Chapter One
"Mom do I really have to study?" Gohan asked as he followed his mother into the small kitchen. Chi Chi rolled her eyes and looked down at her sixteen year old son. He was growing up to look more and more like his father before him; his black eyes were gentle and pleading as he scratched his short black hair that seemed to be naturally spiked.
"Of course you have to study! I don't want you to grow up to be a gangster like your father! Is that so wrong?" Chi Chi asked as she shook her son back and forth. Gohan endured his mother's mood swing for several seconds until she released his shoulders. She was no longer as young as she had been and wrickles were forming around her dull eyes, raising a sayajin son had had its effects on her as she breathed in deeply.
"But Egypt is a thing of the past! You need to move on mom." Chi Chi stopped dead in her tracks with her shoulders tensing. Gohan began to back up as he felt his mother's ki raise, although she was older she still had a fire burning deep inside of her that he always seemed to be able to draw out.
"One, two, ten!" Chi Chi turned around showing her face that had taken on a violent shade of red. Gohan's pupils began to pulsate as he looked up at his mother that was coming closer to him with heavy footsteps. "Your father grew up with out an education and look what happened to him, he's dead! Do you want to die!? That can be arranged may I mind you!"
"I'm sorry mom." Gohan studdered as he backed away. "I am looking forward to studying about Egypt." He then turned and in a dead sprint ran to his room. When he reached the door he quickly shut it and took a deep breath, he now knew not to cross his mother again. Gosh dad, how you could handle her and live? He leaned against the door and looked at the desk directly across from him, on it was a pencil with several piles of paper on the brown wood top.
He sighed and took a seat in front of the desk as he had done so many times before. He understood why his mother wanted him to study, but he didn't understand why so much. He held his pencil in between his fingers and began to tap it on top of one of the papers impatiently, he knew that he would never be able to concentrate with the others training and having fun. He looked down at the notes he had taken and closed his eyes as he took a very deep breath.
"This is going to be harder then I thought." Gohan said while he opened his eyes and grabbed one of the large books on top of a pile and set it in front of him. When he turned to the first page of the book he looked at a portrait of a pharoah that strangely ressembled Vegeta. Man Saiyajins were around then too? Gohan chuckled to himself as he turned to the next page after skimming the information.
Gohan continued to tap his pencil under after several minutes he grunted in frustration. He read the information but couldn't keep any of it in and broke his pencil as he set it down onto the large text book.
"If I am ever going to remember this stuff, I need to relate it to things I know now." Gohan thought to himself as he looked at the book once more. Okay so lets start here, Gohan thought as he turned back to page one. The Pharaoh was the ruler of the kingdom, usual proud and cruel. Gohan read from the text book. "Oh that's Vegeta, that would make Bulma the queen, and I guess that means that Trunks is the Prince."
He then moved to the next page and read on, Priests would shave their heads and had sacred tattoos. "Krillin!" Gohan exclaimed, it fit his description surprisingly well, Krillin had been a monk and did save his head, up until recently when he had decided to grow it out for A-18.
Warriors were highly regarded and protected the Pharaoh with their lives. "That's Mr. Piccolo and my dad." Gohan said smiling. His father and Piccilo were the two people above all he respected; each day he tried more and more to be like them, but was forced to study instead.
"Gohan! Are you studying?" Chi Chi yelled from the other room.
"Yes mom." Gohan replied. He then quickly began to read and relate the subject to his everyday life. "At least this makes it interesting."
***
Novi watched Gohan from the window and overheard his thoughts, she smiled cruelly as Vegeta did when he was about to kill an enemy or his son. Unlike her usual green armor she was in a brown tank top with black tight pants making her look extremly human. It wasn't in her nature to look completly mortal so rather then simply brown hair she had added a stripe of green and red to make her stand out.
"Gohan my boy, I think you may be on to something..." She thought out loud as she walked away from the house and towards the city. She looked at the ground and she stroked her chin in deep contemplation.
As soon as she was about to enter the forest her head shot up and a gleam reflected in her eyes as an idea entered her mind. She laughed as she continued to walk down the path, plotting her revenge against the Z-Fighters.
