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Revival

Vegeta-sei used to be beautiful. It had been that way even when ruled by the Tuffles, and perhaps it was that reason why the Saiyans had fought so hard for it. Though not a traditional beauty- with blood red skies and harsh deserts, there was power there. There was something strong, willful, and that made the Saiyans want to stay.

"Our original home had been destroyed." King Vegeta shuffled through papers on his desk, obviously frustrated. But he continued to look down, not looking at his son in front of him. "We had to move here."

The young prince grunted. "That doesn't exactly answer any of my questions."

"Don't you have training to do, Vegeta?" The frustration was apparent in his voice. King Vegeta glanced to the guards at his sides, "Won't you take Prince Vegeta back to the training grounds? He needs to..."

"No, father." Prince Vegeta crossed his arms and steadied himself in the chair in front of his father's desk. It was rare to find his father in here; the man hated paperwork and anything so incredibly passive. He usually welcomed Vegeta's probing questions or requests for new warriors to fight or any distraction, but something was stressing him out.

The king rolled his eyes and scratched his beard. Leaning back into his plush chair, King Vegeta pushed the paperwork aside with one long sweep. "Do you know why the Saiyans had to move, Vegeta? Because the original Super Saiyan was wildly out of control and decimated the planet. Your great ancestor was the one who helped the Saiyans migrate to Vegeta-sei, but I will not allow an incident like that to happen again. You need to train."

He was always a stubborn child, and this would be no exception. He gave the approaching third class Saiyan guard a harsh glare and remained seated. "I'm waiting for my answer, father."

"Forceful as always, Vegeta." The king couldn't help but crack a smile. "Fine then. As you know, we were not the only species occupying this planet when we had arrived."

The prince lowly growled, "The Tuffles."

"Yes. Though pathetically weak, they thought they could keep us in check. It's our nature to be aggressive, and our ancestors couldn't exactly keep all of the Saiyans from exhibiting some of their power."

Prince Vegeta blinked, "I was led to believe that we were all enslaved."

"Enslaved? Maybe...yes, that could be a good word for it. Not all of us, mind you. Only the ones stupid enough to get caught. The Saiyans that crossed the boundaries to our land, usually to pick a fight or claim more fertile soil, were degraded. They thought we were idiots, violent buffoons. But they were interested in our physical makeup. Scientific bastards treated us like animals, in too many respects.

"Our people's pride had been buffeted too long. As you know, I commanded the legions that eventually led to their downfall. But many of our troops craved more action. But in order to do that, we needed help."

Vegeta stirred in his seat, "Is that where this Frieza man came in?"

"Eventually. We needed to expand, so we visited Acrose and formed a temporary alliance. In exchange for scouters and technological means, we would find and secure a more suitable planet for them."

"We sound like pirates." Vegeta shifted again, mind torn. A part of him felt uncomfortable by the idea, even though it had happened not too long ago. He had been engrained in him that the Saiyans were a proud people and that was something he would never forget. But his father's statement almost challenged the idea.

King Vegeta ignored the comment, "The Acrosians are members of the WTO, led by Frieza. Lord Frieza had heard of our people's power and ease of takeover and made me an offer to align with him. But I did not and do not want our people ruled by some foreign alien. I rejected his offer at the time."

"What made you change your mind?" Though Prince Vegeta already had a sense of the reason. The uprisings were getting worse, the people of Vegeta-sei uneasy. The war with the Tuffles was long over and so was the alliance with the Acrosians. They were restless, as all Saiyans usually are, during times of peace, and they needed a strong Saiyan to guide them. Apparently they had thought of reasons why his father was a less than suitable figure of power. His brother was one of them.

The older Saiyan confirmed the thoughts. "Lord Frieza is a respected figure in the universe. His name demands subservience and loyalty, which is exactly what our people need before they become self destructive. I will not lose the empire I built because of some shallow hearted need for rebellion."

Prince Vegeta grunted, "Handing over power is cowardly, father."

