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"Chapter Three;
Your Name Is..."

The albino sat awake in his room, fiddling with his thumbs as the moonlight shined through his window. It had been a month since he had woken up in Capsule Corp. He couldn't believe how much had happened in that short period of time. Bulma and Vegeta had taken him in, having had absolutely no luck in finding out where he came from and who he was, to begin with.

He was in even more of an awe at the thought that the man he now had to call Tou-san had actually stopped searching for the answer. The Saiyan Prince, the amnesiac found, was far too stubborn, naive, as well as persistent to even think about it. Yet, he once again found himself surprised when the eldest male of the family perked up at the idea...he had even named him that day.

Lying down, hands behind his head, the turquoise-eyed-teen's thoughts drifted back to how it all happened.

- About Two Weeks Ago

The child was still staying with the family, having grown into a routine from having been awake for almost a week. He had gotten used to his surroundings, the people who lived in the building, as well as the very strange dreams he had been having since then. The same dream that takes him to a barren, icy-wasteland, with snow blazing all around him, and a large, ice dragon roaring through; red eyes darted his way as if it was trying to speak to him.

At this point in the dream, he'd regularly wake up to Trunks jumping up and down on the bed he had been allowed to use until such time his father-Vegeta, he soon learned his name to be-calmly told his son to stop bothering him and to get dressed or he wouldn't get breakfast. By such time the youngest male left the room, the amnesiac was sitting straight up and already beginning to get out of bed before such time the head of the household told him to get ready.

After getting dressed in the clothes Bulma had bought him; a baby blue t-shirt, a pair of flared white pants, as well as a pair black shoes; he headed into the dining hall to eat breakfast. He quickly got used to the sound of Vegeta horking down his plates of food, so he simply ate calmly while Trunks suggested the different games they could play; he had grown inclined to make the boy happy rather quickly, so most of his day was spent with him.

This morning, Bulma had spoken through the silence, and gave news. "Goku, Chi-Chi and the others are coming over today. So, Trunks, remember to be a good example for Goten and Vegeta, please try not to get as violent as you did the last time they came over." She told them simply before looking at the clueless boy out of the three. "Don't be worried about them; they're good people, and they already know what happened to you, so you don't need to worry about having to explain yourself." She told him.

He sighed of relief. He didn't want to imagine how awkward it would be having to explain why you couldn't tell someone your name. It was awkward enough around the little boy-whom of which was still trying to think of a new name for him. It felt as if he were a pet of some kind when Trunks continuously thought of these names, but for the sake of being polite to one of his hosts and to not get in trouble with his father, he had only quietly declined them; not liking how either of them sounded.

Within a few hours, just an hour before lunch, the doorbell rang. Trunks and the amnesiac were playing hide and seek again, Vegeta had just gotten back from his morning workout, and Bulma was cooking in the kitchen, preping lunch that Chi-Chi would soon be helping him with. "Vegeta, can you get the door?" She called, her hands currently full from having to make lunch for not just a pack of people, but for two Saiyans as well.

Begrudgingly, Vegeta answered the door. "Hey, Vegeta! How ya been?" A new voice rang. The two boys looked up just in time to notice another family. The albino recognized them from a picture Bulma had shown him after they finished up breakfast. Goku and Chi-Chi, husband and wife, and parents of two boys; Gohan, who appeared older than the albino, and Goten, who he learned was a year younger than Trunks.

"Just get in here, Kakkerot!" The Saiyan Prince demanded, already annoyed by the other Saiyan's presence. This made the turquoise-eyed male shrink back; he was still afraid of Vegeta, and he didn't like it when his fuse was lit. It was just plain uncomfortable to him, and when Vegeta got that way, he wanted to turn tail and run. Of course, he never said it, knowing the man would either not care or just get even more angry.

"Good to see you, Vegeta." Gohan interfered, having promised Bulma he would do whatever he could to avoid damage to the house.

"Whatever." Vegeta said, walking away and not saying another word.

The mystery boy watched from his hiding place behind a potted fern as the rest of the people walked in. Krillin, his daughter Maron and his wife 18, her brother 17, Master Roshi, Oolong, Yamcha, and Tien. "Hey, Vegeta!" Krillin greeted. "Where's that kid Bulma told us about?" He pondered, looking forward to meeting the kid. It's not everyday you meet an amnesiac...

