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::Chapter 3::

The Best of Intentions

Trunks cast a little hidden glare in Kale's direction as they all sat down
to breakfast, several weeks later. The Saiyan sat right next to Vegeta,
practically up his ass, Trunks noted with some measure of disdain. And what was
more, his father gave no inclination of pushing him away, as he had done so
many times to his own son in the lavender-haired boy's tender youth.
It was driving Trunks insane.
Vegeta had never been the sentimental, loving parent type, it was true. And
Trunks had never felt anything close to overwhelming affection coming from his
father. The surly Saiyan Prince certainly did not show nearly as much of an
attachment to him as he showed for Bra. But Trunks had always been secure in
the knowledge that he was his father's only male child. His only heir, so to
speak, which somehow made him feel special. Yet now that position was being
dangerously threatened.
Vegeta had a true Saiyan male to look up to him now. Kale followed Vegeta
around like a lost little puppy. They trained together, ate together, talked
about the past together, practically spent every waking hour in each other's
company. Trunks was surprised Kale hadn't managed to wheedle his way into his
parent's bedroom to sleep with Vegeta at night too!
Well, then again, perhaps not.
But now it seemed as though Vegeta had gotten the son he'd always wanted. A
Saiyan son. The Prince had never kept it a secret that he didn't consider
Trunks to be a true Saiyan, what with his maternal grandfather's lavender hair
and his mother's blue eyes. Now it didn't matter to Vegeta that Trunks didn't
train as much as his father would have liked, wasn't as strong as he'd been all
those years ago in the fight against Majin Buu. Wasn't nearly as strong as his
future self, for whom his father had nearly killed himself to avenge in the
fight against Cell. Now Vegeta had someone else to train, to teach, someone
more worth his time. Kale.
But Vegeta was HIS father, dammit! Didn't that count for something?! Could
Trunks help but feel jealous? He was slowly but surely being replaced. It
wasn't a pleasant feeling at all.
Trunks continued to sulk, shoveling in his plate of eggs, bacon, ham,
sausage, pancakes, waffles, toast and biscuits, unwittingly trying to out-eat
Kale, who was packing his food away just as voraciously. Trunks never noticed
the pair of dark eyes that watched him, soft with sympathy, feeling his pain
just as suredly as if it were her own.
Pan sighed, gently pushing around a lump of sausage around on her plate.
Poor Trunks. She saw what Kale's presence was doing to him, even if no one else
did. She wished she could help him somehow, but just short of killing Kale, she
didn't see any way to do it. The feisty Quarter-Saiyan cast a narrowed glare in
his direction, her fists clenching. If she wasn't afraid of what her father and
Vegeta would do if she did kill him, she just might have done it, to make
Trunks happy again.
Bra suddenly got up from the table.
"I'm gonna go get ready, Pan. Hurry up and finish eating so we can
go." She started up the stairs. "I don't want to miss that two for
one special."
Pan just rolled her eyes. Bra loved to shop, she loved to fight. Who would
ever have thought the two of them would be best friends?
Soon after Vegeta got to his feet. The tension in the room was thick and
heavy as Kale got up and followed the older Saiyan out. Trunks' narrowed eyes
followed them, then he got to his feet and stormed out in the other direction.
Pan hesitated, glancing toward Bulma, who nodded slightly. So she got to her
feet and went after him.
She found Trunks in his room, since he was still grounded. She crept up to
the open door-way, then jerked when the moody Prince threw a punch at the wall,
easily cratering it.
"Why don't you go outside and hit the real thing?" she asked. He
whirled, then sighed upon seeing her. He just shook his head, however, moping
over to his bed and throwing himself down into it. "It's much more
fun," she encouraged, wringing a half smirk from him.
"It wouldn't do any good, Panny," he heaved. Pan had to contain a
shiver. She absolutely hated that nickname, except for when it came from him.
"My father doesn't care if I live or die," he spat. Trunks threw his
arms over his eyes, kicking at the blankets that threatened to hamper his legs.
"Why waste your time with the useless, lazy half-breed when you've got the
real thing?"
