“Is that the best that’s out there in the audience, my friends? C’mon, surely there must be at least one real fighter among this crowd who can make one of
my boys stay down for the count!” The PokeMon Trainer taunted.
Without waiting, as if he ever would, Vegeta teleported himself into the ring and in front of Hitmonchan. The crowd was stunned! Who was this dwarf with
the Vege-head hair do that spiked to the sky and had probably never seen a rake? How could he possibly hope to measure up against the giant PokeMon,
the best fighters on Kanto Island?
“You? Ha, ha, ha! You wish to challenge us, small one? You’ll be squashed like a bug!” the trainer taunted, trying to contain his laughter at such a sight.
Even he himself towered over this arrogant baka!
Vegeta smirked, “Not only do I accept your challenge, but I will win! I fight to win!” Vegeta boasted confidently, as he stood calm, cool, collected and ready
to do battle.
The trainer snickered. “All right, then, we accept your challenge. But I cannot allow these PokeMon to fight any longer. They have fought hard enough
already,” the trainer said then leaned over the side of the ring.
The trainer threw out an object that was red on top and white on the bottom. The object, which was a Pokeball, broke open and emitted a bright flash of
light. When the light died away, there stood a creature with four arms, three times taller than his royal arrogance and as massive as an oak tree. The
PokeMon, which was a Machamp, attacked first and without warning. It wrapped the diminutive prince in its powerful arms and refused to yield.
Instinctively, Vegeta struggle for freedom but he stopped and looked Machamp in the eyes. A flash of light left the prince’s eyes, entered the Machamp’s
eyes and caused it to howl in pain. Machamp let go of Vegeta, who fell to the ground and landed on his feet. Vegeta jumped into the air joined his hands
at the wrists to form the letter ‘C’ and yelled “Big Bang Attack!” A huge blinding sheet of light left from between his cupped hands at a terrific rate and
struck the defenseless PokeMon. At the moment of impact, the PokeMon was ripped to shreds. The crowed, which seconds ago had been cheering and
laughing because Vegeta was so tiny and appeared to be no match for Machamp, now stood horrified at the sight of one of their beloved creatures torn
apart mercilessly.
“Your dad killed a PokeMon?! Damn his black eyes to hell, he’s such a monster! I can’t believe I ever let that monkey tailed ass get next to me!” Bulma
exclaimed, anger at what she had just witnessed exploding from her every pore. After seeing this, she was very tempted to go and unhook the regen tank
and let that heathen die of his wounds!
Trunks, stopping the tape at the spot they had been watching, said, “That was only the first incident. It gets worse from here on out. I didn't know what
was goin' on, but I knew my dad wasn't to blame," his voice was distant then he started the tape back up.
The trainer became incensed then threw out another Pokeball. When the flash disappeared, there stood the most immense PokeMon known to exist:
Snorlax. For the first time in Bulma’s line of vision, the arrogant, I-can-beat-anything-into-the-ground stubborn as a mule Prince of Saiya-jin showed both
fear and doubt. Snorlax was massive! He had to easily weigh over 1000lbs and his appetite was said to rival that of the last two full Saiyans in existence.
The PokeMon towered over everything and Vegeta was no bigger than an ant in comparison. The beast took a step in Vegeta’s direction, but the Prince’s
brain kicked into gear and his body reacted. Vegeta took off to higher ground and flew out of the way of a foot that could have easily squashed him as if he
had been a Weedle or a Caterpie.
‘I can’t win against this thing! Fighting it would be a lot like fighting Frieza, the Androids or Cell and my Saiya-jin pride will not allow a forfeit,’ the Vegeta
thought to himself and he flew around the Snorlax.
This move proved to be advantageous for the prince. Because of the PokeMon’s massive size, it was not as agile and quick as many of the smaller PokeMon
were, thus it could not keep up with it’s miniscule opponent and ended up tripping over its own feet. The beast fell out of the ring, which caused it to be
disqualified and Vegeta pronounced the winner.
“He won! And he didn’t even have to go Super Saiya-jin to do it!” Chioutzu remarked in surprise.
