"Once you place this on, you will never be able to return."

Such words of last resort were not to be taken lightly. The Saiyan prince had spent seven years waiting, allowing his sense for battle against the fighting genius as unadulterated as possible. He simply felt the warrior's yearn.

However, that feeling was corrupted, and it led to vicious results.

"Everyone is gone! Can't you see your pride has lead to our love ones' suffering. Us fighting won't even matter if Buu continues how he is. Please Vegeta!"

Those were the words Kakarot used to convince him of the permanent fusion. Secretly he may have enjoyed becoming a stronger fighter, but as part of his saiyan warrior pride, it was dishonorable to acquire power by using others as pure convenience.

Therefore, the union was, to him, one of retribution and simple alliance.

Yes. YES! He did it for retribution; betraying those he knew and came to share his life with, even if not overtly, just left him with a bad taste on his tongue. The sensation reminded him of the cold apathy which his former employer was known for. Although appreciated, his existence was of a mere tool. A convenience to his visions. Vegeta found himself in the same light he viewed Frieza once Kakarot spoke those words.

Now he paid the price...

But never could he have expected the outcome to be this.

"You damn clown. You didn't think to pick up our sons but instead the Namek, that human buffoon, and the dog?!"

Upon recovering from the sucker punch, Goku reflected as he gazed softly at the sacred planet of the Kais. He had a plan, he always did. Maybe not at all times, but luck was with him as somehow he always came through.

"Don't you think I'm devastated as well? You think I don't regret it, that I couldn't save them during those last moments! Had you revived the rest of our race you could have lived naturally as you'd want, uninvolved with Earth's matters."

"DON'T SPEAK AS IF YOU KNOW WHAT THE SAIYAN RACE DOES! I WILL BREAK YOU." He defended, blood boiling as the younger pure blood insulted their people's culture. Decades past their date of death, one could see that it's best some issues remain untouched and left.

"Now is not the time to quarrel. Majin Buu has recovered again!"

Vegeta clenched his teeth, maddened by the fact the mindless pink blob had no consequences. He remembered tales from his mother; tales passed down generations of a time when the saiyans used to be chaotic in terms of a united front. Their home world suffered because of it, and it had been far long a wait until Vegeta, the king, established a firm society. Had life not had other plans, he may have ended up preparing for such devastations; the tale of the Legendary Super Saiyan was not speculation, but a reminder that things may turn unfavorably.

Such is why, when he took notice of his longtime rival whom he loathed, he stood beside him having cracked the Potara earring after he had in a bout of anger.

Maybe the reason Kakarot did the same was because he tried to make amends. Or perhaps maybe... it was due part that he knew the outcome would not end terribly.

'Whatever the case,' he eyed the recently arrived purified form of Majin Buu. 'Kakarot has the pride of a saiyan, yet oddly enough has never allowed defeat stem from unchecked haste.'