The surrogate baby, Bulma science intervention thing was totally predictable right? Well I couldn't help it. I'm not a fan of the whole mpreg thing. It's not that I don't not like it, I just don't like like it. If that makes any sense.

Chapter 30

Prince Vegeta had gone to see Kakarot and he'd been patient and calm throughout the entire meeting but that didn't mean he was calm and patient on the inside.

No, as soon as he'd been out of Kakarot's sight, he gone straight back to capsule corp and into the gravity room to train.

Any attempt to talk to him was an attempt in vain and left the attemptee feeling rather lucky to be alive once they left, unless that attemptee had blue eyes and long wavy blue hair or large innocent black eyes of course.

He trained himself into a state of exhaustion before Bulma finally shut down the gravity simulator, actually deciding that the young Sayian Prince had in fact handled it all rather well.

As the Prince slumped to the floor, too tired to stand, Bulma entered once again with a towel in hand.

"Do you think he'll come?" The Prince whispered quietly.

"Yes. He just needs time. He's not as unaffected by things as he likes to act." Bulma replied, lowering to the floor herself and lying down next to the Prince.

If Yamcha hadn't seen how much the Prince was connected to Kakarot he might have gotten jealous. But as it was, he merely kept out of the Prince's way and made sure Bulma didn't forget the necessities as she went about her work. She tended to climb into a project and forget that there was a world outside of it, a world where she needed to eat and sleep.

"Time is a luxury we scarcely have." The Prince murmured before promptly falling asleep.

Bulma sighed before getting Yamcha to carry the stubborn warrior to his room. She snickered when she thought about his reaction to that. The proud Prince being taken to his room by someone he very nearly detested.

But that's what he got for being a stubborn jerk.

Kakarot looked at his father before nodding once and taking off into the sky. Everything was set and the plan was in place. He had it all covered.

Now he just had to so see a certain stubborn Prince then he was ready.

"In order for the Prince to gain the power needed to defeat Frieza, you must die."

A phrase that refused to stop repeating itself over and over within his mind. Yet, what his father had said made sense. It really did.

"I listened to my idiot father and decided to do what I thought was best for you without thinking to ask you want you wanted. I assumed and in so doing I took the decision away from you and for that . . . . I apologise."

This time it was the Prince's words that flashed through his mind. He appeared to be doing the exact same thing here. He wasn't going to tell the Prince about his father's vision. If he did then it wouldn't come true and they would never defeat Frieza. Instead he was going to lie and take the decision out of the Prince's hands, just as he'd done to Kakarot.

"I apologise too, my Prince. Please forgive me." Kakarot whispered to the wind before he landed in front of capsule corp and gently knocked on the door.

He knew the Prince would be here because the Prince didn't like being with his father so inevitably he'd seek out the only other place he knew in this world and that was Bulma.

The door was opened by Bulma's cheerful mother and Kakarot greeted her with his usual enthusiasm. If she noticed it was slightly off, she didn't say anything. The blond was surprisingly observant yet she never voice as much. He wondered about it but he wasn't about to comment on it either.

"Kakarot!" Bulma squealed, rushing over to him and giving him the biggest hug he'd ever received.

"Hahaha, hey Bulma. Sorry I haven't been over lately. I've been uh, well I guess you know." Kakarot replied with a soft grin.

"Hey Kakarot."

Said Sayian looked around Bulma's tight hug to see Krillen grinning at him. "I was wondering when you'd show up since your significant other has been brooding around here for a few days now."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'll get him out of your hair kay." Kakarot grinned back.

"Come on, I'll take you to him. He really has been brooding you know, worse than usual." Bulma informed him, taking his hand and dragging him further into the corporation building.

Kakarot had no doubt that the Prince had been brooding but had they still been on Planet Vegeta it would've have been way worse that what it currently was. He knew that the Prince was pretty mild right now in comparison to what he could be.

