The next week was consumed with Vestige and Piccolo's training. The only breaks were for food and rest.

"I can already sense a change in him" Dende noted as he Mr. Popo looked on to the 2 warriors.

The two warriors bodies were both seated, legs crossed, arms crossed. They didn't move at all. They both were at peace. Deep inside their minds, a whole different scene was happening.

The two stood alone on a desolate planet facing each other. They were both battle worn, their clothes having been tattered from their struggle.

"You can do good! Save lives fight for justice! You do not have to lower yourself down to your father's level!" Piccolo yelled preparing to fire his ki.

"HE CAUSED MY MOTHERS DEATH!" he screamed as he fired his own ki blast at Piccolo.

"You wouldn't exist without that sin" Piccolo said before phasing out.

They met exchanging punches and kicks, Vestige taking the blunt of the attacks.

The sound of thunder exploded into the air, Vestige crashed to the ground. Piccolo landed far away and crossed his arms. Vestige stood up, gritting his teeth, showing his anger.

Something jolted through Vestige he turned around and stood face to face with his father.

"So boy you really want me dead?" Vegeta questioned leaning towards Vestige.

Vestige backed up, a look of horror on his face, his hands trembling.

Piccolo looked on, with a scowl.

"You want to avenge the loss of your people?" Vegeta questioned, taking a step towards Vestige.

"Well you can't you are weak!" Vegeta stated matter of factly.

"You were one of Frieza's slaves. Then you escaped only to become my slave" Vegeta said, with a sadistic smile growing on his face.

"What? I am not you slave" a confused Vestige stammered.

"Sure you are, you have not lived, your entire life and being were consumed by me. You didn't know my name you didn't even know if I were still alive, but all you could do was prepare and search for me" Vegeta said getting in Vestige's face once again.

"I…I had to….seek revenge" Vestige mumbled, tripping and falling backwards.

"You are a pawn and a fool" Vegeta yelled.

"You have let yourself be controlled by me! Controlled by the idea of revenge! No son of mine could ever be so weak!" Vegeta continued, now standing over the Young Saiyan.

"I am not your slave!" Vestige yelled.

"Oh really?" Vegeta snickered.

Piccolo looked on at the battle raging within Vestige's mind. This same battle had been raging since they started training. When Vestige and Piccolo were fighting, Vestige was confronted by his mind's manifestation of Vegeta.

The ground cracked under Vestige. His face no longer showing fear, now showing strength and anger. He rose standing almost nose to nose with Vegeta. His white aura exploded around him. The ground beneath him exploding, disappearing beneath his feet. Vegeta and Vestige were left floating, face to face. Vestige's power continued to rise, his aura growing.

Piccolo looked on in amazement at the power Vestige's mind was amassing. Piccolo's eyes lit up at the flickering of a few yellow flames. Is he going to transform Piccolo wondered, but as quickly as they appeared the yellow flames disappeared. Piccolo grinned, knowing it would happen, but not today.

"I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE! I WILL NO LONGER BE CONTROLLED BY MY NEED FOR REVENGE! I AM VESTIGE A POWERFUL WARRIOR AND YOU WILL RESPECT ME!" Vestige screamed, his ki exploding around him.

Vestige slowly opened his eyes, instantly meeting Piccolo's gaze. Piccolo wore a slight smirk on his face, he gave Vestige a slight nod. Piccolo then rose to his feet, headed towards the compound, leaving Vestige to revel in his victory.

Vestige closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Things had changed and he knew it. For the first time in his life, he felt calm. He then laid back stretching out on the ground. The struggle had left him exhausted and he tried to clear his mind.

But he felt, something. He felt Piccolo. He felt Piccolo's energy. Though not nearly as strong he felt Dende and Mr. Popo as well. He shot straight up and looked to where the 3 were. He couldn't see them, as they were inside the compound, but he felt their energy. This is what they meant by being able to sense power levels. He didn't understand it, but he could feel them, he could feel their movements.

Vestige thought, if the other Saiyans and half-saiyan had the ability to sense powers he must too, but rage had blinded him. He wondered to himself if he could sense Vegeta. He looked in the direction that Piccolo had sent him to Capsule Corp, he closed his eyes and focused. He searched for several minutes, one by one being able to sense all the small power levels that inhabited this planet, then it struck him. He could sense Vegeta from here, his power was massive. He could sense the changes in his power and feel it radiating, he must be training. He focused on the Vegeta's power, then he felt another strong power level close by Vegeta, it was Trunks. Vestige was shocked for a boy of only 3 Trunks had amazing power, much more than he had at such a young age.

A sense of anger and frustration crossed through Vestige, his half-brother, the son Vegeta acknowledged was already on track to be stronger than him. Vestige opened his eyes and crossed his arms, a look of annoyance on his face. How would he ever earn his father's respect when a 3 year old boy showed more potential. Trunks was on track to be more powerful than him, and Vegeta was years ahead of him, how could he amass enough power to give Vegeta a true fight and earn his respect.

Vestige was so deep in thought he didn't even notice Piccolo approach him.

"Vestige"

"Whaa" Vestige exclaimed tipping over in shock. Piccolo had caught him completely off guard.

"Give it a rest kid, you haven't eaten of slept in a few days, you will not be able to find the answer you are searching for," Piccolo said, showing his wisdom and understanding.

"You are right," Vestige replied slowly rising. He stretched his arms above his head and released a big yawn. "I suppose I am kinda hungry."

An hour later Vestige still had not slowed down.

"I don't think I can keep up," Mr. Popo exclaimed with exasperation. "He might even be worse than Goku."

Dende and Piccolo could only look on in disgust. The amount of food was one thing, but the lack of any manners was down right disgusting.

Finally it ended the Saiyan's hunger had finally been met.

"That was fantastic Mr. Popo!" Vestige exclaimed, gratefully.

"You welcome," Mr. Popo replied with a look of relief.

"I think Piccolo is right I do need some rest," Vestige said between yawns as he made his way to the sleeping chambers.