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Title: Nasu
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.

During the next month, Nasu kept herself from thinking by constant exercise.  Keeping her energy low, so that she wouldn’t alarm the others, she lost her thoughts in the long hours of her routine.  Once again, she focused on her hatred for Vegeta, and forced herself to believe that she was justified in going through with her plans.

The others, because Nasu no longer showed up, shelved her to the back of their minds, and almost forgot she even existed at all because they were so busy.  Even Piccolo got tired of watching her do the same thing day after day.  And so the month passed without incident.

Nasu had reported the other’s ability to sense energy.  No one except for her knew that, according to the most recent transmission, her ‘backup’ was only a hour away from Earth.

“Remember,” she said before she signed off.  “Just keep Kakarot busy; I’ll deal with Vegeta.”

“Acknowledged.  Team One out.”

Nasu clipped her Scouter back to her ear and determined that Vegeta was at home.

Not good. She thought.  I’ll need to get him to a place where we can fight undisturbed—of course! She remembered.  The place where Vegeta spars with Kakarot would be perfect!

As Nasu flew to Capsule Corporation, she carefully went over her plan again, and reassured herself that everything would work out.

She didn’t know that at this time Goten and Trunks were heading home from school; though this would be her plan’s undoing, it would also prove to save her life.


“–so anyway, this guy trips and falls flat on his face and–” Trunks noticed that Goten was no longer paying any attention to him.  “Uh, Goten?”

“Look.” Goten pointed.  Trunks looked: Nasu was standing in front of his house with Vegeta.  She said something to him, then both of them flew away.  “Did you see that?”

“I sure did.  And I have a bad feeling about it.” Trunks began to levitate.

“Trunks, what in the world are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going to follow them,” Trunks took off before Goten could put up his usual protests.

Goten sighed.  There he goes again. Always rushing into a potentially dangerous situation. Then again, he also wanted to find out what Nasu was up to—and maybe even have a good fight—so he also took off in the same direction.

“All right,” Vegeta was saying to Nasu as the two teens landed behind them and hid, “what do you want?”

Goten and Trunks almost gave themselves away when at least twenty energy signatures at about Krillin’s level manifested themselves in the direction of the Son house.

“What the hell?” Vegeta also turned his head.

“Kakarot will be just fine, Vegeta.” Nasu smiled.  “He just won’t be here to help you.”

Vegeta glared at Nasu.  “What are you talking about?”

Nasu pretended too look hurt.  “Oh, don’t tell me you don’t remember, Vegeta.”

Vegeta just stared, bewildered.  “Remember what?”

“Maybe this will jolt your memory.”

Nasu attacked.

Vegeta dodged the first few punches, then caught each first as it came at him with murderous intent and held on.  “What is wrong with you?”

Nasu replied with a kick that Vegeta barely managed to avoid by pushing her away.  “Pleading amnesia won’t save you now, Vegeta, because I will never forget what happened.”

“What did I ever do to you?” He shouted at her.  “You were the annoying one!”


Deep inside Nasu, a tiny, frightening thought began to nag at her: What if Vegeta really doesn’t know what I’m talking about?

She pushed her concerns aside.  “All right, enough talk; time to get serious.”

She clenched her fists and allowed ten years of anger, bitterness, and heartbreak explode from within; her features shifted to a burning gold.

“Holy shit!” Trunks’ jaw dropped.  “Her energy is higher than mine…”

“A little surprised, Vegeta?” Nasu asked.  “You shouldn’t be: after all, I used to be stronger than you.”

“Not by much, and that was because you cheated,” Vegeta reminded her.  “And now, I’m the stronger one.”

“Never underestimate the power of sheer determination.”

With that warning, Nasu began fighting for real.

As Nasu and Vegeta, now both Super Saiyans, battled across the valley, Trunks and Goten grew more and more worried: it took everything Vegeta had to keep Nasu from killing him.  That meant one of two things: either she was much stronger than him, or he was holding back.  Both teens knew that the first option was impossible, but they couldn’t quite believe the second, either, since Vegeta would not be one to hold back, not in a fight to the death—which was what Nasu had threatened.  And yet, Vegeta was nowhere near as driven to hurt her as she was to hurt him; in fact, he almost seemed reluctant to have to hit her back.

