A/N: To fender pick: Lol, ironically enough, I've only seen a single episode or two of Dragonball Heroes. My conceptualization of Fu is actually based off of Dragonball Xenoverse 2. I'm not a fan of Heroes, as they seem to pull transformations out the ass, everyone gets stronger with no explanation, and it has no coherent plot or sense of power scaling.

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"Just my luck...Blindsided by some brat with a sword..."

Vegeta kept at a steady pace, his demeanor exuding a calm confidence. His posture didn't betray his nervousness as he walked through the city streets. He was well aware of some scattered stares he'd drawn as he strolled through. At least his attire helped him blend in, although the aesthetics were slightly different than common Saiyan attire. It was the one designed by Bulma, resembling what he wore during the Cell Games. His most outstanding traits were probably his face, lack of scouter, and lack of tail.

Yes, he was the spitting image of King Vegeta, his father. But many Saiyans sported widow's peaks or extremely spiky hair. But, not counting his height, there was no hiding that he looked like a mirror image...

He wondered how his father was faring right now.

Vegeta scoffed to himself. A lifetime ago, he'd be basking in the wary appraisal he occasionally recieved from passerby as he trekked through the well used road.

Now, he just wanted to get back home.

The dirt crunching under his combat boots pulled him back to reality as he realized he had no idea where he was going.

He stood in the middle of a somewhat crowded square of some sort. Many of the buildings were extremely tall, much moreso than what he had grown accustomed to seeing at West City back on Earth. Much of the infrastructure here served people that used flying as a common mode of transportation, contrary to the buildings of earth, with it's many entry ways close to ground level.

Almost every building one could spot was as tall as one of Earth's highest storied buildings, on average. Entrances in many of these storied buildings resembled doorways that could be flown in and out of.

Vegeta familiarized himself with his surroundings, the acclamation similar to a college student revisiting the high school they graduated from. Familiar, but it still all seemed so...alien to him. Earth really did change him, he reflected. In more ways than one.

"..!" Vegeta's voice caught in his throat once his eyes caught sight of a specific building. It easily stood out amongst all of the nearby structures, making the Capsule Corporation building look like a shack in comparison.

The view was magnificent. Saiyan pods were visible in the sky, either in the middle of launching or landing from or on respectively, on the scattered landing bays all around the giant complex. Each landing pad was accompanied by some sort of control center, each one loosely connected by some sort of network. If one pad went down, each of the other centers were independent enough to rely on it's own power, ensuring that there would always be funcional docks for the personal shuttles.

In the center of all this activity was the Royal Saiyan Palace. A massive building with a towering spire on every corner, giving the palace an appearance leaning more towards a fortress than a castle. Each of the four spires had rows upon rows of windows, each with the purpose of defending the castle and it's royal family. Saiyans were flying in every direction around the palace, their gear immediately signaling to him that they were Saiyan elites. Better quality armor and gear. The most obvious sign was their slightly higher power levels compared to Saiyans anywhere outside the vicinity.

The double doors of the palace towered high into the ceiling, and Vegeta found himself standing in front of the entrance. Funnily enough, he didn't remember approaching the castle. Now that he was here though, he weighed his options.

He was in the past. That was obvious.

What now?

He needed to do two things in no particular order. First, he needed to find that purple, pointy-eared brat with the sword. It was clear he knew how to get him back home, and Kakarot too, if he was even here.

Vegeta crossed his arms as he continued to think.

Secondly, he needed to find out if it was possible to get back to his time by using anything from here...

Vegeta grumbled under his breath. He could forget it, he mused. Time Machines weren't even a concept until his son from the future arrived in an already built machine.

So it was back to the first point. The best he could do now was find any leads on that purple kid and Kakarot, if he was around.

Vegeta could hear the clicking of boots on marble behind him. Two Saiyan elites, one male and female, came to a stop near him, intense expressions on their faces. Their attire were nearly identical to the armor he wore during his first entry to Earth, jumpsuit color and all.

"You're tresspassing," the woman spoke up, forgoing any sort of tact. Vegeta hadn't yet acknowledged their presence, still staring at the shut palace doors.

Would he find any leads inside of the palace? Vegeta doubted it. Nothing seemed out of the oridinary with a cursory sensing out of the energies within the palace. It was safe to say it hadn't yet interacted with anyone here.

No, he'd have to lay low for a while. Drawing any attention to himself would probably hurt his chances of getting the drop on that purple freak, where ever he was. Speaking of drawing attention.

