Vegeta unconsciously studied the capsule he held between his fingers. The prince's mind was empty of thoughts, another new trait he had obtained along with his new found feeling of depression, which he was slowly coming to accept. Even the loss of his entire race, his planet and his Saiyan family didn't seem fair to compare with what he felt for the loss of her. No, that was rage and vengeance he felt when he was younger. Could mourning feel worse than anger? His body remained heavy on the mattress he got so little sleep on. Ever since Bulma's incident, Vegeta never got a good, restful sleep, if he did at all. Either it was another night of insomnia or sore nightmares. Shadows draped Vegeta's bedroom with only a faint lamp lit up on a nightstand in the corner.

I could be training, why am I wasting my time laying here? The prince thought, though he wasn't planning on moving. Inside along with the others, Vegeta knew training was only an excuse to get away.

Damn it all

Still, the capsule twisted in his hand.

This was the second 'special' dino cap from old man. Dr. Brief came up and handed to him earlier at the party. What a mess that was. Dr. Brief hadn't said much about it. Well, it was more of Vegeta's fault for legging out of the conversation before he could explain. Perhaps he should speak with the old scientist tomorrow about the cap. Today wasn't the best day for talking.

Vegeta's mind drifted back to the party. It was a stupid move anyway, to actually think he could handle a party for a damn toddler! Spoiling a child at the age his son was could lead to a teenaged brat, like Bulma was. He didn't want to have to kill his son.

Still, Vegeta hadn't pushed open the first capsule the one apparently Bulma had designed for him. It didn't feel right to open it anyways. Vegeta didn't want to lose that feeling of her, as if when he opened it, it truly meant that Bulma was gone. No more. Nothing to keep that dumb feeling of her alive. Vegeta felt like a child refusing to give up his toy.

A true Saiyan shouldn't feel this way. He thought to himself again. How annoyed he felt every time he repeated those words to himself.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself." Vegeta mumbled out loud. "Get your ass up and do something!" He yelled at himself, as if he was speaking to another person. Just as he said, Vegeta smashed the capsule he had spent too much time with on the floor and pushed himself off the bed. Half of his mind wanted to lay down forever. Never thinking about a damn thing. The other half wanted to train until his heart bleed out his chest and his brain burst.

Pain also had started to put a soothing feeling in Vegeta. Some days, he would intentionally burst open the robot target, making sure the metal shreds would cut gashes into his flesh. Or he sent a curving energy blast out and around so it scorched his back. It was like a feeling of the much needed punishment he thought he deserved. And it was never enough.

A knock at his door shifted his attention. It was the doctor. "Vegeta, son? If you don't mind I would like to speak with you about the cap I gave you earlier."

Son… Every time the old man had called him that before the Androids, he had to stop himself for lashing insults at the man. How degrading it was to Vegeta! King Vegeta was his father and never will anybody live to say another word if they disgraced his father. Even though he had not lived long enough, King Vegeta will always be the king of all Saiyans. That title will not be purloined from him and passed down to himself, the prince of all Saiyans. But now the prince knew Dr. Brief only said it out of solace to him. A regretful groan of admittance sounded from the prince's throat.

Vegeta turned to the door and eased his tightened knuckles. His hand wrapped around the handle and opened the door. Dr. Brief's eyes scanned Vegeta's body, which was shirtless and bruised. "Whoa, my boy, you need to get those fixed up again. Weren't you listening when I asked you not to use the damaged targets?" The purple haired man squinted at the marks of his chest.

Trying his best to ignore the concern of Dr. Brief had with him, Vegeta said, "Yes, explain."

"Oh right!" Dr. Brief shifted his glasses up to his nose remembering the reason he came in the first place. "That capsule was the one I've been working on for some time since you and Trunks returned. Yes, but it is actually not for you… No, I've been working endlessly to get this present perfect for my grandson, your son Trunks. I know, I know. I think I've done what I can to understand… This. The Androids. Yes, I know." The doctor paused for a moment, taking his eyes off of Vegeta and to the floor. Vegeta's eyebrows burrowed at him. "You know the situation and I'm sure you won't need me. But my wife, my animals, the only things that matter to me, besides you and Trunks, they don't know they're going to die."

I matter to you? Vegeta automatically thought to himself.

"I've had over a dozen notices from all around the world about the Androids killing by the millions. The people in this town are too gullible to pay attention. I'm not as dumb to get as easily distracted as they are. You know they press has shoved the first attack off as an action movie rehearsal gone wrong? I remember when I never thought about dying. I thought I also had the Dragon Balls to fix mistakes. They're gone now. We can't be wished back to life anymore… My daughter. I keep telling myself she was just out taking samples of the newly discovered asteroid up north for the last week or so, like she told me before she left with Trunks. She's dead isn't she?" Vegeta stared at the old man with his lying eyes. Dr. Brief glanced back up to the Saiyan son-in-law and what he saw in return were emotionless, black eyes. Good thing Vegeta didn't lose that part of him yet. Inside, he felt wretched to see the man forcing himself to talk about what he was talking about. What was he supposed to tell him? That he couldn't save Bulma? He said the only thing he could.

"I'm sorry." Vegeta finally answered. The doctor's eyes lit up in realization. "No, no, no, I apologize; I just got myself carried away. I shouldn't have said anything."

The doctor regained his usual mood and continued on. "Let's return back to the dino capsule! You haven't opened it, have you?" Vegeta shook his head. "Thank you, I wanted Trunks to be the first to pop the sucker open. Ha! Yes, well, I should explain what's in it. Basically, I've constructed a weapon of mass destruction." He continued after a moment of letting it sink in, "And I want you to give it to him when you know the time is right. I think that's all I need to say about that." A slightly confused look wiped upon Vegeta's face.

The hell is this supposed to mean? What does he mean 'weapon of mass destruction'? Surely he didn't clone me and put me in the capsule! He thought. The scientist noticed and explained further. "Well perhaps I should tell you more about it. Well this weapon has been specially crafted for Trunks when he is grown and trained. You should not give this to him when he'd still young, that would be deadly. Ha ha! I've made computer calculations of his exact physique to its fullest potential. I designed it for that kind of body build since I know you will train him to the top of his prowess. I believe you can figure out the reason I made it."

The Androids.

"This brings me to the ship I finished, I- "

"Show me." Vegeta said with no interest in further conversation.

(a/n) Thank you for waiting for this chapter. I just haven't taken time to write any earlier. Hope you enjoy, I'll be writing more.