A/N Here is this second installment. Please review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z.
Vegeta saw the crater with the ship at its center. Next to the crater were the fools all staring up at him.
And in front of them was the new power he had felt. Vegeta momentarily stopped when he looked at the stranger. IT WAS A SAIYAN. He shook his head and continued down, not allowing himself to be distracted by this realization. As soon as he was close enough he made eye contact with the newcomer. He landed, right where the Z-Fighters had been, causing them to jump out of his way. Vegeta crossed his arms, still having not broken eye contact. He forced his face to hold its' scowl, as he hid his amazement at their being another Saiyan left. Who could he be? They had searched every record when they found out about Kakarot, he knew for a fact there were no other Saiyans.
"Do you know him?" Piccolo questioned, now staring at Vegeta. Vegeta didn't react, obviously not hearing him.
"Vegeta, he came here looking for you, the Namekians sent him here" Gohan tried to no avail.
"Who are you?" Vegeta demanded, not breaking eye contact with the youth.
A smirk crossed the young Saiyans face, obviously pleased Vegeta didn't know of him.
"I am your son." The young Saiyan stated, staring straight at Vegeta, all the while smirking at him.
"WHaa..?" Vegeta gasped stepping back. It raced across his mind, he had no son other than trunks, and this boy how old was he, he couldn't have been his son. He was lying
"HA," Vegeta laughed regaining his composure."You are no son of mine, you weakling, Who are you really?"
The Z-Fighters all looked on in disbelief, none bold enough to interrupt the 2 Saiyans.
"Look at me, do you not see yourself in me?" The young Saiyan asked, still smirking at Vegeta.
Vegeta held his composure together, but there was no doubting it, not only was this boy a Saiyan, he did bear a striking resemblance to him. Vegeta gave in an inch, "So what makes you think I am your father?"
For the first time, the boy broke eye contact with Vegeta, looking down. "I will tell you my story, but know, when I am done. I will kill you." He stated looking back up at Vegeta.
The Z-Fighters all gasped again, what was happening.
"Hahaha, you kill me, you must be out of your mind first you say you are my son, then you think you can defeat me. What sort of fool are you?" Vegeta mocked in between bursts of laughter.
"DO YOU WANT TO HEAR MY STORY? OR SHOULD WE SKIP THAT AND GO STRAIGHT TO YOUR DEATH?" The youth screamed obviously furious with being mocked.
"Ok, ok, lets hear your damn story," Vegeta said looking away from the young Saiyan.
The young Saiyan eyed the Z-Fighters, unsure of what their presence meant.
"They are harmless and if we should happen to fight they will not intervene." Vegeta ordered looking back at them.
Content with the answer the young Saiyan began,
"My name is Vestige, I was born on the planet Xanou, 11 years ago. The year before my birth Frieza sent 2 of his most ruthless soldiers to the planet. Their job was to eliminate all resistance on the planet. The planet had resources, and it had the population to harvest those resources, but first any type of resistance had to be eliminated. As a story goes a tall bald one, and a short one with large hair ravished the people, destroying any who didn't bow to them. By the time they reached my village there was no fight left, all of the resistance had been destroyed, they stayed in our village for a few days eating all the food we had stored for the winter, drinking all of the holy drink that had been brewed and beating anyone they felt like. On the final night my mother was offered up as sacrifice to the men, for she was young and pure. That is when you had your way with her." Vestige glared deep into Vegeta. His hatred easily visible.
"Sounds familiar," Vegeta said with a chuckle
"Most of my village died that winter from starvation. That next spring, more of Frieza's men arrived their job was to organize our people into slaves and begin the harvesting of resources. My mother died during child birth, I probably should have died too, but I was strong, no ordinary baby. The village elder raised me as his own. He told me of the horrors that had struck our planet, planting within me drive that would push me to become stronger and stronger. I was forced to work from a young age, the slave drivers saw my strength, it only encouraged them to push me harder. When everyone else rested the elder instructed me in martial arts, the work built my strength, the training built my skill. At the age of 5 the people revolted, I tried to help, I was easily the strongest of our people, I could have helped, but the elder wouldn't allow me. He snuck me to the pods the slave drivers had landed in. I didn't want to go for I could see and hear my people dying, but he gave me no choice. The pod blasted off, as I stared out the window a large space craft hovered above the planet, I could see a tiny speck on top of the ship. From that speck a large purple ball grew, within minutes my planet was gone, reduced to nothing."
