Disclaimer-I don't own the characters, and this story is a parody off another.

Summary-Vegetasei is…still here? The Z-gang goes on a trip to Vegetasei. But it looks like a relaxing vacation is out of the question…'cause Frieza's little brother Blitz is out to destroy the Saiyans once and for all.

Important Author's Note: I like to screw around with people's ages, deaths, and the timelines, so I'll give you a list now:

Goku, Chichi, Vegeta, Bulma, Krillin, 18, Piccolo, 17, Tien, Launch, Chiaotzu, Yamcha (Hercule when the time comes)-26

Gohan, Dende (Videl when the time comes)-11

Trunks, Paris (Who, in my fics, is Tien and Launch's daughter)-4

Goten, Marron-3

King Vegeta, Rosicheena, Celipa, Bardock-42

Radditz-27

Since Vegetasei isn't gone, Vegeta's parents are still there. Goku's parents…well, just pretend they never died, 'K? And Radditz and Nappa, well, they thought they died….hehe.

This is a timeline where everything happened 3 or 4 years early. I'm not keeping track…if you don't like it, don't read it! And I'm not blaming you if you don't like my age deal, I sorta do the same.

Back To Vegetasei

4-year-old Trunks, the leader of the clique that was the youngest Z-Team members, walked down the great hall. He'd never seen anything like it, grays and oranges as far as the eye could see. Paris, who was just a little younger than him, and Goten and Marron, who were a year or so younger than him, all copied his awe-struck face at the sight. It was grand and royal…very royal.

"Wow," Goten said, spinning around on his heel to take it all in. "And this is gonna be yours, Trunks?"

"Yep," Trunks said proudly. "After Dad and Grandpa die."

"Your Dad seems to think he can never die," Paris giggled. "So maybe this'll never be yours!"

Trunks stuck his tongue out at Paris and glared at her. "This'll be mine. You just wait!"

"Hey!" a gruff, male voice called out to them.

All four turned to see a man dressed in the armor of a Saiyan royal guard, which was that black-and-white armor, barreling towards them. "What are you brats doing here?" he yelled at them, coming to a halt.

"Hey Goten, that guy looks exactly like you!" Marron said, grabbing Goten's arm and pointing to the man with her free hand.

The man was staring at the scene. The lavender-haired would've looked like a pansy if it wasn't the strong aura that surrounded him. The two girls looked strong; more bark than bite, though. As for the black-haired kid…holy Bleep, the kid looked exactly like him!

"Who are you?" Paris spoke up.

The man folded his arms and glared at them. "My name is Bardock."

"Hey!" Trunks poked Goten's arm. "Isn't that the guy my Dad said was your grandpa?"

"Yeah, he did!" Goten exclaimed. He turned, cupped both hands around his mouth, and yelled, "DADDY!!!"

Bardock could feel a faint, yet strong, energy coming towards them. In a flash of white, Goku, Chichi, and Gohan were standing in front of him!

"Goten!" Chichi exclaimed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine!" Goten said. "We just met the 'Bardock' person that Mr. Vegeta said was Dad's dad!"

There was a moment of absolute silence as Goku turned to face his father. The uncanny resemblence between them was proof in itself. They were father and son without a single doubt.

Bardock took a step back and reached into a pocket. He pulled out something that looked like a stick and spoke into the top. "Celipa, you'd better get over here. Now."

Within seconds the doors went flying open and a woman came barreling in. Her hair was black and reached her ankles, while her tail was also black. Strangely enough, her cat-like eyes were orange. She was dressed in a yellow dress, underlined with black material. "What is it, Bardock?" she asked.

"Celipa," Bardock gestured towards Goku. "This is our son, Kakarot."

Celipa froze on the spot. With shaking legs she turned to face her second-born son. Her lower lip was quivering, which she hastily stopped by putting a hand to her mouth. "K-Kakarot?"

She didn't let him answer. She flung her arms around his neck and embraced her long-lost son. When she pulled back, her eyes were full of tears. "Oh my God…I never thought I'd see you again." She wiped the tears from her face, though more streamed down her cheeks. "It's been 24 years! How…how did you come back?"

