Personal Note: I did not create Dragonball, though I wish I did. This story takes place after the Majin Bu Saga; it helps to be familiar with the characters after the Bu Saga and with some of GT. This story is based on a concept given by Sandra S, a great anime fan that has a true creative flare.
Prologue: Since the Death of Majin Bu
It has been five years since the battle against the evil Majin Bu; Goku and the other heroes of the Earth have enjoyed the serene peace that has settled since the destruction of the ultimate evil that plagued the universe. Regardless of the peace, there are still lesser evils on Earth, the petty evils committed by petty men, petty crimes.
Crime still runs rampant throughout the world; these acts are nothing serious, only elaborate, almost silly, attempts for fame made by eccentric individuals who decide to break the law, the sort of problems the humans can solve on their own. Normal humans breaking normal human laws being stopped by normal human guardians, the way the Earth was forty years ago.
Now that the humans can care for themselves, the Z Warriors have taken advantage of this time to perfect their lives. Some have settled down, started families, and have not set a thought to fighting. Others though, have used this time to prepare for the unexpected, should the Z Warriors ever need to return to defend the inhabitants of the Earth.
Chapter I: The Starting of a New FamilyVidel ran her hand across her stomach with a warm content smile. She sighed and continued to fold the tiny clothing received as gifts, she was starting to feel comfortable at the home she and Gohan had just built. It was adjacent to her new in-laws, the Son Family.
Since the age of ten, Videl had always lived with her father in the Capital City, Satan City as it was dubbed, in the opulent mansion given to them by the grateful people of the Earth. Before that, she never really had a place to call home, she traveled with her father, while he fought in martial arts tournaments, and she stayed in the hotel. Mr. Satan was always a talented martial artist, but then used his training to support his daughter, and also to get over the pain of losing his wife. Wherever her father went, little Videl toted along loyally, thinking her father was the greatest hero. She never saw him fight though, her father never wanted to have his daughter see how violently their money came about. That made him an even bigger hero in her eyes.
She will always be her daddy's little girl, but now there was someone else in her life. Another great hero, who in turn, was a descendant of Earth's greatest hero; Videl knew the truth now, the entire truth. About Cell, about Freezer, about the Androids, the Saiya-jin race, she knew it all. She accepted that her father was not the most powerful being on earth. Somehow, she had always known, it was impossible for a man like her father to be as strong as he claimed; yet she still believed, out of faith and love.
She knew her father was a normal man. That was why the truth was so easy for her to accept. Now she had fallen in love with the hero that had saved the Earth; upon learning the truth, she was angry with her father stealing the glory that rightfully belonged to Gohan, but her husband never cared for the glory. He never wanted it, and he never will. That heart of gold was one of the most endearing traits Videl loved about her husband, that same heart of gold that made her love her father.
Bulma came into the room with a stack of tiny clothes and noticed Videl's moment of tranquil maternity. "Is anything the matter?"
"Oh, it's nothing," Videl replied as she sat down heavily. She gently brushed her hair away from her face. It had finally grown back to its original length.
Bulma had not noticed that Chi-Chi was in the room as well, sitting in a corner holding a pair of chopsticks that twitched in her fingers. She sat quietly with a shocked look on her face, and a slight twitching of her eye. "Oh…hi…Chi-Chi."
Nothing.
"Oh, that's right. Videl?"
"Yes, Bulma"
"Chi-Chi…"
"She isn't taking the news very well."
"I can see that."
"I told her during dinner—"
"Oh really?"
"Eight months ago."
"Ech."
"Well, she started moving recently."
"Oh, well that's good."
"At least she's stopped mumbling."
"Mumbling?"
"Yeah, she was calling me a cradle-robbing whore and saying that I've corrupted her baby, her little Gohan."
"She's taking it better than I thought." Bulma replied looking out the window. "How's Goku taking it?"
"He's excited, more excited than Gohan actually. He loves the idea of having a grandchild."
"It's hard to picture Goku as a grandfather. Its even harder to picture Little Gohan as a father."
"MY GOHAN IS NOT THE FATHER!!!" Chi-Chi cried out. She immediately went back into her catatonic state.
After a slight pause, "Anyway, I can remember when Bra was born," Bulma continued with a bashful smile on her face, "Trunks was so excited; he thought he was going to have a little brother. He was disappointed for a while."
"Gohan told me. Goten was pretty upset too, he wanted to have another pal to play with, but they get over it, they always do."
