"You're… A super Saiyan?!" King Vegeta exclaimed, staring at Vegito with his mouth agape. "How is that possible?! You are nothing but a teenager!"
"A teenager who can easily save your lives." Vegito stared determinedly back at his great grandfather.
"There's something strange about you, boy. How can you have achieved such power at your young age? We have grown, full-blooded Saiyan men who cannot attain this level. Explain to me why I shouldn't have my men attempt to kill you now so you will not take over my throne."
Letting the power fade away, Vegito returned to his normal state. "Look, as I've explained, in my time, there are two Saiyans who survive the planet's destruction and create families on Earth. These two Saiyans were able to reach the level of super Saiyan because they stopped relying on their tails and actually fought in battles that challenged them. They then taught their children how to unlock this level in the same way, and it has continued to pass through the generations. Think about it." Vegito paused, surveying the thoughtful and skeptical expression on the King's face.
"You destroy races of beings who are blatantly weaker than you and always send enough Saiyans to make it a fairly simple job. There is rarely a challenge. Without challenge, no one is pushed to greater limits. When things do get tough, you transform into the great ape by the power of the moon. There is nothing in the way the Saiyans operate to force them to need to become super Saiyans. You all have it easy and it's creating your weakness. Don't blame me for my power, or your lack of it." A cocky expression appeared on Vegito's face as he finished.
"How dare you speak to me that way. I should crush you right here, but I will not. You have come to aid us, but I expect that you will be more cautious with the way you speak to me in the future. You are fortunate that you are too useful to dispose of. Now, Mato will show you where you may stay." The King swept his cape behind him and calmly left the room. Vegito turned to Mato who had remained behind, looking rather confused.
"Well?" Vegito asked, irritated at Mato's staring. "Are you going to show me to my quarters?"
"Y… Yes, of course. This way…" Mato led him out of the room and down several long, extravagant hallways. "You really should be cautious of how you speak to the King. He is known to have a poor temper. He won't hesitate to send an army of Saiyan apes at you for disrespect."
Vegito scoffed. "I know how much of my attitude he can handle. Besides, he is too curious about me right now to kill me without answers. Why are you so concerned about my well-being anyway, Mato?"
"Well, I prefer not to die, for one. Two, I worked directly with Prince Vegeta for some time, training him. For some reason, you remind me very much of him. I am fond of the Prince. I may become fond of you as well."
Taken aback for a moment, Vegito stopped walking behind Mato. It took him a minute to realize he had left him behind, but when he did, he came back, looking concerned. "Gito?"
"Can… I meet the Prince?" He asked quietly.
Mato cocked his head slightly as he responded. "I suppose. I am to eat with the Prince and King this evening. I will see if they will allow your presence as well. If you're right, the King's curiosity over you might just motivate him to allow it."
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King Vegeta sat on his throne with an unamused expression on his face as he tapped his fingers impatiently against the gold arm rest. "Damnit, Toma, I told him to be here fifteen minutes ago. If he is not here in ten minutes, I want his assistant executed for being an imbecile who apparently cannot tell time."
Toma opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of the large throne room doors opening. Prince Vegeta walked in, appearing to be in his early twenties. His arms were crossed angrily as he made his way up to his father's throne.
"You're late. We have important matters to discuss." The King addressed his son.
"Fine, discuss them immediately. I am to leave for a mission late tomorrow evening on Freeza's orders."
The King furled his brow in irritation. "A young man claiming to be a half-Saiyan from the future arrived in the town today with a message that our planet will be destroyed by Freeza in two weeks. We need to decide what our next course of action will be."
The Prince began to laugh heartily. "How absurd can you be, Father? A strange boy from the future drops into our laps and you so willingly believe his fairytales?"
Growling inwardly, the King proceeded. "This boy is capable of transforming into a super Saiyan."
"What?! How can that be?! You must be mistaken."
"There was no mistaking what I saw, son. We must be wary of him. I still feel that he is hiding something from us, but we will have the opportunity to probe him further this evening. Mato has asked if he can accompany us at dinner. I expect that you will be there, on time." The King looked at his son menacingly, silently stating that this was not an option.
