by Isa Akane B.
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Years had passed since Trunks left to go back to the future but the pain in Vegeta's chest never faded. Everytime he looked at his young son he could see the purple haired young man from the future. His lover. He had never been interested in taking the baby in his arms and now that he was a young boy he avoided being too close to his son. He wasn't one to cry, but tears were coming easily when the kid was around. He missed Trunks badly, more than he could have imagined. Maybe because he had never loved anyone before. Unfortunately his son seemed to like him a lot and was often trying to spend time with him. That's why Vegeta used to escape into a peaceful place in a nearby forest. There he was able to meditate. And cry.

The access was dangerous so nobody went there. Nobody except Piccolo. The first time they met there the Namek watched silently as Vegeta quickly wiped his wet cheeks. They didn't talk, only their eyes met and Piccolo has been able to read Vegeta's distress in them. He had never thought that the proud prince could cry or feel so bad. As he passed he put a hand on Vegeta's shoulder then went away. They didn't need to talk, they were so alike that they could understand each other. What Piccolo couldn't understand was the origin of Vegeta's sadness.

It took five months for Vegeta to decide himself to talk to his friend. Piccolo was meditating near a waterfall when he felt a familiar ki approaching. He opened his eyes as Vegeta cleared his throat.

"I... I need to talk."

Piccolo nodded and landed. He looked down at the prince who was suddenly studying the ground with great interest. Piccolo realized that Vegeta was uncomfortable and decided that their difference of size wouldn't arrange anything. He spotted a large rock and sat on it. Vegeta followed him and sat by his side. And remained silent. Piccolo decided to help.

"I know something is bothering you, I've seen it for a long time. Just tell me what it is."

"I'm in love with Trunks."

Piccolo's eyes opened wide.

"You... you..."

"I'm not talking about my son! I'm talking about the one from the future."

Piccolo's expression returned to its usual neutrality.

"I'm not sure I can help you. You know, I'm not good when it comes to feelings. But talking could help you."

"Alright. You remember the training in the room of spirit and time before we fought Cell. It happened there. I learned to know Trunks, to love him... and soon we discovered that we had the same feelings for each other. We became lovers. I mean we were in love. We have been happy for a few months in that place. Then too soon he had to go back to his time. And since then I'm grieving. I miss him. Can you understand how sad I feel when I see my son? His blue eyes, his lavender hair, his cute face... All this reminds me of my love. I don't want to think about what I'll feel when he'll be older."

"You're not as bad as everybody thinks. At least you have feelings, other than selfish ones. You've suffered a lot in your life, you made others suffer, but you've learned to change, to help people. It was a hard thing for your pride. Life can't deny you some happiness, now."

"But what can I do? He promised he would come back, but it's been so long. Maybe he don't love me anymore. Maybe he found someone else."

"As Trunks would have said: hope."

Vegeta looked at the Namek and gave him a sad smile.

Three months later, Vegeta was heading to his gravity room for his early afternoon training when he saw a tall silhouette waiting at the entrance. He stopped and Piccolo went close to him, speaking quietly.

"I think you should come with me."

Vegeta looked at him questioningly but Piccolo just turned and flew away. The prince followed him to the forest. He could feel a faint ki as if someone was trying to hide its presence. Something was strange about it. Piccolo turned to look at him and started to walk away.

"I leave you alone, it's better."

Just as Vegeta was about to ask him what he was talking about a feeling almost knocked him down. The ki that had been hidden so far reveled itself completely.

"Trunks!"

The young man came out from behind a tall bush and smiled at him. Vegeta couldn't believe what he was seeing. He felt the too familiar sensation of wetness in his eyes but this time only joy was in his heart. He grabbed his love and almost crushed him in his arms. Trunks chuckled and kissed him passionately. When they parted Vegeta studied the young man.

"Trunks, you can't imagine how I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"You haven't changed, but it's been so long..."

"10 years... I can assure you I'm older. It's just my Saiyajin's blood that preserved me. You know, you haven't changed either."

Vegeta protectively grabbed Trunks as he heard a soft sound coming from the bushes behind the boy. Trunks smiled and turned.

"Don't worry... You can come out. And stop hiding your ki."

Vegeta immediately felt the other person's ki. A powerful one, but a strange one, making him feel uncomfortable. Then as a young man came into view he understood why.

"Who is it? How is this possible?"

