"I promise you all, I'm way scarier than Frieza will ever be."

Vegeta shivered at the mysterious girl's warning to Dodoria and the rest of Frieza's crew. The prince's arms were folded over his chest and he was leaning against the wall outside of Zarbon's room, which apparently now belonged to the alleged half-Saiyan.

They spent the rest of their day showing her around the ship, their confidence having been drained from her second display of power with Dodoria. Bulla had dragged the trio throughout the spacecraft, interrogating the Saiyans about anything ranging from the structure of Frieza's army, to their own personal lives. The prince was utterly confused as to why the girl was so fascinated with what he did for fun. As if the prince had ever had fun in his life.

Eventually, Bulla swiped a scouter from one of the armories, led the Saiyans back to Zarbon's room, and then had the audacity to demand that they leave her alone before shutting them out of the bedchamber.

So now Vegeta stood guard outside of her room, having told Nappa and Raditz to rest as he assumed that was what the Earthling was currently doing. In the meantime, the Saiyan was attempting to form a plan to deal with their guest, though not having any luck at all. Twice she had taken Dodoria down like it was nothing; and though she seemed aware of what the Frieza Force and the emperor himself were capable of, she appeared unfazed by the threat that was sure to follow her disloyalty to the tyrant.

Was she truly stronger than Frieza?

Was she telling the truth about her background?

What could they possibly do about this?

Vegeta's thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of one of his Saiyan subordinates. Raditz yawned and stretched his arms above his head, nearly grazing the ceiling with his outstretched hands. To the prince's chagrin, the low-class warrior towered over him despite still being a scrawny weakling.

Vegeta reassured himself that he too would reach that height… someday.

"I thought I told you to go get some rest," Vegeta said as Raditz neared him. The other warrior shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well I slept a bit… Figured you might want to get some rest too. I'll let you know when she starts moving around again- don't worry."

Vegeta resisted the urge to berate the other man and considered his offer. It would be wise to get some sleep in case something were to happen that would require his full strength. He pushed himself off of the wall, standing up straight and walking past Raditz, "Fine… you know what to do if she wakes up."

Raditz watched the Saiyan leave his post. The minute he was out of sight, the low-class man sank to the ground, sitting outside the door and leaning his body against the cold wall. In all honesty, the Saiyan couldn't sleep, having been kept awake by the female's words regarding his long lost-brother. He tried to be rational when approaching this information, and yet it continued to linger in his thoughts.

He had no reason to trust this girl- everything she said seemed too good to be true. Maybe she was some sort of test from Frieza- but would he even be aware of Kakarot? The thought made him sick, imagining Frieza seeking out his brother– to eliminate him, no doubt- and then use the information about him against Raditz. It sounded exactly like something the tyrant would do- lure the Saiyans to commit treason with the promise of his brother and an entire family of Saiyan blood. Having witnessed Frieza's cruelty more than any of them, it was no wonder that Vegeta rejected her claims so intensely.

But Raditz wanted it to be true. He had no connection to his brother other than seeing him in his incubator for a few brief moments. However, another Saiyan could help ease the loneliness the warrior often felt throughout his life, especially a Saiyan that shared not only his class, but his blood as well. Plus, it would be nice to split the flak he regularly received with another person.

Only minutes had passed before his sensitive ears detected faint noises coming from the room behind him. Raditz went to press the call button on the side of his scouter, before hesitating.

The warrior paused, a conflict of emotions dancing across his face as he considered his next course of action, before he stood up and turned to gently knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Raditz nervously entered the room that once belonged to Zarbon. Bulla had certainly made herself comfortable; her capsule wardrobe was on display with a variety of clothes and trinkets scattered around the room. The blue-haired woman was at the vanity desk tinkering with a scouter that had been disassembled. She looked up from her work, her hair now in a high ponytail, and beamed at him. The warrior felt himself blush. How could he not? This girl was strong, confident, and pretty damn cute- even if she was a potential plant by Frieza.

"What's up?" Bulla asked.

Raditz stared at her, realizing he had no plan on how to approach this situation. He was no expert on prying information out of people. Finally, he decided to just be forward, no matter how stupid he sounded.

"Are you being completely honest about Kakarot?!"

She raised her eyebrows at that, "Of course I am."

There was silence between the two, Raditz clearly uncomfortable with what he was both feeling and asking of her. Bulla pitied the guy- yes, she had heard stories about what a villain Goku's brother had been upon arriving on Earth, but right now he was just a stupid teenager. 'If he's anything like dad he's probably just emotionally constipated,' she thought to herself, 'plus, if anyone found out he was asking these kinds of questions, they would probably torment him for it.'