"Hiding behind a tree over there." Vegeta stated, pointing to the boy's hiding place as Trunks was still looking for him.

Said four-year-old gasped. "Tou-san!" He yelled. "That's cheating; you can't tell me where he's hiding." He complained, giving his father a childish pout.

Vegeta let out a light chuckle, amused by his son's antics. "I'm sorry, Trunks. Now, why don't you bring your new friend out to meet everybody?" He suggested, encouragingly.

Piping up with a smile, Trunks retrieved the boy from his hiding spot; dragging him out so as to meet everyone. The albino's immediate reaction to the sight of other people staring at him was to to look away; feeling absolutely awkward around the everyone he saw. He didn't have a clue on how he could greet himself, or talk with these people when he didn't even know a thing about himself.

The others had greeted him kindly, but he only waved at them awkwardly since he didn't know what else to do. Trunks playfully tugged on his sleeve. "Come on! You can meet everyone while we try to pick names." He suggested, smiling. Not in the mood to make the young child upset, he went along with him, once again having to deal with different names being brought his way, now from other people; ones he had all rejected politely because he didn't find any of them suiting.

Everyone soon stopped when Bulma and Chi-Chi called out for lunch. The boy found it surprising that there was a man that had the exact same appetite as the short-tempered man Trunks called his father, but Chi-Chi waved him off; saying that Goku and Vegeta were of the same species, and hence forth, had the same appetites. This only provoked the twosome to an eating contest.

It took almost twenty minutes for the males to finish eating-at which point, everyone else had finished. Seeing that they had a draw, they began to fight each other, leaving the amnesiac sitting there absolutely dumbfounded. "It's okay!" Yamcha said. "They fight like that regularly; give it a little while, they'll stop." He guaranteed, smiling down at him. The albino just gazed at the man as if the words he spoke were foreign. That didn't look like it was gonna happen anytime soon.

Ten minutes in, the boy had started washing dishes for Bulma. Everyone else was waiting for the violent duo to be done, yet watching with anticipation. Battles seemed to excite them, but the boy found it pointless, so he went to help Bulma clean; he was freeloading in her house, wearing the clothes she bought and eating the food off her table; she deserved the help.

"Hey kid! Watch out!" A voice shouted. Turning his head just in time, the boy noticed that Vegeta had went through another round of punches and evaded another set heading his way; leaving Goku running in the boy's direction with a fist just a foot away from his face.

Reacting quickly, the boy grabbed Goku's fist, turned the Saiyan over and held his arm behind his back; twisting it slightly so he'd stop moving. "Woah, woah! Okay!" Goku shouted, astonished by the kid's grip. "Vegeta, have you been training this kid or something?" He questioned his opponent, a bit distracted.

Vegeta was just as surprised as Goku; blinking several times and just staring at the boy who had successfully restrained Goku and whom of which was glaring with ice daggers coming out of his eyes. The feeling he got from the child was enough to chill the entire room. Now, Vegeta knew the boy was something else, but he didn't expect to see this.

Snapping out of his daze the boy released Goku, taking a few steps back at noticing the people staring at him. "Um, sorry..." he trailed off before racing up the stairs and to his room. "How the hell did that happen?" He wondered, rather surprised with himself. He didn't even know he could do that for Pete's sake.

Later that evening, Vegeta showed up. He was giving the boy the same expectant look he had given him before; spelling out his suspicion of the child. "What happened down there?" He questioned the younger male, crossing his arms.

The albino shook his head. "I don't know!" He admitted. "The first thing I noticed was a fist flying towards me, then all of that happened; like I've done it before. I didn't know what I was doing until I noticed everyone staring at me." He informed the man honestly, voice threatening to betray him. He was still afraid of Vegeta and he knew full well that lying to him would be a mistake.

The Saiyan prince stood where he was for a little while; still rather annoyed that the boy had no real answer; before sighing in exasperation. He had to keep reminding himself that the boy was frightened of him and that if he did have a real answer, he would have long since spilled on it. Still, the fact he could react to Goku's attack like that gave him an idea; one he'd hope would help the child with his amnesia.