Bulma took him to the gravity room she'd built for them to train in and Kakarot found that he really couldn't be surprised by this. "I'll leave you two alone." Bulma smiled gently at him, giving his shoulder a comforting squeezed before disengaging the gravity before walking away.

Kakarot kept his head low as he entered the room, hearing the Prince's steady panting as he tried to regain his breaths. The other had to have known that Kakarot was coming. He had to have sensed the younger Sayian's Ki long before he got there, right.

Kakarot kept his features neutral as he walked into the room. His tail was coiled tightly around his waist and his hands were relaxed at his sides. He wanted to give nothing away before he was supposed to.

"Kakarot?" The Prince had to ask. The silence was getting to him and it was taking all the will power he had not to stride over to the other and demand an answer.

Kakarot said nothing as he walked closer, stopping just in front of the Prince. Only then did he look up and into the Prince's anguished gaze. He hid it well but the pain was there. It almost made Kakarot decide not to do the next thing on his list.

However, the Prince deserved at least one of them in his life.

Kakarot crouched down before swiftly burying his fist in the Prince's stomach. The Prince cough as the air left his lungs but he didn't make a sound to show his pain or his surprise. He really hadn't been expecting Kakarot to do that but he didn't blame Kakarot either.

Still, the unexpected but fully justified action did not give the Prince Kakarot's answer.

"That, my Prince, is for your stupidity." Kakarot whispered before backing away slightly. He pulled out the specialised container the Prince had given him earlier and one of his father's knives. He cut a clean line across his hand, holding the wound over the container and filling it with his blood. The Prince watched silently, not daring to say a word until Kakarot said more. This, despite how it looked, still did not give him an answer.

Carefully closing the container he handed it to the Prince before slowly licking the red line on his hand, his saliva helping the blood to clot but not heal the wound.

The Prince had taken the container with shaky hands and that amused Kakarot more than anything else. But he didn't allow that amusement to show on his face. Not yet. Instead he approached the Prince once more, raising a hand to his armour and yanking the slightly taller Sayian down to his level where he roughly joined their lips.

"That, my Prince, is for your stupidity."

The Prince smirked before finally allowing himself to return Kakarot's touches. He yanked the younger Sayian closer, joining their lips once again.

Kakarot began to pull away reluctantly, his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against the Prince's. "My father has foreseen our victory." He breathed.

The Prince was silent. This was not something that was happy news. He could sense that.

"But . . . in his vision, I leave to go to another planet, learn a new technique. His vision predicts that I will return in time for Frieza's battle." Kakarot elaborated. "So, don't waste that blood I gave you."

"How long?" Prince Vegeta asked instead of commenting on the words.

"Frieza will be here in a month." Kakarot replied sadly.

"Stay the night with me." The Prince asked and Kakarot wondered why he'd even thought he'd had to.

"You can't just leave." The King spluttered.

"I have to and if you try to stop me, King or not, I will be forced to neutralise you." Kakarot replied firmly while he readied the fastest space pod they had. He had to learn a new technique in a week. It wasn't impossible just really hard.

"King Vegeta. It is imperative that he learns this technique. Without it, we will fail." Bardock stepped in to stop the King from really losing his temper, not that he could do much against Kakarot which actually pissed the King off even more.

"If you're worried about the Prince's training, he'll be fine." Kakarot smiled hesitantly at the older Sayian. The smile wasn't there for long though. He quickly dropped it. The King wasn't really his favourite person after all.

The King looked away after that and Kakarot ignored him in favour of checking over the pod. He would be coming back in a month.

The Prince himself stood to one side, watching silently. He hadn't told his father about Bulma's plans nor that the child would be part human. He would wait until the Sayian could do nothing about it.

Kakarot straighten and stepped away from the pod before walking over to the Prince.

"It'll be ohkay. Everything will work out. We can do this." Kakarot told him with a smile. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone, kay. And listen to Bulma, despite being a human she does know something worth listening to."

The Prince allowed a small smile at that.

