where they could live. Back on planet Vegeta Bulma had pleaded for him to not engage in any war with the Earthlings. As she had kept her promises, he proudly kept his.

…Although she had failed to mention she had somehow managed to limit everyone's power to that of a regular Earthling.

To be on equal footing had been annoying at first but at the same time it had forced some to simply adapt. It hadn't helped that they not only had to share this planet with its inhabitants but with the Namekians as well.

Yet somehow, they had found themselves in this state of utter peace.

The planet had a serenity he never found on his own planet.

'Oh? Is he gone already?'

The former King turned his head to see Mrs. Briefs walking towards them carrying her usual tray with food and drinks. Tea, a strange beverage but one he had learned to enjoy. Although mostly because Mrs. Briefs insisted, he'd be present whenever their family got together in the afternoon to share a drink and some company.

'Yes, he's going to fight Mr. Satan,' Dr. Briefs answered his wife.
'Oh, how nice! You know they'll probably have a lot in common!'
'They are going to fight, dear, not befriend one another…'
'But they have so much in common! Nappa is like Mr. Satan without hair!'
'Dear…'
'Haha!'

Smiling at the man who was laughing so wholeheartedly, she invited him to stay for dinner again.
'I'll be eating with my people but thank— 'None of that! I wanted to make something special and I really want you to stay and try it with the rest of us!' she loudly objected and then went on a rant about grocery shopping and how Saiyans had a huge appetite.

Stunned, the man politely tried to turn her offer down again but for the final strike she gave him her usual charming smile and said,

'Besides, Bulma would love it if you'd stay.'

'I… I guess I'll stay,' he murmured unable to decline the offer any longer.

'Oh! I forgot the milk!' she gasped. 'And something sweet for you, dear!' She said, quickly kissing her husband on the cheek before running back into the house.

Vegeta then let out a sigh of defeat while Dr. Briefs started laughing.

'Haha! I'm sorry I just find it so humorous that you are so completely powerless to my wife's invitations!'

Scowling first at the man, he then looked way when feeling heat rise to his cheeks. Honestly, these Earthlings…
His eye caught the group of Namekians who were also staying here. For a moment he wondered if they were still capable of all that power Bulma had spoken of. She had claimed it could not be used again for a period of time.

But she said today was the day… Does this mean the same power exists here on Earth? …Hm, none of that matters I suppose. I don't want to think about it.

'She'll be here any minute,' Dr. Briefs said, as if knowing who he had been thinking of.
'My wife and daughter are quite alike, neither likes to take no for an answer.'
'They are both… impressive.'
'Yes,' Dr. Briefs agreed.

'This waiting… has been hard on her,' the King uncomfortable said, unsure how to start such a personal conversation. But he too was aware of how much she had been awaiting the return of his son. Perhaps more longingly than his own people.

He admitted he had grown very fond of her.

The fact that she was carrying his son's child made her only more spectacular in his eyes.

'I fear the rumor is true,' he then confessed out loud. 'No word of Vegeta for months… He probably died in battle just like Frieza.'
'Are sure about that information?' Dr. Briefs asked with great concern.
'We got conformation that Frieza did not survive the battle. Nothing was left of the planet.'

With hesitance Dr. Briefs alluded the idea that Vegeta not surviving did not mean he could never come to Earth.

'Your daughter understands my son… better than anyone else does. Better than me,' the king admitted, not able to hide to pain in his voice. 'I think she knows him surviving stands for more than just victory.'

'Well, we'll soon know if he has survived or not.'

At that moment a red motorcycle blazed right towards the house, halting abruptly in the middle of the garden. With ease, the rider got off and took of her helmet, revealing her long blue hair. Her striped short dress looked inappropriate for such a vehicle but the boldness in her demeanor let her get away with it. Bulma Briefs was glowing and looked absolutely beautiful in the warm afternoon sun.

But the former King of Saiyans caught her eyes and saw the sadness that lingered in them.
He couldn't quite understand why she cared so much for his son, but it evoked a feeling of gratefulness inside of him. No other woman could do all the things she had done. No other woman could be more worthy.

'I found the last one,' She announced. 'I can't believe you hid them instead of keeping them in one place around, dad.'
'I thought it was a wise decision. You never know who's going to visit this planet.'