Vegeta starred in disbelief at what could have been his reflection. But there was no mirror there. Only a powerful young man looking back at him. He looked just like him, and even seemed self-confident and arrogant. And Trunks was looking at him affectionately. Vegeta felt jealous.

"Trunks. What does it mean?"

"It's you... well, not really you. I went into another past, after Vegeta-sei's destruction, and kidnapped him. He was a little boy, then. I explained him who I was and promised him I would offer him a better youth than yours, than the one he was destined to have. I raised him and I trained him to become just like you. He's still young, he's only 17, but he's already as powerful as you."

"And I assume fighting is not the only thing you taught him."

Vegeta's voice had become bitter. The boy looked at him defiantly while wrapping his arms around trunks who smiled faintly.

"You know... I've been lonely when I left you. And he was lonely, too..."

"I'm sure I don't need to feel sorry for him, you've certainly taken care of this early."

This time Trunks blushed. He still felt remorse when remembering they became lovers 4 years before. The boy was so young. But so persuasive... He turned as the young prince's hands were slipping dangerously down his belly.

"What are you doing? Not here..."

Trunks was interrupted by warm lips pressing on his mouth. Vegeta felt his anger rising and turned into SuperSaiyajin before an amused young Vegeta.

"Look, Trunks, I think he's trying to intimidate me. Does he know I am able to do this, too?"

"Don't provoke him! And you, Vegeta, don't enter his game. You know neither of you will win."

Trunks pushed the boy away and walked towards Vegeta. He held him in his arms and nuzzled his neck. Vegeta calmed down and went back to his normal form. Having Trunks in his arms again was spreading peace on his soul. How could he have been able to survive all those years without Trunks by his side?

"Will you be staying at Capsule Corp?"

"I don't think so. I don't want somebody else to see him. I would have to explain why I took him with me. And I don't want to give explanations. I think you agree..."

"Yes, but where will you stay? I want to be able to sleep with you, at least."

"Oh no, you won't. He's mine, now."

Vegeta glared at his younger self. Trunks rolled his eyes and sighed.

"If you two start fighting I swear I go back to the future alone! We'll be staying in the forest, I brought a tent. And I don't know if it's a good idea for you to come here at night. What if Bulma-san notices it?"

"I don't care! I don't have to tell her where I'm going!"

"Yes, but I don't want her to know I'm here. And especially to know I didn't come alone."

"Does your mother know? Does she know you took him with you, does she know what you're doing with him?"

"Of course, she is! She's still living with us."

"Then why would you want to hide yourself from someone who's almost your mother?"

"Please, stop asking me questions."

Trunks seemed embarrassed, now. He searched nervously in his pocket and retrieved a capsule. As he activated it, Vegeta noticed that what Trunks had called a tent was actually as big as a little house. He hoped that if Trunks had given such bad habits of comfort to the boy he didn't also turn him into a weak pseudo-human. There was a way to know it.

"Trunks, while you get yourself comfortable, I think I'll test him. Come on, boy, let's fight."

The young prince looked at Trunks questioningly. Trunks nodded and the boy followed Vegeta. A few minutes later Trunks joined them.

"Did I train him well?"

"Yes, we've been even since we started."

"I think he needs me to defeat you then."

Trunks attacked. They spared for a good part of the afternoon, alternating teams from time to time. Vegeta was forgetting his anger. Fighting was what he loved the most... after making love to Trunks. With this pest around, he wondered if he would be able to do it again.

That night Vegeta couldn't sleep and had retreated into his gravity room. The only place in the house where nobody dared disturbing him. He knew Trunks wasn't far but he couldn't be with him right now. That was one of the reasons why he was still awake at 2 a.m. The other reason was the sudden presence of the young man Trunks had brought with him. Not even a young man, only a boy. He couldn't stand seeing someone else holding Trunks, kissing him, even if that person was supposed to be him. But it wasn't him, just as he had told Trunks before about the difference between himself and his father. Even though they looked alike, they weren't really the same person. And this young person was disturbing him.

As he was lost in his bitter thoughts someone sneaked in the dimly lit room, careful to remain silent. But Vegeta glimpsed a movement. He spun around to face the intruder who immediately stopped hiding his ki.

"Why were you hiding? Trunks taught you that too well... What do you want?"

"I know how you feel. I just wanted to provide you some company..."

