Today was the day Vegeta could finally leave the damn planet. Vegeta crossed his arms as he stood before the massive tarp that confined the great ship. Standing beside him, Dr. Brief chewed his lip, hoping his tedious son-in-law wouldn't get too mad at any imperfections. The prince stepped forward. "I assume you already have it ready to take off?" The doctor gave the prince a side glance and laughed. "It is. I'd like for you to see it now, Vegeta." The old man raised both hands and clutched the tarp, slowly revealing the magnificent ship underneath. The doctor couldn't help but slip a small smile at his hard work. The metal glowed in the light and a half smirk curved Vegeta's lips. So far, the Saiyan was impressed. One look at the ship and Vegeta knew it had been greatly improved since the last time he checked on it. No words were uttered as his arms uncrossed and stepped closer to the machine.
Finally! This is it, Bulma. The first step to avenging you. Vegeta half closed his eyes as he thought of her. This was the part of the answer to solve all his problems. Although he was ashamed to admit it, he knew he couldn't take on the Androids by himself. He damned near died with the rest of the others the last time. And if he's learned anything about his hybrid son, it's that he has potential to be a weapon of mass destruction. Proper discipline and training could shape Trunks into the one to destroy the Androids once and for all.
Behind the prince, Dr. Brief squared his shoulders and broke the silence, "Would you like me to show you anything, my boy?" Vegeta turned his head slightly back towards the old man. He opened his mouth to answer, but another voice spoke. "Shame on you," Standing in the door way in a skimpy red nightgown was his mother-in-law. Resting on her shoulder was Trunks appearing cranky from his disturbed sleep. "You promised me you'd fetch me when you showed Vegeta the surprise. Shame, shame, shame!" Mrs. Brief walked forward and pursed her lips at her husband who rolled back his eyes. "Darling, please, let Vegeta be. Can't you see this is not the time to barge in and distract him?" She strutted passed the scientist and continued towards her son-in-law. "Oh Vegeta, sweetie, you surely don't plan on leaving yet?" She cradled his son in her arms and broadly smiled up at him. This got the prince thinking.
He constantly contemplated his plan of flying off with the ship to train when he wasn't thinking of her. The plan was that the moment the ship was ready, they were leaving. He was going to teach Trunks the basis of battle, along with prepping his body to the high gravity. But how what would the old lady think of that? Vegeta already guessed she'd throw a fit if she knew of that. Before sinking further into the thought, he stopped himself.
Why am I wasting my time thinking about how the she'd feel?
Why was it so easy for Vegeta to become attached to people who care for him? First the Bulma, and now her parents? It didn't matter. Soon, he'd be back to his old self. No, not the evil man he once was. He was too far along in his life now to turn back to those days. He'd be constantly pestered by the, lack of a better term, memories of torture Frieza tormented upon him.
No. They can die here for all I care. They've served my needs long enough.
Yet again Vegeta internally fought with himself. The new person, not only Earth, but Bulma shaped him into wanted to stay and do his best to keep his new family, even with the time frame until the Androids came was coming to an end. However, the old him wanted to leave them here in West City to die. Maybe even kill them himself just to give him a spark that he desperately needed. He needed the burst of fire. Not to keep himself alive but to keep his son alive. With the last thought in Vegeta's mind, he had decided the life he wanted to live. A life where his only goal was to avenge his wife. No matter what it took, he would make it possible.
The prince lowered his eyes, avoiding any more eye contact. It wasn't the time to be sentimental.
"Is there anything I should be informed about the ship?" He turned away from Mrs. Brief. Dr. Brief looked back at him and opened his mouth to reply, "Note that what I have built isn't completely indestructible. It's built around that intense training you do," He walked toward Vegeta as he spoke. "However, I constructed a special modification within it." Vegeta's eyes tightened at the doctor who said nothing more about it. "Are you going to explain what you are talking about or are you just going to stand there like an idiot?" The Saiyan tightened his jaw. Vegeta could see in his peripheral vision that both husband and wife turned their heads at Vegeta in surprise for being so sarcastic. A small part of the prince regretted talking so harshly at them. Since staying at the Capsule Corp. Vegeta never really showed any back talk to Bulma's parents unless something serious needed to be done. He waited for an answer and said nothing more. "Don't worry I'll explain." Dr. Brief replied after a few moments as he crossed his arms behind his back. The prince stifled another sarcastic comeback when he saw the old man's eyes nudged towards his wife. The prince saw that his father-in-law meant, and it wasn't time for that talk now so he needed respect that. Vegeta's head slightly fell down, showing Dr. Brief he understood.