"Fine, then," he told the child, receiving a surprised stare; it wasn't often you heard Vegeta being calm, even at home, "but you're joining me for training in the morning to make up for it." The child hesitantly nodded at the man. Vegeta smirked. "Good then. We start after breakfast; no exceptions." He informed the boy as he left the child's room.

Morning dawned the next morning, the usual routine taking place before reaching breakfast where the amnesiac found himself caught in the center of a marital argument. "He's not able to handle training, Vegeta! Have you even thought about how it could effect him?" Bulma asked; far from pleased by what her husband had told her.

Vegeta, looking up from his plate of food, calmly replied: "I have, and I don't see much of an issue; if he's able to defend an incoming attack from Kakkerot, then he'll be able to handle morning training."

"He did that by reflex!"

"And how does a child grow a reflex to an incoming attack if they're not trained?" He rhetorically asked; catching the woman off guard. It became apparent to the boy why Vegeta wanted him to join him for morning training; if he was able to defend himself, it would mean that wherever he was from, someone had taught him how to defend himself. And for what it appeared, that ability was still within his subconscious.

The albino looked up at his hostess; a calm expression resting on his features. "It's fine by me," he told her, receiving a pair of surprised stares; Bulma knew that the albino was frightful of Vegeta and feared for his well-being, whereas the Saiyan Prince believed that the boy would be just as hesitant as he was the night before for similar reasons.

The boy's eyes softened; giving them a kind smile before saying: "If I was trained by somebody, then in theory, if I train with Vegeta-san, I'll eventually start remembering them. Right?" He looked at Vegeta; wondering if his thoughts pointed towards Vegeta's means of motive. The man, albeit caught off guard by the statement, solemnly nodded at the boy with a serious expression tracing his features.

Satisfied, the boy went to finish his plate of food before turning to bring it into the kitchen. He was stopped when Vegeta took his empty plate and placed a new one in front of him; one filled with so much food, it almost overflowed. "Eat," the older male commanded before returning to his own food. The albino listened with great reluctance; he couldn't see how he could eat anymore food than what he already had.

After being forced to consume five plates of breakfast, Vegeta finally allowed the boy to go rinse his dishes and told him to get changed into shorts and a tank top before heading into the training room. He also told the boy that if he wasn't done by then, he should start stretching his muscles as a way to warm up. Naturally, he did as told.

Just as the child finished stretching out his right leg, the Saiyan Prince entered the training arena; his ever-serious expression replaced with one mixing with confidence and curiosity; this should be interesting. "Get in position; let's see what you're made of, kid!" He said, amused; Vegeta didn't expect to focus on training a child until Trunks was older, but he was intrigued, regardless. If this kid could hold his own, than he should make for a decent challenge.

They both took their stances; watching the other for any form of movement that could indicate the others' attack strategy. The child didn't know what to expect from Vegeta, so he was being careful; Vegeta just didn't know what to expect, so he stood away from the child...

...for all but a minute...

In a flash, Vegeta appeared before the boy; landing a good punch to the boy's cheek. The child was shot back; skidding on his back in the process. Coming to a rest, he groaned from pain. His whole cheek was sore. The Saiyan Prince, however, was a little disappointed. "Tsk. Pathetic." The man exclaimed with a distinct disappointed tone.

The albino groaned as he rolled over onto his side. He rubbed his sore face before he heard the elder man bark at him. "Get up," was said with a sharp command. Fear motivated the boy onto his feet in a flash. Just seconds later, he stood before the Saiyan Prince again. Vegeta twisted his head with a hmph. "At least you can get on your feet again."

Vegeta told him to take his stance again which the albino did with a little bit more reluctance than before. He was starting to regret agreeing to this when Vegeta appeared before him in a flash yet again. The boy saw the Saiyan coming at him with another punch. This time, he was able to grab the man's fist in time. But the quicker and stronger Saiyan Prince freed himself and rammed an elbow into the boy's stomach; sending him once again back to the floor.

"What is this?" the man said with further disappointment. "Those are my weakest attacks and you can't even stop them properly? Are you even trying?"

