15 years later…

Bardock rolled his eyes as his youngest son came into the kitchen. Turles had become a handful, it was making him wonder why the boy couldn't be more like Kakarot was—and he thought he would never think those words.

Turles grabbed some food, while Gine smiled. She knew what was on her boy's mind. Turles was at that age where girls were becoming a thing. The problem was that Turles seemed to be attracted to the scent of every available female. It was really becoming a nuisance. "Remember to come straight home today," Gine said.

Turles rolled his eyes. He knew that there was a large group of girls hanging out behind the battle dome. "But I want to go do some training."

Bardock sighed. "That's not going to work, boy."

Turles groaned. "I don't see why I can't go and talk to the girls."

"You're too young to mate," Bardock argued. "You don't want to end up like Toma do you?"

Turles rolled his eyes once more. He still didn't see the big deal. "If it was Gohan, you would let him do it."

Gine sat down. "Your nephew is studying with your brother, Raditz, at the lab as well as being the top of his class at the academy."

"Gohan isn't looking at girls for the purpose of mating," Bardock growled.

"I just want them to notice me," Turles sighed. How the hell was he supposed to compete with Kakarot and Raditz? Those two had survived both wars and were seen as heroes. He wasn't as strong as Kakarot. He wasn't as smart as Raditz. He needed to get the girl's attention or he would never have a mate when he got older.

Gine giggled. "There will be plenty of time for that when your hormones adjust. You have to be patient."

Turles huffed, leaning back in his seat. Life just wasn't fair.

Over at the lab, Raditz wiped his head. He had just finished his newest project. It was just a little work that Vegeta had okayed. Bio-weapons were usually some of his favorite things to work on.

"Dad, are you in here?" Salot said walking in, she had a bag with her. "Oh, there you are. Mom sent me with some food."

"Just leave it on the desk." Raditz moved to go through some paperwork. He had to finalize this by morning.

"What is it that you're working on?" she pondered.

Raditz couldn't help but grin. "You really want to know? I thought that you didn't have an interest in science?"

Salot turned red. "I don't, but I still want to know what you're doing. Mom, wanted to know if you'll be home in time for dinner."

"It's just a couple of DNA swaps. I will be home for dinner though. I just have to send this paperwork to Tarble," Raditz said. "What book are you going through this time?"

His daughter now looked excited. She took after her mother, being a woman of languages over science. She launched into a whole discussion about the book they were reading. He knew the one. "King Arble really was a tragic figure. Too bad he's just a myth."

Raditz almost choked on his lunch. "I wouldn't say that."

"Dad?" Salot asked. The gears in her head were turning. She was his child; of course she would love some information on the subject.

"Let me finish lunch and get these papers sent off. Then I'll show you it," Raditz said. "Just don't touch anything in here."

"What do you want to show me?" she asked curiously.

"It's an old trial box. I've recorded all of its data onto the computer drives, but it's still around. It has Arble's trial on it," Raditz said with a smirk.

Her eyes lit up. "That really exists?!"

Raditz chuckled. "You're not just learning about the languages of our people. You're learning the history. Those aren't myths at all."

"So all I have to do is wait?!" She sat there, waiting for him to finish. He nodded. "You are the best, Dad!"

Raditz smiled to himself. There was no trace of Zera's evil in Salot. She was his smart little girl, even if she wasn't so little anymore. Looking back, giving his former tormentor a new life was the best decision he had ever made. He really couldn't be happier.

Kakarot looked down at the floor as Chichi walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Fluffy was chewing on some bones in the corner. They had gone and gotten two carnibeaks after Coco had passed. Fluffy was the oldest, while Killer was the newest one. Fluffy was getting up there in years and it would probably hurt the kids when she died.

Killer came up and jumped on Kakarot's lap. Chichi hated his name, but their youngest son named him that. Killer was still a chick, so having him on his lap wasn't a big deal.

"Goku, you know what I said about letting that bird on your lap," Chichi scolded.

"I don't see the problem. Coco used to sleep with us when she was young," Kakarot said as both of his sons came down the stairs. He had the day off today. Usually, he would be looking over the expansion, but Vegeta said that they all needed a break. They already were the new capital of the galaxy and the new senate was in the middle of the city.

"After my fight drills, can I go see Uncle Raditz? I want to look over his new project in the lab," Gohan asked.

Kakarot nodded. His oldest had become so well rounded, but it looked like Gohan was going to be a lab technician instead of a fighter. The boy could really fight, but that wasn't his passion. His youngest however…

"Goten, your face is dirty," Chichi said to the five-year-old.

"But, Mom!" Goten made to argue. "I'm just going to get dirty again."

"That's no excuse," Chichi said, sending the boy off with a sigh. "At least, he'll sleep well. Trunks does wear him down."

Kakarot smiled at his mate. "He's going to be a fine warrior."

Chichi moved next to him and Killer climbed on her lap. She petted his chin. "So, Gohan, have you started to notice any girls?" She knew that Turles was going into puberty.

Gohan shrugged. "I've got to focus on my studies. After that I can start looking."

Kakarot smirked. "We don't want him being as overbearing as Turles, do we?"

Chichi sighed. "Someone needs to give the talk to that boy."

"Probably Raditz. That would really scare him shitless," Kakarot laughed, remembering when his brother had explained that to him. "I should tell dad to do that. He would probably get a kick out of it."

