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Vegeta gave lifeless smile as he looked at the only person he'd been truly faithful to over the years, lying right next to him. She was just as pretty as she was when they mated. What used to be her beautiful, shining aqua hair was now grey. He recalled that there had once been a time when she had died it… But those times were long and gone now, they had been for decades.
Her once dazzling aqua eyes had faded to a lighter shade of blue. They no longer held the life that they did when he first met her on Namek… They didn't glow like used to when his first-born was conceived… They didn't shimmer like they once did during those seven years of peace.
While she was still beautiful, Vegeta knew that they were getting old. He was now in his mid-eighties, and he, himself, had settled down quite a bit. His title as the Prince of the last of a dying race, was now gone; for he was the only true Saiyan left. The brats were powerful, but they just didn't have the drive to fight… that he and Kakarot had in their youth.
Youth… It felt like it had simply vanished. It wasn't there anymore; his life was now… empty and mellow. Vegeta thirsted for the excitement to which youth had once granted him access.
He had wasted many years, serving Frieza… Back when he thought all there was to life was being the strongest. Hell, even after he had met the woman, and changed his ways… he'd wasted many years, and didn't appreciate the finer things that life had to offer.
But those wasted years, nothing could be done about them. All he could do was make the best of his mellow life.
Vegeta quietly walked out of their bedroom towards the kitchen, rubbing his eyes... His eyebrows had faded and were now a dark grey colour. His hair colour had also receded to a lighter shade of black; giving it the appearance of a dark grey colour.
Arriving in the kitchen, he punched a code into a nearby touch screen on the wall and instantaneously a few robots appeared. Without so as much as a sound they began to cook various foods differing in cuisine. However they only lasted a good ten minutes or so as they were quickly gobbled down by the last full blooded Saiyan.
Even the speed at which he ate had been reduced. In his youth, just after Cell attacked for example, it would have taken him barely a minute to do so. Now it took him ten minutes.
Everything was different being old. The food was good. Just good… there was no taste to it. It just filled up his stomach. He couldn't tell the difference between a piece of broccoli and a slice of cheese anymore.
Being old was horrible.
After walking over to the same wall he punched in another code. Instantaneously the bots began to clean the dishes, each of them now having their own unique pearl sparkle.
Grumbling about stupid sparking plates, he strode over to the gravity room. He still needed to train, he hadn't slacked off and didn't intend to soon.
First he put the gravity on thirty times the earths and powered up to his maximum in his base form. He threw a few punches before increasing it to one-hundred and fifty times the Earth's gravity. He needed to clear his head today. He continued with his warm up before ascending to his Super Saiyan form.
Without any sign of outward effort he powered up to his peak, and began a physical routine around the gravity room. He then raised the gravity level to three hundred times that of the Earth's, and began to go through a few basic forms.
After a while he raised the level to five hundred times the gravity level of Earth. He found himself wishing the ground a happy birthday mere seconds later as he was decked.
He clenched his fists and focused on bringing out the power buried deep within him. His now golden hair fell down to his knees, its spiky pattern not seizing. His yellow eyebrows vanished from his face, and Vegeta's aura began to radiate in a brilliant golden colour.
He walked easily around the room before returning to the control panel and adjusting the gravity level once more. He adjusted it to seven hundred and fifty time the Earth's gravity
Slightly wincing he threw some basic punches, and practiced a few blocks. They were very slow, anyone could have dodged them. Even that idiotic buffoon with the afro.
Vegeta was aiming to master Super Saiyan Four. But to do that he had to fully master Super Saiyan Three as Kakarot and his brat had done all those years ago at the Cell Games with normal Super Saiyan. It annoyed Vegeta to no end; Kakarot was still under forty years of age, while he was an eighty year old Saiyan prince. He may have understood Kakarot, heck he even respected him, but it was still unfair.
It was as if Kakarot was immortal, unable to be defeated… Invincible! No matter what you did he always came back with something better! He countered Vegeta's Galick Gun, single handily defeated two members of the Ginyu force while nobody else could and threw a massive spirit bomb that almost took out Frieza. He even ascended to Super Saiyan, the pinnacle of the Saiyan race at that time. Not to mention how he fought off a deadly virus, and tricked Cell; almost killing him.
The worst part was, that list of accomplishments wasn't even half full.
Vegeta hadn't gotten to do anything. He needed to be strong but for what? Here he was an eighty year old man. If anything like the Shadow Dragons came along it would be in the hands of Trunks, Goten, Gohan and his brat.
None of them even took training seriously! He needed to be prepared, and the only stopping him was the only thing he couldn't fight… age.
Something suddenly snapped in Vegeta's mind. All this talk of being young…
Maybe he could…
A few months later
It was Bulma's eighty-first birthday and he had a present for both of them. It was called youth.
