Chapter 3

A few months have past now. From what I’ve heard from Parawal the girl in her class hasn’t been really troubling. She tried to get some information about her but Parawal never told her anything that could be used against her.

As I was thinking about Parawal my thoughts started drifting off, drifting to Parsnipe. I think about how she changed my life, not just because of Parawal, but because of Bulma too. It is thanks to Parsnipe that Bulma showed interest in my saijan side, that she told me she would always be there for me even if I had problems that weren’t humanlike at all. I never did though, come to her, my pride stopped me from doing so, but the thought of her being there for me is a nice one.

Again my thoughts wonder back to Parsnipe, the strange things she’d do. The most strangest being to talk to her self out loud. She could talk to herself for hours, afterwards not even knowing what she said.

Parawal had this too. It was because of this that I taught her my mother tongue. Thinking about other languages, I remember Parsnipe was talking to herself in a to me unknown language as well the day we walked together for the first time. What was it that she had said again? She had said a lot, but there was one sentence I made myself remember:

Eigenlijk is prins Vegeta best knap.

I don’t know what it means, but after she said it she grew quiet, realising I could understand enough to know that it was about me. I once tried one of Bulma’s computer to see if they could translate it, but just then it occurred to me that I didn’t know how to spell any of it.

Parawal. Perhaps one of her teachers could translate it. I looked at the sky, seeing where the sun was at it would be like an hour before Parawal came home. I decided to train some more until she did.


“Parawal, I need to talk to you.”

She looked at me with a confused look in her eyes. I realise I never really talked to her. Everything I’ve told her was about her saijan heritage and this I told her during training. I walked to the living room, my hand signing her to follow. She did without question. I place myself on the couch and Parawal does the same.

“What is it dad?” She says with a confused but now worried look in her eyes.

“I was wondering if perhaps you could help me.”

She was so astonished she almost fell of the couch as a said that.

“Help you, with what dad?”

“Just like your mother you talk to yourself.”

She nodded, wondering where I was going to.

“One day your mother was talking to herself in a language I do not know.”

Again she slightly nodded.

“I was wondering if one of your teachers could translate it for me.”

“What did she say?”

“Eigenlijk is prins Vegeta best knap.”

“What does she mean by that?”

“That’s what I want you to find out.”

“No, I mean, by prince Vegeta, why did she call you a prince?”

“Who said she did, it could mean something entirely different.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Well, I’ll do my best tomorrow.”

“Good.”

I didn’t even thank her, but then again, I believe I never did. She stood up and walked up to her room.


The rest of that day and now still all I’ve been doing is walking around the house, trying to pass time. Parawal should be home any minute now, but the thing is, I can feel her ki, still being at where her school is. It must be harder then I thought it would be.


It’s now almost two hours later and I can feel Parawal approaching. She walked home today which surprised me ‘cause she hasn’t walked home any day before. I figure something was wrong, but I don’t go to her to check it out.

The door opens but I don’t bother myself to look up, until, that is, I hear a sobbing sound. I stand up and walk to Parawal, her face stained in tears. I place my hands on her shoulders and bend my knees a bit to bring myself down to her level.

“What happened?” I ask her without any emotion in my voice.

She lifts her head up looking me in my eyes, to then just drop her head on my shoulder, to cry some more. I hear Bulma enter the room, I look at her, seeing how she just wants to rush over here and comfort Parawal, but with the look I’m giving her she stays put. I have to learn to deal with this myself.

“It’s ok, let it all out.” I say, not believing that it was me who said it.

Parawal somehow doesn’t even notice and just keeps on crying.

“They hate me, they all hate me.” She says through tears and sobs.

I softly pat her on the back a few times, whispering in her ear that it will all be alright.

“What happened?”

I hear Bulma ask in concern. Again I just give her a look telling her to stay out of this. She isn’t scared though, she doesn’t listen, comes walking up to me and Parawal, looking her straight in the eyes, and again asking her what had happened.

I sigh, grab Parawals shoulders and push her off of me, looking her in the eyes, waiting for her to answer Bulmas question.

“I was trying to get that sentence translated for daddy, but as I was talking to the teacher about it that girl heard some of the conversation.”

She interrupted her story with an other sob, while she did I saw Bulma looking at me with confusion in her eyes, probably wondering what sentence Parawal was talking about, I averted my eyes from her, looking back at Parawal. Then she continued:

“The next thing I know she goes around telling everybody what she had heard with a lot of made up stuff added about how I was nothing more then a mistake.”

Again the tears where running down her cheeks. I hugged her, rocking her forth and back to calm her down a bit as I said:

“Parawal listen to me, you are not a mistake you hear me.”

I can feel  Bulmas eyes filled with pain burning in my back so I complete my sentence:

“Your mother was, not you, you understand?”

I ask her as I put some distance between us. She looked at me, then continued crying, placing her head back on my shoulder crying out that they don’t know that, and still hate her. I sigh, but this time I don’t push Parawal away, in stead I just let her cry.