"I-I'm trying," the albino coughed.

"Then try harder!" the older man shouted. The boy groaned as he held his stomach; feeling like he had just been hit with a baseball bat to the gut. "Get up!" Vegeta growled. The albino tried but he couldn't collect himself; the pain in gut intense. He started to realize just how dangerous this man could be. If the pain was this great from his weakest attacks, he could very well take down an entire army if he really went at it!

"I said get up!" Vegeta shouted again. With wobbly legs, the boy staggered to his feet. He glanced at the Saiyan Prince who stood feet away. "Was it a fluke?" The man thought to himself. He's come at the boy twice and nothing like before has happened yet. "Come at me," Vegeta ordered; trying a different strategy. Maybe if the kid had a chance. The child came at him and threw a punch of his own. But the Saiyan didn't seem the least bit fazed by the punch to his stomach; albeit he did at least feel something to it.

The Saiyan Prince bent down and punched the child in his gut again. Said child stumbled back and fell to the floor again. Now Vegeta was growing increasingly more frustrated. He was holding back his strength and slowing them down as much as he can and yet the albino still could not repeat what he had done with Kakarot. "I guess it was just a fluke."

Vegeta figured that if he continued to beat the boy up without any results, Bulma would scream at him to no end, and he ha enough of a headache as it was. "Get up. I'm not gonna waste any more time with you if you can't do any more than this," Vegeta growled again. He looked at the boy again and saw that he was still lying on the floor. Groaning with frustration, the older man started walking towards the child. Said child glanced up and saw a long metal pipe on the floor; having been left there from some earlier maintenance repairs. A sudden, unexplainable urge came over the child. He picked up the pipe.

"Come on, boy. That's enough," Vegeta said before he suddenly stopped; a strange atmosphere filling the air. That chill again, that feeling from the incident with Kakarot... it was back. "What?" The Saiyan Prince exclaimed, having been caught off guard by it. He looked around the room and saw what appeared to be frost forming on the walls. "What the hell?"

Vegeta turned his gaze back at the boy when he stood up. As the child glared at him, the chill seemed to intensify. His eyes glowed with a bright icy blue; further adding to the chill in the room. It was the same from when he restrained Kakarot. And the energy... it was the same he had sensed when he found the boy. As Vegeta stared at him, the albino gripped the pipe with both hands and came straight at him.

The Saiyan Prince couldn't react in time before he was struck with such force to his face; he stumbled back and knelt down on one knee; gripping the injury in the process. It was at this moment that the child suddenly snapped out of his daze and glanced at the Saiyan. He saw the older man in some form of pain. Looking down at his hand, he saw the pipe and dropped it instantly once he realized what he had done.

"I-I'm sorry!" He stuttered, not wanting the man to be angry with him. He didn't know what came over him, but watching as Vegeta shook his head to regain focus, the boy became more paralyzed. As soon as he did, he felt something sliding down his face from his brow. He lightly touched the spot on his brow and drew his hand back. What he saw made his eyes widen with surprise.

Blood.

And what's more, he had been struck with the part of the pipe that was purely blunt; meaning that the force he had felt and the force that made him bleed... had come from the albino child. This was a complete surprise. But it also revealed something about the child. With his fists, he couldn't do much. But with a weapon; that was an entirely different story. "I'm sorry!" Vegeta heard the boy shout again, snapping him out of his thought process. "I-I didn't mean too, I just saw the pipe and something came over me!"

"Pick it up." Vegeta calmly said. The albino was confused. "W-What?" he stuttered again. "I said pick it up," the elder man said as he faced the child. "Pick it up and attack me again." The albino was even further confused by the Saiyan's demand.

The boy blinked a couple times before stating: "Why? I don't understand."

"Because you clearly know how to use a weapon. And you can pack enough power in that swing to make me bleed." The Saiyan Prince explained briefly. The albino looked down at the pipe and slowly picked it up. As he held it; he did get this feeling that seemed familiar in a strange way. Perhaps he used to use a weapon. The child looked at the older man again. Vegeta got into his stance and nodded.

