First of All, I am Vegeta Ch.22 (Patreon)

— Vegeta —

I walked around Capsule Corp with a small frown. Things had escalated insanely fast. 

My intention when coming to Earth was to make friends with the Z Fighters, and if not, fight them without forcing too much of a shift from canon, but nothing had gone how I had planned it. 

Raditz had gotten Launch pregnant and together they welcomed a new Half-Saiyan daughter, Raunch into the world. The Z-Fighters and my group of aliens have more or less learned to co-exist peacefully with one another. And most surprisingly, I not only managed to make Bulma my woman (as I had planned to), but I had even gone and got her pregnant. 

I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t expect her to get pregnant after the wild amounts of breeding sex we had, but when Tights shouted it in my face, everything clicked. 

This reality…my reality had changed. No longer am I some guy that took over Vegeta’s bodies and memories. I am Vegeta, in the blood. My choices are his but his choices are not mine. I’m in control and now I’m going to be a father. 

I took a calming sip of my Hetap, letting the nerves flow from my body. I had never been a father, not even in my last life, and I didn’t grow up with any good examples of what a good masculine figure should look like in a child’s life—but I’d be damned if I didn’t try my best.

“What’s got you so grouchy?” 

I side-eyed the blonde haired woman that was standing in the open lounge within Capsule Corp. Just like me, she was frowning. 

“Do you enjoy sticking your nose in everyone’s business?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. 

“Only when dumbasses play with my little sister’s heart.” Tights crossed her arms under her bust as she glared at me. 

“Play? Come on woman, both of us are far too old for games.” I raised an eyebrow. “Bulma got the wrong idea, how was that my fault?” 

Tight’s glare tightened at me but I remained unaffected. I do feel bad about not easing Bulma’s worries beforehand, but it isn’t my fault she had those worries in the first place. Bulma is a smart woman, one that (usually) thinks things through. Why am I to blame for her overthinking about my reaction to her pregnancy?

“You’re an inconsiderate asshole!” Tights shouted at me before huffing and walking off. As she left I took a sip of my Hetap and watched her go. She may be a bitch, but I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t attractive. It must be my Saiyan genes, because her feisty attitude only makes her more attractive.

“She has a nice ass, Vegeta!” 

I looked to my left to see Nappa’s hulking form standing just behind me. I wasn’t surprised by his appearance, I could sense his approach. 

“That she does, Nappa.” 

“Hey, Vegeta?!”

“What, Nappa?”

“You should tap that.”

“I’ll pass, Nappa.” 

“Ahhh, no more little Vegetas.” 

Nappa’s pout only worsened my mood because I’ve considered trying, but there were just some things in this world that couldn’t work, and one of them was Tights sharing a man with Bulma. That girl is way too defensive and protective of her little sister to ever sleep with the man who claimed her little sister’s heart, and even if she did sleep with me, it definitely wouldn’t be anything she’d consider long term. 

Though, that doesn’t mean I won’t try. 

“Maybe one day, Nappa.” I whispered only for Nappa to look at me like a child looking at a mountain of ice cream. 

“Really, Vegeta?!” 

“Maybe, Nappa.” 

“Yay!” Nappa threw his fist into the air and it was at that moment that I noticed his choice of dress. He was wearing formal clothing. Black shades, an white dress shirt, expensive black suit jacket with matching pants and an equally black tie. 

“Nappa, where did you get those…garments.” I raised an eyebrow. 

“Ooh, these, Vegeta?” He asked, puffing out the suit jacket. “I’m moving up in the world Vegeta, guess what I am!” 

“...What are you, Nappa?”

“I’m…a bad bitch!” 

“...What does that mean, Nappa?” 

“It means I’m a model!” He put his hand into the suit jacket pocket and pulled out a crumpled up magazine. On the cover of the Vogue magazine was Nappa wearing nothing but his underwear and boots, back turned facing the camera as he looked back with a smirk.

“...” I stared at the magazine for several moments in complete disbelief.

“I did what you said, Vegeta! I’m mingling with the normies.” 

“...G-Good job, Nappa.” I slid my hand across my face, trying to wake up from the nightmare I inflicted on myself. Nappa somehow became a famous and successful model within a month. At this point I’m done giving any fucks. 

“Thank you, Vegeta! Now I’m off to begin my acting career! Have fun making more mini Vegetas, Vegeta!” He waved before walking off as if he was on stage, strutting away and giving the passing Capsule Corp employees finger guns. The women blushed, the men awed and I was left standing in the middle of the lounge with nothing to say but four words.

