Hail to the Prince (Vegeta SI)
Sitting on his golden throne, the Emperor of the Universe, King Cold, looked at his reflection in the glass of wine in his hand, a thoughtful frown marring his face. It had been a few weeks now and Freeza wasn't answering any of his messages.
Not even any of his soldiers. Suddenly, his entire force had gone silent. He knew his boy was in some war against a faction called 'The Resistance', but as far as Cold knew, Freeza was actively crushing them at every turn.
Some rebels thought they could get the jump on Freeza, but quickly realized that they stood no chance. This story kept repeating itself so many times that Cold grew bored of it. Honestly, it was astonishing that these peasants didn't get the message.
You can't overthrow the Cold Family.
In a way, it did impress Cold. Sure, it was rather stupid to go against them, but also very brave. And seeing the many rebellions they already culled, it was impressive. These people were very, very determined.
But at the end of the day, all they did was cost them resources, and replaceable resources at that. There was no point, and he had tried to make it clear countless times. But then he looked away for five seconds, only for another rebellion to happen.
It was so tiring.
Unlike him, though, Freeza seemed to like them, because his son was rather bloodthirsty. Cold kept telling Freeza to not blow up every planet he didn't like, because that was simply not profitable at all. His son never listened, of course.
Sometimes, Cold wished he had given his position to Cooler instead. He was much weaker than Freeza, but more stable and far less gung-ho about planetary destruction. Too bad for him, Cooler was a bit too… ambitious for Cold's liking.
Oh well.
Still, the complete silence from Freeza was rather concerning to the King. One day, his son had completely vanished, as if he never existed. He didn't know if the 'Resistance' was the cause of it, or if his son had come across Majin Buu or Beerus and decided to ignore his warnings, but Cold didn't like it one bit.
He didn't want to have another son. Freeza was already the perfect puppet. It'd be a huge loss for Cold if his best retirement plan decided to just disappear off the map. Why couldn't he have a nice day for once…
"Any word on Freeza, Kikono?" Cold asked the small yellow alien standing beside his throne.
"N-not yet I'm afraid."
"He's fallen completely off the grid," Berryblue added in a far calmer tone. "As much as I hate to admit it, I feel that something must've happened to him, my lord."
"So it seems." Cold's frown deepened. "Send Abo and Kado to investigate."
"As you command." Berryblue bowed.
However, before she could leave the throne room, several explosions outside shook the palace. Cold quickly stood up as a battle outside took place, shocked and confused. What was happening?
"It seems that we're under attack." Berryblue helpfully supplied, putting on her scouter.
"By whom?" Cold scowled.
She took a moment to answer.
"The Resistance."
What a pain.
As Cold flew up to investigate, the door to his throne room exploded, and out of the smoke walked a very recognizable Saiyan holding a brown bag and wearing modified armor and a red royal cape. It was none other than the leader of the Resistance and Freeza's former lackey.
"Vegeta," Cold growled. "To what do I owe the displeasure?"
"Here to deliver your mail, Your Highness." Vegeta grinned menacingly, holding up the bag. "Catch."
The Saiyan threw the bag, and Cold caught it with ease. He narrowed his eyes on the Monkey Prince, and after a moment, he decided to open it. To his horror, the bag held his son's decapitated head.
In his final form.
"So it was you?" Cold questioned in quiet fury. "You're the one responsible for this?"
"Considering I handed you the bag…" Vegeta paused and thought about it. "I don't know. Maybe."
"And you continue to mock me." The King said. "As if handing me my own son's head wasn't enough."
"Please, we both know you never cared about him." The Saiyan scoffed. "Spare me the fake tears. It's embarrassing."
Well, he wasn't particularly that subtle about it. Whatever. He threw the bag away like trash, continuing to address the monkey.
"I'll admit, killing Freeza is quite a great feat. I'm not sure how you and your ragtag group of washed-up mercenaries have done it." Cold shrugged with a smirk that hid his unrelenting rage. "But you do realize I'll have to kill you all, yes? I am much stronger than Freeza, you know?"
"Are you now?" Vegeta raised a brow and snorted. "Show me, then."
This little shit, Cold thought in anger.
Then faster than anyone in the universe could see, Cold was right in front of the Monkey Prince, throwing a punch that would surely turn him into a fine red mist. However, to his absolute shock, Vegeta caught the punch with one hand.
