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A/N: Hi All, this will only be a 3 part story but each part will be twice as long as I usually write. Enjoy!

Premonitions
Great Ape

The water lapped around his face as he paddled with his strong legs to keep his body afloat. Not many people could swim, but Vegeta made it a ritual to get up before the sun and spend time in the vast, never ending, grandiose, empty body of water that circled this small island. He watched as the suns light licked at the top of the water. The people in his village had said he came over that horizon one particularly cold morning. The fisher men had found his small floating basket, that was really all that they said about it.

The people of the island did not like the teenager, he unsettled them with his intense stares. There were, instances that made this feeling turn in a full on plague throughout the village. No one spoke to him these days, unless absolutely necessary. These things that happened to him, he could not explain them. They felt completely natural to him, but the looks he got from the far haired, blue eyed people of the island made him think twice. He often wondered why they bothered to keep him at all? Pity? Out of need for another strong male? Fear? He was not normal, he knew this, he knew it with every fibre in his body, he knew that from the stares, the whispers and the frowns.

This inner strength, this power he possessed. They were scared of it, they were jealous and cautious of it. 'They', were ignorant, he assumed to himself. There was only one person who didn't look at Vegeta like a monster, maybe because she was in a similar situation as him. She was different.

18 was born a sick babe, she would stop breathing and turn blue. Her mother had given birth to 3 still born babies before her. 18's family were said to be cursed. One afternoon she had an attack, the babe died in her parents arms. They consequently threw themselves over a cliff, unable to deal with the pain of loosing another baby. It is said a woman in a flowing white and golden dress, long drop earrings covered in fine jewels, sparkled behind her burnt amber hair which was woven into elegant braids, picked up 18's lifeless body and kissed both her cheeks. She then set the babe back down in her blankets. The villagers looked in awe as the baby began to cry again.

They say Hera, Queen of the Gods herself had brought 18 back from the dead.

Although they didn't speak, Vegeta and 18 had an understanding. The pair slept in dwellings close to each other and sat next to each other to eat meals. Sometimes Vegeta's gaze would land on 18's bright blue stare and he swore he could see the same misery and torment in her as he felt himself.

Had the gods saved him from death too only to suffer a worse fate? Every time he looked into her eyes, it made him shiver with his own destiny.

Vegeta often dreamt of things, things that had no happened yet, things that had happened before he was born. He never shared this, no one knew. But it was a part of his strange aura. He knew what was going to happen before it happened. Important things. High tides, storms, deaths. Sometimes he decided to intervene and other times not.

A spine shrilling scream broken the dead silence of the morning. Vegeta spun around and looked in the direction of the village. He could see flames stroking the tops of the tress where the village was. He was back on the shore in 3 big movements. As his naked skin tightened from the cool air on his wet flesh, his leg muscles pumped into action as he ran into the forest.

Metal clashed as the piercing sound of two swords coming together in rage and agony, the sound rang in all the ears of the men surrounding this chaotic battle between two titans.

Bulma's eyes widened as she watched the unfathomable strength this man was using, as if it was just a practice fight, began to over power his opponent. She could hardly keep up with his movement, he was so elegant, so graceful and full of such raw power. His body was sculpted straight from Zeus himself. The way his muscles moved, his tendons, his ligaments, his joints and his skin all worked together to form a complete warrior. Even his hair seemed to keep in with his stream like effect and stay out of the way.

On a routine patrol of the city they found these two battling like two titans. They were on a hill covered in hard grey stones, it made for an unstable ring for the pair. Outside of the city walls were usually barren this time of afternoon. If it hadn't been for the strange way the wind was blowing that day Bulma would have never of lead her troops this way. Just to the side of the main road which was paved in pure white limestone that ran straight into Kalie, was where they had found to two quarrelling men.

Bulma wasn't sure who the better of the two was, the short, more stocky man. His midnight black hair stood on end like a lightening bolt, a huge widows peak framed his face. She did, however, know the other huge giant he was facing. That was Abrion, a local but dangerous criminal. He was responsible for many deaths of wealthy citizens of Kalie, he stole their wealth of gold and jewels and would capture their staff and sell them off as slaves. He was a ruthless killer and was feared by many, he was a huge monster that only the city guard took on. Bulma had encountered him from time to time and she had given her men the command to never challenge him unless she was there to offer magical support.