The older Saiyan's face became dark, worried lines on his forehead and eyes outlined heavily by the dark shadows in the room. He grabbed another piece of paper, one that looked similar to some sort of contract, and grabbed a pen. "Sometimes a common enemy is the best unifier. I have faith in our people and you. " His name spread out on the lines in silky script. "Train, Vegeta."

He couldn't look at his hands anymore. There was no explanation to the amount of violence he just displayed, but there was most certainly doubt clouding his mind. Goku had conviction of Vegeta's inner goodness, and who was to say that Dodoria didn't have that either? They were both in Frieza's service, both probably having suffered similar fates.

"He would have turned on you." Raditz seemed to read his thoughts exactly. The older brother continued, "For a minute there, I thought I'd have to do it."

"It doesn't take much for you to take lives, does it?" Goku didn't turn at his brother's approach. The high of fighting was gone, and Goku no longer felt the rush that made him feel close to his Saiyan heritage. At least, that's what he assumed this was. He always was excited when fighting, but so was Krillin when they had trained with Master Roshi all those years ago. But this was something different. It was more primal, more brutal, and heartless.

Raditz shrugged, "Still mad at me about Gohan?"

"You kidnapped my son."

"I trained my nephew." Raditz vanished in front of Goku, making Krillin jump back a bit at his sudden appearance. The long haired Saiyan cracked a grin but quickly relaxed, scratching his head even under Goku's less than friendly gaze. "But I don't want to fight. Especially you...since when did you get stronger than me?"

Goku ignored his brother's question, "Krillin, we should go back to the others." With Frieza's army on the planet, he needed to make sure everyone was okay. They were playing a risky game by remaining separated, and Goku didn't like leaving his son or friends alone for too long.

"Holy crap." Krillin's face became stark white as his dark eyes looked back to the horizon. "That's...that's incredible."

"Huh?" Goku turned to the direction and immediately sensed the ki. His breath hitched when Yamcha and Bulma's kis were then detected. "They're with Frieza? Krillin, let's..."

"Wait, brother."

"There's no time to wait." Goku scowled, something he didn't do often at all. But then again, he was never exactly known for his patience.

Raditz frowned, steadying his hands on Goku's shoulder. "Kakarot, facing Frieza as you are now is a death sentence. You won't be able to save yourself, let alone your friends."

There was that flash of heated anger again, but Goku settled his body down. He didn't know what was going on, and he needed to keep his emotions in check. There just seemed to be this sudden need for power, as if his body was responding to the dangerous situation he and his friends had thrown themselves into. But he couldn't become unleashed. That seemed like a death sentence. "I can't leave them alone."

"Prince Vegeta is there. He must have a plan."

Krillin raised an eyebrow, "No offense, and I really don't want you to take this the wrong way, but your faith in one guy is a little unsettling."

The Saiyan snuffed, "What else can I believe in?" The statement ran cold, and Goku could finally fully relax his body, forgetting he had just brutally killed a soldier, that he needed all the ferocity he could muster if he and his friends were going to get off this planet alive. Raditz ignored the awkward air and turned around, arms crossed, and looked at the opposite end of the planet. "Vegeta is going to revive an age of legend."

"Legend?" Goku walked next to him but still kept his mind focused on the power levels in the distance. There were no fluctuations, up or down, and he couldn't help but feel incredibly relieved. "Is that what Vegeta wants with the dragon balls?"

His older brother nodded, but then suddenly flashed in front of him, an almost warm look to his eyes. It was frightening. "But maybe we won't even need them."

Goku ignored the riddle behind those words, not caring and not knowing how to figure them out. "Good. Then you'll let us use them."

Raditz didn't answer directly. "I'll take you to them." He paused before placing a hand on Kakarot's shoulder. "Relax, Kakarot. Your friends will be fine...for now. It's important that we prevent Frieza from obtaining the rest of them."

They had all agreed on that one notion and followed Raditz back into the atmosphere, hiding their kis and keeping a part of their minds focused on the incredible power miles away.

The air around her immediately chilled, thick sheets of ice seeming to press flush against her skin, curling her toes and making her blue arm hair completely erect. His red, lifeless eyes glanced over her quickly, probably only for a moment, but it was enough for her to understand. It was enough for Frieza to gain recognition, enough for him to say, "Everything does work out in the end, doesn't it Vegeta?"