***
Vegeta walked out of the gravity room with a towel draped over one of his shoulders. His hair stood straight up as it had since he was a small child and was damp with sweat, it remained jet black with the exception of one hair next to his ear. Rather then his usual blue and white Saiyajin armor, he was in a very tight black wife beater that enhanced his upper body muscles, and a pair of black Nike snappy pants that were slightly baggy around his legs.
Bulma walked around the corner just as Vegeta entered and smiled. She was in a tight red tank top that showed off a great deal of her upper body making the men rave, she was a mother but looked as if she was unmarried and younger then 25. Unlike her usual dress she was in a skin tight black skirt that revealed her curvy figure. Her blue hair was no longer permed or "Is that a gray hair I see?" Bulma asked as her Saiayjin mate as he walked past her. Vegeta looked puzzled until Bulma pointed at the single strand of gray hair. Vegeta's eyes seemed to widen as he stood perfectly still until panicing and running to the silver toaster, in his reflection he saw the single strand of grey hair.
"What the hell?!" Vegeta exclaimed. He took two of his fingers and gently grabbed the hair to inspect it more carefully.
"Don't get all anal about it Vegeta, it's called hair dye." Bulma said as she began to place the stack of dirty dishes in the dish washer. Living with two Saiyjins had its downfalls, one being the dishes, the other trying to keep one from killing the other.
"It's all that brats fault!" Vegeta said growling. He began to regain his composure as Bulma walked behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He rolled his eyes and she kissed his cheek.
"I think it's kinda sexy." Bulma said suductively as she bit her mate's ear.
Vegeta purred and turned around as Bulma moved her arms around his neck. Vegeta lifted her to a seating position on the contour top with his hands on her thighs. She still knew how to cheer Vegeta up after all the years they had lived together, and neither one complained. Vegeta leaned over slowly and began to gently kiss her lips, Bulma returned the gesture as they began to kiss deeper and deeper until.
"Dad, can Goten come over?" Trunks asked as he tugged on his fathers pants. Vegeta slowly looked down at his son, glaring at him violently.
"Have I ever cared? Why are you always here, don't you go to school." Vegeta asked coldly.
"I do go to school." Trunks said confused.
"Well why aren't you there?" Vegeta asked as he moved away from Bulma unwillingly.
Trunks gulped as his father stood before him. "Because it's Saturday."
"Haven't you ever heard of Saturday school?!" Vegeta said loudly with a vein popping out of his forehead. "Go ahead. Go to his house!" Vegeta said as he moved back towards Bulma smirking in his usual manor. Their lips were about to touch when Vegeta felt a familiar tug on his pant leg, he opened his eyes and glared down at his son. "Why are you still here?!"
"Sorry." Trunks said backing away from his father. He was terrified of him sometimes, but most were. "I was wondering if he could come here." Trunks added quietly.
"No. Why don't you go and train in the gravity room."
"That's great daddy!" Trunks said as he began to skip away. Vegeta rolled his eyes and turned to his mate once more, Bulma smiled slightly and re-wrapped her arms around his muscular neck. They leaned towards each other until Vegeta felt a tug on his pant leg, again.
"What do you want now?!" Vegeta said holding himself back from killing his son.
"Well can Goten come over?" Trunks asked.
"It's ok honey, sure. Hey why don't you go to Goten's?" Bulma said remaining on the contour top.
"Because Chi Chi is in a bad mood."
"That woman is always in a bitchy mood." Vegeta said as Trunks went to the refrigerator and took out the carton of milk. Vegeta snarled loudly realizing that he wasn't going to be able to "play" with his mate as he saw his son making himself comfortable in the kitchen. He let go of his mate and returned to the gravity room to train some more and release his frustration.
Bulma sighed and jumped off the contour top and sat next to her eight year old son. In all honesty she wanted her son to go away too, but she was much better at hiding it then Vegeta. She handed Trunks a chocolate chip cookie and took a sip of his milk.
"Are you going to call Goten?" Bulma asked her son.
"No, I don't feel like having him over anymore." With that Trunks continued to eat his cookie and drink his milk.
Bulma got a wicked look on her face as she began to trace the top of the milk glass with her finger. "I think that I am going to take a little trip to the gravity room." Bulma said as she stood and ran towards the chamber.
Trunks rolled his eyes and continued to eat his cookie. "Dad said I could use the gravity room didn't he?" Trunks asked himself, he knew that this wasn't something that his father did very often and decided he would take advantage of it. "Maybe I will call Goten."
