The sky was black as a man with spiked, black hair, and a physical build that would intimidate a dragon laid in bed, gazing at what few stars could be seen through the window of the bedroom. His name was Vegeta; a proud warrior prince from a distant planet that had been destroyed many years ago. He, along with his friend, Goku, or Kakarot as he insisted upon calling him by his Saiyan birth name, both had come to this planet called "Earth" with the intention of destroying it, but had succumbed to the strange wonders that inhabited it.
The warrior turned his head away from the window and focused his attention to the blue haired woman sleeping soundly by his side. She had aged quite a bit since he had first met her on the distant planet Namek all those years ago. Her eyes were still the same cerulean blue as they were back then, but she had grown tired. He had noticed one or two more wrinkles appearing on her face year after year, but he could have cared less about a few wrinkles or even if she had let her body go all to Hell (though he was glad she hadn't). She was his wife and the mother of his two children.
The blue haired woman's eyes pinched shut as his name escaped from her lips in a soft, hurt whisper. She was dreaming about the time he had died trying to defeat a fat, pink character named Majin Buu no doubt. It was rare that she ever had a nightmare that involved anything besides her family business, Capsule Corp. But when she did, it would cause her to wake up in the morning with dark circles around her eyes that would make a raccoon look like it was missing a mask.
The Saiyan prince gently slipped his arm around the woman's waist and her body immediately relaxed as the dream was chased from her unconscious thoughts. He was one of the two strongest warriors in the universe, being second only to Kakarot. A small nightmare was nothing compared to him.
The prince's eyebrows furrowed slightly at the thought. Though he had come to terms with the fact that a low class warrior had surpassed him in strength, he did not like it. However, trying to become better than the only other pure blooded Saiyan left in the entire galaxy had caused him to change for the better and become the legend of his people: a Super Saiyan, even advancing to become a Super Saiyan 4 after Kakarot had achieved the power first.
Once he was sure his wife had returned safely to the realm of dreams, Veteta slowly crawled out of bed and walked through the giant mansion that was his home. He remembered the time where he had returned from trying to find Kakarot after the Saiyan hero had defeated the tyrant, Frieza, a merciless being who had destroyed his home planet and had enslaved him for most of his life, on the planet Namek and had refused to return home when his loved ones had wished for his return with the Namekian dragon balls. His wife, though just an irritating woman at the time, Bulma, had strutted up to him and demanded that he follow her to the shower so he could bathe; saying that he desperately needed a shower.
A small smirk coveted the warrior's lips. She had been quite stubborn and hot headed back then, and that same fire had only gotten worse and worse with age; especially after their union and the birth of their first child, Trunks. He had to admit, that had been one of the main traits that he found attractive about her. She had the nerve to dare and boss around the great Saiyan prince, Vegeta, as though he were nothing more than your everyday male walking down the street.
He made his way down a few halls before he found himself entering a well-lit kitchen. He glanced around the large, extravagantly furnished room and noticed a teenaged girl with blue hair and equally blue eyes that rivaled that of his sleeping wife's standing at the counter with a plate of food sitting in front of her. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"
The girl jumped and whirled around to see her father standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his bare chest and a stern look in his eye. She swallowed the food in her mouth and set the same stern look in her eye before putting her hands on her hips (the same stance her mother took whenever she decided to scold Vegeta or either of the children).
"Shouldn't you be wearing something more than just your boxer-briefs around the house in the middle of the night?" The blue haired teen snapped back without missing a beat. "I don't need to see my dad walking around in his underwear, especially when I'm eating."
Vegeta smirked inwardly. This girl was definitely his and Bulma's daughter. She had her mother's ferocity, but his keen instinct and pride. It was a shame that she never had much interest in becoming a fighter.
He tilted his head and smirked at the plate of food sitting on the counter behind his daughter. "Well, well, well, and here I thought you were on a diet, Bulla."
The blue haired girl blushed slightly and crossed her arms in a huff. "What? I'm hungry! Do you want me to be like the other girls who starve themselves? I thought you said that girls like that were nothing but skanks."
