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~The Potential to be Great depends on how you view yourself~

Hold the Phone!

Goku has a Sister!?

28

He stood, watching as they brought out a massive piece of metal, welding it down to fix the side of his pod. He stood back, arms crossed, an intense frown on his face. He absently reached up and rubbed the spot above his heart. She flitted through his mind again, but he quickly tamped it down. His eyes narrowed as he slowly started walking forward, going through the doorway that led outside the compound. He paused as the sun made him squint, looking out towards the market, watching the different species interact with each other, milling about as they sold or bought food and merchandise. He started walking, not even noticing when the people quickly sidestepped out of his path, shooting nervous looks at him as he walked down the road, stalls and shops on either side of him. He didn't look at anyone, a muscle in his jaw constantly ticking as he stopped at one of the food stalls. He sat, forking food in his mouth when it appeared in front of him, listening with half an ear as a conference was being broadcast on the television hanging on the wall behind the bar. He briefly glanced up, noticing the different species convening on this mudball they call the intergalactic highway. The occupants on the screen sat around a massive table, the group joining to discuss the international trade commission keeping this planet neutral, a screen behind them lighting up with the image of the marketplace. Vegeta looked away, not interested, as he forked more food into his mouth. He listened as the occupants around him conversed, nothing really processing as he stood, still silent as he walked back out. Some eyes followed him, swallowing with difficulty as they felt the power and emotions coming off the man. They kept silent, knowing when to stay away from consuming rage, and from the force they felt, the man was a ticking time bomb. He turned left, his attention seeming to be inward as he made his way towards the massive structure outside the city. Where his ship was located. The military compound. This might have been a neutral planet, but from what he caught glimpses of, they were armed to the hilt. He walked, not pausing as the gates swung open, admitting him without question. He didn't pause, the soldiers around the grounds glancing up as he passed, eying him with uncertainty and curiosity, as he entered the dome currently holding his space pod.

"Prince?"

He looked over, the alien appearing beside him swallowing with difficulty as his eyes landed on him. The man hesitated, a shiver running through him as the prince stood still, waiting for him to continue.

"Your pod will take a little longer than we originally thought to fix, your highness. The meteor that crashed into you damaged more than was previously found."

The green alien took a step back, swallowing again as the prince stayed silent, his head slowly facing forward, studying the round object with a critical eye.

"Fine."

His voice was low, the man beside him sighing with relief as the prince turned quietly, walking back out. The other men working in the room secretly eyed him as well, noticing the rigid way he was holding himself, the lack of emotion making his eyes seem dead. They all shivered, silently glad when he left, not killing anyone in the room. One of the scientists walked up to the green soldier, both watching as the door slammed shut behind the prince. They both studied the door for a moment, before the scientist spoke.

"He's a dead ringer for his father," he said softly, his eyes never leaving the door.

The green soldier slowly nodded, a shiver running through him again at having to be so close to the prince. He crossed his arms, turning and walking back towards the room currently housing the weapons division. He gratefully returned to his desk, swallowing again, hoping he didn't have to confront the man again. The scientist stayed where he was, thoughts flitting through his mind as he looked over at the prince's space pod. He glanced back at the door, seeing the man through the small window situated in the middle of the metal, watching as he slowly walked towards the barracks, disappearing inside. He sighed, his knuckles tightening for a second on the clipboard he held in his hand, before slowly shaking his head.

"Wander what his father's going to think when he knows his son has landed here, from out of nowhere?" he murmured, before turning and walking towards his fellow scientists, thoughts of the prince and his behavior being pushed to the back of his mind.

He frowned, narrowing his eyes a little as he studied the ceiling. His mind was quiet. For once. He closed his eyes, swallowing as he tried to relax, his body vibrating with energy. He stayed like that for a few minutes, before snapping his eyes open, and sitting up. He stood in one motion, grabbing his uniform they had given him when he landed, his earth clothes having been ruined in the blast when the meteor had hit him. The familiar blue spandex made him pause, his fingers rubbing over it as he stared down at it. It reminded him of her. He swallowed, quickly donning it, the material thicker than what he had worn while with Frieza. He pulled the armor on, the thick shoulder pieces heavy as he paused, looking at the royal insignia again, situated over the heart. He looked at himself in the mirror, studying the armor encasing his body as he clasp the dark red and blue cape around his shoulders, slowly pulling the gloves on as he critically eyed himself. He grunted, satisfied with the person staring back at him. He looked like the person he was supposed to be. The Prince. Sitting and pulling the boots on his feet, he stilled, resting his hands on his legs for a moment, studying the ground. He blinked after a few moments, seeming to come too as he raised his head. He frowned. He didn't allow himself to think of her. The prince blindly reached over, grabbing the necklace that had came with the uniform, the emblem identical to that of his fathers. He looked at it, holding it in his hand for a moment as he caressed the smooth rock imbedded in it. He slowly lifted it over his head, watching it settle on his chest before getting up, quickly turning the light out as he stepped into the waiting sun.

All eyes turned towards him as he swiftly walked into the mess hall, his gaze studying the floor as he walked towards the line at the back of the room. He didn't look up as bodies parted. He raised his head, studying the food before pointing, waiting as the cafeteria staff scrambled to get him what he wanted. He didn't notice. No words came from him, as he grabbed his plate after a few moments, sitting down in the chair closest to him, and started eating. His mind didn't process that the room had gone silent, as he continued to eat, not looking at anyone. They all watched him from the corners of their eyes, looking away quickly in case he looked up. He didn't. He finished his food within minutes, not bothering to ask for seconds, which surprised the kitchen staff, before swiftly walking out again. The room exploded with sound when the door slammed shut behind him.