The Saiyan man behind him began to reach for his shoulder. Vegeta honestly did not intend to flat out ignore the two. He grabbed the man's wrist before he'd had the chance to do anything.

The guard grunted in mild pain before snatching his hand away.

"Sorry," Vegeta observed him peripherally. "I'll be on my way." With that, he turned to face the two, walking back towards the main road.

The woman made to move towards Vegeta, but the other guard raised his arm parallel to her torso, stopping her with a shake of his head.

"He disrespected us, we should teach him a lesson," the female scoffed, glaring daggers at the back of Vegeta's retreating form.

"Forget about it, it's not worth it," the other guard insisted, dropping his arm.

The woman clicked her teeth in annoyance, but acquiesced nonetheless. Vegeta eventually disappeared into the crowd. But that was okay, he'd snapped a photo of the tresspassing Saiyan.

The man reflected on the tense encounter just moments ago. Anyone else, sure, he would have picked a fight with them for their blatant rudeness.

But his scouter was advising him to back off, if the numbers were anything to go off. As a matter of fact, he'd better report to the king.

A power level of 14,500. That was nothing to sneeze at.

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With nothing but a whistle of wind to herald his arrival, Goku went unnoticed by the throngs of Saiyans headed in every direction.

He stood in what looked a lot like West City's downtown areas. The striking difference between here and West City was it's inhabitants and the sheer amount of Saiyans flying about and walking around.

Strike the earlier statement about going unnoticed. Now that he was standing there in the open, his Turtle school Gi made him stand out like a sore thumb. Although many indeed did not pay him any mind, the occasional Saiyan would pause to stare at his alien clothing.

"I probably should've prepared a bit better to where I was transmitting to," Goku lightly laughed. He ignored some of the citizens ogling him to focus in again on the Ki surrounding the planet. In theory, Vegeta would be easy to locate, but he clearly had his power suppressed. Vegeta's signature wasn't necessarily standing out anywhere in comparison to anyone.

Well, he would have to forget about trying to sense him out. If Vegeta was here, he was sure he would flare his signature if it was truly urgent.

So now what should he do next? He wasn't inclined to Science, so it's not like he could build something to get back home. And if his suspicions were correct, even if he used Instant Transmission to get home, it still wouldn't be home.

Goku sighed while observing the towering buildings. "Chi-Chi's probably a kid right now, if she's even born yet...geez."

He took a deep breath. No, he couldn't give up that easily. How could he even be sure this was Planet Vegeta? Time travel could be too hasty a conclusion. With that in mind, he placed an index and forefinger to his forehead, visualizing Earth in his mind. He imagined Chi-Chi in his mind's eye. He ignored the wind reacting to his surge in Ki as he prepared to teleport. Teleporting between celestial bodies was something he still wasn't 100% at ease performing. He only did it what, two, maybe three times? The planet of the Kais and the few times he'd traveled to Other World while still alive came to mind briefly.

Goku's brows knitted in frustration. He could sense Chi-Chi's energy all right. But it was so small, like comparing to a larger, familiar flame to the present spark that was different, almost alien to him.

It made sense to him, in theory anyway. Goku couldn't sense energy as a child. Of course he didn't completely recognize her as she was now. He sighed, dropping his hand. Not to mention that he couldn't sense Gohan or Goten anymore, as if they had yet to exist.

One of his fists tightened in annoyance. When he found that swordsman, he was really going to give him a piece of his mind, along with a punch to compliment it!

"So, what now?" Goku whispered to himself.

Goku began to walk, suppressing his power level on reflex. He had no clear destination in mind- he had no idea where to go- , so he could only hope for the best. Some Saiyans still glanced his way out of curiosity. But it was fleeting. It was common to see Saiyans sporting attire made from their conquests. But Goku's clothes were too clean looking and it looked like an actual uniform with an emblem and all.

Needless to say, this attracted attention from some Saiyan passerby who weren't content to just ogle at his silly looking (to them) uniform.

A hand came to rest on Goku's shoulder, and he turned around.

"Can I help you?" Goku questioned with a raised brow. The warriors who had surrounded him were a group of three. Two men and a woman.

"Stranger," one of the Saiyans greeted. He wore what looked like Saiyan armor, except he had some sort of scarf made from an animal pelt wrapped around his shoulder. He was made his way over, a dangerous look in his eye.