Vegeta felt his pride swell as he walked over to the counter and swiped one of the meat covered skewers from the plate; devouring it point-five seconds.
"Dad," Bulla shouted furiously, "that was mine!"
"I paid for the food, so therefore I'm pretty sure this is mine." The Saiyan prince watched his daughter glare at him for a good minute before gently patting her on the head. He was not a very affectionate father, but his daughter meant the whole world to him and her opinion as well. He still remembered when all she had to do was tell him that his moustache made him look like a geek and he immediately shaved it off. Oh, how far the mighty have fallen.
He turned and walked back to the doorway. "Just be sure you go to bed as soon as you finish eating, Bulla. I don't need to deal with your moodiness because you didn't sleep enough."
Bulla was about to say something, but smiled and turned back to her plate of food. "Sure, whatever you say. Good night, Dad."
Vegeta grunted in response and continued walking through the mansion. He often ended up walking around whenever something bothered him, but for some odd reason he could not figure out what was causing the unsettling feeling deep within his being. The last time he had felt this way was when Trunks was just a boy and he had allowed Babidi to take control of his body so he could reawaken his evil desires and defeat Kakarot during the World's Martial Arts Tournament. Their clash had caused Buu to resurrect and ended in his demise when he realized that he had loved ones to protect.
Back then, he knew exactly what had caused him to be so restless. Now, on the other hand, he had no idea. He had suddenly woken up and ended up staring at the sky through the window for a few hours before he decided to go for a walk. It felt like there was something missing deep within him…and that something else was coming, but he did not know why.
The Earth had absolutely nothing to fear ever since Kakarot had defeated Omega Shenron and the dragon returned to normal. The powerful dragon had explained to them how the dragon balls had been overused and that he needed to take them away from Earth for a long time. Kakarot had almost gone with the magical beast, but everyone had convinced him to stay. The dragon had even decided to turn the young warrior back into an adult as a farewell gift.
So why was it that Vegeta had the feeling deep within his soul that something major was coming? There were no dragon balls in which to use, and no one in the entire universe dared to attack Earth because of the two Saiyan warriors protecting it. He must have been imagining things. The past year had been too peaceful; he was getting restless for another battle.
He walked past the living room and saw a purple haired young man sleeping on the couch. The warrior huffed irritably and covered the man with a blanket.
"Stubborn boy," he mumbled to himself, "he can be the president of Capsule Corp. all he wants, but if he expects me to play daddy every time he passes out from working too hard he has another thing coming. Honestly, I expected my son to be smarter than that."
Vegeta stared down at his sleeping son and felt a twinge of pride. This boy had turned into a Super Saiyan when he must have been at least eight years old and could hold his own against him back then. He was a mighty warrior that the Saiyan prince could easily be proud of, and was.
The black haired warrior continued walking until he came full circle and was starting to crawl back into bed. The sleeping woman hadn't moved a muscle since he had left, but as soon as he was back under the covers her unconscious body turned over and used his shoulder as a pillow; while draping her arm over his chest. It was unbelievable how restless this woman could be at times.
Vegeta was just about to fall back asleep when he suddenly felt a powerful pressure shake the foundation of the house and the very air he breathed. He quickly lurched out of bed and ran to the window.
Everything was shaking. Car alarms were going off, the air was almost visible with pressure, the road was beginning to crack, street lamps were flickering on and off wildly in the streets, and a low rumble could be heard throughout the city. What the Hell was going on?
"Vegeta," Bulma suddenly sat up in bed and clutched the blanket close to her, "what's going on?"
"I'm not sure," Vegeta stated sternly. "But whatever it is, I don't like it."
He quickly sprinted out of the house and into the yard to see where the pressure was coming from. Trunks joined him shortly after with a wild look on his face. "Father, what is that? I haven't felt a power like this since Shenron went completely ballistic!"
