This post is part of the series The Intermediate Years: Nasu
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Plot, or Lack Thereof: Vegeta meets Yet Another Childhood Friend when she drops in with a few “friends” of her own.
Reason for Banishment: Weak characterization, borderline self-insert. In the process of being rewritten into For Want.
Vegeta swerved left to avoid the energy blast aimed at him and succeeded by the merest of margins, skidding along the ground and churning up a trail of dust. The blast left a trail of its own, one of scorched grass, as it arched around and headed for Vegeta again. This time, Vegeta stood his ground and blocked the energy blast, leaving a sizable crater in the ground.
Oh, boy. He thought, looking at the damage he caused. Bulma is going to have a fit when she sees this.
Every day, Kakarot would come to the Capsule Corporation to spar, and every day the two would tear up the lawn trying to kill each other. Bulma was, of course, not too happy about their destructiveness, and yelled at them whenever they fought outside. Vegeta always ignored her pleas and threats, since she always replaced the lawn and never laid on finger on him. Besides, fighting in the gravity room was no fun: they had little freedom of movement, and could not go more than Super Saiyan level one. (Not that they needed to go beyond that, of course. Still, if the fighting got too rough they ran the risk of blowing up the gravity room. And since the tournament was just a year away, they trained and fought extra hard. So they decided to spar outside.)
Today, both began the battle as Super Saiyan and it soon became so intense that Bulma shooed them into the more spacious back yard so that they would not damage any buildings by accident. Vegeta always enjoyed fighting Kakarot, but today’s match was especially invigorating because he had finally managed to near Kakarot’s fighting strength. Soon, he was certain, he would be able to maintain Super Saiyan Level Three long enough to defeat Kakarot.
Out of the corner of his eye, Vegeta saw two people fly towards the house.
Trunks is home from school already? He was surprised at how quickly the time passed: Kakarot had arrived soon after lunch. The next time there was a break in the fighting, Vegeta darted another quick glance at the two (who had now landed) and discovered that Trunks’ companion was not Goten. Before he could determine who it was, though, Kakarot charged at him again, forcing him to direct his attention back to their fight.
The girl stared at what was left of the lawn. “What happened here?”
“My father,” Trunks replied. “And Goten’s.” He shook his head. “They do this every day.”
The girl’s eyes widened. “Really?” Trunks nodded. The girl looked at the lawn again.
“My God, every day?” she whispered, gaping.
“And they’re still at it, too,” Trunks added, peeking around the corner to the back yard. The girl followed his gaze.
“Hey, wait!” Trunks called when the girl began running towards the back yard. “You’ll get hurt!” The girl ignored him. Trunks hesitated for a while, then chased after her.
“V-Vegeta?” Upon hearing his name being called, Vegeta froze.
That voice. He turned, and his eyes confirmed what his ears and his heart already knew.
“Nasu,” The corner of his mouth lifted. “I knew it was too good to be true when they told me you were dead.”
Nasu also smiled. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” Her expression grew serious again as she looked at the others. “It’s been a long time.”
“Not long enough,” Vegeta answered.
Nasu pretended to look hurt. “Vegeta, don’t you like me anymore?” Vegeta glared at her.
“Excuse me, but…” Goku interjected, bewildered, “what’s going on?”
Nasu looked at him and smiled again. “Kakarot, you haven’t changed a bit.”
Goku’s expression hardened at once. “My name is Son Goku.”
“Whatever,” Nasu shrugged.
Bulma looked at her watch, and wondered why Trunks hadn’t come home yet.
“Am I worrying too much?” She asked herself. Trunks was almost an adult now: he had changed quite a bit since the spoiled, naughty boy of eight. Still, this Trunks was not the quiet, serious young man his counterpart from the future was. Then again, that Trunks came from a bleak world where all of the warriors had died.
(Maybe she was worrying too much; after all, Trunks was a mere ten minutes late. She was sure that he was already on his way home, but was talking with Goten and lost track of the time.)
Bulma looked out the sliding glass door and saw Trunks in the back yard.
What in the world is he doing, just standing out there?
She walked to the door and opened it.
“Trunks!” She called at the top of her lungs; Trunks didn’t move. Bulma ran towards him. “Trunks!” She called again. She stopped short when she saw the girl and found herself staring alternatively between the girl’s armor and her tail. She fought back a wave of panic.