Griping the pipe with both hands again, the amnesiac came at the Saiyan Prince again; feeling more confident with the weapon in his hand. He swung the pipe from the side; the older man blocking it with his arm. Vegeta swung his fist at the boy but the child deflected it with the pipe with little trouble; leaving the Saiyan slightly stunned.

The child took advantage and swung the pipe again; making contact with the man's gut. Once again, Vegeta found the pain to be greater than what a pipe can normally bring. This further proved that the power he was feeling in the strikes were coming from the albino. "Not bad, kid." He said with his classic grin. The child was actually a little pleased. The Saiyan Prince was pleased by this.

"Do you want me to keep going, Vegeta-san?" The albino said with less fear.

"Keep going? What did I say before we started?! I want to see what you're made of! Give me everything you've got!" Vegeta said with excitement. His hunch had been right; the child has trained before!

Even the amnesiac had to admit that he was a bit excited as well. As he continued to train with the Saiyan Prince, he found himself feeling more at ease doing this than playing games with Trunks. With every strike, the hits got harder from the child; every reflex began to show. The boy was a natural with a weapon; that was clear! Vegeta's focus shifted for a second; "What kind of weapon did he use?" he thought.

The momentary lapse ended when the child did something completely unexpected. A growing yell from the boy focused the Saiyan's attention back onto him. Vegeta gasped when he saw what looked like a dragon made of ice come flying at him! His reflexes snapped into action and the older man destroyed the ice dragon with an energy blast. With a loud shriek, the dragon disappeared and everything settled. Vegeta was in shock. That dragon of ice had come from the amnesiac!

"Did you do that?!" Vegeta gasped; still trying to grasp what he had just seen. That was something he hadn't been expecting, but regardless, he had to know about the ability.

"I, uh... Yes." The boy replied, his hesitance starting to resurface.

"How?!" Vegeta demanded.

The boy flinched, taking a couple steps back before answering. "I... I don't know. I just... Did it!" the albino explained; trying to be as honest as he could. Truthfully he had no idea how it happened. All he did know was that the dragon he had somehow summoned was the same he has been seeing in his dreams, surprising him greatly.

Vegeta was obviously not happy with the reply; gritting his teeth while grabbing the bridge of his nose in order to withhold his frustration. The dragon had to be something significant, there was no doubt about that. But how was what he couldn't answer, and unfortunately, neither could the boy.

Silence filled the room for what felt like forever. The longer it prolonged, the more uncomfortable the albino got. The Saiyan Prince was still in the same position he got into after the child replied and he was honestly hoping the man wasn't still mad. "Go get cleaned up, kid." The man ordered suddenly, alarming the latter. The child looked at Vegeta's ever-intimidating stare, realizing quickly that this wasn't a remark to ignore or question. With that, he nodded silently and left.

After a hot shower, the boy got dressed and went to the dining room. Everyone had already started eating, and no one bothered to ask him how training went. Trunks smiled at him and started talking about more games they had to play with each other, Vegeta didn't look up at nor glanced at him, and Bulma just welcomed him with a plate of food; a look in her eyes telling him that she knew something, but simply refused to bring it up. No doubt being the thing Vegeta had witnessed earlier that day.

"Ryuzaki." Vegeta suddenly said as he collected another plate, making the boy look up at him. Vegeta turned to the albino; a rarely calm expression on his face. "From now on, your name is Ryuzaki."

- Present

So there the boy sat; a new name and a new family to start life with. Vegeta still made him train daily, but that one time they saw the ice dragon was the only time they saw it. Ryuzaki would dream sometimes, and occasionally he'd see the beast in the field of ice again. But as it was now, he did not see the beast, nor could he summon it. In a sense, he didn't mind. Ryuzaki was tired of focusing on a past he couldn't remember; he just wanted to embrace his new life with his family.

But still, he couldn't forget the dragon's significance; it was the reason Vegeta gave this name to him, anyways, and he wasn't going to let the albino forget. His new father must have known that without a lead to go on, he wouldn't find out anything about the boy's past, and decided it best to wait and allow the opportunity to reveal itself; after all, the boy wasn't going to be without his memories, forever.

Regardless, Ryuzaki rolled on his side, looking forward to the next part of his daily routine; a place of learning that his mother called school.