"Well why don't you get up and do something about it instead of laying
up here moping and feeling sorry for yourself?" she demanded staunchly,
hands on her hips.
"Why don't you mind your own damn business and stay out of mine?"
he snapped back, suddenly pulling his arms away, scowling.
"Well geez, I was just trying to help, you ungrateful brat," she
announced angrily, her mother's temper flaring.
"Look who's talking, baby-doll," he drawled, a cruel twist coming
to his lips. "Run along now and go play, Panny. I'm sure my sister needs
an extra little puppy play-mate for her stuffed-animal tea party."
"I'm not little, and I'm not a puppy!" she snarled angrily, fists
clenching at her sides. "I'm sixteen years old, in case you haven't
noticed, oh High and Mighty. I grew up a long time ago."
"Oh right. You were a puppy, but you're all grown up now. So now I
guess that makes you a full-blown bitch."
Pan gasped, feeling as if he'd just hit her. She couldn't think of anything
to retort with, so just spun on her heel and slammed his door shut, shattering
the frame and cracking the glass of his mirror with the sheer force.
Bulma watched silently as Bra and Pan left, the latter scowling heavily and
clenching her fists as if dying to punch someone's lights out. Her gaze drifted
toward the stairway, where her son's room lay, and she suspected she had a very
good idea who it was that young Pan Son desired to deck. Bulma sighed, nodding
slightly to something clueless her mother was saying. Finally she got to her
feet and made her way toward her son's bedroom.
She found Trunks sprawled onto his bed on his back, his arms thrown over his
eyes. Her gaze took in the cratered wall, shattered door frame, cracked mirror
and overall disheveled and messy room with a slight roll of her eyes.
"Hey you," she called as she stepped in, closing the door behind
her. He lifted an arm to see who it was, then dropped it back over his face.
"Go away, Mom," he pleaded. "I don't feel like having one of
those heart-to-heart chats right now."
The underlining of pain in his growling voice, almost near-tears, assured
Bulma that she was doing nothing of the sort. She came farther into the room
and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Sit up and tell me what's wrong, Trunks," she demanded in her
best wheedling, "I'm not leaving you alone until you tell me what I want
to hear," motherly voice. He groaned.
"Nothing is wrong, now just go away!" She snorted.
"And you expect me to believe that? I am the smartest woman on the
planet you know, not to mention being your mother. We mothers tend to have a
sixth sense about this sort of thing. Now get up."
Trunks finally relented, sitting up with a sigh. He scowled down at the
floor from his perch on his bed, right beside her. He had drawn one of his legs
up to his chest, out of habit, wrapping his arms around the ankle to hold it in
place. Bulma could only stare for a moment, marveling on how much he looked
like his father at that moment, with that unrelenting glower on his face. Bulma
finally sighed, reaching out and smoothing a lock of lavender hair behind his
ear.
"What's wrong, sweet heart?" He dropped his chin down onto his
drawn-up knee and shrugged.
"Nothing, really," he mumbled. "It's just that . . . ."
He stalled, his eyes drifting toward his window, which had a clear view of the
AGTC. Bulma followed his gaze, and suddenly things began to make sense.
"It's just that you're jealous of all the attention Kale's been getting
from your father, hm-m?" she finished for him, eyebrow quirked.
"I'm not jealous," he shot back testily, giving her a sulky look.
He glared at the floor, then let loose. "It's just that I want to know how
in the hell he can be so affectionate to a complete stranger, but he won't have
anything to do with his own son!" Trunks motioned angrily with his arm.
"When I was a kid, I was lucky to get him to call me by my name instead of
'the half-breed Brat!'"
The bitterness bottled up inside of him startled Bulma.
"And now this no-account nobody crash-lands out of nowhere," he
continued, "and I find myself slowly but surely being replaced!"
"Oh, Trunks!" Bulma cried, watching as he shot to his feet.
