A/N: ...Alright, I considered the name suggestions, especially "Guar". But I've decided to go with Okra, as to me, it sounds more feminine. In some countries, it's a vegetable known as "Lady's fingers", lol. I appreciate the suggestion, though! And thanks, guys! Also give some suggestions on how you want the story to progress!

"Who are you?" a childish voice demanded from inside the open room. It sounded high-pitched and as though it were cracking.

Did I really sound like that? Vegeta thought to himself with the slightest bit of annoyance.

"Frieza's dead, kid. I'm getting you out of here," he replied steadily. There was silence that followed and Vegeta had to remind himself that his past self was still in the room somewhere.

Finally, the young boy stepped forward and Vegeta could get a good look at him. He hadn't yet grown out of the bangs that covered his forehead, so his hair looked quite unruly coupled with the widow's peak. He was wearing the Royal Saiyan armor and a small cape was attached to the back, made from some of the finest silks Planet Vegeta had to offer.

"Hm. It's about time!" the boy said rudely. Although the remark sounded arrogant, Vegeta noticed that he looked cautiously down the hallway before stepping into it. No matter how strong he may be trying to sound, he was still just a child. But at the same time, Vegeta shook his head in amusement. He still had his pride, so he wasn't going to call him out on it.

"Where's Nappa and Raditz?"

"Nappa?" Vegeta blinked, remembering that tall idiot. If there were some things he felt just a bit guilty about, it was killing him. Of course, Kakarot didn't need to know that. But, where was Nappa right now anyway? If he remembered correctly, Nappa and Raditz would have been returning from a mission before being brought to Frieza's spaceship.

"They're on their way back from a mission. Come on, I don't have all day," Vegeta replied, turning his back to him.

"Where's your tail, and how is your power level so high?"

Vegeta growled in annoyance, and also inwardly facepalmed. He'd forgotten to suppress his power level more than usual. He had forgotten about those damn scouters already.

"It doesn't matter! Now come on, We're getting you back to the Palace."

The young Vegeta grumbled under his breath. He would have punched the stranger in the face for his rude remark, but he knew he didn't stand a chance against this guy. Speaking of which, he looked familiar.

"Who are you anyway?" the child demanded as Vegeta began to walk down the hall towards where the Space Pods were stationed. He didn't feel like flying right now.

"You talk a lot, brat."

"Pfft, and you're a buzzkill. Jerk."

"Hrrn," Vegeta grumbled unintelligibly. The boy's personality reminded him too much of his own son, Trunks, whom now he had an idea of why he was such a troublemaker. The two finally reached the port where the Space Pods were stationed and Vegeta pressed the door panel allowing them access.

"Oh, come on!" Vegeta complained, seeing only one available Space Pod. Where were the other two? That's when it hit him. His counterpart voiced his thoughts before he did.

"It was probably Zarbon and Dodoria. They must've chickened out after hearing about Frieza getting killed," the boy harrumphed.

"I forgot about those two fools. Fine, get in the Space Pod. I'll meet you at the palace-"

"No. I want to fly with you."

Vegeta scowled, hoping to scare the kid into the pod.

"What, why?"

"Tell me how you killed Frieza."

"Well, there's good news and bad news," Vegeta sighed. There was no point in imposing his cold demeanor on the child. For all intents and purposes, he was talking to himself.

"Tell me the bad news," Kid Vegeta insisted, jogging slightly to catch up with Vegeta's slightly longer strides. Vegeta remained silent until he'd reached the room where he left their father's body.

"Your father's dead," he said evenly, before palming open the door.

"What?" his counterpart demanded. His voice wasn't as strong as it was moments earlier, and he looked away momentarily, as though trying to lock his gaze onto something. Following the older Saiyan into the room, he found his father's body, it's eyes closed and it's back leaning against the wall.

Kid Vegeta dropped to his knees in front of his father's corpse, the body not quite cold yet. His eyes began to water until he realized someone else was in the room with him and he resisted the urge to sniffle.

Vegeta knew what he was going through and decided to give him space.