And then Kakarot was climbing into his pod. No goodbyes, no last words of well wishing. . . because that would be like admitting a weakness, a fear that they'd never get to see each other again, that Kakarot would come too late or that they'd both fail. So they didn't do it. They simply watched until the other was no longer visible.

And even then, they continued to watch.

"The humans will not be interfering in this fight!" Bardock snapped. He'd finally reached the limits of his patience. Those insistent 'Z warriors' wanted to help the Sayians with Frieza and his men. No matter what they said to the humans, they refused to believe they they'd only be getting in the way. Truthfully the only way they could help was being bait or sacrificial pawns but the Prince had rather colourfully told all the Sayians his opinions on such suggestions.

"You know, there is one being on this planet that might be of use to us." Prince Vegeta commented suddenly. "A Namek."

"A Namek? They're known for their peaceful natures." The King asked in confusion.
"Not this one. He's the son of one of the ex-Leaders of this mudball." Prince Vegeta clarified. "I'll find him and see if he has any worth."

Not waiting for anyone to say anything more on the matter the Prince simply left, taking off into the sky and away from capsule corp. They knew better than to comment anyway. He was in a right testy mood since Kakarot had left to learn some new technique at Bardock's insistence.

So to save himself and the poor soul that pushed it too far, the Prince simply decided that having an excuse not to be around was an awfully good idea. They had been spending time with the humans, hoping for any sort of advantage that they could get against the lizard freak. Since Frieza wasn't expecting this world to have fighters on it, perhaps anything from this world would give them some sort of edge.

Finding the Namek wasn't hard since the Namek wasn't really trying to hide. He appeared to be mediating and the Prince approached him in the most polite way a warrior could, by being loud.

"Your friend seems to have left the planet." Piccolo stated immediately.

"Yes. But that's not why I'm here. I came to see if you wanted to have that fight from the tournament. You won't win but perhaps you have something that can help. This pathetic mudball planet is about to be attacked by a Galactic Overlord named Frieza. There will be a time where you'll probably have to fight. I can to see if you'd survive."

"Any outside threats that come to this planet were most likely caused by you. Why should I help you?" Piccolo deduced correctly.

"Make no mistake about it, this planet would've been visited eventually. Frieza has a 'dominion over all living and not so living things' complex." Prince Vegeta replied looking upwards and to the sky. "My race is a proud one, we do not serve well under slavery and yet we have been forced into if for nearly my entire life. On a snap decision, because my people were doing their jobs too well, Frieza ordered our elimination. We are only trying to defend our freedom and our lives."

The Prince could already tell that this Namek was the stronger native being on this planet. He was at perhaps 50 000 and that, for a Namek was impressive. He wasn't any match for the Prince or the Ginyu but he'd be able to hold his own against a good few of Frieza's dogs.

"So are you asking for my help, or giving me a fair warning?" Piccolo asked.

"Perhaps both. My friend taught me how to share." Prince Vegeta smirked.

"Very well then. I will not help you but I will defend this planet against any and all outside threats . . . . . Let us have that fight."

Prince Vegeta returned to capsule corp very late into the evening, most of the buidling's occupants asleep already.

Once person however was very much awake and the Prince found himself gravitating towards her. She was in the room that was where all her projects were and boy did that woman have a wild imagination. If half the things she wanted to create ever got off the ground then she would single-handedly bring this race of pacifists into a whole new era.

"Should you not be in bed woman?" The Prince asked gruffly yet quietly upon entering since he noticed the fool Yamcha asleep on the couch in the corner of the room.

"Perhaps, but I'm having fun." Bulma replied with a smile. She leaned to the side to show him her progress.

It was a useless motion. The Prince didn't know what he was looking at. She chuckled softly. "This shows the computers attempts at mixing our DNAs together." She explained. "It's 89% complete. Just a little longer and then the actual baby will start to grow. It'll take the usual nine months. You can't rush this kind of stuff you know."

