Atoning For His Sins

"Dada!" Trunks gurgled. Bulma tightly cuddled the little boy in her arms, to soothe her worry.

"I wonder how Vegeta's doing. I just have this ache in my heart that doesn't feel right." Oh man Vegeta's out there fighting. He could be hurt or worse!

"Dada!" Trunks said again. Bulma took it as a sign of him reassuring that everything was okay.

"You're right Trunks! Vegeta is okay. After all, he is a Super Saiyan."

She looked out the kitchen window and to the vast city beyond. A storm was brewing in the distance. She placed a hand over her heart. Vegeta you better come home. Please. For Trunks...and for me.

South Island City was sporting a new look, with a very large piece of it missing. Vegeta had destroyed about a third of the island with his technique.

Hovering above what use to be the Northern District, Vegeta felt the power of the Super Saiyan leave him. His hair turned back to its usual black, as did his eyes.

"That will show those nobodies what happens when you fight the Legend." A loud cackle erupted from him. I am the best! No one can stop me!

"Vegeta! Are you crazy? You would have killed us!"

Vegeta turned to the source of the voice. It was the bald fighter who dared to yell at him. Krillin, Yamcha, Chiaotzu and Tien had miraculously survived the explosion. Yamcha and Krillin were carrying Gohan and Piccolo, respectively.

Vegeta just scowled at them. "If I hadn't done what I did, you would all have been killed by those two weaklings."

"Yeah, well, just give us a bit of warning next time?" Krillin jokingly replied, a nervous laugh evident.

The Z Fighters descended towards the island. "Man, we need to find New Namek if we're gonna have any hope of reviving Piccolo." Krillin said aloud.

"Yeah, but where is New Namek? They never told us! We don't have any way to contact them." Yamcha butted in.

"Don't worry Yamcha, we'll find a way. We always do." Krillin reassured his friend.

Suddenly, a voice was heard that chilled them all to the core. "Well, sorry to do this, but I'm gonna have to cancel your plans."

The shocked Z Fighters all froze. It can't be! They all simultaneously thought.

Vegeta quivered in shock and despair. "It...can't...be…I...beat...you!"

Seventeen and Eighteen floated above the Z Fighters. They both had rips in their clothing and a few scratches, but other than that they were fine.

"Your attack was strong, but nowhere near powerful enough to kill us. You did give me a bit of a fright though." They were glaring daggers at Vegeta. "And since you've successfully managed to piss me and my sister off, you're gonna be the next to die." At that last sentence, the android twins rushed an exhausted Vegeta.

"Vegeta!" Krillin cried out.

"Stay out of the way!" Vegeta yelled back at the Z Fighters as he dropped into a fighting stance. Looking back at his foes, he taunted them. "Bring it on!"

Seventeen went in for a punch, which Vegeta narrowly evaded. Seventeen's face was millimeters from Vegeta's. Eighteen phased behind Vegeta and went in for a leg sweep. Vegeta was forced into the air by the duo's onslaught. He began to power up to Super Saiyan, but the power had left him. I can't! I'm too exhausted!

The twins came in again, fighting like a madman in a corner. Vegeta was standing his ground, albeit with difficulty. He engaged in hand to hand combat with Seventeen, before breaking off to swing a turning back kick at Eighteen, who was attempting to sneak up on him. She ducked under his kick before joining Seventeen in the assault once again.

Their joined forces were too much for Vegeta. Although his experience and tactical sense dwarfed theirs, he was overwhelmed by their destructive power. The Androids simultaneously kicked Vegeta, who caught the kicks with his face. They followed up with a combined punch to the gut.

"Oh no. Vegeta!" Krillin shouted out in worry.

"He can't fight them! They're too strong." Yamcha said in despair. He was feeling truly hopeless. If Vegeta, a Super Saiyan, couldn't beat them, what chance did they have?

The destructive duo began to blast the Prince with Ki in a scatter shot pattern. "ARGHH," was all Vegeta could make out as the brutal attack decimated him.