"Oh, I will be there." Wondering to himself who this boy could be, Vegeta exited the room, angrily pushing the guards out of his way as he traversed the halls to his quarters. 'How can a teenage boy attain a level of power that we only thought to be a legend?' He mused. 'I will get the truth out of this boy if it is the last thing I do.'
The day came and went until it was finally time for dinner. Mato came to get Vegito from his room and escorted him to the royal dining room. "Please, can you at least bow to the Prince and King when we enter?" Mato pleaded in front of the room's door.
"Fine, fine. I will. And I'll try to behave myself." Vegito responded. They pushed the door open, and were met by the suspicious glares of the Vegetas. Vegito walked up to the four-person table and bowed politely before sitting.
"Gito, this is my son, Prince Vegeta. Vegeta, this is our guest from the future, Gito."
Vegeta tried to keep a composed look on his face, but this child looked astoundingly like himself. "Who did you say your father was, again?" He asked suspiciously.
"My grandfather, actually, was the full blooded Saiyan. And I…. don't know. He left when I was young."
"Interesting… But how can you be half-Saiyan if your grandfather was full blooded and our planet was destroyed?" Vegeta thought for a moment that he had caught the boy in a lie.
"Perceptive question, Prince." Vegito taunted. "Two full blood Saiyans found their way to my home planet, Earth, and had families there. My mother was the half-Saiyan daughter of one of them, and my father was the half-Saiyan son of the other. Hence, my half-Saiyan blood."
"Hmph." Vegeta shrugged dejectedly. "You have a ridiculous name for a Saiyan, Gito."
Vegito couldn't help but chuckle. 'If only he knew his future son's name…' He thought. Mato gave him a warning look, silently telling him that laughing at the Prince was not a good idea. "Er… Sorry."
"Interesting that you don't know the names of either of your own grandfathers, don't you think? Unless there's some reason you don't want us to know who they are… Perhaps they were traitors who were actually responsible for the destruction of our planet?" Vegeta probed.
"Well, I suppose I do know who they are, but… They only used their Earth names with us. I never knew their Saiyan names, so I just assumed it didn't really matter. My mother's father was called Goku and my father's father was called…" Vegito tried to think quickly before it became too obvious that he was lying. "Trunks."
Both the King and Prince stared at Vegito with wide eyes and their mouths agape.
"That is an absurd name for a proud Saiyan to take! What a disgrace that they could not even respect their deceased race enough to keep their Saiyan names. Not only do they dismiss them, but they choose such embarrassing replacements. Trunks… Utterly absurd." The young Vegeta shook his head in disgust as Vegito used all of his powers of self-control to keep from bursting into a fit of laughter.
"So, boy, what plan of action do you think we should take against the attack?" The King asked.
"All I really need is for someone to get Freeza to the planet within the next week. I will keep my power level low and be with you, acting as a guard, and during your discussion, I will finish him. As long as you have some other men who can take care of any lackeys that Freeza might bring with him, I shouldn't have any issues."
"Are you out of your mind?! You have no concept at all of how strong Freeza is, and you believe you can just stand in a room and destroy him with ease? How pretentious can you possibly be? It is like every time you open your mouth, I like you less and less." Vegeta's eyes shined with a fiery hatred as he awaited Vegito's response.
"Damnit." Vegito slammed his fist against the table. A slight crack appeared in the delicate wooden face. Mato winced, imagining what was about to happen. "My grandfather, Goku, was the first super Saiyan to exist in thousands of years. He defeated Freeza and chose to let him go. When Freeza returned to Earth for revenge, my father destroyed him with a few flicks of his sword, also as a super Saiyan. You…" He gestured to Vegeta. "Have no concept of what a super Saiyan is capable of. Freeza will be no problem for me. But, if you prefer, I can sit back and allow you all to handle it yourselves."
Vegeta began to stand up and make his way to Vegito, glaring fiercly with his fists clenched. "No, enough. Both of you." The King spoke. "We will follow your plan, Gito. I will find a way to get Freeza here and I will let you know when the meeting will take place. However, Freeza's men are constantly lurking around our planet and palace. You will need to become one of my new guards immediately so it does not seem suspicious. Hopefully, word of your strange arrival has not gotten back to Freeza yet."
"Leaving our fate up to a stranger who I have yet to believe has provided us with full disclosure. It's ridiculous, father." And with that last utterance, the Prince left.