"What?" Cold uttered. "How did you–"
"Oh, you have no idea how long I've waited for this very moment," Vegeta said coldly, his hair flashing gold. "Not even killing Freeza brought me this much joy."
Before the King could react, Vegeta's aura grew several times in size, a brilliant golden glow covering him as his eyes turned into a sharp teal color. Cold stood there, a mixture of awe and overwhelming fear gripping his heart at the display of true power in front of him.
He instinctively knew what it was. The Saiyans only had one transformation, and it was that ugly ape form. This golden light, the ultimate power rolling off Vegeta's aura. Those stupid legends Freeza was worried about.
The Super Saiyan was real all along?
"Oh yes it was," Vegeta said as if he read his mind. "Oh, don't be too surprised. It was written all over your face."
Cold was too shocked to say anything.
"In fact, here's a little something between you and me." Vegeta's grip over Cold's fist tightened as he whispered the next sentence. "I'm not the only one who can do this."
Before the King could question what he meant, The Super Saiyan crushed his hand effortlessly, then kicked Cold in the chest so hard his foot nearly went through. Cold hacked and coughed, backing off as he saw the Prince walking toward him.
"Today marks the end of your Legacy," Vegeta said, extending a hand toward him. "With your death, I declare the new Golden Age of My Universe."
"W-wait, Vegeta–"
"Now, to hell with you."
With those five words being the last thing he ever heard and the scorching heat of the Saiyan Prince's energy blast, King Cold knew no more.
I feel my eyebrow twitch as I hear someone talking, their voice muffled for whatever reason. I try to open my eyes, but my vision is strangely blurry. However, I see a bright light right in front of me, before something or someone gets in the way, looking at me.
The person knocks on the glass separating us, mumbling about vegetables or something. Wait, glass? Why is there glass? Where am I anyway? I try to recall what I was doing before this, but I can't remember anything.
I can't even think properly. My head hurts, I feel like I'm underwater. The knocking on the glass is starting to get really irritating, but I can't even move my arms around. I feel so sluggish and weak.
What's going on? What is this place? I don't know. I don't know anything. I want to go back to sleep. Whatever this dream is, I'm not a fan. What are these people even saying? I can barely make out any of their words other than 'vegetables', 'prince', 'battle', and 'freezer'. What the hell is going on?
Suddenly, a loud noise I can barely comprehend jolts me out of this trance. I'm still weak, I try my hardest to move a muscle to no avail, but now I feel more awake. I blink a few times and realize that I am underwater.
In some kind of a tank that's beginning to drain the liquid. Reflexively, I tightly grab the mask over my face, my breathing getting erratic as I slowly begin to process my surroundings. What the hell is this place? Where is this– what happened to me?
As the water fully drains, I blink a few more times to adjust my vision, seeing a child wearing a very familiar-looking outfit with very long black hair reaching down to his knees, still knocking on the glass. He also blinks once he sees me looking at him, then jumps back.
"He's up." The boy says.
Then suddenly, the glass begins to open up. I instinctively let go of the mask, walking out of the tank and into the blindingly bright room. For some reason, my legs stop working and I fall forward before being caught by someone.
"Woah there." A large man with a mustache says, raising his brow. "You alright there, Prince?"
"W-what…" I mutter quietly, holding my head and grimacing in agony. "Ngh…"
My voice… This isn't my voice. Why is it so high-pitched?
"Guess not." The stranger clicks his tongue. "Come on, let's get you somewhere else. Raditz, go get his armor."
Raditz…? Why does that sound familiar?
"Yeah, yeah…" The boy from earlier responds.
The giant man carries me somewhere, but I'm too weak and tired to push him off me. I'm too confused, I don't know who these people are and what they want from me. I don't even know what the hell is going on here.
I swallow a lump in my throat. Yet at the same time, I can't help but feel overwhelming dread in my heart. Like something is very wrong here. Like I'm experiencing something that isn't supposed to be possible in the first place.
As I'm being carried, I look at the windows of the building, seeing the night sky filled with thousands of stars. What is this place? Is this a dream? But everything is so realistic. I can use all five of my senses just fine.
The man leads me to a room where the door slides open by itself. Two beds and a cupboard with some strange decorative plants I'd never seen before. Now that I think about it, everything looks… sci-fi-ish. Futuristic.
The man puts me on one of the beds as the boy catches up, holding a blue bodysuit and strange armor. Wait, I've seen this before. I know I have. But where?
"Radtiz, go get some water." The man said.