Stay calm! Not all Saiyans are bad. Bulma told herself, still unable to wrest her eyes away from the girl. Not all aliens in armor mean bad news.
It was Trunks who finally broke the awkward silence.
“Mother,” he said, gesturing to the girl, “this is Nasu.”
“Mother?” Nasu repeated. The expression on her face was one of astonishment, then jealousy, then awe. She walked towards Bulma and held out her hand. Cautiously, Bulma offered her own; Nasu took it and shook warmly. Sensing the tenseness in Bulma’s hand, Nasu let go of her hand and stepped back. “I suppose this isn’t the first time you’ve seen a Saiyan.” She guessed.
“That’s right,” Bulma replied.
Nasu winced. “Well, my reputation has apparently gotten ahead of me.” She gestured towards Vegeta.
“What are you looking at me for?” He demanded. “I thought you were dead.”
“I am definitely not a ghost.” Nasu reassured him.
“A ghost would not be half as frightening.” Vegeta retorted.
“All right.” Nasu sighed. “I can take a hint: I’m not welcome here.”
“Damn right you aren’t.” He crossed his arms for emphasis.
“Vegeta!” Goku admonished.
“It’s all right, Kakarot.” Nasu smirk. “I’ll just come back to annoy him later.” She lifted herself into the air. “See you later!” She called cheerfully, disappearing into the horizon.
“Who was that girl, anyway?” Kakarot asked, still looking in the direction that Nasu had gone.
“Someone that dared to interrupt our fight.” Vegeta replied, dropping into a defensive crouch. “Now, where were we?”
“Oh, no you don’t!” Bulma put her hands on her hips. “You’ve done enough damage for one day.” She turned to Kakarot. “Chi-Chi called me today; she wanted me to remind you that Gohan was coming by around dinner, and to come home early.”
“Oh! That’s right!” Kakarot hit himself in the head. He looked at Vegeta with a sheepish grin. “Sorry, Vegeta. We’ll have to continue our fight tomorrow.”
“Great.” Vegeta mumbled after Kakarot left. “Now what am I supposed to do?”
“Go inside and take a shower,” Bulma replied. With some reluctance, Vegeta walked towards the house, grumbling and grouching all the way. Bulma looked at her son. “You too, Trunks. Inside.” Trunks obeyed without a word.
“So, just who was that girl?” Bulma asked Vegeta after he got out of the shower.
“My worst nightmare,” he answered.
Bulma raised an eyebrow. “Could you be a little more specific?”
“She was,” Vegeta closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “The daughter of some high classed warrior. Orphaned at birth. Lived in the palace.”
“Was she royalty?”
“I don’t know.” Vegeta frowned. “But she was definitely a royal pain in the ass.”
“Towards you, maybe.” Bulma remembered the way Nasu and Vegeta bickered: just like children. “But she was pretty civil to me.”
Vegeta scoffed. “That’s because I was there and I would have killed her if she even tried to do anything to you.”
No, she was genuinely respectful. Bulma thought to herself.
“She was a nuisance everywhere,” Vegeta added. “Questioned authority; poked her little nose around where she shouldn’t have; got into shitloads of trouble.” He counted off on his fingers. “And gave me no respect whatsoever.”
“Respect has to be earned, you know.” Bulma pointed out.
Vegeta glared at her. “That’s exactly what she would say!” He accused, as if Bulma had taken Nasu’s side. “She also used to say,” he mimicked the annoying, sing-song voice Nasu used whenever she insulted him, “‘If you stick your nose too high in the air, Your Majesty, you won’t be able to see where you’re going.'” Bulma began to laugh. “What’s so funny?”
“Sorry,” Bulma managed to say between giggles. “It’s just that—” for twenty-odd years she had endured (well, not always) Vegeta’s verbal abuse; she found it hilarious that he, too, had once been a victim. “Ahem,” she finally stopped laughing. “Sorry.”
“Hmph,” Vegeta turned away.
What a beautiful planet, Nasu thought as she flew, taking careful calculations along the way. There were over 5 billion earthlings on Earth (that was what this planet was called by its natives), and almost all of them had negligible power levels. Besides Vegeta, Kakarot, and their sons, there were about ten others who, although not as strong as Vegeta or Kakarot, were no doubt stronger than the average native. Some of them were even more powerful than she was, and even if none of them were Vegeta’s or Kakarot’s allies, they would certainly come to the defense of their home. Her plan had always included that contingency, but now it seemed she would need to rework it even further.