As the room filled with laughter, Kakarot couldn't help but wonder what his life would be like if Vegeta had never been his mentor. He was sure that he would have never been this blessed. His life was perfect. He couldn't ask for anything better.

Tarble was moving some things around their side of the palace. After he returned to the lab, his mate had started up the new senate. Gure was good at politics, she was a queen once.

His children were helping him rearrange the living room. Sure, they could ask the help to do it, but it was more fun to torment his children with it. "Zoran, just a little to the right."

His son groaned, "Really dad? It was just there."

"He's right, Dad," his daughter groaned. She had his skin color and tail, but her mother's white hair and ability to shrink.

"Uva, I have to see how it will work with the dimensions of the room," Tarble explained with a smirk.

"Dimensions my ass," Zoran huffed.

Tarble tapped his foot. "You two are spoiled enough as it is." That was true, but they really couldn't help it. After the lives they had had, Gure and Tarble wanted their children to have it better.

"Who's spoiled?" The door opened and Gure was wearing one of her gowns, but she was covered up for the most part. Her hair was up in a strange way, but that was normal senate attire.

"I was just giving the kids some work," Tarble grinned. "I didn't think you would be home so early."

"We only had one bill to go over," Gure replied. "The rest is up to whether Vegeta likes it or not." She walked over to her mate. "But I have been thinking of taking a vacation. We could always go and visit the moon this weekend."

Tarble smirked at that. "I'm up for that. Raditz can take care of the lab while I'm gone."

Zoran and Uva high-fived each other. They had their quarters to themselves.

"I'll make sure that Bulma comes and checks on you," Gure giggled.

The teens groaned, but Tarble laughed. "Your mother is right, now I think your tutor should be downstairs. You wouldn't want to miss that."

Zoran rolled his eyes and Uva followed, leaving the two alone. Tarble turned to his mate. "How about we go have a prevacation while they're gone?"

Gure giggled. "Anything to get me out of these clothes."

"Trust me, I can do that," Tarble chuckled while nipping at her neck. He remembered the first night back at the palace all of those years ago had been a very eventful one. The fact that Vegeta and Bulma heard them going at it in the hall was quite the talk at breakfast the next morning.

But he wouldn't change it for anything in the world. His life was almost destroyed by that foul temptress. As he took in his mate's scent, he knew that he was the luckiest man in the world. If this wasn't true love, he didn't know what was. Her conviction was the only thing he needed in this world and he was happy that she still loved him after everything he put her through. He purred. Nope, he wouldn't trade this at all.

Bulma put her youngest in a high chair. Bra wasn't even a year old. It had been shocking when they had had their third child. Vegeta wasn't expecting it.

The boys were eating as was their father. It was kind of funny; none of their children had black hair. At first, Vegeta was a little shocked, but seeing that Uva didn't have black hair either made him calm down. Mirai was their oldest, but their middle child Trunks looked like his double. She already knew that this was normal for those with saiyan DNA though, so she didn't worry about it.

"I don't want to hear about any funny business today," Vegeta said, looking over at Trunks. He knew that his son and Kakarot's youngest had become pranksters. "You're a prince. Remember that people do hold you in a higher regard."

Trunks grumbled something, and Mirai laughed. "I think what dad means is, don't get caught."

Vegeta smirked. "Stealth is important to any fighter."

Trunks smirked after that. "I'll keep that in mind."

Vegeta turned his attention to his oldest. "You'll be coming with me to the throne room. There's only one bill to look over from the senate, but you need the practice."

"I've got it, Dad," Mirai said.

Bulma giggled. "Maybe you three can do some training together then, if you have the free time."

Vegeta and the boys smirked. "That sounds like a good plan to me."

Bra took a bottle from Bulma. Vegeta still couldn't believe that he had a daughter. He didn't really like the name, but he agreed that they needed to start picking out different names. It would get annoying if they were all named Vegeta. That was another reason why he had the name of the planet changed. He wanted to be the only Vegeta around. So, they named the planet Salada instead. The moon was given a name as well, Amoria.

Vegeta smirked once more. He really did have it all. He thought back. He really wouldn't have all of this if he hadn't followed Tarble out to the planet to meet Zera. If Raditz hadn't killed Zera in that place and saved them, then Kakarot wouldn't have become his student. If he didn't disobey his father by taking Kakarot as a student, then he wouldn't have been betrayed by his father. If he wasn't betrayed by his father, he wouldn't have met Bulma. It was strange how everything connected together like some kind of puzzle. It was really hard to believe that he wouldn't have his empire without his companions. If it wasn't for them, then he would just be dust in the wind like his father before him.

But that didn't happen. His empire was complete and was in the greatest of hands. His children would continue his legacy and he would never be forgotten. The saiyan emperor couldn't ask for more if he tried. It had been a rocky beginning, but his empire was better than he imagined it would be. His life was perfect. He was going to enjoy it till the day he died, for he would die peacefully, knowing that his legacy would prevail.

The End.

Author's Note:

Wow, I really can't believe that this is over. I cried, literally cried, when I finished this. If you don't know, this series was my first series that I posted, and it is more than two years in the making. So writing those two words, the end, is kind of bittersweet in a way. But here we are at the end. I hope you enjoyed the ride, I sure did. If you like adventure stories, join me for my next one, Days Forgotten. Thanks for reading.