"Kale's not replacing you, honey. Surely you know that. Your father loves
you very much, even though he's not exactly the best at showing it---,"
Oh please," he sneered. "It's no well-kept secret that I was the
Big Mistake around here when I was conceived." Trunks shook his head
bitterly, whirling away. "What a joke. I bet the only reason he didn't
kill me at birth was because he was afraid that Goku would have beat the piss
out of him for it."
"Kill you at birth?! My Dende, Trunks, you're his SON," Bulma
cried, aghast that he could think Vegeta capable of such a thing.
"Yeah, well, tell that to HIM sometime, Mom," Trunks spat,
"because I think someone forgot to give him the memo."
"Why don't you go and talk to him?"
"Why bother?" he shot back. "I'll never be HIM, mother! I
can't! Not in his eyes!"
"Be who, Trunks?" Bulma questioned softly, her heart squeezing
painfully. The teen motioned angrily with his arms.
"My-my FUTURE self! Who else!" Bulma could only watch as Trunks
paced the floor, stunned beyond all belief. "All my life I've been living
in my own shadow! How creepy and ironic is that? And no matter what I do or how
hard I try, I'll never stack up to him, Mom!" Trunks shook his head, blue
eyes pained. "When Dad looks at me he sees the other one, and how much I
don't rate. And if that's not bad enough, now I've got this other guy who's
pushing me completely out of the picture, so Dad doesn't have to be bothered
with the purple-haired half-breed anymore." Trunks plopped back down onto
his bed.
Bulma was completely blown away by just how insecure Trunks was as far as
his father was concerned. Thanks, in part, to his stubborn sire's pride and
reluctance to deal with some of the more "embarrassing" emotions that
involved parenting. She could only wrap her arms around the boy and hold him.
"I'll talk to your father tonight, Trunks. But in the meantime,"
she sat up and gave him a look. "I want you to get out of this house, go
find Goten and cause some trouble. Wreak some havoc. Give the Orange Star City
Police something to do with their time besides chow down on doughnuts."
Trunks' eyebrows raised, stunned.
"Mom?"
"You're going stir crazy in here, and I've learned well enough with
your father that THAT is definitely not a good thing when you've got Saiyan
blood running through your veins." She tilted her head toward the smashed
wall. "Go, if only for the structural integrity's sake." He opened
his mouth but Bulma spoke before he could. "And yes, this means you're no
longer grounded."
Trunks' expression brightened considerably. Moments later he was gone and
Bulma sighed, making her way back to her workroom. Vegeta was in for a stern
talking-to tonight when he came to bed.

~~*~~

Kale lay in bed in his "guest-room," his arms tucked behind his
head as he stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought. The room was darkened for
sleep, and he was dressed for it as well, in a pair of loose garments the
humans called boxer briefs. Kale heaved a sigh, the tip of his tail rising and
falling slowly beside his muscled leg as he deliberated on the dilemma before
him. In these past few months, he had been coming to grips with the fact that
his race was all but extinct. His people, his family, his comrades; everyone
was gone. All except for himself, his Prince and a low-class. If left to this,
they would slowly but surely breed themselves out. The humans were many, the
Saiyan few. And he was the only Saiyan left completely intact.
Kale winced, his tail curling itself around his thigh in reaction to his
distress at the mere thought. The disgrace was nearly unbearable, he couldn't
see how Vegeta had managed to survive this long incomplete. Without their
tails, they were no better than humans. There must be something he could do to
help. He had so much to repay. Free room, free food, free training. Kale scowled.
He was not one to take without proper payment. He chewed at his lip, thinking,
then abruptly stiffened.
Of coarse! That was it! The Dragon Balls! He could make wishes with the
Dragon Balls! Filled with purpose, Kale shot to his feet. His sharp eyes seeing
easily in the dark, he retrieved the bottom half of his black battle suit
(which he used to train in). He paused, searching out the other ki signatures
in the house using the technique Vegeta had taught him.
The Prince himself was in the vicinity of his sleeping quarters, his mate
with him, and both signatures were rising and falling dramatically. Kale
smirked, shaking his head. But then, if that Bulma woman were his mate, he
would no doubt put her to just as much pleasurable use as his Prince was frequently
wont to do. The Princess was fast asleep in her rooms, and Bulma's parents were
the same. The young Prince was not home, and was not expected until much later.