"Let me know when you're ready to head to the surface. I'll carry the body with us," was all Vegeta said before walking outside the room and leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. The kid had looked at him with a composed expression on his face, but Vegeta could tell the appreciation for the gesture from his eyes.

Vegeta stared intensely at the polished floor of the ship's hallway, feeling the slightest bit nervous about finally seeing his mother again after fourty years.

"So," Gine began, leaning backwards on the countertop with her hands resting on them, "You're from the future?"

"Right," Goku confirmed.

"And, you got sent here because you were messing with a machine?" Goku's mother asked, still not quite getting the story.

"It was actually kind of my fault. Vegeta had told me how to-"

"You're friends with Vegeta!?" Gine interrupted, resisting the urge to drop her jaw. "See, I told you, Bardock! He would accomplish a lot of things! He's best friends with the King's son!" she added with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Bardock dismissed, rolling his eyes in irritation. To Goku, it sounded like his father lost a bet or something.

"Well, anyway, we're trying to find a way to get back to our own time. It'll take us a minute, so we might be here for a couple of days," Goku continued.

Gine made a small humming sound as though thinking of something. "How old are you right now?"

"Age? Uh..." Goku's expression became serious as he looked at his fingers. "Well, I was 20 when I met Vegeta. Umm, after that, I was about 25 during the Cell Games..." Goku continued his confusing explanation mentioning terms like "Cell Games" and "Buu". Gine's face showed interest while Bardock looked at the two of them with a shake of his head.

Kakarot's a big softie just like his mother, Bardock analyzed in annoyance. He wasn't really disappointed, his son was more powerful than he could ever imagine, he amended, but he didn't seem like the kind of guy cut out for fighting outside of combat. Bardock smiled, knowing that his son was a warrior, whether he gave that initial impression or not.

"I'm about...41!"

Bardock and Gine would have spit out their drinks if they had any in their mouth. Goku was older than the both of them!

Goku didn't seem fazed in the least, merely placing his hands behind his head. "What about you guys?"

"Uhh, not important!" Gine asserted, blushing furiously, while Bardock simply shook his head in disbelief.

Steadily, both Vegetas descended from the Late Frieza's spaceship, the older counterpart carrying their father's body over one shoulder.

"How did you defeat Frieza?"

Vegeta glanced at his companion, wondering whether he should tell him. Why in the hell not? It'd do his pride some good.

"I became a Super Saiyan," Vegeta answered simply. Vegeta was expecting his younger opposite's reaction, from the widened eyes to the choked gasp.

"A S-Super Saiyan! So it's true, then! It's true!"

Vegeta allowed himself a hidden half-smile. "You can attain it with hard work, Prince, remember that. And remember, to ascend to Super Saiyan is to reach deep inside of yourself. You won't get there by just getting more powerful," he explained as they made their way closer to the surface. It'd be about five minutes until they'd get close enough to see the cityscapes, or what passed for one on the warrior planet.

"More than training, huh?"

Vegeta simply nodded. He didn't want to simply tell his younger counterpart how to do it. It would be that much more rewarding for him when he finally ascends.

There was companionable silence the rest of the way to the surface, where they finally reached the Royal Palace.

To Vegeta's mild surprise, there were already some individuals waiting at the courtyard entrance, a large area with a mid-sized fighting ring situated in it's center.

As both Vegeta's descended, the elder carrying his father's body, many of the Elites that were in the vicinity adopted shocked expressions on their faces. Whether it was from the King's body or Vegeta's power level, which would be considered absurdly high given the circumstances, Vegeta didn't know, nor care. To his mild surprise, there was one person waiting closer to the door leading to the Palace's interior. Her power level was comparably higher than the rest of the elites who's range would have been around the 10,000 mark. As Vegeta didn't have a scouter on, he couldn't measure a specific number but she was much stronger than the elites in the area.

