Time passed...
93 days later. It was the next to last day of the road trip.
For Vegeta, it had been a living hell. But it would all be over soon. Now he simply had to engineer his revenge against Nappa.
After a traditionally large dinner, Vegeta opened up his cellular video phone. He had earlier recharged the battery. Making sure no one was listening, he called Capsule Corporation. His son answered.
"Capsule Corporation, Trunks Briefs speaking." His eyes widened open seeing who it was. "Dad!"
"Hello, son." Vegeta then managed to get out the unfamiliar words. "Could you do me a favor?"
"OK, but make it fast, we're going to head for New Namek and get the Dragonballs soon. What do you want?"
"Get Goten over there, first."
"Ok, I'll be right back!"
His son blasted off. In a few seconds, he returned into view, dragging Goten with him.
"Hello, Vegeta-san."
"Hello. Now, if you two do this right, it'll be 100 extra zeni for each of you."
The two half-Saiyans were suddenly listening very intently.
"Here's what I want you to do..."
He explained his plan. Trunks and Goten were grinning wickedly.
"I trust I can count on you?"
"No problem, Dad. This'll be fun!"
"Ok. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye!" they echoed in unison.
Shutting off the phone, Vegeta chuckled. *Trunks certainly is my son,* he thought. He capsulized the phone, got in the minivan, and began to drive.
***
Since Kakarot had left, this team it was Gohan's turn to determine who it would be gathering the Dragonballs, and guarding over that person.
"And the winner is..." Gohan stuck his hand in the hat and pulled out a name. "Bulma!"
Once she had gotten over the shock, Bulma couldn't help but laugh.
"This is so ironic," she told the others. "Once again I'm looking for Namekian Dragonballs, and once again Gohan is going to watch over me."
As Gohan prepared to teleport her and himself away--his father had taught him Instant Transmission--everyone smiled.
***
The next afternoon. The Saiyans and Iroke had just finished their tour of Satan City and re-entered the air-minivan.
Vegeta turned to face Kakarot. "Where now?"
Kakarot looked at the list. "Um...nowhere, that was the last stop."
The words were hardly out of his mouth before Vegeta had floored the accelerator.
He had hardly floored the accelerator when his cell phone rang again.
Angrily, Vegeta pulled over to the side of the road. He got out and activated it. Yamcha's face appeared.
"Yamcha? Shouldn't you be on New Namek?"
The man grinned, embarrased.
"Well, ya see, I didn't want to take Maron, I think it would freak her out...and I definitely didn't want to leave her by herself..."
"I get the picture. So why are you calling?"
"Well, it turns out the city is planning to build a strip mall right on top of our house. I sold my apartment a few weeks ago and've been living with Maron ever since. Well, Maron being Maron, she totally forgot about it until the bulldozers pulled up. So I was wondering...can me and her and Pu'ar stay at Capsule Corp. until we find a new place to stay?"
"Sure."
Yamcha looked surprised. "Really?"
"Yes, really. But one condition--you tell Bulma. I shall see you later." He turned off the phone, capsulized it, and got back in the car.
***
New Namek.
"Porunga, mighty dragon, hear my words!" Bulma shouted up at the huge dragon. The others watched, interested. They had to wonder what the world's richest woman could want, even if Videl was vying for the title.
"For my first wish, I wish to never have a bad hair day again!"
"Your wish...is granted."
"Hmm..." The heiress to Capsule Corporation really couldn't think of anything else to wish for. She could buy anything, she had great friends, and a loving family.
"What is thy wish?" said Porunga. He seemed to be getting a tad impatient.
Family...
In her mind's eye, Bulma got a mental image of Vegeta on the road...he had put himself through 180 days of what to have been hell because she had asked him to.
Family...
And now, he was no doubt rushing home; to escape the others, yes, but also to see her.
Family...
She gazed up at Porunga, a new glint in her eyes. Now she knew exactly what she would wish for.
***
Vegeta was piloting the air-minivan down the road at speeds that made even the other Saiyans look at him with a touch of fear.
***
Porunga vanished; the Dragonballs flew off to distant parts of the planet. Everyone was staring, dumbstruck, at Bulma.
"Well, that's that," she said cheerfully. "Come on, let's go home."
***
Vegeta pulled into the driveway of Capsule Corporation, slamming on the brakes hard.
"Here we are! Goodbye, Kakarot! Goodbye, Bardock!"
Kakarot got out and opened the door for his father. Bardock nodded at the others while Kakarot waved cheerfully. Then...they were gone, as Kakarot and his father departed.
"Come on! Everyone this way! The luggage can wait until tomorrow!"
As he opened the door to Capsule Corp., he was hit in the chest by a small, purple-haired projectile that knocked him back a couple of steps.