The Prince was silent as he stared at the numbers on the screen. Soon he would be a father. That was something he hadn't actually considered before. The possibility had been presented to him but his mind had only processed as far as possibility. Success only came now and he suddenly found himself in need of a chair.

"I'm going to order the Sayians off the planet soon. I don't want the Earth to take place in our fights. There's a very good chance that whatever planet we battle upon will not survive. I think I should order them off tomorrow." The Prince murmured quietly.

Bulma's smile disappeared before she gave the Prince a soft knowing look. "You care more than you'll let yourself admit. It's not healthy you know, but thank you for caring at all. Judging from the others of your kind, this is considered rare."

"Not rare, just frowned upon." The Prince corrected distantly. His thoughts were still on the percentage Bulma had given to him. As he watched the 89 flicked over to a 90 and strangely his heart fluttered with the motion.

Kakarot should've been here too.

The Sayians were standing in disciplined lines, waiting to board the large ship they had arrived in. The Prince had pointed out that they were going to need a bigger playground so to speak. Not everyone would be able to fight while in the city. Too many innocents got in the way and frankly the Prince didn't trust the other Sayians to go out of their way to avoid a human. He rather saw them simply blasting them to make sure they stayed out of the way, permanently.

"It is my wish that the child will have at least some of your odd colouring woman. Your blue is a maddeningly calming blue." Prince Vegeta muttered quietly to the earthling woman, his words meant for her alone. She smiled at him and shook her head. He had been saying odd things like that since last night, when she'd told him how close she was to creating the actual child.

He had yet to tell the other Sayians of the child and she wondered what would happen when he did.

Just like Kakarot, the Sayians were leaving the planet in the Prince's last effort to keep the innocent race safe. He didn't care much for the majority of them, just a small group of hopeless fighters that had somehow gotten on both his good side and his bad side.

Getting aboard the ship, the Prince couldn't help but wonder if he should've told Bulma his naming preferences before he left.

Screams of war were coming from all directions, the acrid smoke of burning flesh stinging his eyes. He ignored it and pushed on, trying to kill as many as he could. Frieza had bought so many and he was wasting Ki on these weaklings. He wanted the lizard!

But where was Kakarot?

The younger Sayian hadn't come. He had to have known the Prince was on another planet right?

On one had he felt betrayed that he was here, fighting for his freedom and his life, alone. Yet at the same time and on the other hand he was grateful that Kakarot was not here to see this.

The other Sayians were not faring well. Apart from the King and Bardock, if something didn't happen soon, none of the other Sayians were going to make it through this.

"My, my little monkey Prince, how you've grown."

The Ki he'd been unconsciously fighting towards was directly in front of him. His whole live had been about killing this Lizard and this was his chance. He could not fail, he would not fail!

Frieza laughed at him as he sprang at the other. There were no Ginyu, there were no Didoria and Zarbon. They were long gone, having been the first to have been disposed of.

Frieza was currently hiding his anger behind a façade of bravado because never in his wildest dreams had he imagined the young Prince to have this much power, this much anger!

The blocked punches actually stung and the ferocious kicks very nearly caused the lizard to move. He'd taken on the final transformation after seeing the easy disposal of his underlings. Still, the Prince was border lining on actually be effective.

However, he would not be able to keep up this pace forever. Sooner or later he'd tire and then Frieza had him. He'd hold the Prince high above what was left of his people and he'd break him. He'd crush that arrogant pride he held so dear . . . and then, finally he'd kill them all. Every last one of these pathetic Sayians.

The thoughts that ran through Frieza's mind were chilling and none too pleasant as he finally tired of the Prince's attempts and casually flicked out his tail, wrapping it around the Sayian's neck. He gleefully slammed the young Prince against the ground over and over again, until there was nothing but a limp and dazed form in his grasp.

No . . . he could not fail. He had to keep going. This was his only chance. This was what he'd been working towards his entire life. Failure was never an option!

