Sorry it's been so long. I don't own anything.

"You and the Eternal Dragon? Kakkarot did you hit your head with a dragonball or something? Why would I want to go train with you and that lizard?"

"Vegeta, just think about the possibilities. Don't you miss sparring and fighting?"

"I train with Trunks and in the GR."

"Trunks will be busy all the time, and the GR bots aren't a challenge for you. Come on, Vegeta. I know you miss the adrenaline of a good fight." He got into his famous stance and smirked. Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"Stop playing games, Kakkarot. You're not buying me with a fight."

"Tell you what. Let's fight. If I win, you're coming with me, If you win, I'll leave you alone."

"Kakkarot…"

"Come on. The prince of Saiyans won't say no to a good fight, now will he?"

Vegeta smirked and eyed his longtime opponent carefully. He noticed with slight interest that gray hairs were sitting awkwardly on his black mane, only visible to his own eyes, which could see his own grey hairs. He remembered the first time he spotted one. He had been worried. It was the first time he saw one, since Saiyans almost never aged. They died in fights; that was the honor. He was going to die of age… Bulma had said that she didn't see it. Human eyes were so limited. The prince slowly uncrossed his arms.

"I will fight you." He said. "But I won't go with you."

"Vegeta, what do you have here? CC only reminds you of her."

Vegeta growled. "What do you know, clown?"

"I know because Mount Paozu reminds me of Chichi." He said. "And I hate that." He sighed. "I'm talking to you from experience… Your children grew up. They're mated and will have children soon. What are you going to do here? Trunks won't have time to spar… And fighting is your passion."

Vegeta sighed and got into his stance. "We'll talk about it when I beat you up, moron."

Goku smiled and both leapt at each other with a warcry.

"…Then I brought him here. He fell asleep in the car. I could hear him screaming from downstairs." Trunks said. "He was having nightmares, like when we were little and got woken up by his screams. But this time it was different."

"Why?" Bra asked, barely above a whisper.

"Because he screamed mom's name." he said.

Bra sighed and looked out the window. She could see her father landing a kick on Goku's face.

"He knows?"

"I don't know. I didn't wake him up."

…

Goku turned around just in time to see a fist slamming into his jaw. He managed to avoid the kick aiming for his stomach and landed a fist into his opponent's head. Vegeta flew down to the ground but landed gracefully on his feet and flew back at Goku. He clasped his hands together and disappeared, reappearing behind him and slamming them onto his back. Goku cried out before turning around quickly with an outstretched leg, hitting Vegeta on the chest. The prince flew backwards and slammed into various trees before coming to a stop and lunging at Goku, aiming a fist at his face, but the taller Saiyan stopped it with his hand, and twisted around, kicking Vegeta in the face. The prince grunted in anger and sent his head forward, hitting Goku in the forehead.

The third-class Saiyan rubbed his head childishly before avoiding a punch and aiming a knee at Vegeta's head. The prince dodged it and slammed his own knee into Goku's stomach. When the younger Saiyan doubled over, the prince slammed his elbow into the back of his neck. The tall Saiyan landed on the ground, creating a crater. Vegeta landed next to it and watched as Goku climbed out, before kicking him into a tree.

"Goku! Dad! Stop it!" Trunks called."You're going to destroy the house! Oh, my god, the backyard! Tracy's gonna kill me!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes and turned to look at Trunks.

"Really, son? You're submitting to that wench? You could snap her neck with one finger."

"Shut up, dad." Trunks mumbled. "Why don't you come in for some food?"

"We have not settled anything." Goku said. "But… on the other hand, food sounds great!"

"Ah, Kakkarot! I won! I'm not going."

"Going? Going where?" Trunsk asked.

"No! The fight was interrupted! I can still go on… If we eat first!" he added dumbly.

"Where are you going?"

"You can forget it, Kakkarot. I'm not going anywhere with you."

Trunks decided to let it be and led the way inside the house. The two Saiyans followed silently and sat at the table. Gerald and Tracey frowned in confusion as they saw the dirt and blood marks on their bodies.

"A-are you okay?" Gerald asked.

"What a stupid question. Of course we are. We're not weaklings like you." Vegeta snarled.

"Well, someone's in a bad mood! Did Goku win?"

"No, I won. Who do you take your father for, Bra?"

Bra shrugged and rolled her eyes. It was no use talking to her father when he was in a bad mood.

"Uhm… Don't you want band aids or something? You look a little hurt." Tracey said.

"Don't be stupid, woman." Vegeta grunted. "We're Saiyans, the strongest race in the universe."

Suddenly, black eyes rose to meet blue ones. The three Saiyan men in the table looked towards the door as they all sensed the same thing. Someone was coming… And they knew full well who it was. Trunks rose from his seat and no one said a word as Goku swallowed heavily and looked towards Vegeta. The prince kept his eyes on his son as he slowly walked towards the door. He shifted his weight from one foot to another and looked back at Goku, who in turn looked nervously at him and then at the door. He wasn't prepared for this, and the energy – energies, to be exact, were approaching fast. The tension was heavily felt in the atmosphere. Bra opened her mouth to talk but was silenced by the doorbell ringing. Tracey stood up when her husband hesitated too much and looked awkwardly at the men on the table.

"What's wrong with you people?" she muttered.

"Tracey, wait! Goku… uh… I…"

Bra rolled her eyes and impatiently walked over to the door and opened it.

Gohan and Goten stood there. The former didn't look too happy.

"I knew it! I felt him!" Gohan snarled as his eyes focused directly on his father.

I know it's a bit short.

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