Vegeta stood in front of the new set of Dragonballs. It wasn't the greatest idea to go create another set of them considering what happened last time, but Dende decided that they needed to have a pair. Just in case anything ever happened, they needed a Shenron.. He however gave each ball a different frequency which would naturally change over time, going higher and lower. This made them completely undetectable on the radar.
The then-young guardian of Earth decided to hand a few of them over to the members of Z-crew. Only a few though, It wouldn't do for them to be too easy to find… There were several possibilities of the world being thrust head-first into peril, because of the Dragonball.
The four star went to the harpy, a gift to remember her late husband by. The two star went to Kakarot's brat and the buffoon's daughter to take care off. Vegeta really didn't see the point of it, but he knew that it was best to not put all your eggs in one basket.
The one star went to Kakarot's second brat and his wife. The baldy's daughter.
Bulma and Vegeta though had been given the seven star. The seven star being a metaphor for Vegeta's power, as he was now the strongest on Earth with Kakarot gone. Having sobered down a lot, it was nice to see the woman's –and by proxy his- friends putting so much faith in him.
However the five star, the six star and the three star were somewhere among the muck of water, earth and air that was named Planet Earth.
While it had taken a lot of searching and time, Vegeta managed to pull it off.
Next was the difficult task of getting them from the others. The person he had to convince the least was surprisingly the harpy. She literally handed it over, on the promise that it was returned... Of how this was possible, Vegeta wasn't quite sure. But it had made him see her in a slightly different light.
Gohan had given it to him with a nod after Vegeta explained that he was collecting the Dragonballs, he knew that Vegeta wouldn't have asked unless it was important.
Goten however had asked the most questions of the lot. So much that it was irritating. He reminded Vegeta quite a lot of how his circus clown of a father was back in the day. It had taken a lot of convincing on Vegeta's part, until he almost had it in his possession. That was until Marron decided to ask questions too… by that point, Vegeta settled for threatening to blow their house down.
Vegeta clenched his fist. He was so close… everything he had been missing up until this point would soon be within his grasp. He raised it into the air as he summounded the dragon.
"Dragon I summon you to grant my wish!"
The sky suddenly turned dark black as lightning struck the Dragonballs. A sudden flash and the unmistakeable instant following of thunder assured Vegeta that the dragon had been summoned.
The, long and scaly green dragon arose from the seven Dragon Balls. He spiralled around before rubbing his two tiny hands together.
"Who dares, summon me?" The mighty dragon boomed, his eyes now glowing a bright red.
"I do!" The Saiyan prince exclaimed, the fire in his eyes having been brought back at the prospect of youth.
"Very well prince Vegeta, I shall grant you any one wish!" Dende had also reduced the amount of wishes allowed to one, once more. This was to prevent from too much negative energy being gathered.
"I wish to be young once more, Eternal Dragon!" the Saiyan prince declared, glaring at the dragon, not scared of its awesome power at all.
'Oh, crap I forgot about Bulma! Oh well time for a trip to Namek.'
"Very well," Shenron said, his dark voice resounding through the dessert plain they were in.
Suddenly a bright white flash surrounded the Saiyan Prince, and everything disappeared.
Groggily waking up, Vegeta noticed that he couldn't feel Bulma in the bed.
'Great… Woman's probably working on another one of those inventions.'
He stood up, and attempted to grab the wall. Only to notice it wasn't there.
'How strange… Did someone move my bed?'
He stared down at the ground, attempting to clear his head so he could look up without being blinded. He then suddenly noticed he was wearing socks… and his feet were tiny.
'What happened yesterday?'
He suddenly also noticed that he wasn't in his boxers. He was in pyjamas, not any kind. He could feel the expertly woven silk of the Royal pyjamas he wore as a boy. What a strange dream…
He quickly jumped up, as he noticed a mirror in front of him.
He sprinted to it, only to be shocked at was staring back at him.
It was the reflection of a young four year-old with jet-black, spiky hair. It looked like a black flame. His skin was also untorn, unsuiting of a warriors' and his eyes held a lot of innocence.
"Is that me?" Vegeta pondered watching as each move was copied by the doppelganger.
"Boy! How many times do I have to tell you to stop talking in the mirror?" Came the voice of…
Right so Vegeta still respects Goku. But he still thinks of him as a clown. No matter how long ago Goku left, he still feels underpowered by him.
He has a respect/hate relationship with Goku now.
I realised that I had Vegeta being a bit stupid earlier; making him believe that he was talking to a child in the mirror.
I've fixed up a lot of this chapter, and it took a bit of time. I intend to continue doing these fixes until I get them all.
Anyways this is the omake that I had promised those who have read Blast From the Past. I know the first chapter is extremely similar, if not the same as the one Blast has (I revised it, so I intend to make this the first chap of Blast too) but that's to allow the story to stand alone somewhat too. However I'm not that cheap, I've uploaded chapter 2 of this as well.