A glazed over gaze watched the sky, seeing the pod enter the atmosphere.

Unfortunately, Frieza noticed it too and turned towards the pod that the Prince recognised as Kakarot's.

"Oh, there's another one? Well, no matter. I'll just take care of it now." Frieza chuckled, raising a hand and send off a single beam of red Ki.

It hit the pod, and silence reigned for all of three seconds before the explosion rocked through the sky.

NO! Kakarot! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!

There was still so much they had to do. They had to go back to earth, tell Bulma what they wanted to name the child, tell the King they were going to have the child. Celebrate their victory on this day because FAILURE WAS NEVER AN OPTION!

A rage he'd always tried his best to keep at bay, a rage that was never smart to let loose suddenly bubbled up within the Prince and a new energy rushed into his limps. A body that had before been trembling in pain suddenly began to tremble with power, restrained and raw hatred begging for blood.

He'd gladly grant that wish.

Letting go of every restraint he'd ever imposed on his psyche the Prince screamed out his pain, his rage. Pure blood lusting RAGE!

Frieza lost his grip in shock as the Prince's skin began to grow hotter and hotter, BURNING. His eyes grew maddened, something not uncommon among the unruly race but this, this was on a whole new level.

"You shouldn't have done that." The Prince said in a calm, detached voice that completely belied the turmoil within him.

"What? Step on another roach?" Frieza laughed, trying to rid himself of this sudden sense of foreboding.

The explosion of power sent everything around them flying backwards. This power! Where was it coming from? There was no way the Prince had been holding back this much!

Could it be? Could this be the Legendary Ascension they all whispered about and others feared?

Impossible!

Yet there the Prince stood, in a crater of his own making, his hair blazed a golden fury, his eyes a frozen waste land of hell that promised nothing but anguish for the being reflected within their flat expanses.

This was a being that promised him no mercy.

So yes, perhaps that particular roach was not one he should've stepped on.

"Now, Frieza you die. My only regret is that you'll die quickly but I don't think I'm giving you a chance to escape. Say hello to you dogs for me when you get to hell."

He raised a hand, the palm already glowing with Ki.

Frieza tried to dodge, he really did but he was no match for the fury of an enraged Sayian.

As the asked of their most hated being blew away in the wind, the remaining Sayians wondered if they should cheer in joy, or run in fear. The Prince did not appear to be sane enough to tell the difference between enemy and ally at the moment.

As it was he was methodically disintegrating all the remaining soldiers without a single thought of mercy flicker in his turquoise eyes.

"Enough my Prince." Kakarot whispered, suddenly just there, wrapping his arms around the frozen Sayian, not in the least bit worried about the burning heat or the golden aura of power.

"You did it. You defeated him." Kakarot continued his voice filled with awe and pride. "It's over now. We're safe. I took care of Cold up in the flagship. It's over. It's all finally over."

Slowly the Prince's eyes began to deepen, to show understanding. His body began to relax and just as suddenly as the golden blaze of power had enveloped him, it was gone.

"Kakarot?" he asked as he sagged forward into the other.

"It was the only way. You had to believe I was dead. It was the only way for you to unlock the power of the super Sayian. You were amazing my Prince."

"No. Don't call me that." Prince Vegeta murmured with a tired frown. "Not you. You are my Kakarot and I am your Vegeta. I want – I want to go home now."

"As you wish, Vegeta."

Bulma sat on the pouch of her house, watching the skies yet again. She couldn't wait for her Sayians to come home.

Yamcha came out of the house, holding a fluffy blanket in his arms. He spread it out before sitting down next to the blue haired woman and pulling it around both of their shoulders.

"Do you think they're ohkay?" Bulma breathed.

"Those two? Sure. They'll be back here and driving us all crazy before we know it." Yamcha replied with a bright smile.

"I wonder what the Prince will do when he realises that you'll be helping to raise his kids." Bulma mused with a chuckle, snuggling closer to the earthling warrior.