Vegeta looked at his young double with slight disgust.

"If it's the kind of company I'm think of, I'm not interested. Go away!"

"Really? The idea of making love with yourself never excited you?"

"I never thought about it."

"I did. A lot of times. I knew I would be able to meet you one day. I fantasized a lot about this, you know..."

"I don't want to know! Get out!"

"Make me..."

Vegeta tried to punch the boy but the blow was blocked.

"I'm like you, remember. As fast, as powerful, ... But maybe more horny..."

He grabbed Vegeta's hips and held him as he pressed his body against him. The boy smiled and pressed his lips on the other man's mouth. Vegeta struggled but soon lust overwhelmed him. The boy knew him too well, of course. He kissed him back and soon they were pulling at each others clothes. In less than a minute they were lying naked on the hard floor, battling for dominance. Of course neither of them wanted to be dominated. They struggled for a while, hot skin rubbing against more skin, arousing themselves even more all the while. Eventually Vegeta managed to straddle his younger self's chest, pinning his arms above his head. He knew he had been able to do it only because the boy had surrendered.

"Why did you let me win? Why did you stop fighting?"

"Because I've always wanted to feel you inside me..."

The boy was looking at him with such lustful eyes that Vegeta wondered for a while if he would survive their little game. He stopped thinking and breathing as the younger Vegeta slid his body a little under him and started licking his balls and shaft. Vegeta moaned and let the boy maneuver him to lie on his back. It was his turn to surrender. He felt his heart beating faster than ever as he watched this so familiar face lowering on his groin, his erection slowly disappearing between these too familiar lips. He was seeing himself like in a dream. It was incredible. And very exciting. But soon the boy released him and Vegeta whimpered at the loss. The boy chuckled softly and came up to kiss him again while rubbing his body against him. Vegeta was moaning again.

"Stop teasing me, brat!"

"Alright, fuck me, then..."

He rolled on his back dragging Vegeta with him. The boy raised his legs and wrapped them around Vegeta's waist.

"I want to see you fucking me."

"You won't see much like this."

Vegeta grabbed the boy's ankles from his back and placed them on his shoulder. The sight of the exposed body that was supposed to be his own made his head spin. The boy was right, he had never been so excited before. They gasped both at the sight and the feeling of Vegeta entering easily his double's body. So easily. Needless to say Trunks and the boy had been doing it often. Jealousy made him shove harder into the boy's body, but both of them only enjoyed this more. The boy was moaning loudly, digging his nails in the man's back as Vegeta started moving faster inside him. The young prince had been dreaming of this for so long, his only true fantasy. And it was real, now. His hips were moving to meet Vegeta's thrusts and both men were soon breathing heavily. Neither of them wanted it to stop but they knew they were close. One of the boy's hands slid along Vegeta's back to stop on the scar left by his cut tail then pressed it slightly. Vegeta gasped and realized it was another thing that Trunks had taught him. It could be a wonderfully erogenous spot but it also was useful to slow his ardor. The boy chuckled at Vegeta's reaction.

"Trunks likes it when it last longer. And it's a good way to make it last long. But you already know all this, don't you? He said you were the one who explained him that trick..."

Vegeta was grateful the boy didn't asked how he himself learned it. Panting, he looked at his double.

"What, now? Do you plan to order me what to do?"

"Something like this, I think..."

He managed to roll both of them without dislodging Vegeta from inside him.

"What about letting me ride you?"

The boy's words sent sparks along Vegeta's spine. He watched the smiling boy with amazement as he slowly rose to sit on the prince's groin. He couldn't understand his own feelings. It was more than lust. It was so strange. Then the boy started moving around him and Vegeta was unable to have coherent thoughts again. Soon tired of his new position, the boy balanced himself by pressing his hands on Vegeta's chest. The prince's hands roamed on his double's body, easily finding some pleasure spots. The same as his, of course. As the young prince was starting to move really fast he tried pressing the boy's tail scar but as his fingers reached it he whimpered something that sounded like "no". So Vegeta decided a change of strategy and slipped his hand along the boy's side to his groin and grabbed his neglected erection. The younger prince whimpered again but this time Vegeta didn't let go and started stroking him. They were moaning loudly again and were close to release. Vegeta used his free hand to grab the boy's head and kissed him hungrily. All this stimulation was too much for them. They both cried as they came and the boy collapsed exhausted on Vegeta's chest, rising and falling with their combined panting.