All were safely abed or otherwise occupied. Perfect. Kale had the suspicions
that his Prince and the others would object at first to his ideas, so he had to
prevent them from finding out about them until it was too late. Kale had every
faith that they would come around to his way of thinking eventually, however.
With this in mind, he crept out of his room and down the hall, heading
toward the room where Vegeta's mate spent most of her time. He'd heard it told
that she possessed a device that could tell a body where the Dragon Balls were
located; a Dragon Ball Radar. He would need this device if he was to find them
with any semblance of speed.
As silent as death, Kale made his way into the unlocked, vault-like room and
began rummaging around in the many cabinets and drawers, careful to keep his ki
level low enough so as to not arouse Vegeta's suspicion. Although, the man was
likely to be far too preoccupied at the moment to care about anyone's ki level.
Kale would chalk it up to his good fortune if it weren't for the fact that it
was more likely that Vegeta and his female were mating than not. They were like
a pair of Gormenyan Tuskars, or Earthling rabbits, it was no small wonder that
they only had two offspring.
Kale opened a drawer and paused as his sharp eyes detected a circular
object, the glass surface a dark green color with a lighter yellow grid
stretched across it's front. He reached for it and carefully picked it up, then
clicked the top button. There was a faint beep, then all of a sudden three
different dots began bleeping in different spots. Kale grinned, then pressed
the button again. There was a sense of the grid panning back, and then there
were five dots. One more click showed the location of all seven.
Perfect.
Kale quickly shut the drawer and then exited the room, making his way
outside. He paused as he sensed the young Prince's ki signature approaching. He
melted back into the shadows, forcing his ki level down dramatically to be
over-looked. From the darkness, Kale watched as a shiny red machine the humans
called a car came roaring up the drive and pull to a stop near the front
entrance. The lavender-haired half-breed got out, then made the thing poof back
into it's tiny capsule. The male sighed and glanced up at the night sky for a
moment before turning and entering the house.
Kale loosened himself with a thankful sigh, then took off in a run. He
needed to get far enough away so that his take off wouldn't arouse any
attention. Once this was achieved he shot off into the night sky. Kale checked
his radar, then sped up in the right direction, grin on his face.
Several hours later, just before dawn, Kale set the seventh dragon ball down
in the circular pattern that Vegeta had described. He waited patiently, and
gasped as they began to glow. There was a brilliant flash as the sky around him
darkened unnaturally, and then in a burst of magical flame, an enormous figure
shot up and away from the now white-gold orbs. It continued up and up and out
and out, twisting and writhing like a snake. Mouth agape, Kale watched as the
mass of energy solidified into an enormous dragon. The red eyes glinted down at
him from unimaginable heights.
"Speak mortal," it suddenly boomed, "I grant you three
wishes, and if they are in my power to devise, you shall have them."
"I wish for the next two wishes I make to be irrevocable."
"Done." Kale smirked, then swallowed.
"I wish for Earth's moon to be restored."
"Done."
Kale glanced up into the night sky and saw the half-sliver of the moon,
which seemed to now have a protective shielding around it. Kale nodded in
satisfaction, then braced himself.
"I wish for any being with Saiyan blood on this planet to be restored
to completion."
The dragon paused, and would have quirked an eyebrow, if it had one.
"Are you sure?" it suddenly questioned slowly. Kale scowled.
"Of coarse I'm sure!" The dragon shrugged.
"Done."

~~*~~

Vegeta smirked smugly as his mate cuddled down beside him, already drifting
off to an exhausted sleep. He really did outdo himself sometimes. The Saiyan
prince frowned slightly, though, as he realized that the woman had never gotten
around to discussing with him what she had originally intended. After she had
begun to rail into him with his foot barely stuck in the door, Vegeta had
devised to shift her attention to other, far more pleasurable things besides
talking.
