Oh and don't be mad at me if any of you readers have country accents, because Vegeta won't like them because he's a city boy. Okay? Let's begin!

Chapter 1

I don't own DBZ

Vegeta sighed frustrated as he picked up his luggage from the luggage cart and started walking towards the exit doors on the east gate. 'Oklahoma. I can't believe I'm in Oklahoma.' He slouched, not like his usual self.

Vegeta's father, Vegeta Sr. was standing next to him, waiting for Vegeta's ride to come.

Vegeta looked at his father for one more attempt. "Father, I won't do it again."

"No Vegeta."

"I've learned my lesson. Anything but Oklahoma! I'm too good for farm life!"

Vegeta's father smirked. "I would assume you are too good for a lot of things, but this is what must be done. I have done the best I can to teach you about life, honor, and pride, and yet you don't take things seriously enough. I don't want you shaming our name by your reckless actions. It's good for you to have pride in who you are, but you take it all for granted. Hopefully this experience will build some character."

Vegeta placed a scowl on his face. 'My character is fine.'

"There's your uncle now."

Vegeta searched around until he saw a tall man with the strangest hair cut he had ever seen. "Well, looks like I'm not in the city anymore."

"I've seen your generation with stranger hair styles than that. What about our spikes?"

"In every direction?" He barked out loud.

As his uncle approached them, he had a hard expression on his face, but it began to soften, but no smile was coming to his face. He just reached out his hand and waited for Vegeta Sr. to respond. "Vegeta."

Vegeta Sr. reached out his hand and offered him a firm handshake. "Bardock." They were different as far as lifestyles, but they both respected one another for how they made a living, even though Vegeta made lots more money.

As they released each other's hands, Vegeta gave his uncle a fake smile. "Hey."

"You ready Vegeta?"

Vegeta cringed at his country accent. "Yeah, sure. I'm ready." Vegeta gave his father a look of guilt that said he would never do it again, but his father ignored it. "I'll see you on Thanksgiving."

Vegeta sighed and didn't give his father another look. 'I'm in Hell!'

Vegeta grunted as he got out of Bardock's truck and grabbed his bag and very large suitcase. "Home sweet home," he said with sorrow. "How far is the closest town or city?"

Bardock smiled. "Bout twenty minutes away drive'n." He walked inside his house, but Vegeta stood horrified.

'So this is home?' It was a big house, but not what he'd expect to call home. There was nothing around it, except for the wooden fence that wasn't even half way completed. There were two cars in the dirt drive way. One was the red truck, and the other was a blue eight seat van. The house looked very cozy, but that wasn't Vegeta's style at all. He was the rich bad boy that had a house of dark brick, anddark wood.

"Cousin Vegeta!"

Vegeta cringed at another country accent as his cousin Kakarot ran to him. "What do you want?"

"Nuthin. I just wanna see ya, that's all."

Vegeta threw his bag at Kakarot. "Take this bag in my room, Kakarot."

"Aw shucks cousin Geta, I'll put this in your room, since we bunk'n."

"Me and you...together?" All of his horrors became a reality as Kakarot spoke those words. He hadn't seen his cousin since he was around seven, but he could tell that he was still immature and naive. "Why did you call me Geta?"

"I don't know. Got kind of a more...I don't know. I guess you could say country feel."

"Well I don't like it, Kakarot!"

"Well, then call me Goku."

"No. Kakarot is your name, and I'll address you by it."

"But everyone calls me by my middle name, Geta."

He rolled his eyes. 'Yes, I am in Hell.'

"Wanna meet Bulma?"

"Who?"

"Bulma. We work on her daddy's farm."

"You don't have your own?"

"Naw. Pa would like for it though, but we'd need some money to do that."

"Boys!" called Bardock. "Come inside."

Vegeta shook his head as he came inside.

"Somethin wrong?"

"It doesn't seem real."

As Goku closed the door, his mother came to Vegeta and gave him a hug. "Hey hon."

Vegeta slightly smiled, hearing something that wasn't in a country accent. "Hey aunty."

She let go of him and gazed at him closely. "Look at you. You were only twelve the last time I saw you and now you're eighteen. Man you've grown."

Vegeta's nose caught the sweet smell of something. "What's that smell?"

"Dinner. So how's my sister?"

"Mom's fine. She's probably happy to get me out of the house now."

She began laughing. "I'm sure that's not true, but then again….kind of glad to finally kick Raditz out the door. Oh, you'll take his old room." She smiled at her son. "Show him the room."

"Sure ma." Goku ran to the other side of the house with Vegeta's bag in his hand, and Vegeta followed him with a frown.

'I'm actually here.'

Bardock snuck behind his wife and kissed her on her cheek. "So how you think dhat boy gonna handle?"

"I think he'll be okay. I mean he'll be around some people his age and he'll…adjust."

He nodded his head. "I think he'll have fun work'n on the Briefs farm."

"That's if he and Bulma can get along."

To be continued...

A/N: Do you like this so far? I like it. It's going to be so funny and adorable. It'll be great!