Vegeta woke to the unpleasant feeling of the hard floor under his hurting back while a heavy weight was pressing on his chest and stomach. He opened his eyes and remembered everything as he saw the young prince still sleeping on him. It was still dark outside. He managed to take the boy off him without waking him and went to a closet were he took a futon and sheets he was keeping there for the nights when he retreated into that place to escape Bulma's anger. He never thought he would share them with someone. He placed the futon on the floor and laid down on it, dragging the boy against him and wrapping them in the sheets. Young Vegeta didn't wake but snuggled against him in his sleep. What wonderful nights Trunks must have spent with this one, Vegeta thought to himself.

When he woke again, Vegeta was alone. He almost missed the presence of the boy. Almost. He knew he had left because he has gone back to Trunks. His jealousy and anger rose again. He quickly showered and got dressed. After a short trip to the kitchen, he flew to the forest. Trunks was waiting for him, the young prince lovingly hugging and kissing him. As Trunks saw Vegeta he said something to the boy who reluctantly left him. Trunks smiled at Vegeta.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"If you're asking this I think it's because you already know the answer."

Trunks and the young prince smiled while Vegeta glared at them. Trunks cleared his throat.

"Well, I thought that maybe you would be interested in sparring with us, again."

After a few hours of training they all went to the waterfall, stripped and got in the water. All Vegeta could do was stare at his young double outrageously making out with Trunks, who didn't even try to stop him this time. He hesitated for a while between drowning Trunks, the boy or himself. He finally decided to go back home where he locked himself in his gravity room.

As he came out in the middle of the afternoon he felt Trunks' ki near the house then he saw him motioning him to follow. They were soon landing in the forest. Vegeta backed away as Trunks tried to hug him. Trunks frowned.

"What?"

"What are you doing exactly, Trunks?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did you see what you were doing this morning? Do you realize how indecent you were? Can you understand how I felt seeing you acting like this with this poor imitation of me?"

"From what I heard your didn't find him so bad last night."

Vegeta's face turned crimson with anger.

"Why did you come back, Trunks?"

"Because I promised you I would."

"And that's the only reason? Of course, you wouldn't lie, so you had to come back to prove you were able to keep a promise!"

"I wanted you to know..."

"To know what? That you found a way to replace me? That's a good news, I'm glad to see you're happy without me."

"I didn't really replace you."

"No? Why him, then?"

"Because I couldn't have you. Because I could have him..."

"You little bastard..."

"Yes, I know, technically that's what I am."

Trunks found himself sitting on the ground, his cheek hurting. He didn't see the blow come.

"I can't believe you became so arrogant!"

"I'm your son."

This time Trunks had just the time to see Vegeta's hands grabbing him before he crashed into a tree. He got up holding a slightly injured arm.

"I forgot how mad that sentence could make you."

Vegeta turned and flew away. Now, he had to do something. The situation was getting unbearable. He had to get rid of his double. Then Trunks would be his again. This wouldn't be easy, the younger Vegeta was so strong. There was only one way to take the advantage. Vegeta hoped he really was the only one to know how high he could push the gravity in his room while still being able to fight. If the boy couldn't follow him in this, he would be able to beat him. And kill him.

He had planned to go to the forest and get the boy home that night, his excuse being the fact that he wanted to spend another wild night with him. But he didn't have to move. The young prince arrived late that night just before Vegeta decided to go. And of course he was there for the same reason than the previous night. Good, everything would be alright, then. All Vegeta had to do was acting quickly. He motioned the boy to enter the gravity room then locked the door on them. Before the boy could see him move, he activated the gravity field, rising it as high as he could support. The young prince didn't have the time to understand what was happening. He found himself pressed on the floor, unable to move. When he managed to turn his head a little he saw Vegeta kneeling by his side and felt his hand caressing his back.

"Why did you do this?"

"Trunks can only belong to the stronger of us. Apparently he didn't teach you that well. Look at me, I can stand up and move while you're pinned to the floor. I'm stronger than you, that means he's mine."

He emphasized his last word with a vicious blow in the boy's back. His younger self was defenseless but it didn't stop him. It was something that had never stopped him before. He punched and kicked him, ignoring the begging cries of the young prince. He went on hitting the boy mercilessly until he was unable to move or make a sound. Then he stopped and the room was silent again. The boy was quiet and the sound of beaten flesh had faded. All he could hear was the faint buzzing sound of the gravity field. He deactivated it and went back to the motionless body.

