memories make the man: sarcasm, little blonde, and angry trips

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Vegeta felt weird as he felt like moving in slow motion and at the speed of light at the same time. His fist took an eternity to reach the Demon’s face as Vegeta uppercut Piccolo the milsecond Goku was done transporting them back to Capsule Corporation. Piccolo landed to the floor in some pain but, it didn’t hurt too much, as no extra power was behind it.

“Looks like his fine to me.” Eighteen said after Piccolo was knocked to the floor. “Except I can’t feel his ki. Even at this distance.” Krillen confirmed his wife’s actuations.

“You’re right. I can’t feel it either.”

Vegeta didn’t hear them as he was looking around the area in almost in panic. Two seconds ago he was in the woods and now he was in some building. A huge building, with the strangest people inside of it.

“How the . . .” He stopped as a blur of blue crashed into his chest. After it knocked into him, he looked down seeing a woman with blue hair and eyes. She was sobbing into his chest for some reason he didn’t understand. Then again he didn’t understand why or how he was here.

“What are you doing?” She felt her starting to laugh against his chest. This confused him to an all time high.

“Please Vegeta. I don’t need your ‘don’t want public displays of affection’ rant right now, okay?” She looked up at him and froze. His face was off. His eyes were not brought down into his normal scowl and his eyes held no emotion known to him. He looked highly confused. “Vegeta? What is wrong with you?” She whispered lightly as her voice left her. He only turned his head slightly to the side.

“Miss? Do you mind . . . letting go now?” She backed away after he said that. This wasn’t right.

“He has no memory.” Those words rang in her head. Piccolo said that bluntly and everyone turned to him confused as Vegeta was. Bulma turned back to Vegeta.

“What?! No. Come on. You have to remember something.” She stepped back up to him. “Saiyan prince, Saiyanjins race, Kakorot, Gohan, Nappa, Radditz. Bulma! Trunks! Anything ringing a bell here? You got to remember Frieza at least.” He only looked at her with a slightly guarded look of confusion. He blinked twice shrugging a little bit.

“Friend of yours?” Krillen, Gohan, Bulma, and Goku almost fell over at the question.

Bulma recovered somehow looking at him incredible. He really didn’t remember anything.

“He took you away when you were a kid for twenty years as his slave. You hated him with all your heart. He destroyed your planet and everyone on it!” Vegeta rolled his eyes away from her, keeping his eyes to the side.

“Right. Was that before or after I came to earth in my spaceship to take it over with my little green men?” His sarcasm was so high that even Goten would know it was sarcasm.

“That was after.” For a smart girl, sometimes she could be dense. Vegeta left eyes started to twitch lightly before he calmed himself down with a shallow sigh.

“Bulma.” Eighteen said mono-toned. “He was being sarcastic. Highly sarcastic.” Bulma’s eyes widened and a slight blush formed on her cheeks as if Eighteen’s tone and words wasn’t enough embarrassment.

“Right. I knew that.”

“Right, sure you did.” Bulma could have sworn he was going to pat her on the head like a child. “Can I go now?” He said turning to Goku.

His attention turned away from her. Bulma looked at him with shock and confusion. Go? Go where? She looked back at Goku as he put his hand behind his head.

“Sorry. Kinda a one way trip.”

“I don’t believe you. Since you are the one that brought me here. It is only proper to take me back.” Goku brought his hand down looking at Vegeta slightly hurt.

“I can’t, really. I felt Piccolo’s ki and I transported there then I felt my son’s here and come back. Now that his here I can’t put you back where you were.” *Ki? Transported? I don’t understand what his talking about? I didn’t even understand why or how I am even here. Oh forget it!*

“Right, whatever.” Vegeta smoothed down his hair, only to have it sprang back into place. He looked back at them. “I understand.” Bulma smiled as he was seeing the light. “You’re all insane.” She hope was dashed against the wall. “I’m out of here.” Vegeta turned his back on them. “Nice you meet all of you. But, I hope I never see you again. Goodbye.” Vegeta looked around trying to find a door. Picking a direction he headed to left and found double doors heading to the outside down the hall.

It took a second or three before anyone could respond to that. Goku and Bulma ran off him as the other stared in disbelief. Vegeta was civil. Beside that punch Piccolo Vegeta wasn’t like his normal self. With good reason but still. Yet, he was still as stubborn as an old mule though. Some things never change.

“Okay. That was strange.” Krillen said stating the obvious as usual. He turned to Piccolo. “So where was he before?” Piccolo tried to decide to either tell him or not. He was lending towards not.

