"Blast it, Bulma! I already told you that I don't need anyone to come with me. I am more than capable of handling this on my own, and I am the only one with actual experience in dealing with the Saiyans of planet Vegeta."

"And I told you…" Bulma poked Vegeta roughly in the chest, as he took a step back, eyebrow twitching with irritation. "Trunks wants to go and he should be able to; it is his son we're talking about. I specifically made this time machine so there is room for three people, and you're lucky I told Goku it was already full."

Vegeta's eyes shot open. "Wait… If it can fit three and you made these plans without me, then who is the third?"

Bulma began to walk away, quickening her pace with Vegeta continuing to yell his demand to know. "IT's GOTU, OKAY?!"

"Oh no, Bulma. You did NOT actually tell her she could come? So you want both of the boy's parents on some bring back the runaway son mission? We do not need their feelings and mush getting in the way. I am simply going to go back in time, grab him by his stupid hair, and come back."

Attempting to contain her laughter at Vegeta's ironic mention of "stupid hair", she continued. "Look, they are his parents and they want to go. Both of them are strong enough to take care of themselves and don't annoy you nearly as much as some other people I could have sent with you. You're going to have to live with it." She slammed the door of the living room behind her with finality, leaving Vegeta to grumble behind her.

"Damn woman. Always making decisions without me…"

Early the next morning, Trunks and Gotu woke to the wailing of their alarm. Today was the day they were to take their trip back in time to the Saiyan planet to bring their son home. Gotu was slightly disheartened. She had believed her son would come back on his own, but it had now been over a week and she knew they needed to make the trip. They quickly readied themselves for their journey, collecting only the most necessary items and met Vegeta, Bulma, Goku, and Chi Chi in the backyard of the Capsule Corp. home. Trunks and Gotu had said their goodbyes to their younger son, Bardock, the night before so they wouldn't need to wake him early this morning. The group stood together in front of the time machine, sharing goodbyes.

Goku held his daughter close for a moment before turning to Vegeta. "Keep our children safe?" He locked eyes with his old friend, who nodded his commitment. Bulma blew her nose loudly, causing everyone to turn.

"Oh, Trunks. Please be careful. And… and bring Vegito back… and… and… keep your father… safe. Oh, and Gotu…" She blew her nose again, wailing in unison with Chi Chi while everyone looked on.

"Well… Looks like it's time to go. Let's get in." Trunks said awkwardly, breaking up their sobs. He hopped in, helping his wife up as well while Vegeta leapt into the seat in the back. The machine was very similar to that of the one Vegito took to the past, just simply a larger model with seats for three people instead of one. Trunks hit the buttons to send the machine on its predetermined course, and they disappeared into the past.

The trio landed at the same location where Vegito had arrived; in the midst of the main Saiyan village. The dust billowed around them, obstructing their view.

"Did we make it?" Gotu asked.

"I sense a lot of power levels, so I think so…" Trunks said. They decided to wait for the dust to clear before making a move to get out of the time machine. Trunks hit the button that opened the top and began to ready himself to exit.

"Wait." Vegeta grabbed his son's arm. "I will go first. They will know me. You and Gotu do not appear to be Saiyans. They would likely attack you as soon as you landed. A minor inconvenience, but not how I would like to begin our encounter with them." Trunks nodded his assent.

Vegeta leapt out of the machine, landing on the dusty ground, surrounded by what were once a group of his subjects. As their eyes fixated on him, their mouths dropped open, looking shocked.

"It's not possible…" One man stuttered.

"Oh, it is." Vegeta smirked. "That's right. I am your prince, Vegeta, and you all will not harm the two who have come with me." He gestured to Trunks and Gotu as they also exited the machine. "I require someone to lead us to the King for a discussion."

"I… I'll do it…" One of the older men stepped out of the crowd. Vegeta thought he recognized him as one of the servants he had when he was a boy. As the man led their way to the Saiyan castle, he kept cautiously glancing at Vegeta.

"You were one of my servants when I was young, correct?" Vegeta finally asked.

The man began to smile slightly. "I knew it was you as soon as I saw you, but you can never be too sure about these things… But sir, why did you need someone to escort you? And who are the two with you?"

"In case I met anyone else along my way who doubts. I needed someone to be able to bear witness of my arrival. To your second question, I will need to tell the King that before anyone else."

"Of course, sir. I should not have probed so inappropriately…"

They stopped in front of the huge wooden doors Vegeta remembered so vividly. Decades had passed since he last was on this planet, but its memory had never faded. He nodded to the man, who left, and Vegeta turned to Trunks and Gotu. "Listen. I will do all of the speaking. Do not mention your names until, and unless, I introduce you." Vegeta pushed open the doors and walked slowly down the long carpet to meet with his father again.

"Who are you?" King Vegeta locked eyes with Vegeta, scanning him carefully. He knew that this was not the son he knew. The man before him looked a bit older, and his muscles were much larger.

"I am your son, but I can see that you are perceptive enough still to know that I am not the son you know."

"Stop talking in circles. You cannot be my son. He is away on a mission. It is not possible."

"Oh, really? Do you know a young man named Vegito?"

King Vegeta's breath caught in his throat for a moment before responding. "Yes… And how do you know him?"

"Foolish old man, he is my grandson. I am his grandfather from his timeline."

"That's not possible… He said there was only one time machine…" As the King stared at Vegeta, he began to realize that this was indeed an older version of his son, but how he arrived here still made no sense to him.

"The simple version is that my wife built a new machine so we could retrieve my grandson." Vegeta glared at his father. "He does not belong here, father. I assume you have realized that by now?"

"He is a Saiyan of incredible strength. He belongs here more than most. We have made him a prince beneath yourself already. His defeat of Freeza to protect us proved his worth in claiming his birth rite to rule this planet." King Vegeta finally noticed the two people standing behind his future son. "Who are these… people… with you? They appear to be humans. Why would you bring them here?!" He demanded.

Vegeta laughed at his father's ignorance. "Not as perceptive as I thought. Still can't sense energy, I see. The boy is my son, Trunks, Vegito's father, and the girl is Gotu, Vegito's mother. They are both half Saiyans."

"And are you here to force Vegito to return to his original time?"

"If that is what comes to, then perhaps… Where is he? We need to speak to him immediately."

King Vegeta clenched his fists, knowing that his answer would not please his now exceptionally strong future son. "He is not the boy you once knew… And, he is not here."

"What?! Where the hell is he, then, old man? You better not have sent him on some impossible mission already so he can get himself killed."

The King shook his head. "No, this was his decision. He went to conquer a planet for our people."

"WHERE DID HE GO THEN?!" Vegeta began to become impatient. 'We should have gone back further…' He thought.

"Earth….." Vegeta, Gotu, and Trunks looked at one another, shock and confusion swirling in their minds.