Vegeta went to get out of the ring when the trainer grabbed him and punched him square in the jaw. The prince flinched, but the hand of the other man
broke on impact with the tough as iron jaw of the Saiya-jin. The prince rounded on the trainer and kicked him square in the chest, which sent the trainer
flying over the ropes and into another dimension. After that a free-for-all erupted with Vegeta gaining the upper hand. He just blasted or kicked everyone
that got too close for his comfort level. He was 100x stronger than those who ganged up on him were. When the dust settled and the shock wore off, the
boxing ring was surrounded by police officials who took the Saiya-jin prince into custody for inciting a riot then took him off to jail. The tape ended and
Trunks rewound it to put it away.
Bulma sat in shock. “Your dad got arrested? Why am I not surprised! I always knew that hair-trigger temper of his would be his undoing! But why didn’t
he call? All criminals are allowed one phone call!” Bulma screamed as memories of that night returned to her mind.
She had been hot with anger! She had vowed that she would put him out her life permanently upon his return! And her baby! Where was he?
Thankfully, Chichi, Goku’s wife and Bulma’s best friend, had called to let her know that Trunks was okay and that he was at the Son residence. That
information had eased Bulma’s mind about what happened to her baby.
“Would you like Vegeta to come home after the guys bail him out or what?” Chichi had asked in a hesitant voice.
“He can rot in his cell as far as I’m concerned! I don’t ever want to see him again! Chichi, he killed a PokeMon! That’s unforgivable!” Bulma had yelled but
her friend was sympathetic.
“So, who bailed that royal pain in my ass out of jail that night? Bulma asked her son who was just putting the tape away then turned cartoons on for
Bura. Her little ears were used to the cussing and foul language, which were major parts of her parents’ vocabulary.
“”Don’t call my daddy a pain in your ass. He says you’re a pain in his,” the baby piped up not taking her eyes off the Reboot episode that held her interest.
Bulma’s mouth dropped open. Trunks laughed as he had heard Vegeta say that very thing just before their training session that day.
“Bura Briefs, where did you hear that?” Bulma shrieked.
“Daddy. He takes me to work with him so we can train together. Some of the other guys at the site talk about their wives, girlfriends or brats. I don’t care
if daddy calls me a brat. I know I am! Yesterday, a guy asked daddy about his marriage and daddy said that he did not wish to discuss that ‘pain in my ass
weakling female creature I chose to be with. One of the few regrets of my existence.’ That’s what my daddy said,” Bura explained in a tone of arrogance
that matched Vegeta’s.
Bulma, who was already seeing a vision of the prone, lifeless body of a dead Prince Vegeta, was so incensed by what her daughter had just said that she
couldn’t straight. “He takes you to work with him?! You should be in school!” she yelled.
“You know I got kicked out when I was three, so don’t have a cow, woman! Daddy says I don’t need that bakayaro piece of shit, anyway. He can teach
Trunks and I what we need to know,” Bura shot her nose into the air in an imitation of her Outusan.
“Hey, leave me out of this! Hey, let’s go to the mall! I’ll buy you that game disc for the PS4,” Trunks told his sister, who jumped with joy.
“Wait, you never told me who bailed Vegeta outta jail that night?” Bulma asked.
“Kakarrot and Piccolo! Dad stayed with Piccolo that night then left the planet the next day. That was just before your birthday. Bye!” Trunks laughed,
grabbed Bura-chan, turned off the TV, then left the house and went to a local mall.
Well, at least some of the mystery of fifteen years ago had been cleared up but she still didn’t know why Vegeta was not allowed into Cerulean City.
Bulma called Chichi.
“Hello, Son Residence, Chichi speaking,” Chichi’s shrill voice greeted.
“Chichi! It’s Bulma. Hey, girlfriend is Gohan or Goku around? I need some info only one of them can provide.”
“Yeah, hun, hang on, Goku’s home,” Chichi said and put the call on hold.
“Hey, Bulma, wazzup? Chichi said you wanna ask me somethin’,” Goku said in his good-natured way.