"Wha– seriously?!" The boy complained. "Why couldn't you have told me before I got here, Nappa?"
"Stop whining."
"Ughhh." He whines, putting the armor on the bed next to me before leaving.
"Tsk, what a brat." The man snorted before addressing me. "You look pretty out of it. You okay?"
I don't answer immediately, trying to process what's going on.
"I…don't know?" I say. "What happened to me?"
"Well, we were on a mission to take over some small planet in the east sector of the galaxy." The man responds, babbling some nonsense. "Wasn't any special job, but some bastard snuck up on you and hit you pretty hard."
He tapped on the back of his head a few times to make a point.
"W-what?" I utter.
"Don't worry though, we took 'em out." He waves it off. "Honestly, we were pretty lucky that the planet had a moon. We were getting outnumbered without you on the field. Still, having to take care of Raditz afterward wasn't fun. The kid still can't control his Great Ape form, unlike you."
"What the hell are you saying?" I question him in frustration. What does any of that even mean? "Use real words. "
The man blinks, becoming confused.
"Er, I'm saying you got knocked out in the middle of the battle." He explains again, which explains nothing. "Sheesh, I guess you had it bad, eh Vegeta? It did look like a nasty hit, not gonna lie."
…Vegeta? I recognize this name. No way I'd ever forget it. What does he mean by that? Why is he calling me– Wait, Raditz? And Nappa? What's the meaning of this? Is this some kind of a prank?
The other boy enters the room again, approaching me and handing me a glass of water. He looks a bit apprehensive and nervous as he does, though, but isn't particularly rude about it. If this was some kind of cosplay, it would've cost probably thousands of dollars for how convincing it looks.
I hesitantly take the glass of water, my heart dropping to my stomach as I see the blurry reflection on it. As I realize what is happening– where am I and who am I, my understanding of the world around me shatters into a million pieces.
I'm somehow in the fictional universe of Dragonball, in the body of a fictional character. And not any fictional character, but Prince Vegeta himself.
As a child.
In the Freeza Force.
Thousands of thoughts go through my mind in a millisecond, but I resist the urge to puke and quickly drink the water with one gulp, trying to calm myself. Just relax. Think this through calmly. Panicking won't help. It doesn't take a second to realize that if I act even one bit suspicious, that could spell the end for me.
"Any better?" Nappa asks.
"Yes," I answer simply. "Thank you."
For whatever reason, the two honest-to-god Saiyans look at each other in surprise. I quickly remember that this is not how Vegeta acts– words of gratitude, especially in this period of his life, were flat-out unheard of.
Fuck.
"Guess you need some time for yourself," Nappa says, thankfully not making any mention of it. He then turns his head at Raditz. "Come on, let's give him some privacy."
Oh, thank god. They didn't notice.
"Uh, yeah." Raditz nods and follows after the larger Saiyan, stealing one glance at me before leaving the room.
Once I'm sure I'm alone, I take a deep breath and get off the bed, looking out of the window. This isn't the night sky, this is space. I'm in a spaceship.
Still somewhat in disbelief, I touch my own face. God, this is so weird. Not because I'm in a different body – that's just straight-up supernatural, not weird – but because it doesn't feel wrong.
Was I reincarnated or something? I legitimately don't remember what I was doing before waking up here, but I certainly wasn't dying. No, I'm pretty sure I was somewhere safe. My own apartment even.
I'm Vegeta. I'm in Dragonball. And I'm in one of the worst positions I could've imagined. It's not like I'm on Earth, and not like I can somehow avoid all the danger when I'm literally in the body of the deuteragonist of the series. What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Do I let things play out as normal? Ironically, it's the safest way, even though I'll die twice in the future. But I'd still be around the good guys, and get revived as many times as I want. But with how young I am, that means suffering under Freeza for more than a decade…
I'd have to do his bidding throughout my time here until Raditz brings up Goku. That means slaughtering billions of people, clearing out dozens of planets, and being his good little lap dog.
I reflexively clench my fist, my anger flaring at the thought. No, I can't let that happen. I can maybe handle killing considering the world I'm in, but I refuse to do it for that rotten bastard. I won't be a slave.
Original Vegeta might've not had much of a choice, but I know everything that's going to happen. I have a lot of knowledge about the Dragonball Series and a plethora of ideas. I can't just stay here and do nothing when I know I can grow strong enough to rival literal gods.
Freeza at this point in the series is nothing.