“God damn it, Nappa.” 

— Goku (One Week Later)  —

“Ha!” Goku shouted, throwing out a punch aimed at the chest shorter Saiyan who blocked it with his arms in an ‘X.’ 

“Is that all you’ve got, Kakarot?!” 

“Heh, I’m just getting started!” Goku grinned. “Kaioken, times, three!” Red aura exploded from him and he completely overwhelmed Vegeta with his newfound speed. His knee connected with Vegeta’s gut, making the older Saiyan drop to his knees in defeat, all the while Goku stood above him, his aura danced around before he dropped the Kaioken. 

“...F-Fuck, you.” Vegeta wheezed out as he pushed himself back up his feet. Goku stood there laughing while rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

“You asked me if that was all I got, so I thought I’d pick up the pace a bit, hehe!” 

Vegeta just glared at him, making Goku’s laugh grow a bit more nervous. He knew Vegeta wasn’t actually mad at him, he was just upset about their levels of power. 

Right now it was just him and Vegeta in the gravity room within the Spaceship. Vegeta had realized a week back that the rest were holding them back so they decided to do more training later in the night once everyone was done with it. 

At the moment they’re sitting at 100x Earth’s gravity, and they can handle it with relative ease. 

In their base forms, Vegeta is a bit stronger, though Goku doesn’t know just how much yet. Bulma’s in the process of attempting to upgrade the Saiyans’ old scouters, but until then they don’t actually know how strong everyone is. 

While Vegeta is stronger in their base forms, he has no way of increasing his power beyond that. Unlike Goku who can enter up to Kaioken times ten at the moment, putting him as the Strongest Saiyan. 

Vegeta losing that title birthed a lot of bitterness within him, but he tried his best to keep it locked into his chest, to use it as fuel to work harder, and if there was one thing Goku could respect, it was determination and discipline to keep working no matter how hard things get. Also chefs, all of them get respect for learning how to make food taste even better.

Truly, the most important profession in the Universe. 

Vegeta let out a grunt as he clutched his stomach, then a moment later his aura exploded out violently. 

“Bring it on, Kakarot!” 

Goku smirked and dropped into his stance. “Let’s go, Vegeta!” 

“Ha!” The Saiyan Prince roared, charging forward and throwing a quick jab at Goku’s head. The younger saiyan blocked it, his smirk still in place as he threw his own counter. There was nothing in this world funner than fighting Vegeta, someone who was on his level that could push him to the edge! 

If Vegeta knew how to use the Kaioken, fighting him would be even more amazing! 

A fist collided with Goku’s cheek, making him step back and touch where the blow connected. 

“Focus on the fight!” Vegeta glared as he clenched his fist, his muscles rippling with power. “And give me your all!” 

“Right then!” Just as Goku was about to power up again, Vegeta’s head snapped away to look at the wall of the ship and his aura vanished. “...Are you alright, Vegeta?” Goku asked in confusion, his own aura dissipated slowly. 

“No.” Vegeta said, his face hardening into a deep scowl. Goku remained confused for a few more seconds before his senses began screaming. 

Five new power levels were growing closer to Earth by the second. 

“Vegeta, is that-”

“It’s not Freeza.” Vegeta shook his head. “Not even close.” 

Goku let out a breath of relief for two reasons. One, he didn’t think he was ready for Freeza yet, and two, the new arrivals power was pretty…low. The strongest of them wasn’t even as strong as Vegeta was when he first arrived on Earth. To put it in the nicest way, Gohan could take on all of them at the same time if they weren’t hiding their power levels. 

“I’ll handle them.” Vegeta put two fingers to his head, and just as Goku reached out, wanting to hitch a ride to the action, Vegeta vanished. 

Goku pouted at where Vegeta had just been standing. He really needed to learn that technique. 

— Chapter End —

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Author’s Note: Moving the plot along while simultaneously trying to figure out how to keep shit relatively tame for now. 

Power Levels

Vegeta: 205k

Goku/Kakarot: 180k

Nappa: 150k

Raditz: 125k

Piccolo:120k

Turles: 120k

Gohan: 115k / 345k (w/rage)

Of course, all the Power Levels fluctuate depending on what ki attacks they’re using and all of that. Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz all would be boosted more with their ki attacks as well, thanks to their training on Yardrat and their progression in ki mastery.