"Apparently Frieza, didn't like your little revolt," Vegeta snickered.
"That's terrible Vestige!" Gohan sympathized. The newcomer stepped back unsure how to deal with the compassion from the other Saiyan.
"Uhh, yes well anyways. I spent the next six years traveling and training, with each planet I would arrive at I absorbed all I could, I trained until I had become stronger than their best warrior, then I moved on. The only possession I had was the drawing of the man who was my father. I showed that picture to everyone I met, I never heard his name, but many shuddered at the picture and told me of the evil Saiyans. Not all planets were filled with helpful individuals, some days I fought for survival, that is how I lost my pod. I had to steal the ship I currently travel in. I encountered a planet that was home to many of Frieza's men, it was there I learned of his death. The planet was divided, 2 different groups had risen from the void left by Frieza and King Cold's death. They fought mercilessly for the planet. I tried telling them it didn't have to be this way now that Frieza had died, but they were too consumed with power and rage. I searched the planet looking for good, trying to find anyone worth saving, but I found none. There was not a single soul worth saving on that planet. As I was trying to leave one of the groups threatened to kill me if I did not join their cause, I refused and barely escaped with my life. Once I reached space I made a decision, I still contemplate to this day. I destroyed the planet and every terrible soul on it. At first I did not know if I had the power, but something from within me told me I did. I used one attack and it was gone forever."
"Haha you might just be a Saiyan after all, with that ruthlessness," Vegeta Laughed showing a hint of pride.
"Not long after that I landed on Namek, though their people were not very strong, they taught me many great things and they also pointed me in the direction of this planet. Now here I am, ready to seek my revenge and destroy the one you call Vegeta." Vestige finished as he glared at Vegeta.
"Your story sounds believable enough boy, but I doubt you destroyed a planet, you are too weak" Vegeta said trying to enrage the boy further.
"Piccolo, what do we do?" Gohan whispered to his mentor.
"Nothing, this is not our fight." Piccolo replied.
"You destroyed my people and caused the death of my mother you animal!" Vestige yelled at Vegeta, as his ki started to rise.
"I don't care if you have my blood in you, I will still destroy you, you fool." Vegeta fired back.
"Everyone get back!" Piccolo order as the young Saiyan, began to power up.
"Wow do you really think they are going to fight to the death?" Krillin asked as they flew back to a safe distance.
"I have no doubt he will destroy the boy if he is pushed" Piccolo replied.
"Poor kid doesn't know what he got himself into." Yamcha chimed in.
Gohan simply looked on in amazement not sure what to make of the whole thing. Vegeta had a second son, and not only that the son is only a year younger than him.
"Do you think he can go Super?" Tien asked.
"I doubt it, though he may be powerful, I don't think he is hiding that much of his ki." Piccolo answered
Vestige's hair raised slightly from his power, he was surrounded in white flames as he powered up, ready to defeat his father. They both lowered to their fighting stances, preparing to start. They both phased out of sight, eruptions were seen in the sky.
The Z-fighters watched without missing a punch.
"Why hasn't Vegeta gone Super?" Krillin asked.
"He doesn't think he will need to" Piccolo said as much to himself as to Krillin.
A flurry of punches and kicks ensued, for the moment they seemed equal. They both knew they were holding back, but neither was ready to show their hand. Finally one of them made contact, Vegeta went flying down towards the Earth, stopping himself within inches. He landed on his feet.
"Not bad for a boy," Vegeta stated, "You should be thankful for my Saiyan blood, it is what has kept you alive so long."
Vestige landed across from him, preparing for the real fight.
"In your travels have you ever heard of a Super Saiyan?" Vegeta asked with an evil smile.
Vestige showed a look of shock that lasted less than a second. What the hell is a Super Saiyan he thought to himself.