He checked the boy's pulse. It was so weak, he wouldn't live long. But if they had the same stamina, he could have a little chance to recover. It would have been dangerous to let him like this. He rose a hand and started concentrating his power in his palm. But as he looked at the boy he felt something preventing him to kill him. Not like this, not by his hand. He couldn't kill him himself. He had to find something else, and he had to find it quickly. The boy had difficulty breathing and Vegeta found his idea. He grabbed him and flew to the forest, far enough from Trunks' camp. He would bury him. Alive. But it won't last long and that would let the boy a chance. If he could escape death, he would deserve to live. If he died, that would just mean he wasn't tough enough.

Vegeta began digging the ground with small ki blasts, trying to be silent. He froze suddenly as he felt Trunks' presence behind him. He tried to hide the injured body but Trunks saw it before he could try anything.

"Vegeta, what are you doing? What happened? Why is he hurt?"

Vegeta looked sheepishly at him, but there was horror in Trunks' eyes as he realized what had happened. He dropped to the ground and carefully took the dying body in his arms.

"Why did you do this?!"

"I had to get rid of him. I can't imagine you with someone else than me, I can't bear seeing someone else's hands on you!"

"You tried to kill him because you were jealous? I thought it was a feeling you only knew when it came to power topics."

"You don't know me, then."

Trunks looked at the broken being in his arms and gasped as he imagined what his real father might have looked like when he died.

"He's dying! If he dies I would have done all this for nothing..."

"What do you mean?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise. I couldn't tell you anything, he was the only one to know. And now... I've lost everything."

Vegeta suddenly felt sorry for Trunks. He loved him and though he had been jealous seeing him with another guy, the boy's sadness made him feel guilty. He couldn't help wanting to see him happy but he had just destroyed his happiness... He crouched by his side and sighed. He couldn't do anything so a little lie would be a small comfort, maybe. Trunks had always believed in one word: "hope".

"I'm sorry, Trunks. I only want you to be happy but I took the one you love... If we could be fast enough we could go home and give him a senzu. Maybe he'll survive until we arrive, though I'm not sure of this. Then you'll be able to go back to the future with him."

"Really?"

Trunks got up quickly and flew away followed by a stunned Vegeta. Trunks had to really love that guy to desperately try to save him although he knew he won't survive. They stopped near Capsule Corp.

"I don't want anybody to see him like this. Go get the senzu, I'll wait here. Quick!"

He shoved Vegeta who disappeared in the house. When he handed the senzu to the young man a few minutes later he practically tore his hand while grabbing it. Vegeta massaged his hand and cursed himself when his jealousy told him again to finish his rival. What he saw next almost make him choke. Trunks had crunched the healing pea and was feeding it to the younger man from his mouth. Nothing happened for a few seconds then the younger Vegeta open his eyes and tried to scream at the feeling of his body accelerated healing. Then all wounds had disappeared, only some blood left on his body. Trunks smiled and held him in his arms.

"You're safe. So my dream will come true..."

Vegeta frowned.

"Your dream? What dream? What are you talking about?"

"Not yet, I told you it's a surprise."

"I think we should tell him, now."

They both looked at the younger Vegeta who was trying to clean himself from the drying blood. Trunks shook his head but finally agreed.

"All right, after all we can't leave like thieves. You certainly have things to do before. Maybe you want to say goodbye to Piccolo. I think we should tell him the truth."

"Goodbye? Truth? Leave? I don't think I understand everything... Actually I fear I understand everything."

"You come with me to my time, he stays here to take your place. You know, I didn't lie when I said I took him because I couldn't have you. You were right when you said I found a way to replace you. You were just wrong about my intentions. All these years I've been raising him, teaching him just to make him match your power. He had to learn all the things that should have happened to him if he had lived his real life. Yours. I had planned everything. I even managed to give him the few scars you have. Everything was perfect. If he is asked something about an event I didn't teach him, he just have to say he doesn't remember. Nobody will notice as nobody will dare asking him more. You know, your bad habit of remaining silent is a good thing, after all. There's still one thing I'm wondering... would he have been able to meet me in his timeline?..."

"Trunks, stop it, my head is spinning..."