X)(X

Bulma and Goku looked up and down the street trying to find him. Seeing half down the street and ran to him in time to see him in a fight with a thug. Fight was too strong a word as Vegeta dodged the knife and used his elbow to break his by forcing it the other way and then smashed into his face, knocking him out cold. He looked at the others how started backing away before full out high tailing it out of there.

He looked down at the man he beat. Taking him arm he set it the right way again while taking off the man’s bandana and making a make-shift bandage to keep his arm still. Vegeta tied the ends of it as Goku and Bulma get to him. There were surprised to say the least. Seeing the knife by Vegeta’s feet. They figured he was a mugger and tried to attack Vegeta. And he responded by knocking him into next week. But, to see Vegeta treat the man that attacked him was beyond weird.

Vegeta picked up the man up out of the street and set him up against the nearest building. Seeing the knife Vegeta picked it up and put it back in the mugger’s pocket.

“Vegeta! Why are you giving that back to him for?” Bulma voice, screaming like that was giving him a headache. *Great. All I need. A blue haired Hazel!*

“It’s his. I would be no better if I took something that wasn’t mine.”

“He tried to attack you!”

“And you kidnaped me. Who’s done worse here? I can fend off an attacker but, it’s hard to get back if you have no idea where you are in the first place.” He said perfectly calm. “Now, just leave me alone. He and your demon friend have done enough for one lifetime.” Vegeta said with as much vemon as a butterfly as he turned on his heel and moved down the street not sure where he was going.

Goku grabbed Bulma fazed in front of him. Vegeta stopped with a dull look now his face. This was getting annoying and fast. Goku tried this time.

“Sorry Vegeta. But, if you can’t remember how your power works. You could be a really bad hazard out here.”

“Hazard? Like appearing out of nowhere where people could easily see you? That kind of Hazzard? Or a different kind” Vegeta said as smart aleck as possible. Goku looked him for a moment seeing he was under a street lamp that completely lit up the part of the street they were on. The light easily showed him and Bulma too. He blushed a tab. He was more discreet than that. Ignoring that for the moment he refocused on the issue on hand.

“Vegeta, I am serious here! You could blow up a building or something if you power decides to return to you suddenly.”

“My power, huh? What am I? A superhero?”

“Well . . . kinda more like a supervillian that turned somewhat hero.” Vegeta smacked his hand to his head as he was not getting through to the man.

“You’re insane.”

“No we are Saiyans.” Vegeta had enough as anger, that he was suppressed blistered to the top. He grabbed Goku’s shirt bringing him down to his level.

“Shut up! I will tolerate no more of your stories! And I am tired of looking at your face! Find someone else to play with because I had it with you!” He ki was readable as he picked up Goku with one hand and throw him to the alley next to them.

Goku was more stunned than hurt as he met with a dumper halfway down the alley. Vegeta had his teeth bared until he calmed down almost suddenly and as he did his ki was unreadable again. Vegeta turned to Bulma. “Sorry you had to see that.” He nodded a goodbye to her and continued on. Bulma made a quick decision and stepped in front of Vegeta.

“Listen. I’m sorry if he made you angry. But, hear me out. I know this sounds crazy but, could you at least give some time to prove it.”

“How?”

“Just give me some time to prove you are who we say you are. If you don’t believe us. Then I will take you back myself.” Vegeta looked at her seeing the truth in her eyes. She meant every word but, it seemed to cause her pain. Vegeta closed his eyes blocking her pain for himself. He seemed to feel it too.

“Two days.” He opened his eyes with intense resolve. “No more.” The tone spoke volumes. If she tried to get more, he would leave. No discussions.

“Deal.” Vegeta shook her hand in agreement and both headed back to Capsule Corp. up the road a bit. Goku picked himself up seeing them cross the alley entrance side by side . . . sort of. “Come on Goku!”

“Coming.” Surprised but he followed anyways.

X)(X

Inside they felt Vegeta’s ki flare for the briefest of seconds and then unfeelable again. It wasn’t long after that when Vegeta and Bulma come through the living room going upstairs. They turned to Goku who shrugged as he was getting familiar with the side of a dumper when something happened that made Vegeta change his mind. He was sure Bulma would explain in a minute.

X)(X

Bulma led Vegeta to an old spare room. Vegeta’s old spare room, hoping it would jog a memory or two. He went in seeing the room with mild interest.

“The bathroom is through there. And if you need anything just ask. We’ll start tomorrow on jogging your memory.” Vegeta didn’t turn around as she was talking. Seeing her face made him consent to this. He was already sorry he did.

“Okay.” He sounded kinda . . . defeated.

“Vegeta?”

“What kind of name is Vegeta anyways?” Bulma smiled grimly.