She could feel the confused glance of Yamcha behind her, but he didn't dare speak or move. Plan Bulma. There's a plan. Don't you dare freak out. Don't you dare let him win.

Vegeta followed Frieza with his eyes, scowling openly as the hover car moved a bit forward. The Saiyan prince clutched his fists together. The white fabric seemed to almost rip from the force. There was unaccustomed silence around them, nothing but alien bird chirps and heavy breathing reverberating throughout the deathly silent village. The evil tyrant just smiled at his reaction, purple lips seeming chapped and bloodied. "Don't you agree Zarbon? How long ago was that? Not too long, but I'm sure you must have missed your little pet, didn't you, Vegeta? And here I thought after all this time you had just killed her."

Zarbon's golden eyes widened in recognition. "That... bitch."

Crap.

"Don't touch her."

She was surprised to see that it was Vegeta's hand raised, not Yamcha's. It was Vegeta's dark voice that ran strong through the air, stopping Zarbon from whatever attack he had planned and keeping the blue skinned alien planted on the ground, eyes connecting with the Saiyan and not her anymore. Bulma knew what she had done to Zarbon: rejected him, betrayed him, and he was most certainly not happy to see her again. Or maybe he is happy with this new opportunity to kill me. She swallowed at the thought, and tugged at Yamcha's arm, needing anyone's protection at the moment.

"Vegeta, this is not wise." Zarbon cracked a smile. "Territorial monkey, aren't we? She wasn't completely yours, you know. Whose chamber do you think she visited every night? Whose company did she seek out?" Zarbon's voice was smooth, collected, and he had an easy grin on his face. He was trying to make Vegeta livid, a dumb strategy Bulma thought. Sure, maybe fighter's thought less when hotheaded, but Vegeta wasn't a fool. He rarely ever forfeited tactics for rage.

They stood across from each other, neither of them in a fighting stance but both staring each other down. The tension flickered brightly between them, and Bulma had to continually fight with her mouth to remain shut. What an idiot she had been. How could she ever possibly dare to think that Zarbon would be anything to her besides an aggravating bastard? It had taken her too long to realize the true person behind the wish. And even now, especially now, she half thought that if she hadn't been such a blind fool, they would have had a better chance. A chance without escape plans our being wished back too soon or other boyfriends or evil overlords. Just them fighting through their own differences and learning about each other.

Kami, she still wanted time to know him.

"Hmph, you're an even bigger idiot than I had originally pinned you for." Vegeta smirked, black eyes flashing in the bright Namekian suns. "I sent her there to learn how to kill you and your pathetic master."

"Now, now, little Vegeta." Frieza's slimy voice dulled his eyes. The alien stepped out of the pod, oddly shaped feet lightly tapping the ground. He was short, purple helmet and armor looking almost childishly stupid. But his aura was what made him so paralyzing. Her breath caught seeing his white fingers suddenly trail across her cheek and arms, ice water seeming to leak out of his pores and into her skin. "Your ambition is...charming. But idiotic nonetheless. Though I must say your pathetic excuse of a mutiny did lead me to these dragon balls. But I still need to relay your punishment. Zarbo..."

"Frieza!" Nail suddenly stepped forward, arms at his side, face taut and serious. His voice echoed even across the open landscape, and the Namekians behind Frieza smiled with sudden joy at the strength of their warrior. "You're mine. You will not get the dragon balls and torture my people any longer."

"Any longer?" His laugh was like a sick poison. "I just got here. And if you think you, some miserable plant, is a match for the most powerful overlord in the universe, by all means!" His face suddenly became sadistic. "I would love the warm up, if you can even give me that."

"Not here." Vegeta stared down Zarbon, but his voice carried over to Nail and Frieza. "Our actions could damage the dragon ball. Try to kill us if you dare, but not here." Bulma saw the look he sent Nail, and the Namekian nodded.

"They're fragile. Practically glass. Something so powerful needs to be taken care of very carefully."