Trunks laughed and wrapped his arms around Vegeta's neck. Hugging him felt so different. Maybe that was just because he knew the other Vegeta wasn't the one he loved. He hoped Bulma wouldn't feel the difference.

"Did you talk about this to Bulma? I mean to your mother?"

"Yes. Actually she has been asking me so often why I looked so sad that I had to tell her everything. She said she was sure there was a solution. When I talked about my plan later she didn't seem to be shocked. I asked her if she thought it would be fair to trick Bulma-san into this and she laughed, telling me that the Vegeta I had raised was certainly more gentle with her than you. I think it was a way to tell me I made him too gentle."

"I can be gentle."

"I know."

"You taught me this."

He took Trunks head in his hands and gently kissed him. As he was watching their kiss becoming more passionate, the younger prince understood what Vegeta had felt when he had seen him kiss Trunks just after they arrived. So that was it, that feeling called jealousy... He didn't like it, it was something that was hurting him. He turned and looked away but soon felt an arm around his shoulders and another around his waist and realized that both men were hugging him. They stood there for a while, smiling at each other under the moonlight. Then Trunks turned to Vegeta.

"We're leaving in the morning."

"Then I should let you spend your last night together."

He turned and flew towards his house. He felt too excited to sleep so he decided to say goodbye to his son, in his own way. He entered the young boy's room, careful no to trip on a toy in the dark, and stood next to the bed. The room was dimly lit by the moon and he could only discern the boy's sleeping form. He was so quiet compared to his state when he was awake. Vegeta crouched and carefully brushed a lock from little Trunks' face. He whispered in the dark:

"He'll be a better father than me. You deserve more than what I ever gave to you, and I'm sure he'll give you the care you need."

He rose slowly and headed to Bulma's room.

Vegeta had finally managed to sleep a few hours. He sneaked out of the room before Bulma awoke. He ran to his gravity room to take a shower, then flew quickly to the forest. Trunks was already waiting for him. As Vegeta arrived Trunks pointed at the younger prince who was sitting a few feet away.

"Spend a few hours with him. There's certainly a lot of things you have to tell him about your life in the past ten years."

"I'll tell him some things, but there's not much to say. And if he has questions, Piccolo will be here for him. I think it's the main thing I have to tell him..."

He walked away, followed by his younger double. When they came back two hours later, the young Vegeta had difficulty keeping his face neutral. Trunks took him apart while Vegeta waited near the time machine. Watching them walk away, the prince was wondering if all this was true or just a dream. Everything happened so quickly. In only less than two days his life had changed so strangely. He watched the boy hugging Trunks a last time.

"What did Vegeta tell you?"

"He only talked about his son and his wife. It's so strange. I've been living with you and your mother for ten years but these two just look like strangers to me."

"They're not. They're your family, now. And you have a friend. Piccolo-san is someone you can trust."

"I think I'm going to miss you."

"You will forget it soon. You're strong."

They parted and Trunks joined Vegeta in the time machine. As they started to fly off they saw Piccolo standing by the young prince's side. A few seconds later they had disappeared and young Vegeta sighed sadly. Piccolo feared someone noticed the change in Vegeta's mood and decided to take care of it.

"Now that you're the only Vegeta here, let me remind you of some things."

Vegeta looked at him questioningly.

"You have a wonderful kid who only wants you to teach him how to fight and spend a little time with him. You have a rather interesting wife, and I'm just talking about the things I know: intelligent, determined, courageous. Just like you. You also have a constant rival, some friends, even if you're not willing to see them as friends... You gain more in staying here than what you had before."

The young prince looked at the Namek thoughtfully for a while then smiled.

"I also have a great gravity room, now. Do you want to spar with me?"

Piccolo just smiled back.

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Notes:

This is a sequel to "Someone else's son", requested by jj blue. I hadn't thought about writing a sequel but I found a plot that I hope you'll find interesting.

About Vegeta & Piccolo relationship: you find it strange that they're acting like friends? No, it's not! In many scenes from the manga or the OAVs you can see that they are closer than they could seem.

I tried to keep the storyline unaltered: Saiyajin seem to remain (bi)shounen all their life, so nobody should notice that the new Vegeta is younger ^_^ The different personality of this Vegeta could also explain the changes we can see in him in the manga... I think... Well, that's what I wanted to show...

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