Rebirth Saga: How Bad can it Be?


Disclaimer: I do not own dbz or any of it's contents - This is just a for-fun fic

Note 1: This story is true to canon. It is written as if it were five years after the buu saga. Just now though I came to the realization that this is around the same time Battle of the Gods occurred. Since I have only read summaries and not actually seen the movie I am going to try my best to avoid anything that would clash with the plot of Battle of the Gods. Hope that clears somethings up if you were wondering about the timeline.

Note 2: So Chapters 1-5 are a little shorter than the rest (about 2000 to 3000 words) since at the time they were written the story was still kind of developing in my mind. Now that I have the plot fully developed later chapters are less scatter brained and longer than the first four or five (between 4000 and 5000 words approximately. Just thought you should know :D

Hope you enjoy the fic and Happy Reading!


Ring, Ring...

"Don't worry mum I've got it!" The dair-haired preteen yelled as he erupted out of his room and soared through the hall at a speed no normal person could ever hope to achieve.

"Goten what did I say about flying in the..." Chi-chi's voice was drowned out by the sound of her half saiyan son blasting by "...house"

The picture frames on the walls were rattling fiercely and were threatening to come crashing down. Chi-Chi gasped, immediately rushing to keep them from shattering. Her quick reflexes saved the family memorabilia.

"GOTEN!" She yelled angrily as she balanced the frames in her arms.

"Sorry" He hollered back at his teetering mother as he picked up the phone.

"Trunks!" Goten could not contain his excitement. He always excited to talk to his most dear friend, but today he could hardly contain himself. Today was their favourite day of the year.

"Goten!" Came the equally excited voice of the little prince on the other end.

"Oh, I knew it'd be you calling."

Trunks sighed, "Nothing gets by you does it?"

Had Goten physically been with Trunks in that moment, he would have noticed the uncanny resemblance between father and son as Trunks pinched his furrowed brow between his index finger and his thumb.

"Nope, nothing!" Goten smiled at what he thought was a compliment coming from his best-friend.

Trunks sighed again, he was getting tired of these antics. It was time to get down to business.

"Well since nothing gets by you, you must remember what day it is?"

"Uh-hun, I'm so excited I've collected the three dra-"

"SHUT UP" Trunks yelled through the phone. Clearly his suggestion to his younger companion had been too harsh for the boy to handle. Trunks only realized it when he began to hear the sobs of 12 year old echoing from the other end of the phone. Trunks was a teenager now, and he was damn proud of it, he had no more time for crying children. But hearing his friend's restrained sobs pained the young demi-saiyan.

"Shh, Goten, don't cry." Trunks was attempting to mimic the comforting voice his mother used when she had to calm him down and after a few moments of cooing Goten's sobs ceased.

"I just feel so bad when you get mad at me." Goten confessed.

Trunks couldn't help but laugh. As Goten heard the cheery release, a smile crossed his face.

"Goten I'm not mad, we just can't have our parents finding out about today." Trunks paused. "Especially not this year."

Goten was confused. "What's so special this year."

Trunks hesitated hearing noise from the other room. Praying it wasn't his father, who would have overheard with his super-sensory hearing, Trunks decided he needed to end the conversation – and fast.

"Later. Noon. Usual place. Bye."

"But -" The phone was dead on the other end.

"Oh well," Goten shrugged. He looked over to the clock, which was hanging at an odd angle from his early rampage down the hall. It was eleven. He would have to get going soon.

Goten walked down the hall towards his parents room and peered in. His dad, whom Goten seemed to be an exact clone of, was taking a nap on the bed. Goten listened to the noises of the house determining that his mother was in the kitchen. Right as he almost turned on his heels to ask her if he could visit his lavender-haired friend he decided against it. He did not wanted to get wrangled into helping in the kitchen or worse... studying. Goten shuddered at the thought.