The Saiyan gave the other man a frown but decided he did not mean bad and instead greeted Bulma with an unusual kindness. It was strange these people made him behave so very differently.
His eyes went to the woman's stomach; he was even looking forward to the birth of his grandson. That mother of hers had made him so enthusiastic about it, he too was now keeping up with her wellbeing.

'Don't worry,' Bulma said thinking his stare was a look of concern, 'I was driving slowly and safe. Please don't send one of your guards to follow me around again…'
'Of course not,' he gruffly said, feeling slightly embarrassed when she brought up the awkward scene from weeks ago again.

'Well, this is it,' she then said. Her blue eyes scanned the table before her mother came out of the house again, singing they shouldn't let their drinks get cold.

'Bulma, dear, would you like a cup of tea? Or a soda perhaps?'

'No, thanks, mom,' she answered with a smile.
Every time she found herself in these all too familiar situations, she couldn't help but smile. A part of her was happy to be back home, where all was safe and well. Her parents had been so overjoyed when seeing her. Everything had turned back to normal.

Well, if you ignored the huge amount of visitors they currently had.

But without him, none of it felt right.

'I'm going to summon the Dragon but…'

'Why don't you go all the way to the back of the garden, dear?' Her mother suggested. 'Plenty of room for the Dragon.'

'Dear, the Dragon doesn't need any room, he goes in the air— 'I think your wife is right,' King Vegeta cut him off.
'See, even dear Vegeta agrees!' she smiled while giving her husband a nudge. 'I'm not always so unknowing as you think!'
'Now they're working together…' Dr. Briefs muttered underneath his breath while taking a sip of his tea.

Bulma laughed at the surreal sight before her. If a year ago someone would have told her about this scene, she would've either run in fear or start laughing hysterically.

'Thanks, I'll do that. See you later…'

Turning around, all seven Dragon Balls in her backpack, she started walking. Her eyes wandered over the houses, her father had practically built an entire town in their domain for the Saiyans and Namekians to live. And it had been going all so well. Everything was alright. Peaceful.

Her heart… overjoyed with the little boy living inside of her.

But at the same time there was a big aching hole in it. Yearning for someone to return to her.

After coming home, she had finally let it all sink in. Everything that had happened. Every gruesome sight. Every feeling of fear.

And it had taken her time to overcome it all but somehow, she had managed to give it a place. She had leaned to let go of all her mistakes and all the agony.

Frieza still haunted her mind from time to time. Especially at night when she was sleeping… In her dreams she saw him tormenting her. Her child. Her lover.
All the suffering he had caused… She couldn't just forget.

In her loneliest moments she thought of what it had truly meant for Vegeta and how it had changed him drastically, no matter how much he had denied it.
He too had been pained. His pride wounded. The horrible feeling of having no control over your own life…

As her heart ached, she stopped walking and placed her hand on it.

Pushing the painful feeling away and reminding her of the good things in her life. A smile found its way to her lips.

Strangely, all that had happened had made her fall in love with him even more.

Looking up, she took a deep breath before walking again. Deciding that the end of the garden, near the mountains, would be a good spot to summon the Dragon without anyone interfering.

When she had been young, she had wanted to wish for the perfect boyfriend. A strong, handsome, steady boyfriend.
She smiled again, noting in way, he was indeed all that. Just a little bit different then what she had imagined. Perhaps she should've added lovingly to the list.

Nah… Then it wouldn't really be Vegeta.

Placing all seven Dragon, she took a deep breath and looked up at sky. She had seen so many skies over the past year but blue always seemed to be present when the world was in a state of peace.

'Let's just hope that after I darken it, the bright blue will return,' she whispered to herself.

'Rise Dragon!'

Instantly the sky turned dark, releasing an exhilarating atmosphere that made her heart speed up in result. A tingling feeling rushed through her body; aware everyone would now see and be aware of what was taking place.

The long slender body of the Dragon appeared and with his usual tone of speaking, he asked her for a wish that needed to be granted.

For a moment she wavered, aware of how selfish perhaps her own wish was. Many of the aliens living here, longed to go home. The Namekians wanted their planet back. The Saiyans wanted their planet back… Earth wanted to be on its own again.