As if planned, Trunks began whimpering. The three adults turned their heads towards the child. "Poor baby, are you tired?" Mrs. Brief cuddled her grandson closer. "Of course the boy is, you woke him up just to take him in here to see the ship." Dr. Brief said abruptly with a rare tone of annoyance. Mrs. Brief ignored her husband.
Vegeta gave the toddler a short sided glance. Odd, Trunks had never whined without a reason before. The young half Saiyan's whimpers grew into a soft cry the more his grandmother rocked him. "I'll take him back to his room and tuck him in, don't move a muscle. I'll be back." With that, the blonde grandmother slipped out of the lab leaving the two men behind.
Dr. Brief relaxed with a sigh. "Wouldn't want the lady to hear what I'm about to tell you. Well, you know," The doctor hinted at the conversation he two had had. Vegeta silently waited for an explanation of the 'new modification' the doctor had said as he waited for the old man to light a cigarette. "Basically what I added to this machine was a feature that allows only you to program it to self-destruction. All you need is to press the intercom button on the gravity machine, hold it for five seconds, and say 'Apt self-destruction'. " He stuck the cigarette to his lips. Vegeta couldn't think of any reason for a self-destruction add-on to be necessary. "What in the world would I need that for?" Dr. Brief blinked, thinking of a good thing to tell Vegeta. "You never know."
Vegeta snorted at the answer. Psh, as if I'll use it anyways, it doesn't matter.
"She would never allow me to add on such a device on the ship. I wouldn't have either...but-" Trust me, doctor, Trunks will be wishing to be self-destructed after I'm done with him. Vegeta thought to himself.
A cry from the hallway ended the short conversation. "I don't know what's wrong with the little rascal!"Mrs. Brief strutted through the door with flailing arms smacking her face. "Wahh! NO NO NO." Trunks screamed at the top of his small lungs. Along with taking his first baby steps, Trunks had mastered the concept of No which he continually forced upon the Briefs family, but never had he once shouted it at his father, Vegeta. Saiyan children naturally knew who the authority of them was. Overwhelmed with the screaming toddler, Mrs. Brief plunked him on the floor to avoid getting another slap in the face.
"I see the problem." With that, Dr. Brief patted the lavender topped boy with one hand, which was fiercely bitten by the child. "Whoa there, sport! You want your father, don't you?"
Vegeta's eyes fell down to the little pissed off toddler standing front of him. For a second, a flash of fear flickered in the boy's eyes."Da!" Trunks balled his fingers and punched up into the air. "No good, da! No good!"
The little boy stared up at his father, hoping his daddy could do something to comfort him. Trunks didn't like the feeling that churned the butterflies in his small stomach. The grandma was too loud and the grandpa distracted Trunks too much. He wanted Vegeta.
No good? What's no good? The prince thought. Trunks began to grab at his legs."Stop that, Trunks!" He snapped, becoming dangerously irritated at the boy's behavior.
*ZING*
"What in the hell was that?" Vegeta stepped back and held his breath. His fists gripped at his sides as he concentrated his senses. "WAAHHHH!" A hollering Trunks was now rolling on the floor, clawing at his shirt. Vegeta couldn't tell if his son was in pain or if he was just scared. Trunks must have felt that too. That sensation. That couldn't have been just anything. And with that last thought, Vegeta realized what was happening. "Not now! Shit, shit! I'm not ready yet!" The prince screamed to himself. Effortlessly, the Saiyan charged up, ready for the fight that was soon to come. My son, he can sense them. He sensed them before I did! The Androids are here at last. The prince thought as he stared wide-eyed at the boy
"I'll slaughter them!" Vegeta sharply whispered to himself. Wait. He needed to focus. Fighting the Androids Alone? He needed to get a grip or everyone would get killed here. Coming back into sight, he numbed this implusive feeling.
"What's happening? What's wrong with my grandson? Vegeta? Are you okay?" The blonde rushed the questions at Vegeta. From behind, Dr. Brief held his wife. Just as Vegeta knew what the situation was, he did also. The two men looked at each other. Both of them knew what Vegeta had to do. Dr. Brief squeezed his wife's hand.