"Why does everyone ask me? I have no idea what that is!" Vegeta snapped. He knew it was a little harsh, even for him, but he had no clue what was going on. He couldn't even tell where the intense power was coming from. It seemed to be surrounding the whole city, and yet it felt like it was far away.
Suddenly, the power was gone. It felt as though the pressure had just evaporated into thin air. There wasn't even a trace of damage done to the city from what anyone could see, except for the few cracks in the road and the car alarms going off. What had just happened?
Bulma and Bulla came running outside with wide eyes.
"Vegeta, I just got a call from Chi-Chi," Bulma announced. "Apparently they just felt the same exact pressure we did! Only it caused a few of their trees to go down over there. I think whatever caused that huge power is closer to them than it is us!"
Vegeta glanced over at Trunks. "Let's go, son." His hair suddenly turned yellow as his power increased to that of a Super Saiyan.
Trunks blinked in confusion and nodded. "Uh…right!" He quickly joined his father and transformed.
"Wait, where are you two going?" Bulla asked.
"We're going to go look for the source of that power," Vegeta explained. "We're going to go to Kakarot's home first and see if they have any ideas about what could have caused that kind of pressure. You two can either come with or stay here and wait for us to return."
And with that, the two Super Saiyans flew off towards Goku's residence located in the mountains.
"Well, I don't plan on just sitting around and waiting for my husband and son to come back with their tails between their legs after being beaten up by whatever it is that caused that power wave," Bulma stated boldly as she turned towards the garage. "Come on, Bulla! We're following them!"
The teen blinked and smiled confidently. "You bet!"
Within five minutes the two women were flying in the fastest jet in their garage towards the mountains to find out what was going on.
Vegeta and Trunks finally made it to the fairly large hut located in the mountains and landed outside of the quaint house and were immediately greeted by a group of people: three women and four men.
Did you guys feel that too?" the most muscular of the men asked seriously. His hair was long and spiked and there was an out of place, stern look in his eye.
"Kakarot," Vegita powered down and walked up to the other Saiyan, "do you know where the source of that power came from?"
"Hey, Goku," Trunks greeted kindly, "is everyone alright over here?"
Goku smiled at Trunks and nodded. "Yeah, we're all just fine. Just a few trees fell over, but none of them fell on the house." He turned back to Vegeta. "And, no, I don't know where that power came from. I was hoping you would have an idea."
"Hey, Trunks!" The youngest man standing in the group greeted excitedly. He had short, spiked hair and was wearing a pair of jeans with a white, long sleeved shirt. "How's it going?"
Trunks smiled at his friend. "Hey, Goten, it's going pretty good; well, minus that strange pressure we felt back home."
The second oldest man walked up with a girl standing next to him. He looked almost exactly like Goten and also had short, spikey hair. The only difference was that he was a bit more muscular and was wearing a pair of glasses.
"Hey, Trunks," he greeted, "how bad are things in the city?"
"Hey, Gohan," Trunks replied. "The city itself is just fine. We only had a few cracks in the road and some car alarms went off, but it was crazy! It was even difficult to breathe. It felt like the air had suddenly disappeared."
"That's exactly how it felt here!" The girl standing by Gohan's side blurted out. She had shoulder length, black hair and a very tomboy attitude.
"Pan's right," Gohan explained. "We had the same exact feeling here, but we're not sure where it came from. But after hearing all that, whatever the source of that power is must be closer to us than it is to the city."
"And here I thought we were done with all the super powered villains!" an older woman, about Bulma's age, with short, black hair whined. "Can't we ever get a break?"
"Chi-Chi, it's not very surprising that someone came to Earth," the woman with long, black hair standing next to the exasperated woman stated. "We have the two strongest warriors in the universe here. Maybe they just want to test their strength."
"That might be, Videl, but we can't rule out the fact that they may also have other intentions," Gohan stated. "Usually, those who come to Earth want something more than just to have a small sparring match."