Bulma bit her lip, remaining silent and hoping the lie would follow through. She could see the plan unfolding. Get Frieza and Zarbon away from the village while she got out of there, dragon ball in tow. It was a simple plan, one that Frieza would probably be able to see right through.

Frieza grunted, "Do not take me for some idiotic monkey like yourself. I will not leave the dragon ball for your men to simply take."

"My men, Frieza, are treacherous, asinine snakes. And the two humans you see here are worthless fools. The Woman has only one use to me as you know, and the man..." Vegeta scoffed, "Track his power level if you must. He will not even be able to lay a punch on you."

Frieza pressed his scouter, grinned and nodded. He was a perverse emperor, and Bulma figured that he'd have even more joy trying to hunt her and Yamcha down than killing them on the spot like this. "Fine." His red eyes glanced from Yamcha to Bulma and then finally to Nail. "This won't take more than two minutes. Be sure to keep it warm for me, worms."

And before Bulma's eyes, the four of them vanished, air picking up dust from their take off. "Vegeta!" She couldn't help but scream. The realization that Zarbon was more powerful than the Saiyan didn't seem to truly hit her thoughts until now. What is he doing? The idiot is going to get himself killed! "Vegeta! Get back... hey!"

Yamcha had suddenly grabbed her hand and dragged her forward to where Dende was walking. "They don't know we have all the other ones. We have to hurry."

"He'll die! He's crazy. He wasn't strong enough to take on Zarbon back then. How does he know he's strong enough now? How does..."

"Bulma." The seriousness of Yamcha's tone stopped her dead. His grip on her was gentle, but she could see the frustration on his face. He was anxious and annoyed with her, something Yamcha rarely showed so easily. Bulma felt her chest twist and tighten as Yamcha just sighed. "We need to talk."

Her heart skipped at the words. They were deathly solemn, clear signs of endings and change and other things that made her incredibly uneasy. But she knew it had to be done. They both did. "Yamcha..."

"Not now. Later." Yamcha picked her up gently as the shining light of the dragon ball shone in Dende's small hands. "I'll keep my ki low as we move. We have to get this done first."

Vegeta's eyes never left the alien in front of him. His breathing was uncharacteristically uneven, his blood boiling, and his mind clouded with the rush of events. The dragon ball was theirs. Frieza was even dumber than he had cocky. How could he not think that they didn't have other dragon balls in possession already? What a fool.

"Your scouter. You managed to break it?" Zarbon's quiet laugh trickled from his mouth. His white cape flapped easily behind him, and the blue skinned alien gave a satisfied smirk. "You're making this too easy Vegeta, really. I don't even know how you managed to detect that village." Zarbon shrugged, "But I suppose after running around in the dark, you're bound to bump into something. Would you prefer this to be a fast death or slow?"

"Fast." Vegeta evened out his footing. "I have a wish to make."

"Your Namekian friend is no match for Lord Frieza. He was a fool to challenge him."

"He is of no concern to me. I am the one who will be defeating Frieza, not some Namekian." Vegeta growled, baring his teeth slightly at this annoyance. Just attack Zarbon. His boots slid across the ground, digging into the dirt. Just give me one excuse to kill you once and for all.

"Arrogant as ever. Let me rip that smirk right of your face!"

Zarbon's punch flew pathetically slow. Vegeta caught the fist easily, crushing Zarbon's knuckles between his own fingers and letting the dark expression fill his face. He had waited for this moment for too long. Perhaps he could have done it sooner, gotten rid of this leech after one of his many near death experiences. But revenge wouldn't have been as sweet. His smirk turned evil when he heard Zarbon's bones crack.

"Then again." Vegeta let go of Zarbon's hand after the alien's scream passed. He vanished behind him, and he could hear Zarbon gasp in terror. "A slow death would be much more fulfilling. Don't you agree?" He sent a snap attack into Zarbon's back, and the monster crashed into a thin tree, pummeling through the bark ruthlessly. His armor was already cracked, green hair falling loosely from the once well kempt braid. Vegeta could only grin in amusement. He waited for Zarbon to stand, which took a while, and held out both of his hands. "Let's see how well you can dodge."