“A family name. Your father was named that.”

“I guess your going to bring him here to talk to me later then.” Bulms shifted uncomfortable.

“I can’t. He’s dead.” Vegeta looked down for a moment.

“Mother then?” More shifting on her part.

“Also dead.”

“Aunts, uncles, nephews, cousins?” Vegeta said like he figured she was making this up as she went along.

“Your planet was destroyed by Frieza. Only. Nappa, Raddits, Goku you normally call Kakorot, and yourself survived.”

“So then I’ll see the other two.”

“No. Raddits was killed by Goku and you . . . killed Nappa.” Vegeta spun around looking at her like she was nuts.

“Your saying I’m . . . some kind of . . . murder?!” Bulma didn’t know how to put this. The news seemed to upset him greatly.

“I don’t know how to put it.”

“Then don’t! I don’t want to hear it!” Vegeta turned away from her again. “Goodnight madam.” Vegeta said ending the conversion. At least his part of it.

“Night.” Bulma pulled the door closed after letting only one tear fell from her eye.

Vegeta tried to forget that comment about him killing someone else. He couldn’t be that way. There was no way he was like that. Could he? *I should have let that wolf eat her.* Vegeta shook his head and moved to the bathroom. He closed and saw the lock on the door. Turning it so no one could come in, like last time. There were no locks in the village shower but, privacy was expected. Something miss Hazel Shaen Brooke cared nothing about when it could to him.

Shaking the memory away he looked at himself in the mirror above the sink. He couldn’t guess his age very well. He guessed he was around thirty years give or take. But, besides the hungry pains his body felt like a teenager, energy wise. He saw the black eyes Hazel was talking about. Deep black the same color as the pupil in the center. He couldn’t tell where the pupils stopped the irises began.

He continued looking in the mirror. *I should have let that wolf eat her.* He shook his head to get the demons out.

“I didn’t mean that. I was just annoyed with her. I didn’t mean it!” *I should have let that wolf eat her.* He planted his hands on both sides of the sink. His hands leaving imprints in the stone like sink as his grip was inhuman.

It was long minutes before Vegeta felt okay enough to lift his head again. The thoughts of him were enough to make him physically ill. He sighed feeling he was being silly. One comment didn’t mean anything. The girl was simply annoying. Deciding to sleep on it as tomorrow was going to a trying day no doubt. As tempted as he was to sneak out of there, he gave his word. He would give it five days and that was that.

X)(X

Bulma explained to them last night that Vegeta would allow two days to prove he was, who they said he was. Their work was cut out for them it seemed. Bulma gave them the blow by blow on what happened and what was said that night. The part with the mugger what hard to believe. But, Bulma wasn’t known for making up stories.

The question now was, where to start? Everybody stayed over not wanted to have an unstable powerhouse running around like a ticking time bomb. They found out that those with larger kis had to expel energy frequently or it would overload in their bodies causing terrible damage. That’s why Vegeta and Goku trained so much. They in part needed to do so. So soon they needed to retrain Vegeta on how to use his power. His ki was suppressed not gone. But, like emotions, ki could only be suppressed for so long.

The sun was up and so what everyone else. Bulma was upstairs with Vegeta. She had been up there for a short while.

X)(X

“You’re joking me! How would someone get this . . . thing on? Much less wear it all day?!” Vegeta looked at the solid blue one piece training suit. Bulma would have laughed if it was anyone else.

“The neckline stretches out. Here. I’ll find you a sleeveless one. It’s easier to get on.” Vegeta looked almost depressed as he dropped the sleeved on the bed. Bulma heart seemed to sink at the look on his face. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault entirely. She through him a sleeveless training suit and turned around so not to see his face.

Vegeta smiled seeing she turned around. That’s more than that annoyed woman at the village would do. And some of the other women too but, she was the worst of them all. Stretched the neckline out and stepped into it. The material looked tight and felt tighter but, still slid up his body was a strange ease. Pulling the straps up on his shoulders and looked at himself in the mirror. It left nothing to the imagination to say the least. But, it was a good color on him.

Bulma turned around seeing he was dressed. She searched in his drawers to find his gloves. Vegeta was a perfectionist and everything was folding inside. Almost into permanent ceases, if the material did cease. She had to go to the bottom draw to find them neatly laid out in pairs through the whole draw.

“Here. You almost always wear these.” Vegeta caught the gloves in his hand. White gloves. *We had to cut your . . . outfit off. It was a weird one piece and rather hard to cut. And gloves. White gloves in the same material or close to it as the one piece suit.* Vegeta shook his head and slipped the gloves on. Pulling them down at tight as he fingers would allow, he formed a fist feeling the material stretched with his hand. Like the outfit it started to feel like a second skin. Vegeta turned his hands over sighing again. He knew this was going to be a long day.