No, his dad was his best bet at freedom, but even five years after his father's return Goten still felt awkward around the man. The way Goten saw it, his father had chosen death over him, over their family. Even though he was back now a hindrance of hostility remained lingering in the house hold. It's not that the Son family didn't love Goku, it was really more there doubt of how much he loved them.

He's just never here. Goten thought as he looked on at the rare sight of his father at home. Goku was always with the Z-Warriors or training alone. Goten thought about it, he loved and admired his father with all of his heart but sometimes he wished his dad had more time for him, especially considering how much he missed before.

Goten walked in the room. As he approached his dad he noticed drool running down the man's face. Goten bursted out with laughter startling the sleeping saiyan.

Son Goku's eyes shot open and he sat up. The first thing he noticed was his youngest son rolling around on the ground in a fit of giggles.

"Hey, what's so funny?" Goku smiled as he lifted his arm and placed his palm on the back of his head.

Goten restrained his laughter, hoping he could fool his dad in carrying on his day with drool down his face. "Oh, nothing."

"Alright then" Replied Goku with a trusting smile, the same smile that was passed down to Goten.

Then there was silence as the pair stared at each other, waiting for the other to speak.

"So, what's up?" Goku finally said looking at his son. He placed an even wider smile across his face to hide the guilt and awkwardness he felt around his youngest. Goku had been trying his hardest to bond with Goten, but after all this time he was beginning to feel like he had really missed some crucial years.

"Oh right" Goten paused for a moment to remember what he had come to ask. A mischievous smile crossed his face as he remembered. "Can I go play with Trunks?"

Goku, eager to please his son, did not miss a beat. "Yeah sure!"

"Thanks dad!" Goten turned to leave the room.

"Hold on one minute young man."

"Shit" Goten mumble under his breath.

"What did you just say mister?" Chi-chi's figure was blocking the exit of the room.

"Nothing." He replied quickly. Goku laughed.

"Mhm, that's what I thought." She paused. "Now where are you off too in such a hurry."

"Goingtoplaywithtrunksdadalreadysaidyes" Goten blurted out fast.

"Are Bulma and Vegeta home?" She cringed at the older prince's name, she would never forgive him for tearing apart her family, but she knew he was one of the few that could keep the boys in line. "You and Trunks get into too much trouble alone."

Goten put on the best lying face he could muster. He was an awful liar. Then again, technically he wasn't lying, he reasoned mentally, they would be at the Vegeta-Briefs eventually that afternoon...

"Yup" He said with a smile that was uncharacteristically large, even for Goten.

Chi-Chi studied her son. He was up to something, but Goku had already said yes.

"Fine, Go." If it was possible Goten's smile widened even more.

She would be calling the Vegeta-Briefs residence later that afternoon.


"Especially not this year, what?"

Fuck. The only word that came to Trunks. He almost let it escape his lips, but when he felt his father's hand come down on his shoulder his lips sealed tight before the profanity could escape. Trunks arched his head and turned it to see his father, in his full training gear, standing over him as he sat on the couch. The stern look in his father's eyes used to be able to make Trunks tremble, but that was when he was a kid, he was a teenager now.

"Oh you know." Trunks waved at his dad dismissively. "School Stuff."

Vegeta crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. Trunks knew this loosely translated to 'explain or train' and Trunks could not afford to be stuck training, not today.

"Just this girl, dad." Trunks observed his father. Vegeta didn't cringe at the endearing term 'dad'. Trunks knew that this meant his father was in a good mood. Probably had a good training session this morning he concluded. He smirked slightly, knowing this meant he could continue his elaborate lie. "She's in love with me. I especially don't want her in my class this year she's a pain in the ass. I'm headed over to Goten's now to tell him about it actually."

Trunks ended his tall tail, proud of what he could come up with on the spot. But as he got off the couch and went to leave he noticed Vegeta's eyebrow did not retreat and if anything it was raised even higher.

Trunks knew exactly what to say. "Most of these pathetic human girls aren't worth my time." Again he waved dismissively.