“Goku, do you remember the day Vegeta had taken Trunks to the CCWC?” Bulma asked her long time friend.
“I don’t think any of us will ever forget it ever though it’s been fifteen years. Although, I’m sure Vegeta probably wished he could blast that day to the next
dimension. What d’ya wanna know?”
“Why isn’t Vegeta allowed in Cerulean City? I was gonna ask him to take Bura to the Carnival, but Trunks told me that the son-of-a bitch wasn’t allowed
within a mile of the City,” Bulma said in her demanding tone of voice that always got a quick response and set some beings on edge.
“Well, maybe it’s because there’s a restraining order on file in the City Hall against him for the destruction of property and a large number of casualties,”
Goku provided the information.
“Thanks, my old friend. I knew I could count on you. Oh, could you possibly tell me where he went after you and Piccolo had bailed him out of jail?” Bulma
asked for one last bit of info before she terminated the call.
“Sure. He got a call from the owner of the Construction Company he works with. The man sent him to do a job off planet and he had no time to prepare or
tell anyone. Pic and I knew because Vege told us. I asked if he wanted us to let you know, but he said to just tell the kids he’d be home as soon as the
job was over. Anything else?” Goku asked but Bulma said that was all she had called for and terminated the call.
Bulma went into the treatment room where the regeneration tank was housed. Vegeta sat unconscious and hooked up to breathing and vital sign
apparatus and surrounded by a watery fluid to aid in a speedy recovery. She looked at him in disgust, her stomach elevating into her throat. It was hard to
believe that a being not much taller than she herself could be so destructive and hateful! After over twenty years among the Earthlings some of the ways
should have rubbed off on the prince and softened his cold demeanor, but not Vegeta. He fought any and all emotion like he fought any enemy. As
impossible as it sounded, he was probably a lot colder and meaner now than he was when he and Nappa had first invaded the planet. No matter, Bulma
still hated the ground he walked on and would be that much happier once she could sever the mateship bond that tied them together. She knew he would
very definitely be happy.
“I swear, you disgust me to no end with that damned Saiya-jin temper and arrogance of yours! Killing an innocent PokeMon is something I cannot abide!
You must have felt like the king of the world that day! I’m not sorry that you got put into prison that day, either. The judge should have thrown the book
at you then thrown you under the jailhouse! Bakayaro!” and with that, Bulma left the infirmary, forgetting that even in an unconscious state, Vegeta could
both hear and sense her presence.
As the great Prince Vegeta sat unconscious in the tank, his mind relived the events, which had caused him to destroy the poke creature in front of not only
his son’s little eyes, but also Goten’s and several others. The nightmare, which had haunted him for the last fifteen years, played itself out like a movie in
his mind. The scene was horrible. He had entered the ring full of confidence, himself and arrogance, which was nothing new, but when he’d seen the size
of the Machamp, he began to doubt his ability to fight such a creature. Yes, Frieza, the Androids and Cell had all been formidable enemies and threatened
his very existence, but the PokeMon acted only through instinct and its training. Vegeta chided himself for putting far too much energy into that power
blast. He hadn’t intended on killing Machamp, he just wanted to get free. It was his extremely short and volatile temper that made him use his ‘Big Bang’
attack to destroy that creature. Then came the Snorlax! Although he didn’t destroy that PokeMon in the same manner as he had the Machamp minutes
earlier, causing the massive beast to fall out of the ring, which meant instant disqualification, was humiliating to the trainer. The trainer, huh. He was a
joke. The man thought he was gonna take down the prince and be a force to be reckoned with, but Vegeta had just kicked him in the chest and it was
lights out.