X)(X

Vegeta walked down feeling . . . uncomfortable in his new outfit as he felt like he was wearing a thick skin instead of cloth of some kind. Trying to look . . . not completely freaked out, he had a neutral look on his face. As he reached the bottom step a blur of purple attacked him. This one was a child was more strength than all the children back that the Village combined.

“You’re okay! I was so worried when we saw all the blood and you didn’t come back! Why didn’t you come back?” Vegeta only eyed the hyper kid.

“I must be popular with all the age groups or something.” Trunks looked at him blinking in utter confusion.

“What’s wrong? Dad? What do you mean by that? What took you so long to come back?” Vegeta looked at him was more confusion than Trunks had. “Dad?” Vegeta checked behind him to make sure he wasn’t talking to anybody else. No one was there. Trunks turned pale as Vegeta turned his head back.

“Trunks!” Vegeta watched the child turn to the green demon, seeing him motion for the kid to come to him. The kid obeyed.

Vegeta straightened himself up and watched the purple haired kid walk to the demon, disappearing around the corner that lead to the kitchen. Vegeta shook off the shock and walked to the edge of the couch where Yamcha was at on the other side. Vegeta sat still waiting for something to happen. Already he knew he belonged with these people. When he saw the one-piece suit and white gloves. He wasn’t stupid nor did he have problems of disillusionment. He didn’t want to think about it. He was the murder of a man named Nappa. That was something he believed he didn’t want to remember.

Feeling eyes, he turned to the scared man at the other end of the couch. The other man realized he was staring and looked away. For reasons unknown him, he wanted to rip the man’s eyes out. He could feel his muscles tightening as anger pushed through him.

Yamcha could feel Vegeta’s ki raise again from the depth it was pushed down to. Vegeta looked like his old self with the hateful scowl on his face. He watched as Vegeta clenched his fists, like he was trying to control what was happening to him.

X)(X

“So because of the monster. Dad doesn’t remember me?” Bulma smiled sadly at her boy. He was blaming himself. He was partly to blame but, still.

“Not just you. Everyone and he doesn’t even know who he is.” Bulma saw Goku and Piccolo stiffened. “What’s going on?”

“Vegeta’s ki spiked again.”

Goku and Piccolo stepped into the living room seeing Vegeta was trying to control his emotions. His darker emotions. “Vegeta? You alright?” One more deep breath and his fists relaxed and ki went all the way back down.

“Sure. Wonderful. Can’t you tell?” Vegeta again was shocked at his mind for coming up with these rude, sarcastic comments. He couldn’t believe it. “Sorry.” That word again almost got stuck in his throat. “That was . . . completely uncalled for.” Everyone in the room nearly fainted. Vegeta . . . apologizing? Was the world coming to an end?” Goku smiled.

“Don’t apologize. That’s how you are.” Vegeta looked at the scared one with a stabbing glare. He was calm now. Whatever that was, had passed for now. But, that man was the cause.

X)(X

It was an hour before the others showed from what they had to do. There were in the kitchen trying to decide what to do. Vegeta’s power was triggered by anger. Otherwise, it was dormant and pushed down far beyond a human’s.

“Could it be from the accident?”

“What else would it be from, Krillen?” His cheeks went red for a second before speaking up again, louder this time.

“Not what I mean! Maybe it’s a Saiyan thing. Saiyan’s were made to survive right? Well, I was thinking. Maybe this is a way, an injured Saiyan wouldn’t be found until he is healed. I mean the scouters can’t do any better than sensing their ki, right? If his ki is pushed down to non-existence no one would look him or her. So maybe until he gets his memory back, he’s ki will stay suppressed.” The others looked at him amazed. He said something intelligent and very possible. It was a few seconds before anyone could say anything.

“Not bad. It could be it or close to it. Man, if we could use Vegeta’s help on something. Too bad he is . . . was the one who knows anything about Saiyans. ”

“If we could ask him. We wouldn’t be it this mess.”

As the grownups were talking, Marron was bored. She understood they were talking about the scary man with the upswept hair. She tried to get her Mother’s and father’s attention but, they did not hear her. She walked back to the living room defeated and jumped into the couch but, noticing the another there in the room. She looked over seeing the scary man. Her eyes were locked onto him. He was reading one of the books that were on the table that Mr. Briefs left there.

The fear in her eyes left as she decided he didn’t look that scary. She was never around the man before. Maybe they just didn’t like him for some reason. Maybe he wasn’t mean that all. She decided to find out. Getting off the couch, she walked over to Vegeta slowly as not to alarm him.