"Mom do I really have to study?" Gohan asked as he followed his mother into the small kitchen. Chi Chi rolled her eyes and looked down at her sixteen year old son. He was growing up to look more and more like his father before him; his black eyes were gentle and pleading as he scratched his short black hair that seemed to be naturally spiked.
"Of course you have to study! I don't want you to grow up to be a gangster like your father! Is that so wrong?" Chi Chi asked as she shook her son back and forth. Gohan endured his mother's mood swing for several seconds until she released his shoulders. She was no longer as young as she had been and wrickles were forming around her dull eyes, raising a sayajin son had had its effects on her as she breathed in deeply.
"But Egypt is a thing of the past! You need to move on mom." Chi Chi stopped dead in her tracks with her shoulders tensing. Gohan began to back up as he felt his mother's ki raise, although she was older she still had a fire burning deep inside of her that he always seemed to be able to draw out.
"One, two, ten!" Chi Chi turned around showing her face that had taken on a violent shade of red. Gohan's pupils began to pulsate as he looked up at his mother that was coming closer to him with heavy footsteps. "Your father grew up with out an education and look what happened to him, he's dead! Do you want to die!? That can be arranged may I mind you!"
"I'm sorry mom." Gohan studdered as he backed away. "I am looking forward to studying about Egypt." He then turned and in a dead sprint ran to his room. When he reached the door he quickly shut it and took a deep breath, he now knew not to cross his mother again. Gosh dad, how you could handle her and live? He leaned against the door and looked at the desk directly across from him, on it was a pencil with several piles of paper on the brown wood top.
He sighed and took a seat in front of the desk as he had done so many times before. He understood why his mother wanted him to study, but he didn't understand why so much. He held his pencil in between his fingers and began to tap it on top of one of the papers impatiently, he knew that he would never be able to concentrate with the others training and having fun. He looked down at the notes he had taken and closed his eyes as he took a very deep breath.
"This is going to be harder then I thought." Gohan said while he opened his eyes and grabbed one of the large books on top of a pile and set it in front of him. When he turned to the first page of the book he looked at a portrait of a pharoah that strangely ressembled Vegeta. Man Saiyajins were around then too? Gohan chuckled to himself as he turned to the next page after skimming the information.
Gohan continued to tap his pencil under after several minutes he grunted in frustration. He read the information but couldn't keep any of it in and broke his pencil as he set it down onto the large text book.
"If I am ever going to remember this stuff, I need to relate it to things I know now." Gohan thought to himself as he looked at the book once more. Okay so lets start here, Gohan thought as he turned back to page one. The Pharaoh was the ruler of the kingdom, usual proud and cruel. Gohan read from the text book. "Oh that's Vegeta, that would make Bulma the queen, and I guess that means that Trunks is the Prince."
He then moved to the next page and read on, Priests would shave their heads and had sacred tattoos. "Krillin!" Gohan exclaimed, it fit his description surprisingly well, Krillin had been a monk and did save his head, up until recently when he had decided to grow it out for A-18.
Warriors were highly regarded and protected the Pharaoh with their lives. "That's Mr. Piccolo and my dad." Gohan said smiling. His father and Piccilo were the two people above all he respected; each day he tried more and more to be like them, but was forced to study instead.
"Gohan! Are you studying?" Chi Chi yelled from the other room.
"Yes mom." Gohan replied. He then quickly began to read and relate the subject to his everyday life. "At least this makes it interesting."
***
Novi watched Gohan from the window and overheard his thoughts, she smiled cruelly as Vegeta did when he was about to kill an enemy or his son. Unlike her usual green armor she was in a brown tank top with black tight pants making her look extremly human. It wasn't in her nature to look completly mortal so rather then simply brown hair she had added a stripe of green and red to make her stand out.
"Gohan my boy, I think you may be on to something..." She thought out loud as she walked away from the house and towards the city. She looked at the ground and she stroked her chin in deep contemplation.
As soon as she was about to enter the forest her head shot up and a gleam reflected in her eyes as an idea entered her mind. She laughed as she continued to walk down the path, plotting her revenge against the Z-Fighters.
***
Vegeta walked out of the gravity room with a towel draped over one of his shoulders. His hair stood straight up as it had since he was a small child and was damp with sweat, it remained jet black with the exception of one hair next to his ear. Rather then his usual blue and white Saiyajin armor, he was in a very tight black wife beater that enhanced his upper body muscles, and a pair of black Nike snappy pants that were slightly baggy around his legs.