“We’ve got to do something!” Trunks wrung his hands.

“Your dad’s not going to let you help,” Goten reminded his best friend.

“I don’t think he’ll mind this time,” Trunks looked worriedly at Vegeta, who now had a split lip.

“Okay, but do you have any ideas that won’t backfire on us this time?”

“Well,” The sight of Nasu’s scouter being broken gave Trunks an idea.  “Remember what happened when we tried to grab her tail last time?”

“Yeah: she knew we were coming and clobbered us,” Goten looked at Trunks.  “Don’t tell me you want us to try that again.”

“This time, she won’t know that we’re coming!”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Look,” Trunks pointed.  “That weird thing that she always wears on her face—it’s called a ‘Scouter’, if I remember correctly—just got busted.”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, come on, Goten! We can at least try! And besides, as good as she may be, she can’t handle both of us at the same time when we’re Super Saiyans!”

“Well, I guess it’s worth a shot.”

“Okay!” Trunks looked towards his father again.  “Here goes nothing!”

Both turned Super Saiyan and took off at the same time.  Goten, still being hesitant, flew a little slower.

He came to a complete halt when Nasu elbowed Trunks in the face as soon as he was close enough without looking back.

Even Vegeta was stunned.  “What? How?”

Nasu smiled with contempt.  “You didn’t think that I would pick up a few new tricks after all this time?” She turned towards Goten, who was still gaping.  “You want to try that too?”

Goten numbly shook his head.  He looked at Trunks, who was pulling himself out of the crater he made.  “Are you all right, Trunks?”

“Do I look all right to you?” Trunks touched his bleeding nose.  “I think she broke something.”

A split second later, Goku and Gohan teleported to where Goten was floating; their eyes widened at the scene which lay before him.

“Kakarot?” Nasu raised an eyebrow.  “I’m impressed.  You went through those pieces of trash faster than I thought you would.”


“Kakarot,” Vegeta’s voice trembled with fury that would not be contained.  “You will stay out of this.”

“Don’t, Vegeta!” Goku warned.  “It’s a trap!”

“Stay out of this,” Vegeta repeated.  He narrowed his eyes at Nasu; his energy began to rise.  He had enough of her; it was bad enough of her to come here and disrupt his life.  But the others had nothing to do with whatever grudge she may have against him, real or imagined.  And his son—how dare she hurt my son!

His aura glowed even brighter; his hair grew spikier; sparks of energy danced around his body.

“Vegeta, listen!” Goku begged.  “The two of us just fought a bunch of aliens who called themselves the spongy people, or something like that, and they said that they were trying to kill all of the Saiyans, and that more of them were coming!”


What?” Nasu paled.  At last, she understood the implication of the word ‘first’ the Mother Ship had used, and Kakarot’s plea strengthened that implication: everything they had ever told her about their plans was an outright lie.  And maybe, her nagging thought reminded her, they lied to me about those other things, too.


“What do you mean, ‘what’?” Gohan wanted to know, but Nasu just stood there.

“Is this true?” Vegeta demanded.

“I don’t know.” Nasu replied, numb.  “They never told me about this.  But if it is true, then this planet is in deep shit.”

As if you weren’t in it right now, Vegeta thought, asking: “What the hell do you mean?”

“More will be coming.  And eventually, the leader of the Haimienjians will also arrive.  I have no idea of how strong he really is, but,” she made a helpless gesture.  “I once saw him destroy an entire solar system with a single energy blast.  A Saiyan could survive that, possibly, but not any other life form.”

“And they’ll be arriving when?” Vegeta asked.

“In two months,” Nasu answered.  “Maybe later.  Maybe sooner.” Mostly to herself, she muttered: “This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.”

