AN: I would like to inform everyone reading this that it is a fanfiction, which is why it is on .

Since it is a fanfic this means that I own NOTHING, except for the original ideas included herein. All credit for characters goes to Akira Toriama, a god among men. If anyone asks why any OOC moments happen it is because it is fanfic and, I am the author, and I say so, also i think Vegeta's mellowing would have continued. That said I will attempt to keep the characters as in character as I possibly can thank you for your consideration. Now on to the fic! Read and Review please! It had been a year since the evil known as Cell was purged from the world, and Earth was (relatively) peaceful. In the Capsule Corp. compound in West City the last full sayian was bored as hell. "God, since Kakarott died this mudball hasn't been any fun at all," the sayian prince deadpanned to himself. After Cell had died and his future son went home he hadn't had a single good spar. "Kakarott's brat is too lazy and my own isn't old enough yet," That was Bulma's opinion anyway, if he had HIS way the boy would have started training on his last birthday, when he had turned two. At least the woman was letting him train the boy starting on his fourth birthday. "After all," she confessed, "With Goku gone and Gohan not training at all we need SOMEONE to defend the planet." On an island far to the south a secondary character sneezed, "Huh, why do I feel vastly inferior all of a sudden?" Krillin asked no one in particular. "Does it matter?" his wife, the android #18 asked, pulling him back into the bedroom they shared. Vegeta stalked around the compound looking for something, anything, to do. He came across the kitchen area and saw his wife's mother cooking. She noticed him walk by and handed him an insanely large sandwich, wile smiling brightly. He nodded back at her in thanks and took off out of the door. He scarfed down the sandwich as he flew out to the nearby plateau where Bulma was once again recovering the dragonballs. He had to admit one thing about the constantly cheerful blonde, she made the best food he had ever tasted. Bulma was just finding the final dragonball, the four star ball to be exact, when her husband flew up to her, "Oh, hey Vegeta." she said "Need a lift back to the house?" he asked "Sure. Hey, whats wrong 'geta? You seem kind of off lately." "What do you expect?" He complained, "There's no one to spar with, I've maxed out the gravity machine and had you rebuild it to a higher capacity fifteen times in the past month alone. I'm about to go completely insane because i have accomplished NOTHING in the past year worth noting. I ca-" Bulma cut off his rant, "I know, honey, but there isn't always a world ending crisis to be training for or preventing. Sometimes you just have to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet." Vegeta relaxed visibly, "Look I'm sorry for all the trouble, is there anything you need?" "Well, not really, but that lift you offered earlier would be much appreciated, I bartered away my airplane for one of the dragonballs," She began to smirk, "and afterward maybe..." trailing off she implied things that would push the rating to M. The next day the prince of all sayians awoke to his woman shouting, "I have an idea! Wake up, Vegeta! Wake! UP!" His wonderfully intelligent reply of, "Huh?" was responded to with a sigh and the glorious words, "I think I know how to fix your boredom. meet me out back in twenty minutes." -20 minute timeskipVegeta walked out into the back yard of the compound and saw Bulma standing next to what looked like an over-sized version of a Frieza space pod, emblazoned with the capsule corp logo and the words 'to Namek' engraved on the landing gear. "It's the ship that the clown flew to Namek in," He stated, "What's the big deal? I've been in space before, that's not going to cure my boredom. In fact other than going to Namek my last space trip was made on life support, fleeing this rock after your friends almost KILLED me. Not a good memory." "Yes, yes, and the one before that was made with Nappa. But that's beside the point. I figured if we put in coordinates for random inhabited planets we could get you a few new places to train and maybe a new sparring partner," Bulma cut in.

His eye twitching from the mention of Nappa, he asked, "First of all how do you know the locations of inhabited planets? And second, can you make sure none of them are inhabited by any insectoid races?" "Well I went up to the lookout and asked Dende if he would ask Kaio-sama for some. He did and Kaio relayed me the coordinates. Then I set the ship to randomize the place it picked out of the coordinates. It will take you to three places and then bring you back here. Also, I suppose I could eliminate and bug planets, but only if you tell me why." His only reply was, "Goddammit Nappa," -A Day Later, IN SPACEVegeta woke up as the ship alerted him that he was five minutes away from landing in the surface of the first planet. He knew by the coordinates that it wasn't one he had 'visited' while under Frieza's employ. Although he never said so, he regretted working for that manipulative little bastard but he had little choice in the matter. he was brought out of his thoughts a short time later as his ship landed on the surface of the planet. A local took one look at him and charged, shouting, "DIE, MINION OF FRIEZA!" End Chapter 1