Flurries of yellow lights cascaded across the sky. They blew up the surrounding area and massive clouds of dust and dead grass flew up from Vegeta's ki blasts. They were storming down, pelting the land and hopefully Zarbon's body with energy induced pain. As the dust settled, Vegeta half grinned at Zarbon's ragged body and ripped cape. He was still breathing, a shame, but the Saiyan Prince comforted himself with the fact that he would just have more room for fun.

"Vegeta..." Zarbon's voice was low, infuriated. He looked pained, probably more upset that his face was messed up then that he was about to die in less than a few minutes. Vegeta couldn't believe how easily this was going. "You aren't prepared for this. You leave me no choice but to crush you." Zarbon grumbled, wiping the blood from his mouth.

Vegeta couldn't help but laugh, "You must be joking! You can't even land a hit on me. Please, just try."

Zarbon curtly smiled, "I must warn you. This form has much less beauty than you would think possible for me."

His eyebrows quirked at the word."What do you mean form?"

Within seconds, Zarbon's body tripled in size. His arms blew up and became bumpy, pimpled with pus-filled warts. The thick, cold skin expanded and stretched over his pulsing muscles. His legs turned into blue toned tree trunks, and within milliseconds, possibly less, Zarbon was behind Vegeta, one furry appendage gripped between his fingers.

"What the fuck! Let go!" Vegeta flailed wildly, but Zarbon easily dodged his awkward blows.

"This used to be a sensitive spot, right Vegeta?" Zarbon's grip on his tail tightened, blocking out the blood circulation, but Vegeta didn't feel pain. He had spent too many hours training the otherwise weak area to feel any pain from such a simple attack. "I wonder if this will hurt."

"Don't be such an...AH! FUCK! LET GO!"

He could feel the nerves ripping, blood vessels popping, as Zarbon brought the Saiyan to his knees. His tail was being torn out of his very body, and he felt fire shoot threw his spine and mind. It was unbearable, an indescribable agony that made his bones feel loose and brittle. Warm blood was spilling through the seams and slid down his back. It flowed passed the raw muscle and connective tissue, out of open veins and splashed onto the dirt in large puddles of crimson. With one sickening rip, he no longer felt the appendage. His body was cut off, and Vegeta collapsed sideways on the dirt, face soaked in his own blood.

All seven dragon balls were in their possession. What seemed like a futile wild goose chase actually worked out, which was incredible. Bulma breathed easily as they landed before Gohan. "Where are the others?" He immediately tensed, sensing their kis probably, but he turned back to the ball Dende held. "Great, now we can grant Uncle Vegeta's wish."

"Lord Guru wishes for the other dragon balls to be restored first." Dende replied softly but with a firm voice.

"We'll wish back Piccolo, fine." Bulma shrugged, uncaring about anything but speed at the moment. They needed a Namekian to summon the dragon anyway. Her mind was back with Vegeta. Stubborn Saiyan. He better not get himself killed. Bulma felt her heart pinch at the thought, but she ignored it, opting to focus on helping Vegeta this way. She still didn't know what exactly Vegeta had planned on wishing for. Just knowledge of the Super Saiyan? Or to be one himself? She grabbed the Dragon radar and looked back to Gohan. She could figure all of that out after the dragon was summoned. "Where are the other dragon balls? They should be around here... ah!"

The radar beeped as she moved forward to the space pods, and Bulma didn't hesitate before slipping into the metal ship.

She felt this warm wave sweep through her when she sat in the deep seats, memories of star studded nights and bodies too close together. Bulma felt his heat on her, imaginary maybe, but it was still there nonetheless. The echoing beats of the radar was the only thing that kept her moving and in the present. She never thought she would want to be clinging to some claustrophobic memory. Where are they? Dragon balls this size would be easy to see, but Bulma couldn't spot them in the tiny space. Her hands ran across the seats and floors until her fingers came into contact with a metal box, her metal box. "What?"

But opening the case only confirmed what it was. Inside were capsules and a list of models on the back of the lid, models that were over a decade old. "He kept it?" Her chest fell, completely heavy. Vegeta had kept her capsules to remember her by. Maybe it was to remember the pain she had caused him or the memories they had, but for whatever reason, he had wanted to remember her. She couldn't help but smile. "They're in here."