He sighed, annoyed, as he realized that what she had to say was probably
important(at least to her). Bulma would rail even more at him in the morning
for having made her forget, which was not something he relished. While his mate
was undoubtedly the most beautiful, intelligent female on the planet, she also
had the most annoying voice when it suited her.
Vegeta reached over to shake Bulma awake once more, then jerked when he felt
a frighteningly large surge of power off in the distance. He whirled to stare
out of the window as the brightening sky abruptly went black. His heart in his
throat, Vegeta sensed out the ki in the compound and then swore viciously when
he felt Kale gone.
His snarl and the jostling of the bed as he shot to his feet caused Bulma to
come awake.
"What is it, Vegeta?" she mumbled sleepily.
He grabbed for his pants, jerking them on and watching with a sinking
feeling as the Earth's moon abruptly flashed back into existence.
"All hell is just about to break loose, that's what!" he snapped.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a fiery, un-ending agony lit up
in the small of his back. With a scream Vegeta crumpled to the ground, curling
into a fetal position on instinct as every muscle in his back side clenched and
spasmed in protest. His own scream of pain echoed eerily with two others and
they continued for several moments, until the spasming finally subsided.
"Vegeta! Vegeta what's wrong?!"
Very slowly Vegeta loosened himself and raised his head, his whole body
shaking with the after-effects of what had just happened. Bulma was kneeling
now at his side, cool hands on his face, her own a mask of fright and concern
as she stared down at him.
Suddenly there was a twitching movement to the side, and both turned to see
what it was. Bulma gasped and Vegeta stared hard at the deep brown, nearly
black furry appendage that sprouted out gracefully from the small of his back,
shifting and twitching with a restless energy even as they watched.
"Oh my Dende," Bulma breathed. Both jerked again as a wailing, clearly
frightened,
"Daddy!" split the silence.
His own pain forgotten, Vegeta shot back to his feet and then wobbled
unsteadily for several seconds, struggling to recover from this sudden change
of perspective. With a scowl, he forced himself to remember how to move, his
tail thrashing in his wake to keep balance. Then Vegeta took off through the
house like a madman, until he reached his baby girl's bedroom. He shouldered
the door open with a crash and stumbled inside. Bra lay crumpled on the floor
next to her bed, sobbing, a pale aqua-green tail curled around her leg.
Vegeta didn't hesitate, reaching out and scooping her up. Bra clung to him,
her whole frame shaking as she began to sob harder.
"It hurt so bad Daddy! I don't understand! What's happening!?"
Vegeta turned slightly as the sound of others crowding around the door
caught his attention. Bulma stood in a robe, her mother near-by in similar
dress, her father supporting a pale and shaky Trunks, who's own dark brown tail
thrashed behind his legs.
Vegeta quickly gave the boy a once over, assuring himself that his son was
okay, then turned and carefully sat Bra on her bed. He knew the girl wouldn't
be able to balance herself yet. He forced himself to keep his fury in tight
rein as he watched her cry, practically in hysterics, though he only managed it
by mere inches.
"What's going on Vegeta?" Bulma demanded. "Why did this
happen?"
"Didn't you notice the black sky?" he asked harshly. "The
dragon was summoned! The Dragon Balls! And guess who gathered them!"
"Kale?" Trunks questioned as his grandfather helped him down
beside his sister. Vegeta sneered.
"But why?" Bulma continued. Vegeta's black scowl deepened as he
sensed the Saiyan in question returning.
"I'm about to find out."
With that he shoved open Bra's window and launched himself from it. They
heard a startled yell, several ki blasts being fired and then a loud thump.
Bulma, Dr. Briefs and his wife helped Bra and Trunks wobble outside so they
could find out what had happened. There they found a slightly battered and
bleeding Kale laying beneath an enraged Vegeta, who stood with one foot planted
on the fallen's chest and a deadly blue-white ki-ball in his fist, positioned
to fire right in front of the terrified Saiyan's face.
"Best you start explaining yourself, boy, and right quickly before I
loose my patience," the prince snarled, lip curling with abject fury.

~~*~~

"What do you mean irrevocable?!" Bra screeched. "How am I
supposed to go to school like THIS?!"