After finishing her tour of the planet, Nasu landed near a lake she had come across earlier, sat down, leaned against one of the trees, and thought about what happened today.
I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised that both Vegeta and Kakarot became Super Saiyans; even back then I could tell that both of them had the potential to become great warriors. She remembered the shock that had been on Vegeta’s face. Was he surprised that I was alive? Or that I was so young? She was told that, in the ten years that she had been in outer space, many more years had passed on earth. How long has it been? She wondered. Twenty years? Thirty? She thought about Goten, who didn’t seem much older than she was, and concluded that at least thirty years must have passed since she cradled Kakarot in her arms. She was sure she had felt her heart leap when she saw Goten, like the day she saw his father in the infant ward. Out of all of the people she had met in her life, she had just experienced that feeling—the feeling that she was somehow connected to that person—with Vegeta and Kakarot. She wondered what it meant, if it meant anything at all. After all, both Vegeta and Kakarot had mates, and children by those mates. And he promised. Nasu thought. Serves me right in believing that, I suppose.
A twinge of hunger brought her out of her thoughts; Nasu looked at the sun and discovered that she had been sitting there the entire afternoon.
I guess I should eat something, Nasu thought. I hope that the creatures here are edible.
They were. Nasu killed her dinner with haste, not allowing herself to enjoy the hunt because she was hungry. (Also, she might get careless and not keep her energy down; she didn’t want Vegeta to know how powerful she was, not yet.)
As Nasu finished the last of her meal, licking the salty blood from her fingers (a bad habit, one she acquired because she didn’t like to change her gloves after a meal, and thus ate without them), someone passed over her head. Her scouter confirmed that the person was one of the other strong energy’s she had detected earlier. Flying into the air and following at a safe distance, Nasu discovered that there were three people sitting on a cloud-like object: a man, a woman, and a child. The way that the man held the woman (who was holding the child, a girl, in her lap) suggested that they were mates. Nasu couldn help noticing how much the man resembled Kakarot.
Could he be Kakarot’s brother? No, that not possible! Kakarot was the youngest. Nasu studied the man again. Maybe a nephew? If so, then, where’s Raditz?
The cloud bearing the threesome began to drop and bank towards a forest, its apparent destination. When it landed before a dome-shaped in that forest, Nasu also landed and hid among the trees.
The man got off the cloud first, picked up the child, carefully set her on the ground, then held his hand out for the woman. The woman bent down, smoothed the child’s hair, then straightened and knocked the door, which was answered by an elderly woman with her hair in a bun.
“Ah! Videl!” The woman exclaimed. “I’m so glad you could make it.”
“So am I, Chi-Chi,” Videl replied. “And look who came with us?” She gestured towards the child, who was clinging to Videl’s leg.
“Pan-chan!” Chi-Chi squealed with delight. “She’s so big now.”
“Say hi to Grandma, Pan,” The man ordered gently. Pan looked at the man, who nodded, then bravely approached Chi-Chi and bowed.
“Good evening, Grandma,” She pronounced, taking care to get all of the words right.
“What a polite little girl!” Chi-Chi squatted to the child’s level. “How old are you?”
“Three!” Pan answered, showing the wrong number of fingers.
“Three? You are a big girl!” Pan blushed and grinned even wider.
Kakarot and Goten also came to the door.
“Gohan! Long time no see!” Kakarot shook the man’s hand.
“Sorry I couldn’t come by sooner,” Gohan apologized. “Both of us are pursuing our doctorates, so we’ve been really busy.”
Goten also shook hands with Gohan. “So that’s why you couldn’t help me with my homework?”
Gohan also smiled. “That, and you’re supposed to learn how to do it yourself.”
“Oh, please.” Goten rolled his eyes.
“What are we standing here for?” Kakarot asked. “Let’s go inside and eat! I’m starved!” Laughing, the group began to move inside.
“Hey, Pan,” Goten placed his hands on the girl’s waist. “How would you like Ojisan to give you a piggyback ride?”
“Yes, please!” Pan replied. Goten picked Pan up and swung her in the air, making her squeal in delight.
“Oof!” Goten pretended to wince. “You’re getting to be too big for me, Pan!” He went inside, closing the door behind him.
Nasu stared at the door for a long time before flying back to ‘her’ lake. Then she lay down and looked at the stars until she fell asleep.
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