I have to leave the Freeza Force. Find my way to Earth and/or Yardrat, and learn as much as I can from them. Right now, Freeza can glare at me in his first form and I'd die. Masters like Roshi, Kami, and Pybara can teach me a lot. I know I'm very powerful even as a child, but this isn't even a fraction of my full potential.
I need to learn everything I can, even from people thousands of times weaker than me. Battle Power is one thing, but I can't utilize any of it without experience, skill, and technique.
The image of a certain purple-colored form flashes into my mind. It's still far ahead– I need decades of hard training to get to that level of power. The culmination of Vegeta's journey as a warrior, Ultra Ego if I remember correctly. His answer to Goku's Ultra Instinct.
I have a headstart. I can cut down a lot of time with my current knowledge, but I'm getting too ahead of myself. I can think of ways to convince Beerus to take me as a student later. Right now, I need to find a way to escape Freeza without anyone knowing.
I don't want to lure Freeza to Yardrat or Earth. I'm sure that every one of their Attack Pods can be tracked, and I'm still very low on the hierarchy. I know Vegeta's power level was eighteen thousand, but that was him when he showed up on Earth the first time. As an adult. I'm pretty sure I'm weaker as a kid.
I pause and open my palm in front of me, and as soon as I simply think about it, a ki ball is formed, making me flinch. I didn't think it would've been this easy, but this is incredible. I can feel the power radiating off it. So this is what Ki feels like? Manifesting it feels so second nature, like breathing.
Is it muscle memory, if that even makes sense? Or is it because I'm a Saiyan now? I remember hearing that it comes naturally to them, with Goku, or I guess Kakarot, being an outlier since he hit his head.
The ki ball in my hand dissipates once I will it. Regardless, at least I won't have to struggle as much in relearning everything Vegeta knew. I have to test myself, though. Using Ki and fighting are completely different things.
My train of thought is interrupted as my stomach suddenly growls, making me grimace. After a meal maybe. I feel like I haven't eaten in days.
I walk away from the window and put on my jumpsuit and armor, walking out of my room once I'm done. I look around the spaceship, wondering if this is Freeza's mothership because I don't remember it looking like this. Then again, it's a massive ship. So maybe I just never saw the full thing from the inside.
I do remember that there was a cafeteria of sorts though, so that's what I look for, walking past a few soldiers who look at me and chuckle in what feels like a mocking tone. I don't verbally acknowledge it, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't piss me off. What the hell are they laughing at?
I shake my head and ignore it. Whatever. I'm not wasting time with some random grunts. I have better, more important things to worry about.
Eventually, I find what I'm looking for, using my sense of smell to guide me. Nobody so much as even acknowledges my existence as I walk in. Well, two people do.
"Hey, Vegeta. Over here." Nappa calls out to me, sitting next to Raditz. "We saved you a seat."
You know, now that I'm actually fully conscious and can process my surroundings at a human level, Nappa is huge. Maybe it's because I'm in the body of a child, but damn. I never really imagined him to be this tall.
I walk up to them and take the seat in front of Raditz, who looks at me but says nothing. He looks nervous whenever I'm around.
"So, you're better now?" Nappa asks.
"I am." I nod. "I just felt sick."
"Heh, must've swallowed some of the healing liquid." He grins.
"Is that bad?" Raditz gives him a side-eye glance.
"Long-term? Not really." The taller Saiyan shrugs. "I hear it gives you a stomach ache for a few minutes after leaving the tank, though. Also, it tastes like piss."
…Why does he know that?
"Speaking of taste, though." Nappa looks at Raditz.
Raditz immediately picks up on the older Saiyan's intent and rolls his eyes before getting off his seat, going to the counter, and picking up a 'few' servings of strange and frankly unappealing alien food. Honestly, I almost lose my appetite just looking at it. I don't even know how to explain what it looks like. Just that it's blue in color.
And that it's still moving, but I'm sure that's just my brain playing tricks on me.
He puts the plates on the table in front of me and then goes back to his seat. If I wasn't so damn starving, I wouldn't have even considered eating this. But food is food, and I'm a Saiyan now, so…
I hesitantly pick up a spoon and dig in. Thankfully, it isn't as bad as it looks, but it still tasted pretty bland and way too weird for me. I force it in, though, because I can't expect to survive without food. And I don't want to look odd in front of them.
"Heh, haven't seen you this hungry in a while." Nappa comments. "By the way, we have a new mission in a few cycles. Some planet called Aerilia."
