The dessert was endless, but Vestige could feel the power he sought. It was just out of reach, he kept chasing it, but it would get no closer. He flew as fast as he could, but gained nothing. He needed to become stronger if he were to earn his father's respect. He needed to get the power he sought, he had to. He dug deep and sped forward pushing the limit's of h is body. He was finally getting closer, but it was draining him to fly so fast. He pushed on, he was sweating from every pore on his body. He grimaced as his body began to struggle and tighten up from the strain. The power was closer now; he could see the golden aura ahead of him. Then it started to fade away as he started to lose speed, he couldn't keep the pace up. He closed his eyes and in his mind he heard his father's laugh, mocking him, laughing at his weakness. "NO! I WILL NOT FAIL", Vestige screamed, opening his eyes. His aura grew and his speed increased, faster than before. He was gaining on the golden aura. He could see the aura was radiating off someone, but who. He pushed on, reaching his hand forward he could almost reach whoever this golden aura was radiating off of. The aura was so bright it was blinding him, he still could not tell who it belonged. He forced himself forward, his hand grabbing the golden warrior. The warrior stopped, Vestige was barely able to not run into him. Vestige looked up, squinting to protect his eyes from the light. He finally saw the face, "WHAT!" he yelled. Then the individual was gone, Vestige floated alone, a look of shock on his face. He had only seen the warrior for an instant, but he knew who it was. It was him, but different, golden hair, teal eyes, and a bright golden aura. He had been chasing a Super Saiyan, but that super saiyan was him.

Vestige opened his eyes with a startle, his body covered in sweat, his muscles still clenched from his dream. He knew the answer, he must become a Super Saiyan, only then would he have the power to earn his father's respect. Vestige sat up in bed, the room was dark and quiet. His expression changed to a look of resolve, he knew the answer.

"So what did you find?"

"Wahaa" Vestige yelled as he fell out of his bed and landed on his head.

"Piccolo?" Vestige questioned, holding his head.

"Yes. Now what did you find?" Piccolo asked again, stepping out from the shadows.

"I found myself, but I was different, I was a Super Saiyan" Vestige told him.

"Mhm" Piccolo replied.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing in here anyways?" Vestige questioned, for the first time realizing Piccolo had been in his room.

"Your energy has been radiating, it was shaking the lookout" Piccolo answered with a smirk.

"Haha, oh sorry" Vestige nervously said.

"Don't worry about it, now rest you will need your strength."

"For what?" Vestige questioned.

"For training" Piccolo answered, leaving the room.

With that Vestige laid back in bed, resolved to become a Super Saiyan.

Vestige blocked the kick, that was aimed for his head, with both his forearms. The force still sent him flying backwards, he was able to stop just in time to see green fists flying towards his head, he was able to dodge and weave enough to not be hit. Piccolo's attacks kept coming, Vestige narrowly avoiding each one. Vestige was going all out just to avoid being thrashed. Piccolo, put his full force in a kick aimed for Vestige's head. Vestige simply had enough time to shrug his shoulder taking the blow to the shoulder, rather than his head. He went flying towards the ground, crashing with an eruption of dust and rock.

Piccolo was flying down at full speed, preparing another onslaught for Vestige. At the last second he sensed it, he jerked his body to the right avoiding the massive energy wave Vestige had sent his way. 'Lil punk' Piccolo thought to himself, noticing the blast had erased most of his cape.

"What the.." Piccolo yelled as he turned just in time to block Vestige's kick. They were back in the air, each sending a full onslaught of punches and kicks each other's way. It had been this way for almost a week now, they fought and trained for close to 20 hours a day. They only broke for a quick meal and a few hours of rest.

The energy Piccolo had sensed in Vestige that he had been able to use, was slowly starting to make its' way out. They fought evenly for the most part, some time Vestige having the upper hand, others times Piccolo showing off his years of experience.

'I wonder why he never came over' Bulma thought to herself. It had been almost a week since he said he would be back. She wondered if Vegeta had scared him off, he certainly hadn't been very nice to the little guy. Maybe she should go to the Lookout and see if he is ok. 'Actually that is a really good idea' she thought to herself.

"Trunks, you want to go to the Lookout?" Bulma yelled starting to look for her little Saiyan.

A few minutes later Vegeta heard the hovercraft leave. He didn't know where she was going and why she was taking the boy, but damn she had been loud about it. Who cares, now he could train in peace. As he tried to focus on his movements in the intense gravity, his mind wandered back to that crummy planet and those crummy people. He had been struggling to keep that women and her son off his mind. Perhaps the child did have potential, but who cared he already had Trunks, and even that was more than he had wanted. 'I wonder what he is doing? Probably training with that fool Piccolo, what a waste of time.'

"Grrr" Vegeta growled angrily, once again realizing that Vestige had invaded his mind and interrupted his training.