This man was completely overwhelming Abrion, like he was a training pole. Abrion's size and pure strength accounted for nothing against this man's speed and completely smooth style of blade, he knew where and when Abrion would attack. His knowledge of his sword, his own movements and that of everything around him was something Bulma never thought she would witness in her wildest dreams. He was effortless and graceful. Bulma could not draw her gaze away, it was a fight of pure perfection. Who was this man?

The city's mood was that of complete shock, led into the town square in chains Vegeta looked around dully. So this was Kalie, he had waited a long time to get to this moment. He didn't however, plan to be in chains. He sighed and focused his gaze to the woman leading this troop of warriors. He probably could of taken them all on, had that woman not have been with them. She was some kind of sorceress, and had pinned him to the ground with a paralysing spell, uttered from her perfectly shaped, smooth lips. She formed a smirk as she pronounced her words.

Yes, that woman enjoyed bringing him to his knees, he struggled at first, falling to one knee and looking her straight in the eye as defiantly as he could. She would not bring him down easy. As her spell increased in magnitude his strength began to wane. Cursing as his body gave up before his mental resolve would, he ate dirt.

He had dealt a crippling blow to the one they called Abrion, the great oaf hit his gigantic head on a rock on the way down, killing him instantly. Vegeta felt it was fate, Abrion's Karma as those in the east called it. But the city guard didn't see it that way. Kalie was the major city of the newly formed democracy nation of Hudae. They would charge him with murder he was told. He could tell they were glad to be rid of the monster Abrion, but their justice system compelled them to try him.

His thoughts drifted back to his childhood and teenage years. About how much justice he got, about how much mercy he was delivered. About all the fairness the world had given him.
No, this world didn't need democracy. It didn't need divine intervention. It need him, punishing the wicked, stomping out the evil under his boot. He trained from the moment justice had left the world, he knew in that moment that nothing would save them. That they needed to save themselves. These people lived in comfort and under strong command, they knew nothing of real suffering. But when the rest of the world came knocking on their doorsteps they would learn as he had. That this world is cruel, cold and dark. Nothing lights the way but your own ambition and fire.

The chains heavy on his wrists and ankles, Vegeta's internal resolve would not waver. He had to complete what he came for, nothing would stand in his way. Not even this city. He had no other options left.

Being connected to the magical plain could be exhausting for Bulma, she was born a seer but was taught in sorcery when she was very young. Had Bulma have been born in another country she could have very well been burnt for her powers. In the state of Hudae, sorcery is highly valued and Bulma was the commanding officer of the town guard because she was an exceptionally powerful warrior. However she did keep her ability as a seer as quite as she could. One could be taught to be a sorcerer but one could not be taught to see the things that Bulma did. That, was a gift. So she held that card very close to her chest, she only conversed with the top of the state and his royal highness himself about her seer abilities.
Prophecies, famine and war were among the many things she had warned the leaders of. Her premonitions always turned out to be true. She had saved them a many times.

Bulma found it curious that she hadn't had any vision of this strange man. She got chills in his presence, he was important to fates plan she could tell. But the universe was remaining quite about him.

For now.

Bulma walked out onto her private quarters balcony. She lent up against the stone railing. The strange wind she had felt all day was still fluttering around her person like a couple of flirting teenager dancers. Tempting her to scan the city for anything unusual. Kalie sat on a soft decline, on one of Hudae's most beautiful ports. The castle and the citadel where the laws where made and passed down resided on the top of the hill. The city centre was a huge square shaped quadrant, tiles of every colour painted a perfect picture of the natural beauty from around the city. Small quaint dwellings started off the city at the huge front gates and got bigger as they arrived at the all inspiring castle. All the vendors and slums were down at the city's ports where many ship docked daily. The castle was a sight to be seen, it was tall as it was grand, in blinding white limestone the castle was built into a huge rock front. Shining windows of coloured glass made visible for miles around. It always made Bulma feel safe. Almost like the castle itself was alive and apart of the living things around it.