I pause as I process his words. I barely have time to leave the Force. I don't want to be involved in a genocide, especially not one ordered by Freeza. Stealing planets and wiping out races does nothing to help our Universe's Mortal Level.
Beerus, you lazy fuck. Get rid of this moron already.
"Average power level is around ten to twenty, so it shouldn't be that tough to clear out." He continues. "Even Raditz can handle it on his own."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you've gotten pretty strong, pipsqueak." Nappa grins, playfully smacking him on the back of his head. "Good on you."
"What's my power level?" I ask after swallowing, getting in between their banter.
"Hm? Oh right, you probably got a small boost after leaving the tank." He says, taking out his scouter and putting it on. "Let's see, your power level now is…"
Nappa suddenly freezes as he clicks on the button, eyes widening in shock. I pause and meet Radtiz's gaze as he slowly puts the scouter on the table, equally confused as the boy. What? What's he doing?
"So?" I blink.
He looks around, making sure nobody is near us, then leans forward and mutters.
"Twenty-five thousand."
Hearing that makes me freeze.
"T-twenty-five thousand?!" Raditz yells in shock. "That's higher than Dodoria–"
Nappa immediately shuts him up by slamming his face into the table. Other Freeza Soldiers look at us with a mixture of confusion, concern, and amusement. Nappa lets out a fake laugh as he waves off what happened.
"Some casual Saiyan banter here, folks." He says, letting go of Raditz as he holds his nose in pain. "Nothin' else to see."
This somehow works and everyone goes back to whatever they were doing, but not before throwing insulting remarks our way, which may or may not have annoyed me.
"Damned clowns…"
"These monkeys are barbaric."
"Why does Lord Freeza even keep them around?"
"So uncivilized."
A part of me really wants to see what this twenty-five thousand power level can do to these morons, but I have enough self-restraint to not cause the entire force to go after my ass.
…Yeah, I think I'm a lot more aggressive than I should be. Is this normal for Saiyans? Feels exhausting to be this mad all the time.
"Keep your voice down, idiot," Nappa whispers to Raditz. "Want the entire Force to know that?"
"Sorry…" The younger Saiyan apologizes.
"Still, this is incredible, Prince." An excited grin makes its way onto his face. "With a power level higher than even Dodoria's, no planet can pose a threat to you."
I just woke up and things are already changing, for better or worse, I don't know. You'd think having a headstart on the original would be nice, but Freeza is a spiteful dick. Even an increase that small might make him decide that he doesn't want me anymore. And if that happens now when I don't stand a chance, then I'm utterly doomed.
I have to figure out how to hide my energy and how to sense things, to begin with. Scouters are a liability, they're not good for anything other than communication. Even then, Freeza can probably hear everything through them.
I guess I have something to do now. Get used to fighting with this body and learn how to suppress my ki.
As soon as I finish my food, I address the larger Saiyan.
"Do we have something to do?" I ask him.
"Not really. Why?"
"Because I want to test this newfound power," I say, looking at Raditz. "And I want you two to help me."
Raditz visibly flinches at my request, and I catch his scared look as he tries to hide from me. Nappa, on the other hand, while concerned, looks more confused than anything.
"Eh?" He blinks. "Well, I mean, sure, but you ain't gonna benefit much. We're not close to your level before and definitely not now."
"You are the only ones I can ask for this," I argue, thinking of something Vegeta would say. "I'd rather spar with my own kin than anyone in this incompetent force."
Fortunately, this seems to convince them. They don't look one bit suspicious, meaning my Vegeta impression isn't that bad. That's good. I don't actually know how loyal either of them is, and while I'm sure they are loyal to an extent, I still need to be careful.
I'm the Prince of Saiyans, but less than ten Saiyans still exist, so I don't really know if that title really holds up. Me, these two, Kakarot, Tarble, Paragus, and Broly. Gohan, Goten, and Trunks don't exist yet, so that's just seven Saiyans, eight if I include Turles.
Should I try to make a colony? My race is doomed unless I revive them with the Dragonballs, which isn't happening any time soon because I don't think I can control tens of thousands of Saiyan right now, even with my rightful position as a prince.
But with those that exist I can make an excellent counterforce to Freeza's army, alongside any other formidable warriors I can find across the universe. The idiot emperor made too many enemies, so a lot of different people would jump at the opportunity to kill him.