Raditz finally spoke up again as he stared down at his boots, "I want to believe you… I just don't have a reason to…"

The half-Saiyan hesitated; she truly felt sorry for this man. She finally stood up and walked over to close the door to her room, grabbed Raditz's hand, and dragged him over to sit on the edge of the bed with her.

He looked at her in shock as blue eyes glared into black. Bulla put on her most stern expression before speaking, "You have to promise me that you will not repeat any of this to anyone: got it? I was going to tell everyone eventually, but I was waiting for the perfect moment. Don't ruin this for me!"

"Oh…. okay?" Raditz said, not really sure what the hell he was agreeing to. The girl continued to frown at him before finally relaxing.

"I'm from about 48 years into the future. I came here in a time machine my mother made. Vegeta is my father." Bulla paused to look for some type of reaction in Raditz's now blank expression, only continuing when she saw none, "The reason I know about Kakarot and the reason why there's a full-blooded Saiyan on my planet, is because you went to Earth to find your brother and my dad followed behind you, eventually settling down there."

Raditz stared at her in bewilderment.

"…What?"

"I know you think I'm crazy, but I swear it's true! I can prove it! My dad used to tell me all sorts of stories about growing up with you! Let's see…" she tapped her finger against her chin before her eyes lit up, "Oh, I know! My dad used to tell me that when you two were kids, you used to pluck a few hairs out of Nappa's head every night and convinced him that he was balding."

Raditz gawked at her, "Are you seriously trying to tell me you're from the future, Vegeta is your father, and that your way of proving it is by explaining to me that Nappa is a bald bastard?" he sighed and crossed his arms, "Are you high or something? Look, I'll give you points for creativity, but this is pretty stupid."

"Wait! I have another story!" Bulla stammered, "My dad really hates worms because one time you guys were purging this desert planet and a giant worm ate him, and he had to rip through his intestines to escape. It was so awful and disgusting he never got over it, and said he would kill you or Nappa if you ever repeated it to anyone. He was scared it would be used against him- which it was. I used to put worms in his boots and then blame it on my older brother."

Raditz, still looking unconvinced, opened his mouth to dismiss her claims, but the young girl leaped to her feet and hurried to her wardrobe, "Hold on! I have more proof! I have pictures on my cell phone!" The girl walked back over to him, tapping repeatedly on the screen of some device, before holding up an image to his face. Bulla was there, her arm outstretched as if she was holding the screen, sitting next to… King Vegeta?

Raditz took the device and stared at the picture. It was a spitting image of the Vegeta he knew, though he looked far older and his signature frown was gentler than normal. Though Raditz had only seen the king briefly on a few occasions, the image looked exactly like him- barring the facial hair.

Bulla placed her finger on the screen and swiped it, causing a new photo to come up. The image was similar to the first one, with the addition of a blue-haired woman that resembled the girl in front of him, and a man with lavender hair that had an uncanny resemblance to Vegeta. Raditz started swiping through the images as Bulla explained each one.

"That's my mom and my older brother Trunks. And this picture has Trunk's wife Mai in it. Those are my grandparents and their cat. Ooh, this is me in a really cute outfit! And that's one of my best friends Marron. And that's…" The girl rambled on until Raditz came to a sudden stop at one particular image.

"…Bardock?!"

Bulla grinned at the picture, "That's Goku! Or Kakarot, I guess. Your brother." The teen looked up at Bulma, an expression on his face she was unable to read, "Remember, this is from nearly 50 years into the future. He's an old man here."

"…This looks just like my father, but without the scar down his face…" Raditz looked back between the photo and Bulla, "How did you do this... why… what are you trying to do here?!"

"I didn't do anything. These pictures are from my timeline. Why would they be fake? Seems like an awfully elaborate story to make up for no reason. What do I have to gain from this?"

Raditz stared up at her, looking increasingly distressed by the minute. The teen walked back to her wardrobe and rummaged through it, before returning, holding a white patch with the red symbol of House Vegeta emblazoned on it. She passed the material to Raditz, who examined it in shock.