Vegeta smiled then let out a war cry as he went super. His body erupting in yellow flames. His eyes turning teal. He phased out then reappeared, landing a devastating blow to Vestige's stomach. Vestige stumbled back a few steps, for the first time showing a look of doubt. Then at once they both phased out.
The fight continued, though it really was no longer a fight, Vestige fought valiantly, but compared to the Super Saiyan he was weak.
The older Saiyan was toying with him, making the younger chase him around. Vestige anger started to show as his skills diminished and he fought with rage.
They stopped in mid air. Vegeta's arms across his chest. Vestige panting and trying t control his rage.
"This is a Super Saiyan, boy" Vegeta declared.
Vestige stared at Vegeta, he closed his eyes slowed his breathing and prepared to attack.
Vestige phased out, Vegeta watched him approaching to his right. Vegeta prepared to block the boy's feeble attempts. Right as Vestige was upon him Vegeta sensed he power to his left. He saw the fist from the right heading towards his face. Vegeta moved his hand to block to fist, but was caught directly on his chin from his left. The image to Vegeta's right disappeared. The blow sent Vegeta flying backwards. He stopped himself in mid-air, pausing to wipe away the small trail of blood forming at the corner of his mouth. He smiled "That is a clever trick, boy, sending a fake image to the right while using kai, to hide your true self, but I doubt you can do it more than once or twice"
Vestige was shocked he had analyzed and understood his best technique in mere seconds, his grasp of fighting must be fantastic. He let a low growl of annoyance and phased out.
The fight ensued, Vegeta clearly having the upper hand.
I wonder how his skills with ki are, Vegeta thought as he effortlessly dodged the young boys attacks. Vegta phased out putting a good distance between him and Vestige. He started gathering his energy, he raised his hand and yelled, "BIG BANG ATTACK!" The young Saiyan saw the blast heading straight for him, without wasting a second he yelled, "Ki-No-PAAA"
Their attacks met, shaking the earth. Vegeta smiled, surprised at what the young Saiyan had amassed. But, it was not enough, he grimaced and let out more of his power into the attack, knowing it would overwhelm the young Saiyan.
Vestige fought with everything he had, for his mother, his people, his planet, for all the torture he had endured. But, it wasn't enough.
The smoke cleared and they all saw the Young Saiyan's body plummet down to the Earth.
Vegeta, lowered down to the ground look at the crater the boy's body had made and laughed.
"Oh no," Gohan screamed as he prepared to rush down to check on him. Before he could get far Piccolo grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Wait. This is not our place and Vegeta may not be done.
"Hmp, fool" Vegeta stated as he turned away from the boy, his black hair reappeared and his golden aura disappearing.
Piccolo let go of Gohan's arm. Gohan dropped down landed next to Vestige. "He is alive," he said aloud, but speaking as much to himself as the others.
The rest of the Z-Fighters landed close by.
"I'm done here" Vegeta declared as he blasted off in the direction of Capsule Corp.
"Piccolo, he is not dead, What should we do?" Gohan yelled to his mentor.
" I will take him to the lookout," Piccolo said as he picked the Saiyan up by his tattered clothes.
"Now what do we do?" Tien asked, not sure what to make of what just happened.
"You go home," Piccolo growled as he flew off with the boy.
"All that for nothing," Yamcha complained.
"Wow I can't believe how ruthless Vegeta was, and to his own son," Krillin said.
They said their goodbyes and blasted off in their own directions. Gohan racing to catch up with Piccolo.
"Piccolo, what will happen to him?" Gohan inquired once he had caught up.
"I don't know, but it is nothing for you to concern yourself with." Piccolo retorted. "Now return home before your mother gets mad"
"If you say so," Gohan replied, as he dejectedly, turned to head home.
So he had two sons. Vegeta pondered as he landed at Capsule Corp.
"Where have you been?" Bulma screeched.
"You missed dinner, and you were supposed to spend time with Trunks," She continued.
"Quiet woman, there are new developments," He shouted back.
"New developments? Is there a new bad guy?" She asked shakily.
"No, no, nothing like that. I will tell you later," He said as he made his way by her and headed towards the shower.