Hearing her, Vegeta narrowed his eyes.  “What did you think would happen? That you could kill me?”

“I—” Nasu shook her head.  “No.  I don’t know.  Once I thought I could, or at least die trying, but,” she shook her head again.  “I don’t know.”

“You certainly had me fooled,” Vegeta crossed his arms.

Nasu mumbled something in Saiyan.

Vegeta didn’t quite catch her remark, but he understood the general gist of it.  “What was that about me?”

“Nothing,” Nasu lied.  “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“That’s right,” Vegeta agreed, “because in a few moments you will die.  A very slow and painful death, I might add.”

“Go ahead; I don’t deserve to live,” Nasu dropped out of Super Saiyan.

“Damned right you don’t,” Vegeta began to form a brilliant ball of energy in is outstretched palm.  He hadn’t used this technique in a long time; he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

“Vegeta,” Goku began; he backed off when he saw the iron glint in Vegeta’s eyes.

Nasu just stood there and waited while the energy in Vegeta’s hand grew larger and larger.  This time, Goten was sure that she was trying not to cry.

“Any last words?” Vegeta asked.  No response.  “Too bad; I would have liked to carve them on your tombstone,” he prepared to launch the blast at Nasu.


Goten took a deep breath and stepped between them.  “Vegeta, hold on a minute.”

“Goten, what are you doing?” Gohan asked, horrified, but Goten didn’t answer.

“Move, brat,” Vegeta ordered.  “Unless you want to die with her.”

Goten tried his best to look brave. “Just let me say a few things.  Please.”

Vegeta narrowed his eyes.  A few tense moments later, he lowered his hand, but not by much.  “All right; she has five more minutes to live.”

“Okay…” Goten took another deep breath.  “I don’t think you should kill her.”

“Oh?” Vegeta asked in his most patronizing tone.  “And why not?”

“Well—” Goten began.  He hadn’t quite planned to come to Nasu’s defense, and now he had no idea what to say.

Vegeta smirked.  “Can’t think of a good enough reason, can you?” He leveled a harsh glare at Goten.  “And don’t try to feed me any of that nonsense about showing mercy; surely even humans are smart enough to put their traitors to death.”

Goten noticed that while saying this, Vegeta’s attention wasn’t on the ‘traitor’ in question but on Trunks, and realized the real reason why Vegeta was so furious.  “Would you still want to kill her if she hadn’t hurt Trunks?”


The brat is more observant than he looks, Vegeta thought, all the while trying to maintain his stern outlook.  “That’s none of your business.”

“Don’t tell me his Majesty is letting a mere commoner change his mind,” Nasu sneered, but Vegeta could sense her growing unease and displeasure.

So impatient to die, hm? Vegeta snickered, his earlier anger fading.  As much as he would enjoy ending Nasu’s life here and now for threatening his family’s well being, there was an even worse punishment he could impose.

Vegeta extinguished the energy in his hand, powering down at the same time.

“I change my own mind,” he told Nasu calmly, savoring her shock.  “The brat just happens to agree with me on a few points.”

“Uh, Vegeta,” Goku looked confused (as usual).

“Kakarot, go home; there’s nothing more you can do here,” Vegeta turned to his son.  “I’m starving, so I’ll be heading home now.  You coming with me?”

Trunks winced as Vegeta inspected his injuries.  “I think I’ll stay with Goten.”

“Fine by me; just don’t forget to get something for that nose.” Vegeta took off into the sky.

“Hmm. I’m a little hungry, too.” Goku put two fingers to his head.  “Oh, and Goten, don’t forget to come home before dinner, okay?” He teleported.

Gohan glanced uneasily at Nasu.  “Be careful,” he warned his brother before leaving as well.

No one said another word for a long time.

“We should go home, too,” Goten finally suggested.

Nasu looked up.  “Yes, Your Worship,” she replied in a tired voice, with perhaps just half of her usual sarcastic edge.  She lifted herself into the air.  “Show the way.”

Trunks gave Goten a ‘you must be crazy’ look before they left for the Son house.

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