Following that, Vegeta found himself jumped upon from all sides and he had to kick and punch to try and free himself from the mob. However, physical
fisticuffs proved futile, so he began blasting, which sent bodies flying everywhere! The other Z Sensi tried to pull Vegeta out of the ring, but they had to
fight off a gang of crazies themselves who had jumped them on the ground. When the fighting was over-due to the arrival of the local authorities-it was
the prince who had ended up on the inside of a jail cell and caged like a wild animal, humiliated and shamed beyond all endurance. He went ballistic at
being caged as memories of being a slave on Frieza’s ship many years ago returned to haunt him. After sometime, he had settled down and sat on the cot
in the cell in deep thought. He knew the others had either continued on with their day or had gone off to their own dwellings. He couldn’t blame them, nor
would he blame them if they never wanted anything to do with his royal arrogant ass. Without actually putting his mind to it, he had managed to ruin their
day and his son’s day. His day had been ruined the minute he had entered the house from his training session and the bitch ordered that he hurry up,
shower and dress because he was going to take Chibi Trunks to the Cerulean City Water Carnival. “And I’ll have none of your sass or back talk!” she had
screamed in his ear. That sound had grated on his nerves from day one and set his teeth on edge. His mate had the most strident voice in existence and
he found that he had to get away from the annoying sound as often as possible. Nonetheless, Vegeta, had bit down on a strong retort and his pride, went
to shower, change, then he sat with his son on the porch to wait for Goku and his family. As he sat alone in his jail cell, he allowed that hidden part of his
nature and being to surface. That part of him, which he, like all Saiya-jin, had buried a long time ago. That part was his emotions. He let a tear fall from
onyx eyes. He stiffened his body in preparation for the uncontrollable flood that was about to erupt. He hated the feeling of complete helplessness and
the utter dejection the emotion caused him to experience. He hated the fact that his emotions were beyond his control once they surfaced. He knew
better than to fight this building storm, which would swallow him whole and leave him spent and listless as if he had been through a near death battle. As
he hugged his knees to his chest, he had the feeling of being enfolded in an embrace and a soft voice cooing, “Hush, my little warrior, all will be all right.
Your mommy’s here and she’ll let nothing harm you. Sh-sh-sh, my son, and rest your weary mind in my comfort,” and with that, Vegeta lay on the cot and
cried himself to sleep.
He was startled awake by a key unlocking a lock. His eyes and his head had hurt monstrously and his chest felt as if an elephant had curled up on it to
sleep.
“Hey! Warrior Prince, get up! You’ve been sprung!” a harsh voice spoke.
Vegeta stretched his tired muscles, swung his legs over the side of the cot and slowly got to his feet. He stumbled off balance and a hand grabbed his
elbow to steady him. Surprisingly, he didn’t shake it off.
“Hey, easy, Vegeta,” a voice said.
Vegeta jumped back to his senses. “Unhand me, baka!” he snapped.
He was surprised to find both Goku and Piccolo had come and bailed him out, but his face didn’t waver from its stony expression.
“You can crash at my place. We all know how Bulma will react to you’re having been incarcerated,” Piccolo offered.
‘Remind me to thank you at some point before our existence is terminated,” Vegeta thought to himself.
“You’re welcome. We know you won’t admit it, Vege-head, but we are a lot alike. The only difference is that I let a five year old boy with a special hidden
powers get next to me during the twelve months that I trained him to fight against you and Nappa. Why can’t you let your guard down?” Piccolo had
asked, not really expecting a reply.
“Because I’m afraid to,” Vegeta admitted in a voice so low it was not even on the scale of a whisper but Piccolo, who also possessed super sensitive
hearing, had heard it and was shocked into silence.
The morning following his incarceration and a good-night’s rest at Piccolo’s, Vegeta had gotten a call from the owner of the Construction Company he
subcontracted for and was sent to clear away a planet that would soon be known as ‘Minerva.’
CHAPTER II:
CHANGE OF HEART
The next day, Trunks prepared his sister, Bura, to go to the Carnival. Ever since she entered the world and Trunks first laid eyes on her, he loved her. He
could remember that day as if it had just happened. Vegeta had brought her to CC not soon after she had been born. She was a beautiful infant and very
warm. Vegeta had let fourteen-year old Trunks hold the baby while he prepared a gallon of formula for the tot.
“Hey, dad. So, this is the little chimp, huh? Good job. What’ll we name her?” Trunks had asked his dad.
“Well, knowing that woman and her mother, it’ll probably be another piece of clothing to further humiliate me and deny you both your Saiya-jin birthright.