Bulma's thoughts ran over the afternoons events again. The man, who they learnt was named Vegeta was being held in the dungeons of the castle until he would face his justice at the citadel. Bulma couldn't help but notice the look in the man's eyes as she cast her seal of commandment on him. He should have fallen to the floor faster than a shooting star. But he held his ground defiantly, the fire in his gaze had excited Bulma. She couldn't deny she was fascinated by him. She was a powerful being, no man yet had not succumb to her will. Vegeta was no exception. But he went down fighting. She had felt his influence, she had never worked that hard to contain someone before. His aura felt electric on her skin, even now, hours later.

Just who was he?

She couldn't admit it out aloud, but they had been happy to have rid themselves of Abrion. Although their ruling system was fair, it had become corrupt by fat men with even bigger payouts. Abrion had been a pawn in many a dirty dealings. He wasn't going anywhere. She felt almost sorry for Vegeta. He would not get a fair trial like he should be entitled to, like the founders of this democracy had intended.

No the fat cats would win out as they always did. Bulma brought in the trash and they put them right back out on the streets as free men. She struggled of late with this corrupt government. She had searched the universe for a premonition of their great cites fate. She found no comforting answer, she found no answer at all. Perhaps she thought, the cities fate was intertwined with this new comers fate. Perhaps the universe did not want her to know their fate.

Vegeta had been in worse places, this was actually quite comfortable as far as dungeons went. The people in this city were definitely serious about the 'fair' thing. He closed his eyes feeling the moonlight creep onto his skin, they were certainly lucky that it was only half moon. Wild things happened on the full moon, things that even the sexy sorceress couldn't win against. He smirked at the thought of her, funny enough he had really only been thinking about her sitting here in this tiny cell. His will, it was going to plan, well for the most anyway, so there was no more need to think over it. He had prepared himself ever since he saw what was coming for this city. There was nothing left to do but wait.

The blue haired woman, she was as interesting as they get. He had not yet met such a powerful woman, she had a strong will about her. Although she wasn't physically tough like most warrior women he meet, she was by far the strongest. That magic of hers coursed through her blood, he heard and felt it deep in her heart beat. If he was honest, the thought of her, that power. It made him hard.

He wondered if she had suspected him, she did know just where to find him. He had been scouting the city days before and never saw the guard come out that far from the city limits.

So how did they know where the two of us were? Vegeta thought to himself.

Did she have some sort of power to sense things? Vegeta would have to be careful around her, he wouldn't put it past her to be able to read minds. He laughed loud at this thought.

Preposterous, maybe I should try that theory out next time she is in the room, he smirked to himself.

Fate had a funny way of surprising Vegeta, usually it was for the worse, but this time he knew it was something he was going to enjoy. The woman was definitely involved in this thing he called destiny. He smirked to himself again as he heard keys at his cell. Vegeta didn't need to turn his head to know who it was, she had a scent on her that no male would ever be able to emit. She had come to his cell, this late at night, for what purpose?

Bulma felt her rage build as she began to build her magical guards up around her. A fortress coursed through her skin and formed a shield around her body. This man would never get close enough to do any damage to her. Somehow she could tell he knew this. He just sat there with his arms folded and a stupid smile on his face like he knew why she was here, he was laughing at how long it had taken her to find out his plan. Oh how she wanted to punch him in his stupid, handsome face.

She built up her spell, ready to unleash great pain on him unless he gave her exactly what she needed. He finally looked up at her as her magic began to swirl and lash out of her soul. She watched his eyes look her over, he hadn't seen her in such casual attire yet, only her armour. Bulma was dressed in a simple gown of blue, a golden chain around her neck brought the gowns fine material up to completely cover her chest, dipping low under her arms and back up again around the back of her neck. The gown meet the floor but had a slit up the side of both legs to allow movement. A golden sash wrapped around her rib cage and kept the material close to her body. Her hair was pinned up in a bun out of her way with loose bits of hair around her forehead, falling from the buns secure hold. She wore little jewellery, only a bracelet and ring her mother had given her.