If you’d tell me I sat there for over an hour I would have believed you. It only took Parawal about 10 minutes to recover, but this was still new for me and I already hate it. A saijan, crying over how some unimportant people hated her. I suppose Bulma has just way to much influence on her.

We are now having dinner, Parawal still doesn’t look that good, but I don’t mention it, this time. She just sits there, eating in silence. I can almost hear her thoughts, wishing her life was over. I don’t know what to do, so I just eat.


I’m standing in Parawals doorway. Somehow I can’t stay away from her, knowing that she needs me so much. My pride doesn’t agree, but I just tell it that it wont happen again, and that as a father this is my responsibility.

“Dad…” she softly whispers.

I just look at her, waiting for her to continue.

“I did find out what mom said that day.”

I lift up an eyebrow in confusion, having totally forgotten about that. Again I only wait for her to continue.

“She said, actually prince Vegeta is quite handsome.”

I can hear her softly giggle as she tells me that, though I don’t know it’s because her mom had told me that, or because of the look that was on my face at the moment.

“But she did call you a prince. Do you have any idea why?”

I look back at Parawal, taken off guard by that question. I sigh, I have never told Parawal that I was the prince, I didn’t think she’d need to know. Her knowing that she was a princes could also affect her ego way to much and make her cocky, which I never wanted for her. But I suppose I now have to tell her:

“It’s because I am the prince of all saijans.”

There, I said it, stated it as simply as possible. I see the look on her face change, but I can’t quite place in to what. There’s just a little bit of everything on there I’d say.

“But, didn’t you say that the king was killed a long time ago?”

I know, wondering what she’s getting at.

“So then why aren’t you the king? Why the prince?”

Again I’m caught of  guard by her question. And not willing to tell her how I should first reclaim my rights as a prince by being the strongest saijan before I can even think of  being the king. So I don’t, I don’t explain it to her, I give her a glare, turn around, and walk out of her room, just barely stopping myself from slamming her door. Every time I have to think of that, Kakkarot, how am I ever going to get stronger then him. Reclaim my birthright as the prince once again, to then finally reach my destiny as to being the king?


I go to my gravity room to calm down a bit, but it doesn’t work. I feel Parawal approaching, but I wont acknowledge her.

“Dad… what’s wrong?”

I don’t even bother looking at her.

“Go back to bed.”

“But dad”

“No buts, you’re go back to bed right now!”

“No!”

I can’t believe it. Not only didn’t she listen to me for the first time when I yelled at her, but she also yelled back. I turn around looking her in the eye, being surprised as I see a tear rolling down one of her cheeks.

“Dad, there’s something wrong and I’m not just going to let you walk away.”

“Fine then, if you wont go to bed yourself, I’ll kick you in there.”

Shock in her eyes by my threat, even fear. But again, she doesn’t listen, in stead, she takes on a fighting stance.

“Let’s see you try. You should know dad, I’m stronger then you think.”

I am astonished, but make sure Parawal wont notice. This is the first time she’s willing to let me see her true strength. Her super saijan three powers.

“Ow yes, and just how strong is that then? You’re finally going to show me that you can become a super saijan three?”

Surprise in her eyes, but I swipe it away with my words.

“What? You honestly thought you could keep it a secret from me. Well? Lets just see how much you can do.”

I now too, get into a fighting position. More shock in her eyes, but when I start to power up, she soon follows. As I reach super saijan, so does she. As I reach super saijan level two, so does she. I power up to my max, so does she. It takes her a while, but then her hair starts growing till it’s at about her knees. Her eyebrows, now gone, in front of me, she stands, a super saijan three.

I don’t have the time to look at her closely though, ‘cause she instantly comes for me, landing a punch in my face. I try to punch her back, but she easily dodges, while doing so she lands a knee in my stomach.

After a few punches, I’m on the floor, not able to get up. Then, to the surprise of the both of us, Bulma enters. Within a second she’s next to me on the floor, worried about me.

“What happened?”

Without noticing I look at Parawal, and Bulmas eyes follow mine.

“Who are you?”

I look back at Bulma, wondering how she could not have recognised Parawal.

“Mom, it’s me.”

“Don’t call me that, you’re no daughter of mine, look at what you did to Vegeta, you’re a monster.”

Again she’s all over me, trying to see how much I’ve been damaged.

I get up, with quite some trouble. I walk over to Parawal, grab her by her wrist, pulling her along with me.

“We’re out of here.”

I’m not even bothering to look back at Bulma, but just walk straight to the door, wanting to leave without any other comments.

“But dad, what about…”

I look at Parawal, seeing a concerned look in her eyes, but ignoring it, pulling her outside with me.

“Vegeta, where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here, I’m in need of a lot of space!”

“Alright then, fine, go! But don’t you dare to ever come back!”

“Ow don’t you worry, I wont.”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

As I fly away I hear Bulma say ‘Fine!’ once more, then I’m to far away to hear her. Parawal comes flying next to me.

“Dad?”

“Be quiet!”

She was. She didn’t speak to me for that entire day.