"Dad! Hey Dad!" Trunks was clinging to his father's midsection, holding on tight. Vegeta was torn between anger and amusement. He pried him loose, set him down, and messed with his hair; he, Bulma, and Goten were the only three people on Earth that could get away with this.
"Hello, Trunks. Nice to see you again." He dropped his voice to a whisper. "Is everything ready for the big plan tonight?"
"You got it," whispered Trunks back.
"Good." He returned to his normal voice. "Where's your mother?"
"Inside. Everyone else just left. I was just about to head over to Goten's. Mom said you and her would probably like some alone tonight."
As Trunks took off into the sky, Vegeta thought, *You have no idea how right you are.*
***
Vegeta showed Raditz, Nappa, and Iroke the way back to their rooms, then parted company with them for the day. He had a hunch as to where Bulma might be.
***
He was correct. She was in the kitchen, opening some boxes of takeout food. When she saw him, she ran to him. They embraced, and kissed passionately. Finally, they came up for air and began to eat.
Evidently, Bulma had learned; she didn't try to interrupt him and make conversation. In fact, she was almost matching his appetite.
***
They retired to the bedroom, where she insisted on hearing all about the trip. Finally, he finished.
"Sounds like you had a good time. Do I dare to ask what Trunks and Goten are going to do for 100 zeni each to Nappa?"
Vegeta smirked. "You know how Saiyan hair, once fully grown, never regrows. Well, the brats are going to take some tweezers and pluck out each and every hair of Nappa's mustache while he's asleep."
Bulma chortled. "You're cruel, do you know that? Anyway, I got some stuff to show you. While you were gone, I've managed to gain some ki control and increase my power level a bit."
Vegeta sat up. "News to me. You must be suppressing your ki. Show me as high as you can go."
Bulma closed her eyes and began to concentrate. Vegeta could feel her ki rising, and rising, and rising.
*How much has she TRAINED?!*
Then...she went Super Saiyan. Then Super Saiyan 2. Then Super Saiyan 3.
Vegeta's jaw dropped. She was smirking at him.
"This was one of my wishes on the Dragonballs. I knew that when it came to us, you could never fully let yourself go, for fear of hurting me. Well, now I'm a Saiyan, as strong as you. You'll never have to hold back again."
Vegeta closed his jaw and licked his lips. Tonight would prove interesting.
She continued. "I figured, it was the least I could do. And that's just one of the rewards you get by going. Let me get the other."
She walked over and opened another door out in the hall. A man stepped out--no, it was a Saiyan. He looked exactly like Vegeta, but taller, and with mustache and beard. He was the King of all Saiyans.
Vegeta's father.
Both Vegeta and Bulma dropped to one knee; the King bid them rise.
"My son."
"Father." Vegeta seemed visibly nervous. But then...his father smiled.
"My son," he repeated. "You have succeeded beyond all my expectations of you. You have demonstrated in great quantities the Saiyan traits of power and adaptation. You have beget two very powerful children."
"But Father, are you not upset with me for taking a human mate?"
"Of course not. There were no other options. Without her blood flowing in their veins, your children would not be nearly as powerful. And now that she is a Saiyan, your future children will be full-blooded Saiyan super-elites, who can in turn produce powerful children of their own. The Saiyan race will not die out as soon as we had imagined. And you will be patriarch of the most powerful family in the entire cosmos."
"But Father...how...how are you here?"
"Your mate. Reviving me was her final wish on these so-called Dragonballs. She knew how much you longed to be King. Well, now I am here to relinquish the title to you. Are you ready for the Ceremony of the Passing?"
Vegeta nodded.
***
For a Saiyan ceremony, it proved to be surprisingly peaceful. The King placed his hands on Vegeta's temples. There was a flash of light. When it had cleared, Vegeta's bearing seemed to be even more royal than before.
"It is done," said the old King. "You now possess all the powers and responsibilties that I once had. And now, I must depart this plane. It is not meant for me. Goodbye, King and Queen of the Saiyan race."
Speaking so, he places his hand over his heart. He glowed for a moment, then...he was gone. The only trace of him was a tiny wisp of smoke.
There was no need to mourn; instead, Vegeta guided Bulma back into the bedroom and turned off the lights.
*It's good to be king,* Vegeta thought as he embraced her.
END
Author's notes--
The current tally of people living at Capsule Corp.--Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks, Bra, Dr. Briefs, Mrs. Briefs, Nappa, Raditz, Iroke, Yamcha, Maron, Pu'ar.
Well, that was my first DBZ fanfic. I hope you enjoyed it!
Be on the lookout for at least two sequels!
Please leave some reviews!