"It's just like the one Vegeta keeps, isn't it? The corner is even melted from where he was hit by a powerful energy blast- the one that destroyed his old armor and forced him to get a new set. But he tore off the insignia of the royal family and has kept it with him all these years… as a secret, of course." Bulla stood proudly before Raditz, who was feeling uneasy even holding such an item. Vegeta had kept this hidden away from even his fellow Saiyans, clearly ashamed of feeling sentimental towards his old armor- a keepsake from his father and a memento of the short time he spent as true royalty. Both Nappa and Raditz were the only two who could possibly know of its existence and both knew better than to say a word about it to anyone. It had been years since the warrior had laid eyes on the relic.

And now this girl had it- and he was holding it.

"How- how did you get this?! Or know about it?!"

Bulla folded her arms and scowled, causing Raditz to shudder at the mirror image of his prince's demeanor. He was officially freaked out.

"My father gave it to me, of course! Well, he technically gave it to both of his kids, but I guess it's kind of like an heirloom now. If you go ask the Vegeta in this timeline, he'll have his own version of the same exact thing. It's not gone, there's just two now."

Raditz looked between Bulla, her phone, and the patch of armor in stunned silence. Finally, he looked her in the eyes, "I'm trying to think of a reason you would lie about something like this."

The half-Saiyan shrugged, "I can't imagine a situation where a lie like this and the effort I would have to put into it would make any sense."

There was another pause, before the dark-haired man spoke up again, "So… what happens to me in the future?"

"Wow! Okay! That's a bit of a loaded question, isn't it?!" Bulla plopped back onto the bed, "Get comfortable, because this is a really long story…"

"Please Lord Beerus! I beg of you!"

Goku was bowing before the god; eyes squeezed shut as Beerus the Destroyer loomed over him, looking down at his student in disdain.

"Do not make me repeat myself, Saiyan. If I have to answer again, I won't hesitate to destroy you or your planet."

"Kakarot, would you give it up already?!" Vegeta chastised the younger man while standing next to Whis. Goku looked over his shoulder with a pout on his face.

"Vegeta, it's one cookie! All I want is one single teensy-weensy cookie. Chi Chi made dozens of them!"

Beerus flipped open another container filled with the treats and grinned, "Yes, and she made them all for me!" Whis loudly cleared his throat, "…and Whis, I suppose."

"But that's not fair! And I'm so hungry!"

Beerus growled, "You're always hungry, Goku! And selfish! You get to eat all the homemade cookies you want and now you want to steal mine?! The answer is no! Now go spar with Whis or get the hell out of here!"

Goku groaned and stood up, finally joining his mentor and fellow student in their training. The two got into their signature fighting stances.

"Thank you, Kakarot, for wasting everyone's time." Vegeta muttered to the other man. Goku stuck his tongue out in return, and the prince rolled his eyes, unsurprised by younger Saiyan's eternal immaturity.

Whis nodded, "Ready whenever you are."

Goku and Vegeta flew towards the angel, ready to attack with all of their base-level strength. As soon as they took off, they collapsed to the ground, having been stopped by Whis using only a single index finger to their foreheads.

His attention was drawn to the glowing orb of his scepter, "Hold on you two- looks like I'm getting a call!" the angel chirped as Vegeta growled to himself at the additional delay in training.

His attitude changed as soon as Whis began speaking, "Oh hi Bulma! I just saw you not that long ago! Miss us already?" The two Saiyans glanced at each other. This was certainly unusual. The last time Bulma had interrupted their training was when the Trunks from the future had arrived in the present.

Bulma's half-hearted laugh rang out from the staff, "Of course! But, um… do you think I could talk to Vegeta please? It's kind of an emergency…"

The prince was standing next to Whis in an instant, "What kind of emergency? What's the matter?"

The image of his wife that appeared in the orb turned her attention to him, forcing a smile on her face, "Oh, nothing is really the matter. I just kinda need you to be here. Now. Just you. No one else."

"Sheesh Bulma, do you really need alone time with Vegeta that badly? We were just about to start training," Goku chimed in.

"I didn't mean it in that way, Goku! It's about our daughter! I just don't need everyone in the multiverse butting in!" she screeched in response. Vegeta felt a wave of panic wash over him at the mention of Bulla. He silently stepped away from the group, putting two fingers to his forehead and feeling for his wife's ki. His time training on Yardrat had allowed him to hone his energy sensing abilities to the point where he could travel to Earth from Beerus' planet. However, getting to the god's world was still difficult and required the assistance of Whis, as divine energy was completely unique.

Within seconds, the Saiyan was standing in his home in front of his wife, whose true emotions were now on display.

"Your daughter is in so much trouble right now."

So spoilers for the current DBS manga: I don't know if Vegeta is going to learn instant transmission while on Yardrat, but in this story let's just say that he has learned it. :)

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