As his sister flew across the night sky, Vegeta was lying in bed fuming. She had gotten her way again! Damn her! How did she do it?

She had always been like that, ever since they were kids. Somehow, she always managed to weasel her way out of trouble. Things always worked out the way she wanted. He looked over at the sleeping form of Bulma next to him. It was a woman thing, wasn't it? They all had this way, even though they were so weak, of getting what they wanted. But no, he thought, his sister was different. Bulma got her way by either yelling or seduction. Cora seemed to direct things, as though she had a psychic power, so that she always came out on top.

Manipulative bitch. And now her daughter was coming to live here. Gods, she would be just like her mother. Probably worse.

He was still angry at his sister, the way she'd humiliated him and his family when she ran off with that oaf. Frieza would bring it up whenever he ran out of things to taunt him over, making disgusting comments about how you couldn't expect a monkey to have any self-control. Even Raditz had mentioned it, once, when Vegeta was hammering into him about what a worthless piece of shit he was. Raditz threw it in his face that his uncle was off somewhere with Vegeta's sister, and Vegeta had beat him into a bloody pulp. He never mentioned it again.

He remembered the day after they'd discovered she'd run away. She'd left a note telling them not to worry. He had been with Frieza then, and his father had called him to tell him the shameful news.

"Son," his father had said solemnly, "Cora's actions have brought a great shame to our line and to our people. She has rejected our ways and tainted her royal bloodline."

Vegeta had nodded along, not fully understanding the implications of what his father was saying.

"She is no daughter to me, and no sister to you. Should she ever show her face again, I will kill her and rid our family of the taint she has caused."

"Yes father," Vegeta had replied. He had looked at his father's face in the screen, so sad and so uncharacteristically old, and felt a burning hate for his sister for causing this. He'd never particularly liked her – she was always playing nasty pranks on him and making cutting comments that he didn't know how to rebuff, and worst of all, she seemed to think she had some sort of authority over him just because she was older – but this was a step too far. He vowed to make good on his father's words.

And now, after all this time, after all the humiliation and shame he'd suffered because of her, she'd come waltzing back into his life as though it were nothing, asking him, expecting him, to take her daughter in for gods only know how long. He should have killed her on the spot. Why hadn't he killed her? How had this happened?!

It was all Kakarot's fault! Damn him! Damn his entire family! They were like a plague, some kind of horrific disease that you could never be completely cured of, that got worse instead of getting better.

Vegeta rained curses on Kakarot's entire line and everyone even remotely related to him. Including his niece. Gods, his niece! As though he didn't have enough on his hands with his own children. How old was the girl anyway? Was she little? Gods, she wasn't an infant was she? He felt a deep sense of dread at the thought; he would be damned if he was changing diapers for Cora's little brat!

But no, she couldn't be that young, he reasoned, going over the conversation he'd had with his sister. Cora had said she was little when they'd first gotten involved with whatever planet they'd been cursed with. So she must be older now, but how much older? When had all of this happened? Vegeta racked his brain, trying to glean something definite from his sister's words. Damn her! She was always like this, so impossibly vague, you could never pinpoint exactly what had been said with her. He could see her now in his mind's eye, hear her younger self telling him "No, that's not what I said," in that superior voice of hers that he so loathed, thus effectively weaseling her way out of any promise she'd made to him.

Damn her! Damn her to hell! He should have killed her when he had the chance. Why hadn't he?

And then the look on Trunks' face rose unbidden in his mind, the confusion and fear as he watched his father threaten a strange woman who was just standing there, not even attempting to defend herself.

Damn it.

This planet was cursed, he was convinced of it. Since the day he landed on this pathetic mudball his entire life had been turned upside down. And now he had children, and a wife, and socialized with Kakarot at his daughter's birthday party instead of killing him and blowing up the place.

Vegeta sighed. Maybe he could kill his sister tomorrow.

As his eyes closed, exhausted from the events of the day, Vegeta wondered if his niece looked anything like his mother…