Within the Capsule corp. main gravity room two sayajins were locked in combat with each-other, each blasting at the other in an awesome display of ki blasts. The younger of the two swiftly moved through the air dodging multiple streams of energy gracefully while firing down with ki blast of his own towards his opponent. The older of the two seemed to be more stationary strategically planning his attacks. The younger sayajin, whose name was Trunks, had seen an opening and was headed for the kill; he plunged toward the opposition collecting all of his energy slowly into one point… When suddenly he lost sight of his enemy.

    "Never…" Said the older sayajin who had suddenly appeared above his younger opponent. "Waste your time, boy!" He screamed as he hit Trunks in the back with a powerful elbow pummeling the boy to the ground.

    "Ow! Shit, dad!" The boy slowly crawled to his feet.

    "Trunks?" Asked the elder as he looked at the boy’s face. "…That will be all for today, Brat."

    "Yes father." The boy slowly walked to the exit scratching his head of lavender hair.

    "Hey! That last move, did you pick that up from Kakkorot? Because…" Just then the sayajin sensed two ki’s approaching.

    "Do you feel that, father?" The boy felt it too.

    "Yes, but who?"

    "One, I think, is Piccolo… the other is…"

    "Too powerful to be one of the others!" The older sayajin was concerned that it might lead to a conflict of some sort.

    "I’m going to get Son-Gohan and Goten!" The boy yelled as he ran out the exit and flew off to get help just in case they might need it.

    "Well Vegita, I think we’ve been sleeping to long at peace… Let’s see what this new face will bring." The sayajin prince spoke to his-self as he turned slowly and walked out of the gravity room toward the open air outside.

    The prince was much older now; his eyes were even more intense than when he was a child. In the time he was away from Vegita-sei he had become a feared warrior, whole planets trembled at the whisper of his name and he had indeed become a force to be reckoned with. The warrior had ended up killing Nappa several years ago and had surpassed almost everyone in strength he had met. Vegita had grown into a true sayajin warrior, and although he no longer lusted for bloodshed in the same manner he did when he was younger he retained the wild fire that burned within his eyes.

    Vegita stepped outside into the sunlight, which made his brows move even lower over his dark eyes adding more seriousness to his already naturally angry face.

    "Vegita!" He heard Piccolo’s voice from above. Vegita looked up with arms crossed, as usual, over a black tank top, which he had been training in. Piccolo landed to the right of the sayajin prince. "I found…" Just at that instance a fully armored sayajin warrior descended from the sky before Vegita, the warriors heavy cape slowly fell to his right side as the young man knelt before his master.

    "Vincent?" The prince suspiciously looked down upon the somewhat familiar sayajin; He seemed younger than he had remembered. While Vegita had aged and matured, Vincent had stayed at the age he had seen him last. "Impossible!…" Vegita yelled in dought. "This is a trick!" He stepped back from the sayajin who remained in his humbled state. "Whoever you are, how dare you try to impersonate a sayajin warrior!" Vegita gathered his energy with the intent to kill the man kneeling before him.

    "Do what you must, my prince…" Vincent spoke "But before you kill me always remember: you are the prince of sayajin, lower than no one… I can see now you are great and have overcome anything and anyone that…"

    "Have crossed my path…" Vegita finished and slowly walked over to the warrior. "Vincent, you survived…" He placed his hand on Vincent’s shoulder. Piccolo smiled softly in the background.

    "O.K…. I got Gohan, Goten and Pan and we’re ready to kick some… What the hell’s going on here?" Asked Trunks as he and the others approached the scene. At that same moment Vegita’s wife, Bulma, and daughter, Bura walked over from a hover-car with two bags a piece in each hand: apparently they had been shopping and must have been on their way home when they noticed Piccolo and the others in front of the house.

    "What’s all this?" Bulma asked but got no response from the crowd of fighters who seemed to be awe struck.

    "Hi Pan!" Bura walked up and hugged the slender girl. "Who’s that?" She whispered so as not to break the state of silence surrounding her. When there was no response she punched her brother, Trunks, in the arm.

    "I don’t know…" Trunks answered "Maybe dad beat him up a long time ago and he’s come to apologize." The boy suggested. "He looks around our age… Maybe even younger than me!" He added. Bura was unsatisfied with her brother’s answer and quickly made her way to her father.

    "Daddy, who is that?" Bura pointed at Vincent as he raised his head at the sound of her voice. Vincent noticed she had long aqua colored hair that glistened in the sunlight, she wore a red top and a skirt that accentuated her long legs and the curves of her hips. Vincent looked down quickly as Bura had thought she noticed him looking at her.

    "He is… An old friend…" Vegita answered as Vincent rose to his feet. "How did… How did you find me?" He asked.

    "I don’t know, my king…" Vincent realized that he had called him king "…My lord, your father…"

    "I know, Vincent… I knew days after my first mission" Vegita answered.

    "I apologize, my lord" The other fighters were amazed and speechless.

    "Vincent…" Vegita grabbed the warrior by the shoulder "This is my mate… Wife Bulma." He pointed to his wife who had been watching everything with an open jaw.

    "My queen…" Vincent kissed her hand.

    "Oh… I like him!" Bulma shrieked as Vegita rolled his eyes at her.

    "My daughter, Bura." Vegita smiled at her, Bura was his princess and although he would never admit it he would do anything to make her happy. Vincent was unsure how to approach her. She captivated his eyes, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her eyes were blue like her mothers with a hint of green. Her body was perfect in every way and teased the sayajin’s hunger for her out-loud. He approached her with grace and kissed both palms of her hands.

    "Truly the most precious jewel on Earth." Said Vincent. Goten, who had used a line similar to that on a girl, put his hand over his own mouth to keep from laughing out-loud. Bura blushed deep red, almost matching her outfit, and smiled from ear to ear. Meanwhile Goten had blown a string of something out of his nose and was wiping it on his pant leg.

    "This is my son, Trunks" Vegita pointed toward Trunks. Vincent looked at the boy hard up and down who seemed to be around the same age as he. Suddenly Vincent punched the boy in the chest for apparently no reason.

    "Good… Strong… He has the eyes of the super sayajin, My lord." He added.

    "Ow! Shit!" Trunks held his chest; Bura stared at Vincent, obviously not amused with his sayajin ways.

    "This is Son-Gohan and Goten, the sons of Kakkorot… And Pan, The daughter of Son-Gohan." Vincent looked right to Goten, who slightly resembled Bardock.

    "Ah! Your servants…" Vincent assumed "Look sharp there, boy!" He ordered as he pointed at Goten who looked utterly confused.

    "Their not servants, there friends!" Bura yelled at Vincent who did not want her to see the embarrassment in his eyes. Pan smiled and waved her hand at Vincent who looked to Vegita for an explanation.

    "There is much I must explain to you, Vincent…"The two Sayajin warriors would talk with the other fighters for the remainder of that day. They would tell the tales of Son-Goku and how Vegita came to live here on earth, About the androids and Kryllin, Boo, Bebi, and the black star dragonballs. Vincent was confused and overwhelmed, but understood most of the stories.

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