"Then I say we hurry up and find this thing so we can wipe him out before he causes any trouble," Vegeta stated firmly. "Don't forget. We don't have the dragon balls anymore to wish people back if they get killed by whatever it is that caused that power surge. We can't just sit around and wait for it to strike first."
"Vegeta, I know what you mean," Goku said sympathetically, "but we don't even know where that power came from. It was only here for a few minutes before it completely disappeared. Whoever or whatever it is that caused it obviously knows how to hide their energy. It's going to be like trying to find the androids before Cell came. The only way to find this thing is if we split up and look for them."
"Oh, no!" Chi-Chi exclaimed. "I am not allowing my family to go after some psycho who they can't even sense and have no idea what this thing looks like. The last time that happened Goku died and Gohon nearly lost an arm!"
"Woman, this may be the only way to make sure we don't all die!" Vegeta shouted.
"If I could make a suggestion," a green man wearing a turban and cape stated, "why don't we just wait a few days to see if we don't feel the pressure again. We all got to feel a good amount of it to recognize the energy if even a small amount of it gets released. We can track the source that way."
"Oh, hey, Piccolo," Goku exclaimed. "When did you get here?"
"I've been here the whole time, Goku," Piccolo stated irritably.
"Oh, you were? I didn't notice," Goku smiled. "Are you planning on helping us find this newcomer?"
Piccolo smirked. "Hell no, I'm getting too old for this crap."
"Are you insane?" Vegeta growled. "Who knows when the thing is going to release any energy again? And who knows how many people it might kill by then? How do we even know if there will still be a planet to protect by the time that happens?"
A strong wind suddenly swept past the group of people as a Capsule Corp. jet landed in the grass a few meters away.
"Hey, everyone, what's up?" Bulma waved as she stepped out of the jet. Bulla joined shortly after.
"We're trying to figure out the best way to tackle this newcomer," Trunks informed. "Dad thinks that we need to go out and try to find whatever it is that caused that surge of power, and Piccolo suggested that we wait until the person releases some of their energy again."
Bulma pinched her chin between her thumb and index finger. "Well, I have to agree with Piccolo."
"What?" Vegeta exclaimed. "Have you finally lost your mind?"
"I'm saying that if you spend all your energy scouring the Earth trying to find this thing, how are you going to fight it if you find it?" Bulma shouted back at her husband. "Think for once! If you wait until you feel the energy or until we see something on TV, then you can just fly to that location and take care of whoever has that kind of power."
"By the time it's on the news, people will already be dead," Vegeta stated through clenched teeth. "We don't have the dragon balls anymore, so we can't just wish everything back to normal once the fight is over!"
"As much as I agree with Vegeta on this, we may have to wait it out," Goku said sullenly.
Everyone automatically stared at the Saiyan with wide eyes.
"Kakarot, are you honestly saying that you would rather wait until people die to find this thing?" Vegeta growled. His fists were clenched so tightly he could feel blood pooling in the palm of his hands.
"I don't want people to die," Goku replied. "But if the only way we can figure out where this power is coming from, it may be the only way!"
Vegeta huffed and crossed his arms in defeat. "Fine, do whatever you people want. Just don't come crying for my help when half of the world is destroyed and you can't handle whatever it is that decided to visit."
"Then it's decided," Gohan smiled. "We'll wait until we feel that energy again before we go off searching for this person. Besides, we never know. They could just be here for some sight-seeing."
"Oh, yes, because I am so sure that someone with that kind of power came to this planet just to see the fall leaves," Vegeta said sarcastically.
"But how are we going to keep in contact with each other if we live nearly five-hundred miles apart?" Pan asked. "I mean, even if we sense the power again, how do we signal the others if they aren't close enough to feel it?"
Everybody thought for a moment, and then Bulma clapped her hands together.
"Well, it looks like we're having another sleep over like we did when Cell was running rampant! We can use our house as a home base so we can all check in and update on what we all know."
"Sounds good to me," Goku laughed.
"Sure, I'm game. It'll be just like old times," Gohan nodded.
Vegeta closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm surrounded by idiots."