The Saiyan Queen wore armor very similar to the late kings, albeit with slightly shorter shoulder cones. Below the armor was a armored skirt made of the same material as the chestplate which was just low enough to cover the knees. Like the king, she wore the iconic gloves and boots with the exception that the gloves were fingerless, but what stood out the most was her physical features. Her expression was hardened, but not nearly as intense as Vegeta's or his father's, and a much less pronounced widow's peak. She was also even shorter than Vegeta, but only by an inch or two.

"So you're the man who killed Frieza," the Queen began, arms crossed behind her back.

Vegeta was momentarily at a lost for words, his mind blanking out for a second. That never happened before. With more effort than he cared to admit, he made eye contact with his mother, still awkwardly carrying his father's body. He did not want to place him on the ground, and fortunately, the elites who still weren't gawking had the sense to retrieve the king's body to place it somewhere in the palace for burial preparation.

Both the younger Vegeta and his mother watched the group of elite guards usher the form into the royal home.

"Vegeta."

Both prince's heads shot up to look at their mother, but she was looking at the younger one.

Get your head together! She doesn't know who you are! Vegeta scolded himself internally.

"Go inside, I need to speak with him."

Kid Vegeta began to protest, but their mother narrowed her eyes, projecting a hidden threat should he disobey. Kid Vegeta merely grumbled, muttering that one day, "he'd be strongest," as he trudged into the palace with shoulder's raised rebelliously.

Hoping to not cause a scene, he bowed at the waist respectfully, with a saiyan salute, his left palm over the right side of his chest.

"No need for that," she dismissed, her eyes closed.

Vegeta stood up straight and got a good look at his mother. Her hair wasn't windswept at all like Vegeta's, but it was spiky and somewhat wild looking, her hair long enough to stop just below the base of her neck. She was watching him expectantly, as if waiting for him to initiate conversation.

"I'm going to be frank. We need your science division's assistance in getting back home," Vegeta said, struggling to keep eye contact. It wasn't that he was afraid, but the whole situation was too surreal for him to wrap his mind around right now. Seriously, he was probably older than his mother right now! She couldn't be any older than her 30's.

"Alright," she relented after only a moment's hesitation. "But," she interrupted, before he had the chance to speak. "You'll have to teach me how you became a Super Saiyan," she proposed, not taking her eyes off of Vegeta.

Vegeta inhaled sharply, struggling as to what to say. "Queen Okra," he ground out, "It's not something that can just be taught that easily-"

"Either teach me what needs to be done, or no help for you. You may look like someone from the royal family, but looks can only go a long way. You're not registered anywhere on the Scouter system," she said, sounding as though she were getting increasingly bored. She even began to pay more attention to her nails than the saiyan in front of her. Vegeta could feel his left eye twitching and he grumbled under his breath.

"Fine..." he breathed, looking to the side imperiously. How did the news of him turning Super Saiyan travel through the scouters so damn fast, anyhow? As a matter of fact, the more he thought about this situation, the more increasingly irritated he was getting. It was nigh impossible for any of these saiyans, his mother included to ascend any time soon. They'd have to at least have strength on par with Frieza's second form!

The whole time, Okra was smirking at him as though she knew something that he didn't, which left him a bit unsettled.

"Very good then. I presume you'll be at the palace tomorrow?" She asked, although to Vegeta, he very well knew it might as well have been an order. Vegeta mustered the strength to nod respectfully before flying off to find Kakarot. Once he was in the sky, Vegeta was already seething. This whole situation was ridiculous! The very idea that his mother thought she could coerce him into teaching her how to ascend, knowing that he outclassed her by far! Preposterous!

But if he didn't at least try, how else would he and Kakarot get back home.

"Dammit, mother!" he exclaimed, scowling heavier than usual.

A/N: Don't you think that this link: /watch?v=hnjmHAxJMac&list=PLE46D5715CA165BB8

From 0:00 to 1:00 sounds like what could be Bardock's theme song? I think so!

Please be honest about what you thought of the chapter. The plot is building up a little bit, and I wanted to introduce Goku and Vegeta's parents like I said I would. I'm thinking the next villain should be Cooler, King Cold, or a Planet Trade Organization member as opposed to a Saiyan. What do you guys think?