Finally, his body gave out under the onslaught. Crashing into the ground, the Saiyan Prince found himself embedded within the earth. "I...can't...move." His words were laced with defeat.

"Die!" Seventeen shouted, as he charged up his Photon Flash and then launched it at the downed warrior.

"N…n...o...o." Vegeta grimaced in pain. "AHHH!"

When the dust cleared, Vegeta lay there; his form was devoid of any signs of life. Seventeen just snorted at the fallen Prince.

"Vegeta...He's gone..." Krillin managed to stutter out.

"No...Vegeta..." Yamcha muttered.

"He was our last hope." Tien hopelessly said.

Seventeen smirked, delighted at the Z Fighters' despair. Even their strongest fighters fall like mere flies against our strength.

"Just what the hell are you?" Tien asked, rage overcoming him.

Seventeen had a cold smile on his face. "We are androids created by Dr. Gero of the Red Ribbon Army." Alarm sprung on the faces of the Z Fighters.

"But I thought Goku beat them!" Yamcha said.

Seventeen's smirked widened as he before continued. "Dr. Gero managed to escape to the mountains far away. He hid away for years plotting his revenge. Thus, Eighteen and I were created. Our sole purpose was to destroy Goku."

"Goku's already dead!" Yamcha pointed out.

"We know. It was a real shame though; we would've loved to see the look on his face when we destroyed him."

"Like you ever would!" Krillin retorted.

Seventeen snorted. "You underestimate our abilities. We were created to have eons more power than Goku at his best."

The Z Fighters were in a state of disbelief.

"And if he was your last hope then you all deserve to die." Eighteen said looking back at Vegeta's unmoving body. "Hey, Eighteen, you wanna join in on the fun? Teaming up makes it just that much better." Seventeen's tone making it seem like this was no more serious than playing a game.

Eighteen just sighed. "You really are a child Seventeen." She then smirked. "But yeah, I'll join."

Seventeen laughed. "Alright then. Who wants to die first? I'll promise we'll make it quick."

All the remaining Z Fighters had looks of desperation on their faces. "We're doomed guys!" Yamcha cried out.

"Man up Yamcha!" Tien boldly stated before dropping into fighting stance. He was reluctantly followed by the others.

Seventeen just chuckled. "You are all going to die painfully."

"You're not killing anyone, coward." A voice spat out, though surely it was impossible! The shocked Z Fighters and Androids spun towards voice.

It was the half dead Prince Of All Saiyans.

"Vegeta!" Krillin yelled in shock. The Saiyan was covered in blood from head to toe, and his legs shakily supported his weight.

"Did you honestly think that a Super Saiyan would die like that? I am the Prince of All Saiyans! I will not die like some pitiful weakling without any honor."

The duo didn't say a word. They were shocked by the Princes survival. "Damn it! Why can't you just die?" Seventeen said in frustration.

"I will never die like that! I shall perish with honor!"

Vegeta began to power up. "Grr...err...err." He was calling upon Ki from his very being itself. His familiar blue aura returned defiantly shining in the face of overwhelming odds.

"Why do you even bother fighting? You know you can't win! So what are you fighting for?" Seventeen asked.

The question caught Vegeta off guard. What was he fighting for? He had spent years preparing to fight Kakarot. But now because of that blasted heart virus, he couldn't fight him. So what was he fighting for?

It simply wasn't the matter of 'what' he was fighting for. It was 'who' he was fighting for. His heart knew the answer but he wouldn't dare declare it aloud.

"To...kill...you" He muttered through his teeth.

But Seventeen wasn't buying it. "You know you can't kill me." His eye's perked up at a random thought. "Are you fighting to protect someone? Aww, does Vegeta actually have a heart?"

Vegeta just grunted. Why would I, the Prince of All Saiyans, fight for some spoiled brat such as the woman and her annoying child? A voice suddenly rang in his head. Because you care about them.

No I don't! Vegeta felt like he was insane. What was he doing? What has he become since Kakarot died? That fools feelings must've rubbed off on me.