Until we meet again,
-Thanos6
93 days later. It was the next to last day of the road trip.
For Vegeta, it had been a living hell. But it would all be over soon. Now he simply had to engineer his revenge against Nappa.
After a traditionally large dinner, Vegeta opened up his cellular video phone. He had earlier recharged the battery. Making sure no one was listening, he called Capsule Corporation. His son answered.
"Capsule Corporation, Trunks Briefs speaking." His eyes widened open seeing who it was. "Dad!"
"Hello, son." Vegeta then managed to get out the unfamiliar words. "Could you do me a favor?"
"OK, but make it fast, we're going to head for New Namek and get the Dragonballs soon. What do you want?"
"Get Goten over there, first."
"Ok, I'll be right back!"
His son blasted off. In a few seconds, he returned into view, dragging Goten with him.
"Hello, Vegeta-san."
"Hello. Now, if you two do this right, it'll be 100 extra zeni for each of you."
The two half-Saiyans were suddenly listening very intently.
"Here's what I want you to do..."
He explained his plan. Trunks and Goten were grinning wickedly.
"I trust I can count on you?"
"No problem, Dad. This'll be fun!"
"Ok. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye!" they echoed in unison.
Shutting off the phone, Vegeta chuckled. *Trunks certainly is my son,* he thought. He capsulized the phone, got in the minivan, and began to drive.
***
Since Kakarot had left, this team it was Gohan's turn to determine who it would be gathering the Dragonballs, and guarding over that person.
"And the winner is..." Gohan stuck his hand in the hat and pulled out a name. "Bulma!"
Once she had gotten over the shock, Bulma couldn't help but laugh.
"This is so ironic," she told the others. "Once again I'm looking for Namekian Dragonballs, and once again Gohan is going to watch over me."
As Gohan prepared to teleport her and himself away--his father had taught him Instant Transmission--everyone smiled.
***
The next afternoon. The Saiyans and Iroke had just finished their tour of Satan City and re-entered the air-minivan.
Vegeta turned to face Kakarot. "Where now?"
Kakarot looked at the list. "Um...nowhere, that was the last stop."
The words were hardly out of his mouth before Vegeta had floored the accelerator.
He had hardly floored the accelerator when his cell phone rang again.
Angrily, Vegeta pulled over to the side of the road. He got out and activated it. Yamcha's face appeared.
"Yamcha? Shouldn't you be on New Namek?"
The man grinned, embarrased.
"Well, ya see, I didn't want to take Maron, I think it would freak her out...and I definitely didn't want to leave her by herself..."
"I get the picture. So why are you calling?"
"Well, it turns out the city is planning to build a strip mall right on top of our house. I sold my apartment a few weeks ago and've been living with Maron ever since. Well, Maron being Maron, she totally forgot about it until the bulldozers pulled up. So I was wondering...can me and her and Pu'ar stay at Capsule Corp. until we find a new place to stay?"
"Sure."
Yamcha looked surprised. "Really?"
"Yes, really. But one condition--you tell Bulma. I shall see you later." He turned off the phone, capsulized it, and got back in the car.
***
New Namek.
"Porunga, mighty dragon, hear my words!" Bulma shouted up at the huge dragon. The others watched, interested. They had to wonder what the world's richest woman could want, even if Videl was vying for the title.
"For my first wish, I wish to never have a bad hair day again!"
"Your wish...is granted."
"Hmm..." The heiress to Capsule Corporation really couldn't think of anything else to wish for. She could buy anything, she had great friends, and a loving family.
"What is thy wish?" said Porunga. He seemed to be getting a tad impatient.
Family...
In her mind's eye, Bulma got a mental image of Vegeta on the road...he had put himself through 180 days of what to have been hell because she had asked him to.
Family...
And now, he was no doubt rushing home; to escape the others, yes, but also to see her.
Family...
She gazed up at Porunga, a new glint in her eyes. Now she knew exactly what she would wish for.
***
Vegeta was piloting the air-minivan down the road at speeds that made even the other Saiyans look at him with a touch of fear.
***
Porunga vanished; the Dragonballs flew off to distant parts of the planet. Everyone was staring, dumbstruck, at Bulma.
"Well, that's that," she said cheerfully. "Come on, let's go home."
***
Vegeta pulled into the driveway of Capsule Corporation, slamming on the brakes hard.
"Here we are! Goodbye, Kakarot! Goodbye, Bardock!"
Kakarot got out and opened the door for his father. Bardock nodded at the others while Kakarot waved cheerfully. Then...they were gone, as Kakarot and his father departed.
"Come on! Everyone this way! The luggage can wait until tomorrow!"
As he opened the door to Capsule Corp., he was hit in the chest by a small, purple-haired projectile that knocked him back a couple of steps.