"Those boys, Trunks just turned thirteen—"
"And Goten, twelve." Videl had gotten really close to the Son Family.
"Where has the time gone?"
Both sighed a sigh of nostalgia at the same time, and realizing what just happened, both mothers giggled like schoolgirls.
After a moment of silence and folding clothes, Videl came across a little orange gi and held it up. Videl smiled, "Oh that Goku."
Bulma looked up, she smiled too. "He'll never change."
"He's excited, he wants the baby to be a boy, he said, 'it'll be fun to train with the baby.'"
"Train with the baby? You mean when the child is older, right?"
"Oh no, the baby. The child is a Saiya-jin, and Vegeta told him," Videl crossed her arms, closed her eyes and put an exaggerated frown on her face, "When a human and Saiya-jin reproduce, a hybrid is born. The Saiya-jin genes in the hybrid must be fiercer than normal since they need to compensate for the weakness of its humanity, thus resulting in a higher fighting power. It's rather simple, the less percentage of Saiya-jin in the hybrid's blood means a higher initial power level.' or something like that." Videl released her impression and blushed as Bulma giggled. "So since Gohan is half Saiya-jin," Videl had never gotten used to saying that word, "and I'm human, that means the baby is going to be quarter Saiya-jin. That means that he will be a powerful child, and a great warrior."
"He said the same about Trunks. That Vegeta."
"Goku got so excited once Vegeta said that. He still shivers with the idea of having a child with a ki as powerful as Vegeta says it is."
"But won't he hurt the child?"
"Oh come now Bulma, you know Goku, the last thing he would ever do is hurt anyone."
"Your right."
"At least we have Gohan to be the more reasonable male member of the family, he's so sweet."
"HE WAS INNOCENT BEFORE HE MET YOU!!!" Rumbled from the corner of the room.
"Is it my imagination or is Vegeta more…domesticated?" Videl asked, glancing out the window to the balcony where Goku and the Saiya-jin Prince were conversing.
"Oh yes, he's settled down so much. I thought he was going to pressure Trunks into continuing the legacy but he's actually been supportive of the idea of Trunks someday taking over the Capsule Corporation. Oh I can just picture him…sitting in his huge office, wearing a sharp suit, looking so smart and handsome with his glasses, answering phones, being a really responsible man. He really wants to be an executive."
"Is that what he wants, or is that what you want." Said Videl with a little smirk.
"Oh, he doesn't know it yet. Either way, he is going to have to become president, Vegeta thinks it's nonsense, so HE'LL never do it. Executives have run the company since Papa died. It's a matter of principle, a family corporation must be run by a family member."
"Well, you're right."
"Of course I'm right. A smart and beautiful woman like me is always right," Bulma said. Videl only blushed, noticing the age lines around Bulma's mouth.
"Yes, well…look at them, talking up a storm."
Outside, by a huge glimmering car stood Goku being lectured by Vegeta, who spoke with an immense pride for his new car. He boasted about it as though it were a prize from a great conquest.
"Look at this engine Kakarroto, it has more power than any other car that came before it. It can go from zero to one hundred and fifty kilometers in under six seconds. I would let you drive it Kakarroto, but you are not worthy of being behind the wheel of such a fine machine..."
Goku is not even listening; he just stood with his hands tucked behind his head and staring up at the sky, acting like a child. Easily distracted.
"KAKARROTO!!! I'M TALKING TO YOU!!!"
"Aww…" Goku turned back his attention with a bored look on his face.
"As I was saying, Kakarroto, this car has a finish on it that…"
"Vegeta…"
"What is it Kakarroto?"
Goku put his hands in his pockets, kicking at stone on the ground. "I was just wondering. We can both fly right?"
"Okay," Vegeta replied with a suspicious look on his face.
"We can both fly at mind boggling speeds that no human is capable of surviving,"
"Right."
"And we ARE the most powerful beings in the known Universe…"
"Correct."
"Why would we need a car?"
After a slight pause, "Don't question me, Kakarroto. This enamel is a rare shade of red…"
Goku grumbled, and kicked at a patch of grass. Listening to Vegeta was always a chore, but at least Goku could relax. Vegeta stopped telling him death threats. He looked up at the sky. Looking at the clouds. He saw one that looked like a bowl of rice, another looked like a car, and another looks like a cup of tea…green tea. One that looked like a platter of baked fish. One that looked like fried shrimp. Roasted pork ribs. Chicken legs. Wings. Beef tips.
Goku was hungry now for some reason