Bulma walked around the corner just as Vegeta entered and smiled. She was in a tight red tank top that showed off a great deal of her upper body making the men rave, she was a mother but looked as if she was unmarried and younger then 25. Unlike her usual dress she was in a skin tight black skirt that revealed her curvy figure. Her blue hair was no longer permed or "Is that a gray hair I see?" Bulma asked as her Saiayjin mate as he walked past her. Vegeta looked puzzled until Bulma pointed at the single strand of gray hair. Vegeta's eyes seemed to widen as he stood perfectly still until panicing and running to the silver toaster, in his reflection he saw the single strand of grey hair.
"What the hell?!" Vegeta exclaimed. He took two of his fingers and gently grabbed the hair to inspect it more carefully.
"Don't get all anal about it Vegeta, it's called hair dye." Bulma said as she began to place the stack of dirty dishes in the dish washer. Living with two Saiyjins had its downfalls, one being the dishes, the other trying to keep one from killing the other.
"It's all that brats fault!" Vegeta said growling. He began to regain his composure as Bulma walked behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He rolled his eyes and she kissed his cheek.
"I think it's kinda sexy." Bulma said suductively as she bit her mate's ear.
Vegeta purred and turned around as Bulma moved her arms around his neck. Vegeta lifted her to a seating position on the contour top with his hands on her thighs. She still knew how to cheer Vegeta up after all the years they had lived together, and neither one complained. Vegeta leaned over slowly and began to gently kiss her lips, Bulma returned the gesture as they began to kiss deeper and deeper until.
"Dad, can Goten come over?" Trunks asked as he tugged on his fathers pants. Vegeta slowly looked down at his son, glaring at him violently.
"Have I ever cared? Why are you always here, don't you go to school." Vegeta asked coldly.
"I do go to school." Trunks said confused.
"Well why aren't you there?" Vegeta asked as he moved away from Bulma unwillingly.
Trunks gulped as his father stood before him. "Because it's Saturday."
"Haven't you ever heard of Saturday school?!" Vegeta said loudly with a vein popping out of his forehead. "Go ahead. Go to his house!" Vegeta said as he moved back towards Bulma smirking in his usual manor. Their lips were about to touch when Vegeta felt a familiar tug on his pant leg, he opened his eyes and glared down at his son. "Why are you still here?!"
"Sorry." Trunks said backing away from his father. He was terrified of him sometimes, but most were. "I was wondering if he could come here." Trunks added quietly.
"No. Why don't you go and train in the gravity room."
"That's great daddy!" Trunks said as he began to skip away. Vegeta rolled his eyes and turned to his mate once more, Bulma smiled slightly and re-wrapped her arms around his muscular neck. They leaned towards each other until Vegeta felt a tug on his pant leg, again.
"What do you want now?!" Vegeta said holding himself back from killing his son.
"Well can Goten come over?" Trunks asked.
"It's ok honey, sure. Hey why don't you go to Goten's?" Bulma said remaining on the contour top.
"Because Chi Chi is in a bad mood."
"That woman is always in a bitchy mood." Vegeta said as Trunks went to the refrigerator and took out the carton of milk. Vegeta snarled loudly realizing that he wasn't going to be able to "play" with his mate as he saw his son making himself comfortable in the kitchen. He let go of his mate and returned to the gravity room to train some more and release his frustration.
Bulma sighed and jumped off the contour top and sat next to her eight year old son. In all honesty she wanted her son to go away too, but she was much better at hiding it then Vegeta. She handed Trunks a chocolate chip cookie and took a sip of his milk.
"Are you going to call Goten?" Bulma asked her son.
"No, I don't feel like having him over anymore." With that Trunks continued to eat his cookie and drink his milk.
Bulma got a wicked look on her face as she began to trace the top of the milk glass with her finger. "I think that I am going to take a little trip to the gravity room." Bulma said as she stood and ran towards the chamber.
Trunks rolled his eyes and continued to eat his cookie. "Dad said I could use the gravity room didn't he?" Trunks asked himself, he knew that this wasn't something that his father did very often and decided he would take advantage of it. "Maybe I will call Goten."