"Dad! Hey Dad!" Trunks was clinging to his father's midsection, holding on tight. Vegeta was torn between anger and amusement. He pried him loose, set him down, and messed with his hair; he, Bulma, and Goten were the only three people on Earth that could get away with this.
"Hello, Trunks. Nice to see you again." He dropped his voice to a whisper. "Is everything ready for the big plan tonight?"
"You got it," whispered Trunks back.
"Good." He returned to his normal voice. "Where's your mother?"
"Inside. Everyone else just left. I was just about to head over to Goten's. Mom said you and her would probably like some alone tonight."
As Trunks took off into the sky, Vegeta thought, *You have no idea how right you are.*
***
Vegeta showed Raditz, Nappa, and Iroke the way back to their rooms, then parted company with them for the day. He had a hunch as to where Bulma might be.
***
He was correct. She was in the kitchen, opening some boxes of takeout food. When she saw him, she ran to him. They embraced, and kissed passionately. Finally, they came up for air and began to eat.
Evidently, Bulma had learned; she didn't try to interrupt him and make conversation. In fact, she was almost matching his appetite.
***
They retired to the bedroom, where she insisted on hearing all about the trip. Finally, he finished.
"Sounds like you had a good time. Do I dare to ask what Trunks and Goten are going to do for 100 zeni each to Nappa?"
Vegeta smirked. "You know how Saiyan hair, once fully grown, never regrows. Well, the brats are going to take some tweezers and pluck out each and every hair of Nappa's mustache while he's asleep."
Bulma chortled. "You're cruel, do you know that? Anyway, I got some stuff to show you. While you were gone, I've managed to gain some ki control and increase my power level a bit."
Vegeta sat up. "News to me. You must be suppressing your ki. Show me as high as you can go."
Bulma closed her eyes and began to concentrate. Vegeta could feel her ki rising, and rising, and rising.
*How much has she TRAINED?!*
Then...she went Super Saiyan. Then Super Saiyan 2. Then Super Saiyan 3.
Vegeta's jaw dropped. She was smirking at him.
"This was one of my wishes on the Dragonballs. I knew that when it came to us, you could never fully let yourself go, for fear of hurting me. Well, now I'm a Saiyan, as strong as you. You'll never have to hold back again."
Vegeta closed his jaw and licked his lips. Tonight would prove interesting.
She continued. "I figured, it was the least I could do. And that's just one of the rewards you get by going. Let me get the other."
She walked over and opened another door out in the hall. A man stepped out--no, it was a Saiyan. He looked exactly like Vegeta, but taller, and with mustache and beard. He was the King of all Saiyans.
Vegeta's father.
Both Vegeta and Bulma dropped to one knee; the King bid them rise.
"My son."
"Father." Vegeta seemed visibly nervous. But then...his father smiled.
"My son," he repeated. "You have succeeded beyond all my expectations of you. You have demonstrated in great quantities the Saiyan traits of power and adaptation. You have beget two very powerful children."
"But Father, are you not upset with me for taking a human mate?"
"Of course not. There were no other options. Without her blood flowing in their veins, your children would not be nearly as powerful. And now that she is a Saiyan, your future children will be full-blooded Saiyan super-elites, who can in turn produce powerful children of their own. The Saiyan race will not die out as soon as we had imagined. And you will be patriarch of the most powerful family in the entire cosmos."
"But Father...how...how are you here?"
"Your mate. Reviving me was her final wish on these so-called Dragonballs. She knew how much you longed to be King. Well, now I am here to relinquish the title to you. Are you ready for the Ceremony of the Passing?"
Vegeta nodded.
***
For a Saiyan ceremony, it proved to be surprisingly peaceful. The King placed his hands on Vegeta's temples. There was a flash of light. When it had cleared, Vegeta's bearing seemed to be even more royal than before.
"It is done," said the old King. "You now possess all the powers and responsibilties that I once had. And now, I must depart this plane. It is not meant for me. Goodbye, King and Queen of the Saiyan race."
Speaking so, he places his hand over his heart. He glowed for a moment, then...he was gone. The only trace of him was a tiny wisp of smoke.
There was no need to mourn; instead, Vegeta guided Bulma back into the bedroom and turned off the lights.
*It's good to be king,* Vegeta thought as he embraced her.
END
Author's notes--
The current tally of people living at Capsule Corp.--Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks, Bra, Dr. Briefs, Mrs. Briefs, Nappa, Raditz, Iroke, Yamcha, Maron, Pu'ar.
Well, that was my first DBZ fanfic. I hope you enjoyed it!
Be on the lookout for at least two sequels!
Please leave some reviews!
Until we meet again,
-Thanos6