Okay. Here I go, Chap. 4 is up. Now, looks at calendar. Yeah, as always a long wait is followed by a short chapter. Sorry, 'bout that. ^.^'. Thanks for reading so far and reviewing, they help me get motivated! Well, that's all I have to say. Review if you have the time. Hopefully, no promises, chapter 5 will come out quicker. :D. Enjoy.

I rolled out of bed in a hurry, I fell on my back. Not exactly a graceful landing, huh? I looked around, "Where am I?" I asked. Then as if a bomb had exploded, it came back to me in a flood of flashbacks and information. I sorted them out in order of importance, from most important to least. Firstly, I was away from home…with Gohan…and without Chi-Chi, not a happy story if Chi-Chi finds me. Secondly, I was on a Saiyan ship, and my former comrades were going to go on a crazy mission, or whatever you would call it, and I'm supposed to help. Thirdly, if I didn't act like a Saiyan, I would be killed. I live a nice and exciting life, right?

Everything I needed was piled beside my bed. So, I got ready like any other day. I had a warm bath after circling around the ship for what seemed like an hour trying to find the bathroom, which was spacious and very comfortable. I brushed my teeth with a new blue toothbrush with orange toothpaste. I do like blue and orange. I pulled on the normal, Shoulder-less Saiyan armor set which consisted of blue underclothes, orange, blue and white armor, white gloves and white and orange boots. It was exactly like the Saiyan Armor I had back on Vegeta when I was younger. So what if I like orange and blue? They match. Shoot me.

It took me a while to notice but where was everyone? I didn't see anyone while I was getting ready. Was something wrong? I did the first thing that came to my mind, I pinched myself. It wasn't a dream. I looked at the clock and that was when I saw the truth, it was 9:00 AM. No one gets up at 9 AM. Not to train, not to do anything. I looked in the mirror. I noticed the two antennae-like strands of hair sticking up. My distinguishing features, if I may call them that. I didn't attempt to brush them down. I couldn't bother. They'd just stick up again sooner or later and I didn't see any hair gel anywhere. I sighed. Was I changing or just reverting? I was different, evil, rather at one point. If I became evil again, I'd be going back to my old self and just being the true me…The 'me' that I try to hide, the 'me' that should have never existed. I sighed, "What should I do now? I can sleep or get a few hours of training in." I decided to go with training, which was my obviously Saiyan instinct acting up.

I began to walk around the ship; Vegeta must have had some sort of training chamber somewhere. Knowing Vegeta it would be overly extravagant and very shiny. The door would be grand, and fancy. Yes, very fancy. It would be lined with complex-looking machines which would actually only need simple commands. I turned around a corner. A fancy door stood before me, exactly how I had imagined Vegeta's training room door, "I'm so lucky, lucky, so luck-y!" I sang to myself, "Now, time to do some serious training!" I heaved the door open, I could hear a click. There was a strong, swift breeze, I looked inside, and there was a cloud of smoke. Someone was training, but whom?

"Pitiful. Just pitiful," I heard a voice say, I soon realized it was Vegeta's, "How can I carry out my plan with such puny power?" He was beating himself up over something. He moved slowly over to a panel and flipped a switch. I stepped inside, not because I was going to train but to offer my help.

"Hey Vegeta, need some help?" I asked. He looked at me anger was present on his face. Was I coming off as too friendly? I rephrased my sentence as I stepped further into the chamber, "Yo, 'King' Vegeta, a 'King' should be able to blow this place up! What the hell was THAT? I nearly cried out of sheer pity." I said, putting on an angry face and saying 'King' in a sarcastic tone. If you can't beat them, join them. He was staring me down, anger still written all over his face. Damn. Did I go too far? He then snickered, "Oh, you're thoroughly right, Kakarot," he then passed me walking.

"I suggest that you don't push it Kakarot," he whispered to me quickly. The door then shut behind me, leaving me to wonder what he meant and what I did wrong. I looked around the room, everything was silver. There were red stripes here and there. I have to admit, that silver paint is amazing shiny! I walked over to a panel. It was a gravity control unit. The last time I used one was about ten years ago but that didn't mean I forgot how to. I looked at the panel and punched in a few buttons, I'd crank up the gravity to a fifty times planet Vegeta's normal gravity. I had already trained and adjusted to twenty-five. Fifty couldn't be so hard, right? Gravity mastery isn't something that just disappears, right? Right.