Vegeta noticed at yellow blonde kid walking towards him. Younger than all the children back at the village. Putting the book down he looked at her.

“Something wrong?”

“No. Not really.” She answered quietly. Vegeta could hear the sadness in her voice. Unable to control himself he reached down and picked her up. He placed her on his knee.

“You’re upset.” Vegeta said as a statement. Marron nodded her head with tears starting a bit. Vegeta started stroking her hair in a calming gesture, he wasn’t sure how he knew.

“Mommy and daddy aren’t paying me any attention. It’s like I am not there!”

“That is not true now. You’re the most important thing to them. Sometimes people get distracted went new things come up. That’s all.”

“You think so.”

“I know so.” He said poking her in the nose lightly with his index finger. That got a giggle out of her as he set her back down as Krillen walked into the room a moment later.

“Marron, honey. There you are.” He stopped in pure reflex seeing Marron so close to Vegeta. His mind had to adjust to Vegeta’s condition. Although he was sure Vegeta wouldn’t physically hurt her in his old form, but he didn’t want her to became emotionally upset either. “Sorry. I hope she wasn’t bugging you.” Vegeta heard other emotions and things in his voice. Deciding to ignore it he shook his head slightly picking up the book again.

“No. Not at all.” Krillen looked away from him. If Vegeta was meaning to do it or not, he was freaking him out like he always could.

“Well, anyway. We are ready to teach you how to use your power again.”

“So I don’t become a hazzard, right?” Krillen looked down a little. The tone was sarcastic but, he meant every word. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Okay then. Marron. You’ll be spending you day with Bulma. I want you to be good for her.”

“Okay, daddy.” Krillen put her down walking her to the kitchen. Vegeta finished the page and memorized the page number he was on. Putting the book back he went to the kitchen himself.

“I tell you. That look he gave me made me feel two feet tall.” Vegeta was behind him as he said that. His eyes narrowed on the little man.

“Oh. So that means you’re not two feet tall? My mistake!” Krillen out of reflex was in the other side of table in freight shaking like a leave in a tornado. As the moment ended, Vegeta put his hand over his face. He looked slightly . . . embarrassed. “I don’t know why I keep doing that.” The others sweat dropped as he said that.

“You scared daddy.” Looking down for a moment seeing Marron again. He looked to the side.

“Bad on me.” He said sarcastically as possible while rolling his eyes. *Yeah. Like scaring that man is hard. Probably afraid of his own shadow. The little sh . . . * Vegeta shook his head to clear that unfinished thought away. Marron was giggling holding onto his leg. Like he was her new favorite person. Even if he scared daddy. Another pair of sweat drops formed on everyone.

Goku stood from his chair breaking the silence that followed the small giggles of the yellow blonde child.

“Well. You ready?” Vegeta looked at him in a bored fashion for a moment. Marron took that as her clue to get some juice as the grown-ups talked more.

“No. But, I don’t think that matters nor is it my choice.” Goku looked hurt at the remark.

“Don’t say it like that. You’re not a prisoner or something.” Vegeta crossed his arms turning his head to the side.

“Prisoner: A person ‘captured’ and kept confined. Sounds like me.” A third sweat drop joined the other two as he said that. Vegeta turned around walking back to the living room.

“Hey. Where you going?”

“To see if my picture is next to word in the dictionary.” Goku landed to the floor before going after him.

“Vegeta!”

X)(X

It was mid-afternoon when everyone appeared by Goku’s instance transmission. Vegeta shook his head hard as the movement was disorientating to him. Vegeta recovered a few seconds and turned to Goku.

“I guess taking the bus like normal people. Is out of the question for you?” Goku put his hand behind his head laughing lightly.

“It’s quicker this way.”

“Whatever. Can we just get this over with? The sooner these two days are over. The quicker I can get away from you.” Goku tried to take no offence but, it was hard. “Forgive me. I did it again.” Vegeta lowered his head as he felt heavy with millions of quick remarks that could pop out at a moment’s notice without permission. Each one more mean and rude than the next.

“Well, I think a little fighting might be good. No ki to start with. I know you can fight because of the mugger and all.”

“Yeah. But, I do hope he is alright though.” Vegeta turned to see everyone had fallen to the ground in shock. “Something I said?”

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Sorry. I lost my muse a few days ago and suddenly it came back. I was going to make it longer but, I figured you waited long enough. Between my sister’s wedding preps and the store moving. My muse took a vacation without giving me my two-week notice. Hahah I hope I mixed enough humor in there. Humor is not my strong suit. Besides sarcastic come backs and such.