Biting her lip, she then reminded herself that Guru had survived and said that in a few months, they'd be able to use the Dragon Balls of Namek again. Everything was going quite well, despite her many worries. So she could be selfish for once, right?

Determined to not let herself make another sacrifice, she looked up at the Dragon,

'I wish for the current King of Saiyans, Vegeta, to be here on Earth.'

Dead or alive… You'd be closer to me, Vegeta.

'Your wish has been granted,' the Dragon said before disappearing. All seven Dragon Balls scattered over the Earth but to no sign of the King.

It remained eerie quiet and she looked around in hope of seeing him but no one appeared.

Overwhelmed by sadness when not seeing him, she realized he must've died during the battle with Frieza. His body was here on Earth but… Not able to stop herself, she buried her face in her hands, crying uncontrollably. It hurt so much for some reason.

I know I'm being oversensitive and too emotional… But I really wanted you to survive, Vegeta…

'Woman.'

Frozen, her eyes widened in shock and looked up. Certain she had only imagined his voice calling her. Blinking her tears away, she looked around.

'Bulma,' He called her again.

This time she looked up to the cliff above and saw him standing proudly before her. As their eyes met, he gave her a smirk before jumping down and landing before her.

Wordlessly she got up, unable to believe the sight before her.

Her eyes went over him and immediately noticed there was something different about him. Her body slightly trembled in his presence, feeling a tremendous power hidden inside of him.

'When are you going to rid this planet of that damn wish of yours, woman?' He then said, obviously referring to the fact his powers were now limited.

Her mouth fell open and it took her a second to realize that was what she was feeling. Shaking her head, she then jumped into his arm. Wrapping her arms around him tightly.
Immediately he muttered something underneath his breath about her being such a fragile woman, but she felt his arms around her waist, pressing her body close to his.

Laughing at his reaction, she then took a good look at him. His attitude had not changed but when she looked into his eyes, she saw there was no longer a mix of emotions lingering inside.

No longer running or hiding. Just dark, cool eyes. Very much in control. Very possessive.

Closing her eyes as their lips met, she found his kiss to be softer. Welcoming. He had longed for her too, despite his comment of her being so fragile. He tightened his arms around her, pressing her body deeper against his. As if she was a part of him now.

As the kiss ended, he let her see a glimpse of the man she had come to love before turning into his usual self, sneering she was behaving foolishly. She only smirked in reaction.

'Woman, you are being completely inappropriate.'
'How so?'
'I'm the King of Saiyans, I don't have time for—'You know after everything that has happened,' Bulma cut him off, using a similar strict tone, 'You can start calling me by my name and not always woman!'
Stunned for a second, he then smirked, 'I'll call you whatever I like… woman.'
A sigh escaped her lips, tired of his antics already. 'Why won't you ever call me by my name, Vegeta?'
'Why won't you ever call me by my title, woman?'

'…Shut up.'

Untangling himself from her, his expression became more stern as his eyes caught hold of something in the distance. Frowning in confusion, Bulma felt fear overpower her for a moment. Her imagination playing tricks on her, afraid something horrible was standing in the distance behind them. As she turned around, her heart sped up when seeing what it was.

The Saiyans were standing in the distance and staring at the sight of them. With looks of complete bewilderment and uncertainty. They slowly started walking towards them.

A peculiar silence hung in the air, making the scene feel more ominous then it should.

A light breeze washed over them, making Bulma take a sharp breath. She didn't want to let go of him again. Uncertain of what to do, her eyes went from them to him.

His dark eyes caught hers immediately. He was clearly unsure of how to deal with the situation, despite the arrogant look on his face.

Wavering for a second, she then reached out and took his hand. Squeezing it tightly, as if claiming she would never let go.

First shocked at her display of affection, Vegeta wanted to sneer at her, scold at her, yell at her but then he saw her fierce expression. Her eyes were on his people, giving them a look of victory.
Following her gaze, his eyes widened in shock when seeing them mirroring her expression. The emotions that followed caught him by surprise. But then he grasped it himself;

they had finally won.

The end.

I can't believe it… It is finished! I sincerely hope you loved this last chapter. I know I did. I am very pleased with this chapter! Maybe there is room for more to tell but I think this is a nice place to end the story. (Although I am considering a Chi-Chi/Kakarot short story, but I don't know yet… Let me know if you are interested.)

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