What the hell is going on.

I've pretty much stopped reacting to things that do not jive with my memories. I've realized that if I kept doing so everyone would think I've lost my mind, and I'd end up in a nut house, or killed by one of my kids who decided to become ambitious.

Yeah right, they've been too coddled by their mother to try, and strike me. That's disappointing really. Anyway, if this is my reality, there's nothing I can do about it, and I'll have to live with the changes, if it's not, well my Bulma will likely find me soon enough.

Vella is being annoying , she keeps asking me what I'm going to get her for her, and Vincent's bitrthday this Thursday. I keep telling her since it's her 18th I'm going to kick her out on her lazy back side, some reason she giggles like she thinks I'm kidding.

Bah! One good thing about Vincent is he moved out into that Legacy HQ, and trunks has his own place, but Bra, Mirai, and Vella still live here, and I want them out! Of course Bulma will want them to stay as long as possible.

I growl as Vincent wanders up to me " So pop you wanted to see me?"

"Yes You're getting lazy, not training, and only fighting when your little friends go out playing superhero."

"Well excuse me dad if I'd rather spar with an attractive woman that you!"

“That woman of yours isn't strong enough to push you to new levels!" I argue.

He snorts. “I’m already one of the strongest people my age, why would I need to get stronger?"

“Because boy, Conner Kent gets stronger each day just by being in the sun and now apparently the Hulk has a son you need to keep up, and surpass them."

He just laughs, and walks off, and he wonders why I picked Trunks as my heir. I stalk to my Gravity Room, cursing how all my children seem to get this slacker attitude, when I sense something is off.

I don't know what it is but it’s something. Then this odd smoke starts filling the room, and a man with no face leaps out from it.

“The Universe has changed!" he raves. “And you're the only one that benefits from all the changes!"

He tries to strangle me without any success. I back hand the crackpot. “Look Question I'm in the dark as you are!" Like how did this person get past all the security, and my ki sense?



He pulls a gun, and fires I grab the bullet out of the air, and quickly realize I'm bleeding. "Adamantium." The Question brags. Damn that mans Logan actually could cut me with those claws if he put more force behind them, disconcerting.

My speed closes the gap in between us, and I grab the Question by the neck. As I'm about to put an end to him I sense this odd ki. I shatter the Question's gun, and follow the ki to it's source, and then I have to ask “Okay, why is there, a bald man, in a skirt in my living room?"

"The Watcher!" The Question blurts out, me I've heard rumors of such a being if they are true why the Hell is it in my living room?

“Okay Watcher what are you doing here?" I demand.

“I am here to see your decision." He responds.

“Eh?" Is all I can say in answer.

“You are two of the few beings in this Universe that know it was recreated, I am curious to see how you’ll use this information."

“How did this happen?" the Question um questions.

" A piece of his son Mirai's psyche, that had gotten it's own body used the Dragon Balls. To erase events it did not like, this with other retcons destroyed the fabric of reality, and it rebuilt itself differently.

“I always knew using the Dragon Balls would lead to something like this." The Question whines.

“Okay how come we remember the old reality?" I ask. Already getting bored.

" Beacuse you Vegeta, have constantly traveled through time or dimensions so often, that you actually have memories of alternate versions o yourself, for example you met your wife on Namek, but you remember meeting her before that, that never happened in this reality before or after the changes."

His voice is so damn monotone I almost fall asleep twice during his long explanation. “So why does faceless here still remember the old reality?"

“He has perceptions that go beyond the normal."

I think about that for a second... "In other words he's completely insane ... got it."

“Insanity is only behavior that society deems inappropriate." Question chimes in. "

“Keep telling yourself that nutbar." I laugh.

But the Watcher doesn't leave he keeps staring at me... being creepy. " Okay what?"

“What will you do about the universe? Try to turn it back, or leave it alone?" The bald man in dress asks.


" I have a bottle city full of saiyans about to make me a galactic power, Father never invaded Earth meaning saiyans are like more that Kryptonians. I'm apparently not related to Justice, meaning I have no obligation to be in the Corru War,which means less saiyans have died. Finally Bra isn't married to that boy Goten who isn't even worthy to lick her boots, I like this new reality, and I'll kill whoever tries to put it back." I glare at the Question.

The Universe probably shouldn't be retconned again, next time dinosaurs could rule the Earth or immoral sociopath Space Monkeys." The Question says before giving a look, I throw a vase that used to be owned by Bulma's grandmother at him.

" Leave my home!" The Wathcher vanishes, and Question wanders off muttering things to himself.

Bulma skips in cheerfully " Vegeta! I'm able to grow the saiyans back to normal size... grandma's vase? What did you do?"

Great after all that annoyance from the Question I have to listen to Bulma gripe now... this just isn't my day.