"Hate to break up this little reunion," a gruff voice said, "but I want to be shown to my parents. NOW."

They all turned to face the rest of the Z-fighters. Celipa and Bardock gasped. "Prince Vegeta?" Celipa stuttered.

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

Celipa curtsied and Bardock bowed before answering. "Yes, of course, Prince Vegeta," Bardock said. "Please, walk this way."

The rest of the Z-fighters followed after Goku's parents down the long, winding hall to a set of 100-feet high double doors. Bardock opened the doors, a huge creaking sound notifying everyone in the room.

King Vegeta was siting on his throne. He was flipping through some documents with the Queen, Rosicheena, when Celipa cleared her throat to get their attention

"What?" King Vegeta asked, annoyed, looking up and glaring at her.

"Pardon the interruption, sire," Celipa said, curtseying, "but we've found someone who would be of high interest to you."

Vegeta stepped forward without being announced and said simply, "Hello, Father."

The royal couple gasped in astonishment. Rosicheena looked ready to pass out. King Vegeta stuttered, "V-Vegeta? You're-you're here?"

"I'm standing here, ain't I?"

"Veggie, don't be so rude!" a certain blue-haired genius scolded.

"Who's the peasant?" King Vegeta asked coldly, narrowing his eyes at her.

Bulma's eyes narrowed. "I'm not a peasant! I am Bulma Brief, a scientific genius! I also happen to be Vegeta's mate!"

Everyone in the room, besides the Z-fighters, stood still and gasped in horror. A maid dropped her silver plate, creating a huge CLANG! No one appeared to notice, as they all kept staring at her.

"You picked a human to mate with?!" King Vegeta screamed, standing up from his throne despite the protests of the Queen. "How dare you! Do you want to destroy the royal line of Vegetasei?"

"Destroy the royal line my bloody foot!" Bulma screamed. "Who are you to tell Vegeta who he can and cannot mate?"

"Vegeta, if you have picked a human, you might as well beat some sense of respect into her more often!" King Vegeta yelled at his son.

"Hey!" Trunks yelled, running in front of his grandfather. "Dad never beats Mom!"

"A HALF-BREED?!" King Vegeta roared, his anger beyond the point of furious and passing into livid. "THAT'S IT! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! GO TO YOUR CHAMBERS AND DON'T RETURN UTIL I CAN BEAR THE SIGHT OF YOU!!!"

Vegeta scowled at his father and grabbed Bulma's arm. "Gladly." He turned around. "Trunks, get over here. The rest of you, follow me."

The Z-crew, including Celipa and Bardock, hastily ran out of the room and shut the door behind them.

King Vegeta, seething with rage, sat back down on his throne. Angrily, he slammed his fist against the armrest, growling and grating his teeth.

"Vegeta?" Rosicheena asked.

"WHAT?!" he screamed at her.

She didn't flinch, well used to his rage in their 27 years of marriage. "Don't you think you were a little hard on our son? I could tell that he is extremely happy with Bulma."

"Are you saying," King Vegeta raged, "that you AGREE with him mating with a human whore?!"

"I am merely saying," Rosicheena answered in her serene, cool tone of voice, "that our son should be happy with whatever mate he chooses."

"Get out," King Vegeta said, pushing her away from him. "Get out now!"

"Certainly," she said, not wincing or showing the slightest anger. She walked to and opened the doors, but turned her head to look at him. "Give what I said some thought. You will find what I say most meaningful." Then, without a word, she walked out of the room.

King Vegeta, nearly drunk with his fury, slammed his fist once again and stood up. "Resume your duties!" He yelled at the servants, who instantly scattered.

With boiling rage he left the room. He stomped into his bedchamber and ordered some wine. If he was to be angry, he might as well drink to wear it down.

Outside, Rosicheena heard him order the wine. She did not worry her head about it. She had lost whatever fondness she'd had for the king over their years of matrimony, and that he should drink himself to death was actually a welcoming prospect to her.

With her head held high, she marched into her son's corridor of the palace. She wanted to know more about her son's family.

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