"So you have become aware of the situation, that didn't take them long. It must have been a strong wind that brought them here." Vegeta said looking out at the small window in his cell.

Bulma's eyes widened as she remembered the wind she felt the day she first saw the man. She felt her rage bubble, she fought it down and took control.

"So you know, meaning you're in line with them! What do you want?!" Bulma demanded.

Vegeta looked her in the eyes and smirked.

"What all men want, power and destruction" He said cryptically.

She would love that line, he laughed to himself. He was being coy, how could he really admit what and why he was here for? How could he tell her of the sight?

"Be clear criminal or you will regret it" Bulma warned with her closed fist.

Vegeta's smirked faded as he became aware of the electrifying power in the room, radiating from the petite figure in front of him. He remembered the pain and humiliation she had brought down on him last time and his face changed.

"I noticed that no cuffs were placed on me as you entered like all the other guards, I'm assuming a stronger spell will be cast on me this time around, if I move or refuse to talk?" Vegeta asked the determination in his gaze returned.

Bulma swallowed hard.

"Tell me who you are" She said sternly.

"I know if I do that you will never believe me, what guarantee do I have that you will believe me?" He asked.

"You don't, so you better just tell the truth" Bulma said clenching her fists tighter.

Vegeta sighed, the poor girl had no time. He had little information for her but her own demises.

"I am a traveller from the east, I noticed the endless line of ships weeks ago as I climbed the coast toward the city. My guess by the flags they fly they are from one of the murderous thieving pirate nations, who plan on sacking the city, killing the men, raping the women and children and plan to steal the gold." Vegeta offered.

"Why would you come to the city then? How do I know you are not one of them?" She asked.

"I could have held my own against a group of them, and I didn't plan on being in a cell when they arrived, you ruined that plan. Besides, what does it matter if I was with them? I'm locked away in a cell. Believe me, when they come, as sure the night is dark they will, I will be killed with the rest... Or maybe even left to starve" He said looking back out the window.

Bulma could feel the sincerity in his voice. He looked too well kept for a pirate anyway.

"Your strength, where did you learn to fight?" Bulma asked.

Vegeta looked back at her. He smirked again.

"So you want my help sorceress? Does your democracy allow such a thing?" He asked shrugging his shoulders.

"So you won't tell me where you learnt to fight like that?" she demanded.

He gave a look that shot through her, a cold feeling ran through her bones. This was a sore spot for the strange man. She could tell no amount of push from her magic would reveal that secret, it was deeply guarded. She hoped that fate would show her one day. She could really use that teacher in her guard.

"If you help the guard defend the city, you will be rewarded in your trial with a lesser penalty. That much can be guaranteed" She offered turning her back.

"Otherwise, sit here and rot" She said looking over her shoulder.

Vegeta looked her up and down again, not only powerful but this women was well kept. She had a fine body he just had to take another second to admire it before he decided his fate. Bulma noticed his ogling, which made her muscles tense. Yes, she was very interesting indeed. He would play along for now. Vegeta stood up and put his hand on his hip and smirked his usual smirk.

"I require a special weapon to maximise my potential in a battlefield, I saw a shop that may have such a weapon as you brought me into the city in chains" Vegeta said.

Bulma's eyes narrowed.

"You are a different kind aren't you? Very well, I assume you mean Launch's weapons" Bulma said walking out of the cell.

A power pump from the combitnation of his back, pelvis, chest and shoulder muscles propelled the spear into the night air. It flew faster then Bulma's eyes could follow. The spear hit its mark and completely collapsed a man's chest and went right through him to land on the ground behind him. Bulma looked on in disbelief. That man was more then 700 feet away. She had never seen someone throw a spear that far, the furthest she had seen was just over 300 feet. The precision and accuracy with which he threw was beyond human possibility.