"Bunny, my dear you need to get yourself down the understory. No time to explain. Don't worry, no questions, just go!" Mrs. Briefs looked at her husband. With one last glimpse of her husband of many years, she knew he was serious and dashed to the door. A loud explosion outside sounded off and Mrs. Brief yelped. Before leaving, she called back. "Vegeta, whatever is happening, don't let our family get hurt!" And with that she disappeared in a rush.
I can't promise you two anything, but for my son, I will promise everything. Vegeta nodded and watched her leave. Just as he thought to himself earlier, he couldn't risk wasting time saving both of these people any longer.
Once again, another explosion erupted, but this time, it felt as if the Androids were right above them. Both Dr. Brief and Vegeta rushed to the ship. Trunks hopped after them, not wanting to be alone when he was feeling threatened. "Hurry, I'll get Trunks inside and you start up the ship. I've already set course to a nearby planet for you two to stay until you plan otherwise!" Dr. Brief snatched the crying child into his arms and carried him in the ship. A thought popped into his head as he pressed the buttons for takeoff. Bulma's capsule! He would never leave that behind, even at a time like this.
"Hold on!" Vegeta shouted as he dashed out the pressure door. "Vegeta, no time!" Dr. Brief yelled back, though too late.
After swiftly running down the hall ways of the corporation, he finally reached end of the building. The training should be up ahead. Almost there. Vegeta thought to himself. Turning the corner to his room, he felt the floor shake. He had to hurry before it was too late. The next corner was the hall his room was on, he was almost there… "Fucking damn it!" Vegeta dropped to his knees. It was all Vegeta could say as he looked at the rubble covering the hall. The ceiling busted through the floor and nothing was left of his room. The moon shone through where the ceiling was supposed to be. It was too late.
"There's no way I would be able to find it in time…" For a few moments Vegeta just stood. I lost her. I lost the last piece of her that I had. Vegeta hated this! The prince raised his arm and shot a chi energy blast at the already ruined hallway. More debris exploded in front of him. He hated everything. He hated himself. He hated the Androids for killing the one person who he loved and whom loved him back. He hated Frieza for killing his people, his planet, his father. It wasn't even relevant to what was happening, but he hated Kakarot for what he did. He died before he could even stop the Androids. Another thing to add on Vegeta's list the third class fucker shit on him. It was Kakarot's fault that Bulma died! It was all because of him. And that bastard Gohan. Kakarot's saw that coward run away like a bitch when the damn robots came. No even a single blast was fired! The brat was supposed to be more powerful than even he himself! Gohan could have stopped them! Even with these thoughts, Vegeta knew he would somehow make them pay. He will make everyone pay.
I have to get back.
Vegeta pulled himself off the ground and nearly blasted himself back to the lab.
"Vegeta, inside! Now! They've already demolished the top of the room. If they get inside, you both will die!" Dr. Brief shouted holding his hand firmly above the button for the ship to finally take off.
Vegeta had already got himself inside the pressure door of the ship. "Is Trunks in here?!" He shouted at the old man.
"Don't worry, he is," Vegeta jabbed for the button to close the door. "Wait! I need you to listen to me for a second." Vegeta stopped his finger and looked over at the doctor with wide eyes. "Don't forget us, Vegeta. Don't let Trunks forget about us either. Will you please do that? I love you, my boy. I love you like a son. Bunny and I always thought of you as family. And Bulma too. Boy, that girl did love you and your son, Vegeta. Now, go, and don't you dare forget what I said, you hear?" And with that last lovely note, a menacing laugh from above was heard.
NO!
Floating with a faux harmless look were two mass murderers. One raised a hand to his face and laughed into it.
"Hahaha! Good speech, old geezer. 18 and I nearly cried! So sad! Isn't that right, Number 18?"
It was the Androids.
(a/n) So I spent hours on this chapter instead of homework, so I wrote more than usual. I also want you to tell me whether or not you'd like my idea of starting a sequel to Extra Cargo, but with Trunks as a teenager and in his pov. Thanks for reading. Please review!
PS I might have made mistakes, I wrote so much today I couldn't possibly go back and re-read it all tonight. I will later on to correct them. Also, I re-wrote all my previous chapters, so please re-read them because I added nearly 400 words to most of them. Thanks