The voice returned. You care about her, Bulma, and your son, Trunks.

NO I DON'T! Vegeta mentally shouted.

The voice echoed, You do...You always will...

"Enough. It's time to end this." Vegeta hissed.

The Saiyan Prince charged up his signature Galick Gun. But due to his fatigue, he had no Ki to maintain the attack. So, his technique was reduced to a small ball flickering like a dying flame.

Seventeen couldn't contain his laughter. "You expect me to die from that?"

Vegeta was sweating bullets as he tried to find any sort of Ki to add to his attack. His vision was blurry and his head felt light.

He didn't even feel it as his eyelids closed and he passed out.

Vegeta opened his eyelids; his head was still light and his body sore. Where am I? Have I died? He scanned his surroundings and what he saw shocked him.

He was in the kitchen of Capsule Corp.

How weird! I swear I was... dying.

His ears located heavy footsteps storming into the kitchen. "Damn you Kakarot!" Vegeta's eyes widened in shock as he saw himself.

What!? It's...me!

He watched as he saw himself pick up the table and hurl it at the wall. The poor table shattered on impact and its legs went flying.

I've seen this before...I know because...I did that! What's going on?

Meanwhile, a familiar screech tore through the air. "What the hell are you doing Vegeta!" Vegeta watched as his counterpart faced the blue haired woman.

"Don't bother me wench!" He spat out.

The woman just stood there with her hands on her hips. "You can't just go have a tantrum and wreck my kitchen!"

"Woman, if you knew how frustrating it is to train to become a Super Saiyan, I'm sure you would have burnt the house down!"

"Well if it's frustrating, why don't you just ask Goku?"

"I will not ask that third class clown on how to become a Super Saiyan!"

Bulma just sighed. "Maybe you're doing something wrong?"

"How would you know?"

"Well Goku told me he transformed because of Krillin's death. How about you focus on a sad part of your life and use it as fuel?"

"It's harder than you think woman."

"Well surely you've had feelings for somebody?"

"I've never had feelings for someone and I never will."

Bulma's gaze changed into a look of pity.

"I don't need that look woman; I'm fine enough as it is. There will be more than one way to transform and I intend to find it." With that, the stubborn Prince made a move to the exit, intending to resume training.

"Vegeta!"

The Prince turned back at Bulma. "Just what in the world is it! I have things to do!" He harshly said.

"The reason why Goku is stronger than you is because of those feelings." The Prince looked like he was about to snap. "Vegeta this may sound harsh but your emotions give you strength; not just brute training. If you carry on like this you're going to end up alone. I know you have a heart under there. Don't be afraid to show it."

Bulma left the kitchen before Vegeta could berate her. He just simply opened the door and stormed towards the gravity chamber.

What does this mean? I feel weird. What is this feeling? Warmth spread across his chest, comforting and relaxing. He felt his cold exterior melt under the warmth. "You have a heart. Don't be afraid to show it." Vegeta clutched his head as he felt the warmth envelop him.

Vegeta opened his eyes. No longer was he in the kitchen of Capsule Corp, but he was back on the island. He spent a few moments staring at the open sky before rolling over.

Seventeen and Eighteen were staring blankly at him. "And here I thought he was dead." Seventeen said.

"Vegeta!" Yamcha yelled out.

The Saiyan Prince got onto his knees before slowly standing up. The warmth he felt was gone. In its place, was a strength he wasn't aware he possessed.

Beginning to power up again, his blue aura returned stronger than ever. Vegeta was amazed by this power. With a mighty yell, he felt the power of a Super Saiyan return.

His golden Ki was brighter than ever. He relished the feeling. This is unreal! I feel stronger than ever. The Prince's cloud of harshness was beginning to clear up.

As he began to power up the Galick Gun again, power surged through him. This is for my family. The violet colored ball of Ki was like a raging fire. It was an exterior manifestation of him.