The prince quickly walked to the main building, looking up now and then when someone murmured "Your Highness" and bowed. He didn't say anything. He topped the steps, making his way towards the lab one floor below. He stepped in, not noticing when everyone quieted, strolling up to the table and looking down. He studied the object, before glancing at the scientist standing rigid beside him.

"How long before its ready?"

The man in the lab coat beside him swallowed, his throat working as he spoke. "It will be at least another day, your highness," the man said quietly, watching as the prince looked back down, his brows furrowed. They all watched him pick it up, studying the metal bracelet before setting it back down again. They all waited quietly as he sighed.

"Tomorrow," he said softly, staring down at the object before turning and swiftly exiting, not saying anything else.

He yanked off his gloves as he made his way towards the training room, his cape following minutes later as he stepped into the arena. Some of the fighters paused, others swallowing as they continued to spar, seeing him enter out of the corner of their eyes. They all studied him as he laied his gloves and cape down on the bench, reaching up and slowly taking the necklace from around his neck. He laid it on top of the cape, his hand resting there for a moment before straightening. He turned, eying the occupants of the room. He slowly walked forward, his muscles bunching as he flexed his arms, not taking his eyes off the men floating above him. He stopped, his eyes roaming over the soldiers before his voice floated up at them.

"Which one of you's first?"

His low voice reached them, his gaze steady as he surveyed each one. Some backed away, landing on the far side, not willing to risk their life with a bout with the prince. One of the braver soldiers landed a few feet from the man, everyone noticing him hesitate for a moment before speaking.

"I guess I'll go first," the soldier said, watching with a sinking sensation as the prince nodded, looking down to study the floor for a moment. The man's face whitened as the prince slowly glance back up at him, the fury in his eyes blazing.

The prince floated up, stopping when he was in the middle of the room. The soldier slowly followed, already regretting agreeing to fight with the man. Everyone watched as the prince closed his eyes, his fists resting at his sides for a moment before lifting to his waist. His eyes snapped open, his head and body jerking back as he suddenly yelled.

The soldiers scrambled out as the prince let loose his rage.

The prince made his way to the lab, his heartbeat quickening as his mind reminded him of what he was about to do. He ignored it. He didn't pause as he entered, swiftly making his way towards the scientist holding the bracelet. He thrust his arm out, ignoring it when the man flinched. The scientist hesitated, clenching a fist around the object in his hand before softly speaking.

"Are you sure, my prince?" he paused, his hand starting to shake as a muscle began to tick in the man's jaw. The prince kept his arm stretched out, his hand balled into a fist as he slowly looked over at him.

"Yes."

The scientist hesitated again, reaching out and grabbing the prince's arm. No one spoke, the scientist beside the King's son hesitated again, before placing the metal bracelet on the man's wrist. They watched as he looked down at it, lifting his arm up to bring it closer as his eyes narrowed.

"Why isn't it working?" the prince demanded, his voice soft.

The men behind the scientist backed away, not saying anything as the person unlucky enough to be the spokesman of the group swallowed, hesitating before his voice cut through the silence, the sound unsteady as his throat closed.

"We..." he paused, looking away. "We haven't activated it yet."

"Why not?"

The gruff voice of the prince had everyone flinching.

"We weren't sure if you had changed your mind yet or not, your highness."

A muscle ticked in the prince's cheek. "Do it."

The scientist standing beside him reached over. The door to the lab opened, the person beside the prince paused, looking over. Everyone fell to one knee as a man strolled into the room. The prince didn't look up, his gaze narrowed on the bracelet clasped around his wrist, studying it.

"Vegeta."

The prince jerked his head around, his eyes widening at the sight of the man standing behind him. The room was silent as they stared at each other, before the King slowly walked forward, his eyes intent on his sons' face. He stopped in front of him, briefly glancing at the bracelet currently encircling the man's wrist, before returning his gaze and meeting his eyes.

"Do you know what you're doing, son?"

The King's gruff voice floated throughout the room, the prince closing his eyes and swallowing at the sound, before opening them again and studying the man before him. His voice was barely audible as he spoke.

"Yes."

They studied one another, before the King reached up and laied a hand on his son's shoulder. He glanced at the others in the room.

"Leave us."

The room emptied within seconds, the two remaining occupants studying one another in silence. The King looked down at the bracelet again, his face hard. His voice broke the silence.

"You might not be able to get them back, you know," he said softly, slowly looking back up at his son, watching as the man closed his eyes.

"I know."

"Are you sure you want to do that?" The King watched Vegeta swallow, his face hardening to granite as he narrowed his eyes, a deep frown marring his face. He nodded.

"You'll not regret it? Afterward?"

It was silent as they both studied the metal object, a tiny light blinking blue on the side. The prince balled his hands into fists, looking away for a moment before meeting the Kings' gaze. He slowly shook his head. The King noticed the beseeching look in the dark eyes, frowning and furrowing his brows. He sighed after a moment, reaching out and laying his hand on the cool metal. He glanced back up at his son, studying him for another moment before pressing the button.

They both waited, the King stepping back as the prince suddenly yelled. He watched as his son grabbed his head, his eyes squeezed shut, crying out as his memories of earth were wiped clean.