"Hn." Vegeta gave his son an approving nod and Trunks knew this was permission to go.

Vegeta watched his son bolt out of the Capsule Cooperation compound. Little did Trunks know, his father knew exactly what these boys did every year on this day. Vegeta moved to the couch and sat down. He flipped on the TV.

Not watching the images on screen, he was caught up in his thoughts. The boys were so good at keeping this whole thing a secret, what was so special about this year.

What ever it is, it can't be good knowing those two. His brat was the master of mischief, and Kakarott's spawn was one of his sons most loyal companions. He smirked at his sons menacing nature and wondered if that's what he would have been like had it not been for the monster Frieza. A shudder ran down his spine and Vegeta quickly pushed aside any thoughts of the villain that consistently haunted him.

Re-focusing on the problem at hand, for a split second Vegeta contemplated telling Bulma about the brat's annual antics but he quickly dismissed the thought when he realized it would involve him revealing he knew all along which would end up with him on the couch. No he would not tell the woman.

Vegeta decided it was in his own best interest to do nothing. If the boys didn't get caught everything would remain as they were. And if they did get caught he would most definitely be the one elected to hand out their punishment, which always amused him. He smirked and concluded that it was definitely better to do nothing. The brats were decent by Vegeta's standard.

So really he thought How bad could it be?


Trunks was more than impatient as he waited on the steps of his school for his friend to arrive. He looked on his dragon radar for the time. Just before noon. He turned back and stared at the school. He hated school, he was way smarted than any of the teachers there and the earth-children were all too weak to play with. He turned around looking away from the disgusting building and smirked at the thought that when school started tomorrow he probably would not be in attendance. He looked to the sky and quickly sensed a familiar ki shooting towards him. Jumping to his feet and grabbing his backpack he raced down the stairs.

"Goten!" Trunks was more then excited when his friend finally arrived at their meeting place.

"Hey Trunks!" The two best-friends ran and hugged each other. Today was their favourite day of the year, which of course they always planned to be before the worst day of their year.

The two demi-saiyans were positively beaming. "You got the stuff?" Asked Trunks.

Goten smiled. "Yup!" He opened his bag to reveal three dragon balls. "You?"

"Duh" Trunks flipped his bag off his back to reveal three more.

Goten jumped up and down in excitement. "Woohoo! Let go get the last one!"

Trunks smiled and gave a short nod in agreement. Both the boys whipped out identical dragon radars from their bags and turned them on. Trunks smiled realizing where the last dragon ball was. He looked up at his friends.

"Really Goten?" Trunks sighed and looked at his friend.

"What?"

"You're holding it upside down." Trunks snatched Goten's radar and flipped it the right way. "Honestly sometime I wonder why I even made you one."

"Hey, I found all three of mine by myself this year!" Goten defended himself.

Trunks was about to make a snide remark but held back, even Goten's stupidity couldn't get to him today. Trunks laughed, "Good job bud, I'm proud of you." He slapped Goten on the back in congratulations. Trunks was in fact proud of his friend, every year since they started doing this Trunks had previously helped Goten find his half of the dragon balls. Maybe this kid is finally growing a brain Trunks chuckled at himself.

"Well we are headed towards the Amazon."

Goten stared blankely.

Trunks explained further. "It's a rainforest."

"It rains trees?"

Trunks jaw dropped at his friend. "Seriously?"

Goten shrugged.

Trunks just chuckled. "Don't worry it's way better than last year."

Goten reminisced about having to dig through the ice in Antarctica last year, they were so cold they even took the time to move before they made their wish.

"Ok! " The boys smiled at each other.

"Just remember to keep your ki as low as possible." Trunks warned his friend, with his father already suspicious he most definitely did not want to get caught before he could go through with his plan. "Let's go."

They were off.

The dragon ball was not at all hard to find. It was sitting a top a tree and was easily snatched up by the two boys. The boys floated down to the ground and were nothing but smiles.