But since you’re with your brother, Vegeta, and me at the moment, I think I’ll call you Cilvanti,” Outusan Vegeta had smiled a real smile at the baby who had
cooed like a dove at the name.
Trunks smiled every time Outusan had addressed the young boy as Vegeta, his namesake. Trunks could not have been happier and the baby was well
pleased with the name Outusan had given her.
“She’s so small, dad. I like her. Look, she’s got a tail! I wonder if had a tail when I was born,” Trunks sighed, his tone sad.
“Your mother had it removed not soon after you were born. Cilvi was too much to give birth too, so left that woman so weak, she didn’t even know her
own name. I gave the bitch some energy then went to see our baby, checked her over and brought her here. We’ll watch her until the woman is strong
enough for the job,” Outusan had said.
If Trunks hadn’t known better, he would have sworn his Outusan was softening. Well, watching the way he handled Cilvanti, was a good indication that
the rough, tough, hard hearted Prince of all Saiya-jin did indeed have a heart buried behind that stony exterior.
“Hey, Vegeta, we goin’ or not?” Bura (Cilvanti) broke into his reverie. She spoke in their Outusan’s native tongue.
Trunks shook himself back to reality. “Huh? Oh, yeah. I was just thinkin’ about when dad brought you home from the hospital and we took care of you
until the woman could do her job. Dad took care of you for three months and wasn’t a jerk like Bulma always says he is. He loved you straight up and I
loved watching him take care of you. When Bulma came out of the hospital, I had to take over so dad could go back to work. He knew Bulma would never
let him train you like he was training me. But enough of that, let’s go,” Trunks smiled at his sister who looked so much like their mom but was more like
Outusan than he himself was, who was the prince’s exact double with lavender hair.
“Daddy’s amazing! I love him so much. I wish I were a little older so I could marry him. Hey, that’s it! Why don’t we…!”
“No, I know where you’re goin’ and it’s not a good idea.
I know even dad wouldn’t want you to make such a wish! Besides, I like you the way that you are, chimp! Does she know your tail grew back?”
“She’d freak! I like freakin’ her out! You gonna let your tail grow back?” Cilvanti asked as the two went to wait for Gohan, his wife Videl and their daughter
Pan, and Goku’s youngest son and Trunks’ best friend, Goten. Trunks had nodded in response to her question of regaining his tail.
Bulma had gone off to work early that morning and Vegeta Outusan still lay unconscious. Bura asked her brother to take her to see Vegeta before they left
and he did as he, too, wanted to see his elder before they left.
“I’m going to the Carnival, now daddy! You hurry up and get well so we can train. Mr. Humizu, your partner, called and I told him about your accident and
that you wouldn’t be able to work for awhile. He understood said to get well soon so we can get back to business. I love you, daddy. Take care. I’ll bring
you something from the Carnival,” and with that Bura went off with her brother.
In his unconscious state, Vegeta had heard every word his baby had uttered and responded. ‘I love you and Vegeta, too, honey. Be good and obey.
Thanks for telling Humiszu about my accident,’ the prince said telepathically.
Out of everyone he knew, the only people who seemed to be attuned to him were his children, and admittedly, so were Goku, Gohan, Goten, Piccolo and
even the man he worked with, Emanu Humizu. Outside of them, no one else understood him. Definitely not that woman he lived with and had the kids with
and she was one being he did not wish to understand him. It was not surprising that the children were so bonded to him. From the very first moment his
eyes spied Cilvanti and his arms first held her, he knew he wanted nothing other than his two heirs beside him wherever this existence took him. In the
regen tank, Vegeta’s being was opened and receptive and he witnessed images and experienced feelings which he only let surface around very few beings
on the planet. Bulma was not one of them.
In his mind, images played like movies and he was seeing himself in Bulma’s hospital room after she had delivered the baby. As with Trunks’ birth, he
hadn’t been there to assist her in anyway and she had to rely on her old friends to lean on. When Vegeta had finally showed himself, he found Yamcha,
Chichi and Goku in the room.