I punched a button and jumped back. After a countdown, the room got heavy. I fell; my chest was pressed against the floor. I tried to push myself up. Sweat had already begun to form on my brows. I concentrated more ki into my muscles. Hopefully this would give me the boost I needed. An aura burst around my arms as I felt my ki explode. My muscles began to ache, I had to at least get up and stand on my two feet, "C'mon! C'mon! I…need…to…get…up!" I heard myself yell. I pumped more ki into my muscles as my aura expanded, "Just a little more power…" I poured even more ki into my muscles. In an insane burst of power, I managed to push myself up onto my feet. My feet gave way, now; I was kneeling on the floor. A slight improvement, if I may add.

I slowly crawled to the interface and moved my palm over the stop button. Maybe I should try something else. Maybe I could just use less gravity and work my way up. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. I pressed the button. The gravity lessened and I felt myself fall back. I was tired. I also had used a lot of ki, just to get on my knees. Jeez. I wonder how much gravity Vegeta trained in. Probably, five hundred times. Well, maybe that was a slight exaggeration but still.

I stared at the ceiling; the lights were making me dizzy. I swore I was about to blackout when I heard a bell ring. A loud, alarm-type bell, like what any reasonable person, Saiyan or Human, would do I jumped up and panicked despite my weariness, "HOLY CRAP!" I yelled running around with my arms in the air like a madman, at this point, someone could have sworn that gravity training had made me lose brain cells, "IT MUST BE…A FIRE!" I pushed open the door of the training room and ran down the corridor shouting, "FIRE! FIRE!". I heard a door open and Raditz emerged out of the room; he was already dressed in his Saiyan armor. I bumped into him, "Raditz-bro, it's a fire! A fire!" I yelled shaking him. He looked at me before a smirk formed on his face, "Relax, Karot-bro, it's just the breakfast bell." I looked at him in slight disbelief…Then it hit me, "Stop using that embarrassing nickname, it was embarrassing ten years ago and it's sure as hell embarrassing now," I began. I felt the need to lecture Raditz, "I mean, whoever you paid to come up with that nickname, needs to provide you with a refund." His face fell. In a swift motion he threw me a bottle, "The tail-grower-thing." He then walked off.

"Thanks," I sighed. I decided to follow him; I had no clue as to where I was going, "Raditz-bro, any idea as to where my son is?"

Raditz smirked, "While you abandoned your son and went wherever in this ship, I, being the good uncle I am checked up on him."

I was about to open my mouth to tell a tiny lie when Raditz spoke again, "I know you didn't attempt to look for him or whatever. No sense in wasting your breath." I sulked. I was going to check on him. I just, sort of, almost collapsed when I finished training. Well, IF you could call that training.

Normal P.O.V

Chi-Chi slammed her foot on the breaks. She did not drive through forests, mountains and seas just to get to Master Roshi's house, the only other place her husband could be hiding. Well, she did get lost after she decided to help a deer. Oh, how her kind soul always hindered her. Yet, it was well worth it.

Her red car sparkled in the sunlight. Yes, she had been driving for hours straight. And yes, it was a pain in the ass to find a gas station and clean restrooms. Now, all she could hope for was a normal breakfast. 'We will definitely bond and form an inseparable family' Chi-Chi thought as she stomped on the beach. She glanced over and caught a glimpse of Master Roshi's magazines. 'Gohan, my dear, has been exposed to THAT! How will it affect his grades? Pfft…He's too young to understand that…I hope.' If Chi-Chi had a handkerchief, she would have bitten it in anxiety. She pounded on the door, "HEY! I KNOW THAT YOU'RE HERE GOKU! WHERE IS MY SOOON? WHERE ARE YOUUUU?"

After a bit of shuffling someone came to the door, "Hey Chi-Chi, what's up?" A bald-young man, who looked to be in his early twenties but his height, suggested otherwise, six dots formed two lines of three on his forehead.

"You heard me, Shorty! Where's Gohan?" Chi-Chi asked. She was tapping her feet on the ground.

Krillin shrunk, "What about Goku? Anyways, they didn't come here."

"Then where are they? Did Goku tell you to tell me that? I'm coming inside to check," Chi-Chi tried to force her way in. Krillin, being the trained and well-built martial artist he was stopped her.

"Sorry Chi-Chi. I can't do that. Master Roshi's still sleeping," Krillin lied, putting an index finger to his lips signing for her to quiet down.

"And I should care why?" Chi-Chi said in a relatively quiet voice.

"Sorry but Gohan and Goku just aren't here!" Krillin yelled, quickly shutting the door and applying all the locks. He collapsed against the door, breathing heavily, "I thought I was going to die." Chi-Chi screamed in frustration as she banged on the door more. Krillin closed his eyes, trying his best to channel out the woman's noise. Master Roshi who was in the corner, gave him a quick thumbs-up.

"Where is Goku, then?" Krillin asked. Master Roshi shrugged. Krillin sighed, he needed to barricade the door before Chi-Chi could break through it.