They had un-encapsulated all of the balls and placed them into a tightly compact pile. "Dende, you know how to summon the dragon?" Gohan asked, excitement filling him.

The young boy was in for a treat. He had never seen a summoning before, and Shenron had always been an incredible sight. Bulma was sure the Namekian dragon would be no exception.

The orange balls radiated off each other, glowing and gleaming with the magic and power. Dende coughed, raised his hands, and was just about to begin the summoning when three fighters landed before them.

"Dad!" Gohan immediately left Dende's side and ran up to his father, hugging him before moving on to Raditz. "Uncle Raditz, you're okay too! That's great!"

Both older Saiyans gave Gohan weak smiles, too consumed with the seven dragon balls lying so easily in front of them to offer him proper attention. Goku cracked a wider grin, "Alright! Great! Let's get the wishes going!"

"The legendary Super Saiyan..." Raditz shook his head, "Unbelievable. Frieza will stand no chance."

"Piccolo first." Dende replied again. "Porunga has three wishes to give."

"Wish him here then."

All eyes turned back to Goku who was still smiling brightly. Bulma didn't exactly know what was getting into her best friend. Wishing Piccolo back was great and all; they were bound to need the Earth dragon balls again anyway. But wish him here? "...um, why Goku?"

"We need all the help we can get, don't you think?" Goku said in an obvious tone of voice. He moved closer to the shining orbs and placed his hands on his hips. "He wanted to protect Earth. Goes to say he'll want to help his home planet."

"Kakarot, you're wasting wishes." Raditz frowned. "We should conserve the wishes in case something else..."

"And let Frieza take it potentially?" Yamcha shook his head. "I'm with Goku. I don't like Piccolo as much as the next guy, but we shouldn't leave usable dragon balls lying around. Let's use all three wishes up."

"Let's stop wasting time and do it already." Bulma was practically twitching. She couldn't sense ki like the others. She had no idea how Vegeta was faring, if he were even alive at all. Cold sweat began to build on her back , and Bulma had to steady her breathing to try and speak properly. Raditz didn't seem to be worried, however, and she assumed, hoped, it was because he knew Vegeta was okay.

Dende nodded and raised his hands again. "Takkaraputo Popporunga Pupirittobar!"

There was a flurry of dark clouds suddenly consuming the sky. The dragon balls all glowed simultaneously before letting lose a bright gleam of orange light. Thunder and lightning crackled through the sky, and Gohan's mouth dropped wide open when a broad shouldered, green dragon appeared stories above their heads. Bulma was wide eyed as well. The Namekian dragon was huge, much more muscular and less like the dragons she was used to as a young girl.

Dende didn't want to waste any time and ignored the impressed stares and gasps of air. "I'm wishing back Piccolo first."

He chanted words in the foreign Namekian tongue, and the dragon Porunga nodded his head before repeating some other phrase. Dende smiled and repeated the next wish, the wish that would bring the maybe not so evil Piccolo here. The dragon nodded again, and soon another body materialized, and there was one new Namekian in front of them.

Piccolo was dressed in his weighted clothes. The Namekian glanced briefly at his surroundings, his original home despite the fact that he was born on Earth. To Bulma's surprise, he didn't look confused or shocked at all. Piccolo was smiling, not evily but more with a satisfied look. Goku waved happily, "Hey, Piccolo! Nice to see you back."

The Namekian didn't reply directly. "Hmph. I guess I was wrong after all. King Kai wasn't lying."

A/N:

Quick notes: Plan to Eradicate the Saiyans gives some explanation to the Tuffle/Saiyan war and so does Vegeta in the anime, but both accounts are probably grossly bias (one being from the Saiyan prince and the other a Tuffle scientist). That being said, it's unclear as to the real reason why the war broke out (I personally lean towards the Saiyans are too aggressive in nature to watch another race have the better land casually), and I hope I managed to discuss the issue with some clarity.

A lot happened this chapter, and I'll get ready for the next (technically this week's...) update. Sorry again for the delay. And please review :)