A bounty hunter with green hair comes to mind, even though it'll be tough to convince him considering the Saiyans annihilated his world, but I digress. I can make plans later.
"I guess that's fair–" Nappa starts, but then stops as someone puts a hand on my shoulder.
"'Incomptent Force' eh Prince?" Someone says. I turn to look at him, seeing someone I barely recognize. Red skin and looks like a humanoid bull. Sashimi I think? Or something along those lines. "Ain't that a bit too harsh?"
I simply narrow my eyes at him, but say nothing as Nappa beats me to it.
"Hands off, Shisami." He warns.
Right, Shisami, not Sashimi.
Honestly, I'd take raw Earth fish over whatever the hell I just ate.
"What, I'm not allowed to disagree with Vegeta here? I mean, it's ironic, isn't it?" He snorts. "Since he got knocked out on his last mission."
"A-at least we actually go out on missions." Raditz scowls. "Unlike you. Stop hanging around the spaceship all day you stupid red space cow."
Elementary-school grade insult aside, I'm a bit surprised that he was defending me. He's too nervous around me, making me think he hates me or something.
Before Shisami could respond, I cut him off.
"Save your breath, Raditz," I tell him. "We have better things to do than argue with some low-class garbage. Let's go."
"Yeah!" Raditz smirks and gets off his seat, slightly surprised. Probably isn't used to Vegeta not verbally abusing him all the time. "We're better than him anyway."
Nappa doesn't say anything, but he snorts and grins as he and Raditz follow me to the exit. The crowd who saw the exchange were laughing at Shisami, who was getting red in the face. Er, well, redder than usual anyhow.
"No way you're letting that go, Shisami!" One soldier says.
"By a kid too?" Another laughs.
More soldiers rile him up until he's had enough. Eh, I saw it coming anyway.
"You runt…" He growls before charging at me. "I oughta teach you a lesson!"
Through muscle memory, I summon a layer of ki around me, then spin around and catch Shisami's huge fist with ease, responding with a simple punch to the gut that sends him crashing through several tables and into the wall, instantly knocked out.
I stand there in surprise, arm outstretched and eyes wide. I stare at my fist for a few seconds then pull my arm back, pretending I knew this would happen. Oh wow. I didn't mean to hit him this hard. Damn, I'm really strong.
And it feels good.
The other soldiers, instead of getting mad that I ruined their food, all back away from me in fear. Doing my best Vegeta impression, I snort and continue my walk to the exit. Admittedly I feel giddy.
"That was awesome!" Raditz says as we leave the cafeteria. "You really showed him!"
"It's as I said." I shrug and cross my arms. "Low-class garbage."
"He probably didn't account for the 'little' boost you got," Nappa adds. "He thought he was still your equal at eleven thousand."
So that was Vegeta's power level before? Makes sense. It'd be very weird if he was born at eighteen thousand and somehow never grew past it after years of working for Freeza. But still, the jump from that to twenty-five? More than double.
Then again, Kakarot went from ninety thousand to three million in the Namek Saga.
"So, we're still sparring?" Nappa asks and I nod. "Was what you did there not enough?"
"No."
"Guess not." He sighs, scratching his cheek.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Nothing, don't worry about it."
I decide to stay silent and not press him on this. The massive difference in power between me and these two is probably what's making them worried. But I need to at least understand how fighting with Ki works. I can throw a punch, but a superpowered punch? Not so much.
I don't know what 'Cycles' mean in this context, but I assume a few doesn't mean a lot of time. I have until then to get used to fighting, and maybe at the same time, I can get them both to be stronger.
I'm not sure if I want to bring them with me to whatever safe haven I plan on going to, but Saiyans have to stick together, and I need all the help I can get. Moral Dilemmas can wait until I've fully dealt with Freeza.
In the meantime, I should focus on my personal power as a warrior, and gather an army for an inevitable war against the idiot emperor. Then and only then I can rest. Cell isn't really a problem because I can just end Gero before he exists, and Buu won't be an issue until thirty years at least. More than enough time to prepare.
This is going to be a very long endeavor, one I sure as hell won't be giving up on any time soon. I don't know if me being in Vegeta's body is the doing of some deity or a one-in-an-infinity chance.
But I swear on my newfound Saiyan pride that I will not waste it.
That God of Destruction seat is looking real nice.
This one will probably turn into a full series because some dickhead commissioned it without my consent. No, I'm not going to explain how that works, and no, I don't do commissions. This is just a special case.