“Where the hell have you been? This is the second time she’s nearly died trying to birth your offspring, Mr. Saiya-jin Prince! She’s just barely alive now,
but you don’t care! You are such a selfish pig!” Chichi screamed and went to slap Vegeta across the face but thought better of the action. “C’mon, Goku,
let’s go home!” Chichi ordered and Goku meekly followed.
If there was one thing that turned Vegeta’s stomach and sent a chill down his rigid spine, it was seeing the way the mighty Saiya-jin warrior kowtowed to
that bitch of a wife of his, but then Chichi was no mere woman! She was the strongest woman on Earth and had once fought against Goku in the World
Martial Arts Tournament. Vegeta knew that’s what Bulma had desired out of him, but she was nothing compared to Chichi. During the height of pleasure
when Vegeta would have flipped into SSJ form, he had to fight to control the urge or he would have killed the woman. It was hard enough to realize that
every time she produced one of his offspring into the world her life force was being drained. Now, Vegeta approached Bulma’s bedside, told Yamcha to
leave if he knew what was good for him then proceeded to share energy with the mother of his children.
“You’ll be all right, woman, I’ll see to that! I’m sharing energy with you. You have my two little warriors to raise, although I will still be training Trunks and
will train the new baby when it gets older,” Vegeta had stated in a calm voice as he placed his hands over Bulma and a blue-white light emitted from his
palms.
After some time, Bulma began to stabilize. Her breathing became steady and easier and her color began to turn from grey-blue to yellow -beige.
If he hadn’t of witnessed it, he would not have believed it. “So he does have some compassion in that stone heart of his for another being besides
himself! I’ve got your number now, Prince High and Mighty!” Yamcha said to himself as he had peered into Bulma’s room while Vegeta was in process of
sharing energy. Yamcha ducked away when he saw Vegeta straighten and head to the door.
“You utter one word about what you just witnessed, and I’ll have your guts for lunch and send the rest of you to another dimension!” Vegeta said through
clenched teeth as he made his way to the nursery. Yamcha reentered Bulma’s room to be with her.
After seeing Bulma was resting comfortably, Vegeta went to locate the baby. That was not hard. Its cry echoed down the hallway and propelled the
Saiya-jin towards it. This was the very reason why Saiya-jin dads stayed away from home during the infant’s first year or so of life. The noise they emitted
was matched only by his mate’s screaming and moaning. Nonetheless, Vegeta had made his way to the nursery and saw the nurses having a time with a
very uncontrollable, unhappy and very probably hungry baby, whose little tail showed from under its blanket. Vegeta folded his arms across his chest,
stroke his familiar wide leg pose and spoke in his native language. Amazingly, the baby’s cries calmed down to a whimper.
“Thank you! I was going crazy trying to control her! I pity her parents when they get her home! Her strength is incredible! One of the highest I’ve ever
seen in an infant! She must be part something other than human,” a nurse holding the baby said.
Vegeta just happened to have a scouter with him. He attached it to his handsome face, pressed the buttons then read the numbers. “Stupid bitch, she’s
broken it! These numbers are not right!” The prince held is arms out and indicated he wanted to hold the bundle, which the nurse gladly relinquished.
“You’re powerful, y’know that, little lady? You’ll be SSJ before long and even I won’t be able to control you!” Vegeta smirked down at the infant, forgetting
the presence of the nursing staff. The baby nestled in the prince’s arms and began to breathe gently, a good indication that she was asleep. “Clean her
up, I’m taking her with me,” the prince said in a tone that meant action and he went to hand the baby back to the nurse, who recoiled in fear. Vegeta
laughed: a complete, maniacal, wicked sound that shook the air. “Afraid of her? Well you should be. This little one’s power at the moment is on the scale
of an atomic bomb and very unstable! Her mother is resting easily, so I’ll take the brat with me.”
“Who are you?” a young charge nurse asked in a challenging voice but then noticed the ‘belt’ wrapped around Vegeta’s waist was exactly like the baby’s.
“You’re the daddy? What manner of being are you?”