Bulma began raising her magic, he had momentarily made her stall. She was beginning to worry why she hadn't had a vision about this man. Just as she cast a spell of lighting she watched 3 men simultaneously fall to another one of Vegeta's spear. He was incredible. He was picking off soldiers as they tried to gain ground towards Bulma to take her out. She was making quick work of the smaller groups. But many more were spilling from the boats in the harbour. She was only one, if they had 4 or 5 more sorceress they could destroy them, but it was just enough to stop the soldiers from entering the city for now with just 1. They would be over run in a matter of minutes. Just at that moment they were all feeling the imminent defeat, Vegeta thought of an idea watching the ferocious lightening flash every time it hit a man.

Vegeta spun around to Bulma.

"Can you emulate the full moons light?" He shouted.

Bulma looked confused for a second.

"It is possible, but how could that help this situation?" She yelled back annoyed.

"Make sure it is as powerful as a full moon! Throw it into the nights sky! You can thank me later!" Vegeta growled.

"I fail to see how this will..." Bulma began back.

"DO IT NOW!" He screamed.

Bulma scowled and put her hands in front of her chest and faced them at each other. She closed her eyes and tunnelled her power to between her palms. She focused her memories, every part of her being on the moons light. She sped up the momentum of the power. As a ball of light grew bigger she began to raise her arms. As she felt the last bit of energy force its way into the ball she shot it up in the sky.

"YES!" Vegeta shouted running back up the hill.

Bulma shouted at him to stop, she turned around to watch him. He stopped mid run and raised his arms up.

"You truly are magnificent at magic!" He smirked at her as he turned his head up toward the light.

Bulma was about to reply as Vegeta's face started to change, he started to grow large fangs and his eyes began to flash white. It was then she notice it, the tail.

What happened next would become legend in history books, Bulma watched on in complete awe along with the rest of every being in eyesight that night as Vegeta turned in a gigantic dark brown ape with massive ears, red eyes and a huge tail.

He destroyed every last bit of evidence that the pirates had ever landed on Kalie's shores that night.

Vegeta waddled slightly as the guards brought him into the trail room. His ankles were shackled together along with an attached chain to both his wrist. After his transformation he made quick work of the pirates, stomping and stamping them all to death. He even completely destroyed their ships. No amount of fire power could stop him when he was in his great ape form. When the battle had been won Bulma removed the light from the sky and shackled him with a spell. She was terrified by what she had seen and ordered her troops to chain him to the wall in his cell and cover up his only window out into the sky. And so there he sat, in darkness to await his trial.

He decided that no amount of help he had given would matter much now. They would want him dead, he could just punch himself for revealing his secret. But they would have been slaughtered by sheer might mass of 100 000 men. Not even magic could have helped them, that was the only way to survive. Now, however it meant his death.

"It is with great thought and discussion that we command Vegeta, the lone traveller from the east into life time servitude into the cities guard" The high councillor boomed.

Everyone began to whisper and discuss what they had just heard. Bulma's face however, was sheer white. They decided what?! It was then the high councillor turned to her.

"Lady Bulma, we ask that each night before the full moon that you use a temporary blinding spell on Vegeta to keep him from transforming at will" He said.

"Why not just amputate his tail?! I cannot be sure a blinding spell will work, better to remove the source" Bulma said.

"What?!" Vegeta spat.

"Quite!" Yelled the councillor banging his hammer.

"We cannot be sure that this is where he gets his power from, also we may need his power again, we will discuss measures in which to control him. But we cannot for the moment permanently destroy his power" The councillor explained.

"It is his tail, I can feel the surge of power from it! We should remove it, or something bad will happen!" Bulma yelled.

The councillor motioned for her to step forward to him. She obeyed and walked forward. The councillor lent down and whispered.

"Is there something you want to share? A sign perhaps?" He asked.

"No I haven't... It's just... You can't do this, he is dangerous!" She hissed.

He waved her away and she turned around red in the face. Holding down her anger and humiliation she walked back to her seat. Vegeta watched her with a menacing gaze.

"So it is decided, Vegeta will join the city guard until his dying day" The councillor said with a bang of his hammer.

Bulma sighed and threw her face into her hands. What was she going to do? How could she lead the guard and watch this criminal 24/7. She was going to have to work out a plan before they officially released him from jail.