Seventeen stood his ground, opposite Vegeta. He too began to form one of his signature attacks; Photon Flash. "Now, let's see who is the strongest after all." He stated.

"It's time to end this." Vegeta in turn stated.

"Die!" They simultaneously screamed out as they launched their respective attacks. The two beams collided in the middle purple Ki clashing against golden Ki.

I can't die here! I have a son that I shall raise to become the strongest warrior of all! Images of Trunks flashed through his mind. Using it as fuel Vegeta poured it into his beam. The purple beam began to drive its opponents beam back.

"It's like they're playing a game of tug-of-war!" said Krillin.

"Where is Vegeta getting this kind of strength?" Tien asked.

Vegeta dug his feet into the earth as the beams continued to increase in size. Meanwhile, Seventeen struggled to halt the Prince's Galick Gun. "Impossible! How is he getting this much power? My data suggests he shouldn't be anywhere near this powerful."

Vegeta sensed Seventeen's struggle to keep up with his attack. Gritting his teeth, Vegeta increased the amount of Ki in his attack.

The violet beam pushed the android's attack so that it was a meter away from Seventeen. This is impossible. He's forcing me back! I'm gonna have to increase my power.

Increasing to 25% of his power, Seventeen's Photon Flash gained control of the situation. It was now Vegeta's turn to be pushed back.

Even with this new found strength of his, Vegeta sensed that he was still weaker. The thought of death crossed the Prince's mind again. Regret surfaced in his mind. If only I had more time.

"You have no chance at winning, so why don't you give up!" Seventeen yelled out.

"There isn't a chance in hell that that's gonna happen."

The two beams increased until they were the size of a building. Vegeta knew that this was one battle he wouldn't live to tell about. Trunks. Bulma. I am doing this for you.

Vegeta had one last trick up his sleeve. Controlling the Ki in his attack, Vegeta forced it to manually detonate.

The explosion of his Galick Gun stopped Seventeen's Photon Flash. A dumbstruck Seventeen could only scratch his head in confusion. The explosion in turn caused his one to detonate.

"Oh shi—."

Seventeen quickly flew up into the air. Dust covered the area, but even with his vision clouded by dust, Seventeen could make out the form of Vegeta charging at him.

The Saiyan Prince was flying towards the Seventeen. Vegeta's fist had all of his strength in it. Accepting the challenge, Seventeen rushed at Vegeta. The two fighters sped towards each other at the speed of light. Neither one was backing down. Time seemed to slow down as Vegeta and Seventeen were centimeters from clashing.

Blood rained down from the air.

The Z Fighters rubbed the dust out of their eyes, and took a moment to readjust to the environment. Their eyes grew to the size of saucers when they saw the scene before them.

Seventeen had his hand through Vegeta.

The Saiyan Prince coughed up blood. Punctured lung. Can't feel my stomach.

Seventeen had a satisfied smirk on his face. "That's better. You really suit this look."

Vegeta just chuckled. Bulma, take care of our son. He will be the one to avenge me. "I was like you. Cocky and arrogant. Those traits will be your downfall."

Seventeen merely scowled at Vegeta. "Enough of this sentimental rubbish."

The Android fired a pointblank Ki blast through Vegeta. The Saiyan Princes vision blacked out. The universe had lost its last remaining full blooded Saiyan.

Avenge me my son.

Bulma clutched her heart. Something was wrong. It felt as if a piece of her was missing. Tears flowed down her eyes as realization struck her.

"Vegeta...NO!" She screamed out before slumping down towards the ground.

Trunks too was crying. "Dada!"

Apologies on the long update. DocX didn't notify me that this chapter had returned from proof reading which means this chapter was probably ready for days.

I decided to make Vegeta have a more meaningful death rather than being murdered in cold blood. If you like this chapter and Vegeta I have an idea about writing a side story were Goku and Vegeta meet in the afterlife of this story. It would most probably be a oneshot or I could make it a short story. It really depends on if I want to or not. But if you want it, I'll write it.

Thanks to madamdegrassi16 for proofreading.

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