"Screw that, how're we supposed to walk straight?" Goten followed
up as he wobbled and then barely caught himself on a near by table.
Now at noon the following day, all of the effected persons had gathered at
Capsule Corporation to make sense of what had happened. Those individuals included
Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, Trunks, Bra, Goten and Pan. All of them had regrown their
tails. Vegeta had fully recovered, having lived most of his life with his tail
rather than without. Goku and Gohan, who had lived long enough with a tail to
remember how it felt, were just now beginning to recover a semblance of their
grace. The other four, however, (who had had their tails removed at birth),
still couldn't stand up without wobbling and, in a sense, would have to learn
how to walk all over again.
Kale glowered up at the ring of enraged Saiyans and demi Saiyans, holding a
cool rag up to his slightly bloody, very bruised face.
"I was only trying to help---,"
"You ever THINK of ASKING us if we WANTED you're HELP?" Trunks
roared angrily.
"I didn't think it was necessary!" Kale shot back, stubborn lift
to his chin. "Any TRUE Saiyan would THANK me for having restored their
pride. I was only trying to repay you for your hospitality," he finished
in a spitting whisper.
"Enough," Vegeta finally growled before Trunks could respond.
After his initial loss of temper, the Prince had gained a cool and aloof air
about the whole ordeal. "What's done is done. Instead of arguing about
what we cannot change, we should discuss what must be altered here-on-out."
Vegeta sighed, his arms crossed, and began to pace in front of his audience of
Saiyans. "Without your tails, you have been allowed to carry out a . . .
HUMAN sort of life, without having to deal with the consequences of possessing
Saiyan blood in your veins. However, now that your tails have been restored,
along with the moon, all of that is about to change."
Vegeta sighed, sour look on his face.
"The most obvious is the full moon. Only Kale and I know how to control
Oozaru, and until I can teach you, do NOT look up at the full moon. The next
phase shouldn't start for another few days or so, so we'll deal with that when
the time comes. I'm not sure yet if the Blue Moon will have any effects."
"Blue Moon?" Gohan questioned, expression confused. "Isn't
that like a harvest moon or something?" Vegeta, however, shook his head.
"The moon of Vegetasei, our home planet, was known as Undara Erose, the
Blue Moon."
"Wasn't it destroyed?" Gohan continued, which won him an annoyed
frown for having interrupted the surly Saiyan Prince.
"The PLANET was destroyed, not the Moon. It still resides, and we may
still feel it's effects. But if I remember correctly, it only reached it's full
phase once every eight years. That time was very celebrated, too, a . . .
festival of sorts. It was known as Erosa-Kalieltana." Vegeta grimaced.
"The Mating Moon."
"Mating Moon?"
"Mating season," Kale suddenly inserted, a wicked gleam in his
eyes as if to say, "now THOSE were the days."
"On Vegetasei I was still a child, so did not take part in such
customs," Vegeta continued with a dark scowl off in the distance.
"However, as I remember it, no mature Saiyan, male or female, could refuse
the pull of the Blue Moon. It was one of several fail-safes our race developed
to ensure it's continuity. Our Ancestors weren't exactly the most intelligent
of creatures. Some of us haven't evolved much since then," he added with a
pointed look toward Goku, who returned his stare blankly.
"What?" the spike-haired goof demanded, blinking. "What'd I
do?"
"Nevermind," Vegeta heaved with a sigh, while some of the others
chuckled. "There are some other things that we also must discuss. For the
females," Vegeta suddenly proclaimed, turning to look at Bra and Pan.
"Your monthly cycles will become a lot more violent here on out. It's best
you warn everyone when you start," he admonished, causing Pan to blush and
Bra to glance away, then slowly raise her hand. Vegeta sighed and acknowledged
this with a nod, then abruptly frowned.
"Have I forgotten something?" Kale glanced up at him, then over to
Trunks.
"The Madness."
Vegeta snorted.
"That is not a problem." Kale shrugged, but neither Saiyan whetted
the others' curiosity.
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Saiyan Instinct

::Chapter 3::

The Best of Intentions