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Before Vegeta could say a word, he felt his spirit leave his body. At least, that's what it felt like, he wasn't sure. He looked around when he saw his surroundings change, pausing to see a figure laying on a bed beside them.
A figure with messy, gray hair and a tear-stained, wrinkled face smiling contently.
"Kakarot . . . ?" Vegeta whispered, his anger quickly dissipating into fear. Damn his human body for him to feel such things. "What the hell-?" He pulled away from Dende and tried to touch the frail man, only for the grip on his hands to tighten and pull him back.
"Hey-!"
"I told you, Vegeta," Dende frowned and glanced at the sleeping elder. "We cannot separate, and we cannot- I mean can not- intervene in these visions."
"What are you blind?!" Vegeta swung his arms towards Goku's dying form. "He's almost dead and you want me to just deal with it?!"
"Yes."
"Are you stupid?!" Vegeta looked at the bed again, noticing the old saiyan was alone. "Where's his harpy?"
"She died 50 years before this." The young Kami sighed and watched Goku's chest rise and fall unevenly. "He wasn't the same when you left. He kept disappearing on us, and he hid his ki too so we couldn't find him. Sometimes, he would sit outside in the backyard, where he buried you." Dende snorted and glanced at the former prince. "He said it would keep you close to him. He never left this room after she died though." His frown deepened, and he looked back at Goku.
"How old is he?" Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows and glared daggers at the young namekian. "In this vision, when he dies, how old is he?"
"Uh, wait- um . . . 92 years? I wasn't there to see him off." Dende raised an eyebrow, confused.
"Bullshit."
"That's a bad word, Vegeta." Dende frowned again.
"A saiyan can live up to at least 500 years, and you expect me to believe he died at 92?" Vegeta pointed their arms at Goku's body. "Kakarot, the third-class fool, the idiot who always managed to one up me, dead in less than a hundred years?"
"Like I said, I don't know-" The namekian began, growing annoyed.
"You're Kami, for fuck's sake, how the fuck would you not-" The former saiyan interrupted him.
"He never told me!" Dende yelled, silencing Vegeta for once. He glared at the smaller male before taking a deep breath and looking at Goku's body, barely noticing a holographic image of Gohan trying to wake his father up. "When he died, I tried to visit him. But he told King Yenma not to let anyone see him until he got to see you first."
The young kami sighed and closed his eyes. "Onto the next vision-"
"Take us back." Vegeta kept his gaze on Goku's old body, watching as Gohan began shaking him hard while tears flowed down his face. Goten and Trunks came in, along with a young woman looking like Bulma. Goten was screaming silently at his brother while Trunks stared in shock. "Take us back."
"Wha- no, we need to move on-"
"Shut up and take us back, Dende." Vegeta looked away and closed his eyes. "Then take us to Yenma."
"I'm sorry but-"
Vegeta growled and tugged his hands away harshly from the other's, failing as the grip on his wrists tightened again. "I said we're going to Yenma you stupid shitbag!"
"Stop swearing!" Dende yelled back and panicked a bit.
"I'll stop swearing when you-" Vegeta kicked the namekian's knee and gave his arms another tug, finally releasing himself from that hold. "- take me to fucking Yenma like I keep telling you, you asshole!" He rubbed his wrists, hissing quietly at the pain. He really needed to fix up this human body of his. So fragile for no reason. He spared a glance at Dende, who glared at him from the ground.
"Dad-?" Vegeta looked up and saw Trunks staring at him. In the darkness, Vegeta managed to see his son better.
The boy had grown quite a growth spurt since he last saw him, and he wore a red bandana across his neck, similar to his mothers. His lavender locks fell just above his eyes, exactly like his Mirai self. His once bright blue eyes now watched him with horror. "Wha- Is it-?"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow before his shirt was yanked and the world around them changed from a dark, messy, dusty filled room to a dull hallway, sun peaking through the pillars at the far end. Vegeta looked around him before turning his attention to Dende. ". . . Took you long enough."
"Are you mad?!" The young kami screamed.
"If you keep screaming I just might be." Vegeta growled and rubbed his ears. For a kid, he sure had a loud voice.
"Do you have any idea of what you've done?!"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow, curious. "No. What have I done?"
A faint sound of laughter caught their attention, interrupting their conversation. Dende stared in the direction of the laughter and froze. "That . . ." His natural dark green skin now paled at the sound.
Vegeta didn't move as the quiet noise echoed through the lookout, constantly shifting across the lookout. He didn't bother asking who it was, that sick voice was enough to tell him who appeared nearby.
He really screwed up this time, didn't he.
The smaller male blinked and before he realized it, his vision changed once again, but Dende had no hold on him this time. He looked around to see multiple people wearing halos over their heads pass by him, making their way to a large desk.
King Yenma's desk.
"Oh Vegeta," Dende whispered, hiding behind the former prince. "What have you done?"
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Again I'm sorry it's really short and I didn't quite make the best art up there. I might fix that later, but have this for now, please!
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