"I really don't want to know. In fact I'm planning on being the kind of uncle that you know you have but you never really see." Yamcha shuddered slightly. "I don't think he ever forgave me for shattering Kakarot's already broken arm."

"Eh, give it some time he'll come around." Bulma replied knowingly. "He'll have to."

"Yeah this coming from the one human he actually likes." Yamcha rolled his eyes playfully.

"They better hurry up and get home soon. I can't wait to tell them everything that's happened." Bulma smiled happily and Yamcha pulled her closer.

The King didn't understand the Prince's sudden surge of energy as the space craft began to enter the Earth's atmosphere. He seemed eager to get out of the ship. Kakarot joined him a moment later, the two whispering about something amongst themselves in an excited hush.

It had been revealed that Kakarot had gone to some planet to learn a technique of teleportation. Something he called instant transmission so that he could give the illusion of death and in so doing cause the Prince to awaken his dormant power.

They were returning to the earth with significantly less Sayians than what they had left but they were returning and they had won their freedom. They couldn't be happier.

A bonus. All the females had been ordered by the King to remain on the planet and now that the Prince didn't have the excuse of defeating Frieza he had to choose one of them to mate with. The King couldn't be happier.

As soon as the ship landed and the door opened both Kakarot and the Prince raced outside. Strangely Bardock had a knowing smirk on his face and he looked oddly content, at peace.

"Kakarot!" A familiar female voice squealed. "Vegeta! I'm so glad you're back! We're having TWINS!"

"Wait, what?!" The Prince's startled tone floated over to the King who was quickly growing confused at the conversation taking place.

Nine months later the King wasn't so confused. He had reluctantly gone along with the Prince's odd solution to his problem. He wasn't pleased about it but he couldn't deny its efficiency.

The Prince and Kakarot were currently staring down at the sleeping babies that had only recently been 'born' into the world.

One babe had a shock of obsidian locks much like Kakarot with a slight difference here and there and with a vibrant blue lock of hair falling into the tiny face. When the babe was awake it was to reveal a startling blue shade of eyes.

The other babe had the most interesting shade of lavender hair streaked in through the black several times. The eyes were as dark and wide as the Sayians and the style much like the Prince's had been in his younger days. Secretly Kakarot hoped it stayed that way and didn't develop that silly widow's peak.

"Woman." The Prince muttered as he gazed down at the sleeping duo. "Firstly, I believe it's a human custom to say, but damn we did a good job which I believe we did. Second we have decided upon the names of the children. The one with the blue was suggested by Kakarot to be Gohan Vegeta Briefs. And the other I suggested to be Trunks Tarble Briefs. Does this please you?"

"Oh Vegeta! You chose my name." Bulma gushed. "Of course I like it."

"Thank you for the honour, Kakarot." Gohan said with a humble smile and chuckle. "I'm pleased to know that you think so much of me."

"Well I was kind of torn between you and my own dad but he kind of hinted that he'd kill me if I named the kid after him. Something about one attachment head case of a brat being bad enough. I don't really get it but it made the Prince laugh." Kakarot replied.

"And it still does." Prince Vegeta chuckled.

"Now all that's left to do is find Tarble and tell him about your name choice." Kakarot grinned.

"Eh, I think he and Zorn went out to buy teddies." Yamcha supplied. It had taken a lot of one on one sparring sessions for the Prince to finally warm up to Yamcha. Something about being able to beat the crap out of the human several times had cheered him up.

"Well they better not bring anything that can be easily ripped. I used to behead all my toys and a toddler." The Prince muttered.

"Oh boy." Bulma muttered, suddenly realising that this would probably be her mantra for a while to come.

But they were happy. They'd made an odd little family of mismatched odd balls and they were happy.

Thanks for reading! I know this is a rather plain ending with no real fight scenes or elaborate build ups but it's an ending all the same, simply an ending. Thanks for sticking through to this point and thanks to all those that reviewed.

Happy reading. XD