Trunks' smiled slightly faded. Goten immediately picked up on his friends new demeanour. "What's wrong?"

"Goten." Trunks fiddled with his hands, what if his friend said no. "I have something to ask you."

Goten looked at his friend. Trunks had had the same expression last year, Goten immediately remembered why. "Trunks I told you last year you couldn't wish for Bra to be gone!"

Trunks laughed remembered how he wanted to be rid of his squealing, screaming baby sister. It was a joke at the time, well mostly a joke.

"No it's not that. I was just wondering, if maybe this year, I could have both wishes?"

"Aw but Trunks, I was going to wish for a new water park..." Goten sulked.

"I need two wishes for my plan to work." Trunks pleaded. For a second Trunks considered just taking both wishes before Goten could say anything but he realized he'd never be able to do that to his best friend.

"What plan?" Asked Goten curiously.

"Well," Trunks always got embarrassed talking about his feelings. "We don't fit in here Goten. We aren't like the humans."

Goten's smile faded a bit. "I know" Goten kicked the dirt.

"When I turned thirteen my father gave me this." He pulled a symbol on a chain out from under his shirt. Goten looked confused so Trunks continued. "It's the Royal Crest of Vegeta-sei."

Goten stared in amazement. Goten was in absolute awe. He dropped his mouth several times to say something, but nothing came out. Finally he managed to say what was on his mind. "Uncle Vegeta actually gave you a present?"

Trunks couldn't help but giggle. His dad hadn't technically given it to him, he just woke up with it on the day he turned thirteen. When he asked his mother what it was she had told him. His father never mentioned it, and Trunks said nothing to him about it.

"Well kind of, I just woke up with it on." Goten still couldn't get over the fact that Vegeta, of all people actually gave something to someone. "Anyways, it got me thinking, what if Vegeta-sei was still here?"

Goten thought hard for a moment. "But we aren't full-saiyans either."

"That's why I need two wishes." Trunks smirked. "One to bring Vegete-sei back, and one to bring it close to earth." Goten still stared blankly. "That way we can be with humans and saiyans." Goten focus and finally seemed to understand that they could have the best of both worlds.

"I don't know Trunks, won't we get in trouble."

Trunks shrugged. "Yeah, probably. At first, definitely. But think about it. We won't have to go to human school tomorrow, we could go to school there. We could meet our Grand-Parents. Our fathers could see their home again. My mum and dad could still be together. We can finally learn what Vegeta-sei was like" Trunks then puffed out his chest and pointed to himself proudly. "And I would be Prince, and you would be my right-hand man." Trunks deflated a little and thought to himself "And maybe my dad will finally like me".

Goten smiled. This all sounded great to him, other than the part about getting in trouble, but he and Trunks got in trouble all the time.

Trunks was observing his best-friend, not wanting to interrupt his though-process (or else Goten would inevitably have to re-start thinking which would take even longer). When Trunks saw the smile plaster itself across his friend's face, he knew his plan was about to come into action.

Goten beamed. "Sounds great. I want to meet my Grandpa!"

Trunks rushed into the arms of his friend hugging him tight. "Thank you."

"Ugh, Trunks, this hurts." Trunks laughed and let go.

The two friends began to empty the dragon balls onto the ground next to the seven-star ball they had just retrieved. Soon the seven dragon balls were in a circle on the ground, their bright orange shade contrasting with the green vegetation that surrounded them. The skies erupted in a furry of clouds and thunder. The forest around the boys awoke and creatures of all kinds were scattering around for shelter from what was to come.

The eternal dragon, Shenlong bounded through the sky in all his glory. The boys stood strong, smiling up at the intimidating creature. It was time to make their wishes.

Trunks and Goten beamed up into the sky both excited at the promise of finally fitting in.

Trunks smirked. They were going to be in big trouble for this. Eventually though, it would make his life better, Goten's life better, their families lives better.

So really he thought How bad could it be?