Vegeta relaxed that afternoon on the couch. The silence of the room was being filled with his passive breathing. It had been a while since he was able to take a nap without having to worry about interruptions.
It had been about 3 years since the fight with Majin Buu. Goku had traveled and left and now Vegeta was once again alone to pursue his training in peace. He had given up on trying to defeat Goku, admitting himself to only be second best. Yet in the back of his mind a small part of him still wanted to defeat Kakarott for everything he had somehow done to make Vegeta’s life a living hell.
Vegeta sighed peacefully as he relaxed on the couch. All that was over now. As Vegeta began to drift off into a light sleep a large crash was suddenly heard in the back yard. Wincing, he slowly opened his eyes trying to decide whether or not to get up and find out what his son had done or to just leave it alone. A few minutes later Bulma came upstairs from her workshop in the basement. She walked past the living room and looked in to see her husband resting on the couch.
Vegeta closed his eyes hoping she would think he was asleep and leave him alone. Bulma walked in and looked at him as if inspecting him. Vegeta lay very still, breathing softly, pretending to be asleep. He could feel her eyes on him as he did his best to convince her he was sleeping. After a few short moments Bulma assessed that Vegeta was truly asleep and went to the kitchen and out the back door to see what was going on.
Smiling to himself over his cleverness, Vegeta relaxed without a worry, knowing that Bulma would take care of whatever Trunks had broken. However before he could even get to sleep he heard a loud ear-shattering scream. Vegeta jumped up and staggered off the couch trying to shake himself awake enough to move to the kitchen to go out the backdoor.
Once he got outside he was about to start yelling at Trunks but instead he stared in awe as a huge ship had crashed down on top of the gravity chamber and was hovering above the wreckage. Bulma backed up, shocked, and walked over to Vegeta. Ignoring her, Vegeta looked on to see two alien like figures standing in front of the ship. He narrowed his eyes sharply at them as they approached. Both looking at him, they suddenly bowed before him. Vegeta looked at them quizzically not quite sure whether to blast them away or hear what they had to say.
“Lord Vegeta, we are so glad to have found you. We have been searching the planet for you that you might come and help us,” one alien said to him.
The aliens made sure to keep their heads lowered in his presence. As they spoke, they constantly looked at the ground and would not look Vegeta or Bulma in the eye.
“What makes you think I am going to help you? Take your ship and leave,” Vegeta responded sharply.
“Sir, please, hear us out,” the other began.
He was stopped however by the first, “Forgive him Lord Vegeta. He is young and unwise in his ways.”
The other alien continued, “For years the Saiyans have been protecting our planet from these evils. If you are truly the noble Prince of the Saiyan race you will take up your father’s duties and perform them yourself.”
“Silence EA,” The older alien responded sharply.
“My Father’s duties? My father has been dead for many decades now. His problems and responsibilities are none of my concern,” Vegeta responded.
“Prince Vegeta, please, I implore you. If you just come with us you would understand and feel the need to aid us. Please…,” EA pleaded looking up at Vegeta.
Vegeta felt his temper begin to rise. Not only had these aliens come requesting orders of him but they had landed on his only training unit. He glared at both of them hotly but just as he was about to snap back a response he felt Bulma touch his arm. He shifted his eyes back to her to see her staring hotly at him.
Jerking his arm away, turning towards her, he glared at her, “WHAT?! YOU ARE NOT SUGGESTING THAT I—"
“I am not suggesting anything Vegeta. I just think you need to be a little considerate of them. They sound like they really need your help,” Bulma said.
“Teh, well I am not helping a race of low life aliens like that,” he snapped pointing his finger back at the two.
“How dare you call us low lifes!” EA growled taking a step forward.
Vegeta turned and snapped EA a looked. The older alien grabbed EA’s arm, stopping him from going any further. EA glared harshly at Vegeta fighting back his anger. Vegeta sensed his power level; it was relatively low and not a threat to him at all.
“Are you…threatening me?” Vegeta questioned looking at EA.
“My Lord,” the older alien started to speak but Vegeta ignored him approaching EA.
“You think you can take me down?” he asked casually, his voice hinting a devious tone.
“No. I don’t,” EA responded, “I just don’t understand how Vegeta’s son could turn into such an arrogant brat.”
“WHY YOU LITTLE--,” Vegeta growled angrily.
EA backed away realizing he had deeply offended Vegeta. He looked back to the ground as Vegeta glared at him harshly. Bulma watched him and then sighed.
“If you won’t help them Vegeta then I’ll just go call Gohan. I’m sure he and Goten will be able to fight whatever they are up against,” Bulma said.
“Don’t waste your time. I’ll handle this myself,” Vegeta said.
The two aliens looked up at him but Vegeta still remained cold to them in appearance. They slowly bowed before him.
“Thank you Prince,” the older alien said, “Please follow us.”
The two aliens retreated back to their ship. As they went inside Trunks and Goten landed in the backyard. Goten’s eyes got huge upon seeing the space craft. Trunks looked at his father and mother questioningly. Vegeta did not respond to either of them as he walked slowly to the space craft and up the ramp entering it. Seconds later the ramped went into the ship as the ship hovered and took off heading upward to the stars.
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